"... Their troats are opened grabe; With their own tongues they weaved perfidy, snakes poisons on Their lips.
Their mouths are full of bad language and bitterly, Their legs are walkly to pour the blood,
In Their ways there are only falling and missery...."
Romans 3, 13-16 THE BIBLE.
~Bella's POV~
I'm standing here, again, unarmed, looking at her, in Felix arms. It's like I was come back to the past to correct everything, what I wasn't able to do nine years ago.
I can't hear anything. Only feel Edward's arms holding me tight with all his strenght that he has. And I'm seeing only her- broken, confused and absolutely unresist. She's lookin' at me with her panic taken eyes and empty gaze.''This nightmare have to stop!Have to!'' feeble repeated in my mind.
- I'm sorry!Sorry! Just Don't, please! I'm sorry. - I said in angry and shaken voice, probably she didn't even heard that at all.
- She knows. - In calm voice said Edward.
And their silhouettes dissapeared in the dark...