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Bella's POV
I sat in the car, wishing that I could be anywhere but here. Personally, I didn't see the point in therapy, but according to Renee, it would do me a world of good. Yeah, right. It would do me the world of good to have my opinion heard in these kinds of discussions occasionally.
We pulled into the Health Centre car park, and Renee got out. I remained where I was, refusing to move.
Several minutes later, I was being dragged into the Health Centre Office by a surprisingly strong Renee. I sighed in defeat and collapsed into a chair to wait, while Renee spoke to the receptionist.
After around half an hour of nothing, Renee came over to me and had to shake me awake. We walked into someone's office, which had obviously been decorated to look homely and comforting. Who ever had done so had failed miserably and I would definitely get a kick out of shooting them.
At a big wooden desk sat a middle age lady, who beamed at me. I glowered back, though, sadly, she carried on smiling, undeterred. Damn.
"Isabella Marie Swan?" I shook my head and she looked confused.
"No one called Isabella Swan here." She still looked miffed. I sighed exasperatingly.
"This is Renee Swan," I gestured to Renee, "and I am Bella Swan." I gestured to myself, all the while talking in a very slow voice, as if to a crazy person. Which, if you looked at it my way, I was.
The lady nodded, as if she understood. I laughed inwardly. She understood nothing. But, before I could any further with my sarcastic thoughts, she opened her mouth and began to speak. I winced at the sugary tone she chooses.
"If you prefer to be called Bella, I don't mind. I'm Jenny." I snorted. She looked at me questioningly.
"I'm sorry, but I think you need your eyes tested, you appear to think you're talking to a five year old. I am eighteen years old, and a legal adult." I spoke the last sentence in that 'I'm talking to a crazy person' voice.
Jenny sighed exasperatedly. I mimicked her. Renee had slipped from the room quietly, without me noticing.
"Bella, I know you've been through a hard time, and I understand that, but I want you to know that I'm here to help you and you can tell me anything, and you don't need to constantly push me away." She said in an ever so slightly exasperated tone. That was when I snapped. I saw red.
"I've been through a hard time?! You understand?!?! What the hell do you understand?! Have your parents died?! Is your sister a druggie?! Is your brother depressed?! Are you covered in scars and burn marks?! Does everyone think you're a freak? NO!! So stop bloody acting like you bloody understand and just SHUT THE HELL UP!!" My voice was hoarse by the time I'd finished, and I had a headache from screaming so loud, but at least I'd finally let that out. Three years worth of anger, resentment and pain all bottled up, just let free. Jenny just sat there, stunned. I drew in a deep breath, calming down slightly, and began the next round.
"Don't sit there looking shocked! What did Renee tell you, huh? That I had anger problems? Was isolating myself? Had trouble with interacting people? Well, whatever she said, I'm damn surprised you swallowed it, cause it was a pack of lies! I don't have anger problems, I speak my mind! I'm not 'isolating' myself, is it a crime to only have one friend? I'm great with people; I just don't feel like being pitied right now! Got that? Renee don't know a thing about me, she's just an idiot foster mother that keeps trying to compare my behaviour with textbooks. So I'm gonna get a point across here. I am me. I'll do what I want, where I want, with who I want. You and all your professional frickin friends can bugger off somewhere and die quietly, cause I don't give a damn!" I stood there for a few seconds, trying to get my breath back. Then I looked around, glanced at my watch, gave Jenny once last death glare, then turned and stomped out the office, slamming the door behind me. I think one of the hinges snapped, I didn't bother to stop to check.
On my way down the corridor, I passed Renee. She looked at me, surprised. I stalked past her, glaring at her as I passed. I made a mental note to text her later. Say, a week later, when I was out of the state. She stopped walking, coming to a stop in the middle of the long corridor. I just walked faster.
It was only when I reached the car park that I remembered Renee had driven. Without pausing, I carried on walking, taking out my mobile as I walked. I dialled the number on auto pilot, not having to even think about who I was going to call. I breathed a sigh of relief when he picked up.
"Bella?"
"Jazz. She's finally gone and done it. I'm leaving. Want to join me?" I didn't need to offer any further explanation. Jasper was my best friend, and I had told him almost everything there was to know about me and my life. There were certain things he didn't need to know yet, and it was the same with him. We weren't without trauma and tragedy, but the last thing we wanted was pity.
"I can be packed and at yours in fifteen minutes. You've still got those tickets, right?" I nodded; there was no need to respond verbally, he knew me too well. We had planned this over summer, behind Renee's back, as soon as she had brought up counselling. We'd packed, bought plane tickets, and blown our college money on a two-bedroom house in England. It wasn't much, but it was something. We would try and get jobs; anything that paid well. I didn't care, and neither did he.
"Ok. See you soon." I wanted to say more, I wanted to say so much more, but now was not the time. I couldn't tell if he felt the same way, though he might just be hiding it. I hid my feelings pretty well.
"Yeah, bye." I snapped my phone shut, shoving it into my jacket pocket hastily as I increased my pace.
It took me ten minutes to reach the house, and I was inside and upstairs faster than I used to think possible. I dived to the floor, grabbed my bag, jumped up, grabbed the tickets and money, shoved them in my jacket pocket and ran from the room, knowing my time was limited. Renee coming back to find me gone was fine, but Renee coming back to find my going....
I stumbled several times on my way out the house, my bag smacking into my back every time I fell. I grabbed some food on my way through the kitchen, and left a note on the table. It explained, it less than five sentences, that I didn't have to live with Renee anymore, so I wasn't, and I was moving to England with Jasper. I almost said I'd call her, but I didn't want to give her the chance to persuade me to come home, so I didn't.
I was out of the house with seconds to spare, I could see Jasper racing down the street towards me on a borrowed motor bike, and I could also see Renee's car. Shit. Jasper pulled over and I quickly climbed on, shoving my helmet on, and Jasper took off again. I turned around in time to see Renee get out and start shouting after us, I didn't reply, but middle-fingered her instead. As we turned onto the highway, I leaned into Jasper, wrapping my arms tightly around his chest, and closed my eyes. Finally, I had escaped; I was with Jasper, freedom awaiting us in a new place with no Renee. I sighed in contentment.
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Jasper's POV
As we turned off the highway, I noticed Bella had fallen asleep, her arms still wrapped tightly around my chest. I chuckled quietly. She was so peaceful when she was asleep, it was the only time she was ever fully relaxed. She was always so highly strung, lashing out at anyone for anything. Today was proof of that. When she'd first moved here, after the accident, she had very quickly got a reputation for being a weirdo. But if anyone ever called her that to her face, let's just say they wouldn't say it again.
We reached the airport, and I gently removed Bella's helmet, waking her. Her eyes shot open, and she looked around, confusion clear on her face, until she saw me, then she just grinned. We both climbed off the bike, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, a pointless attempt to prevent her falling. She lent in to my embrace, a seemingly unconscious move.
We boarded the plane in a comfortable silence, both in deep thought about what we were doing. I could tell Bella doubted her decision to do this; I had always been able to read her like a book. It had taken me months to persuade her it was the right thing to do in the first place, and we couldn't back out now. It was too late. I just hoped she'd realise that.
The plane journey was uneventful, Bella was as lost in thought as I was, I could hear her humming classical music as she mulled over the situation; it was a nervous habit of hers. After a few minutes I recognised the tune as Clair De Lune, a composition she was practically obsessed with, despite what she said otherwise. I couldn't understand why, but I could never understand much about Bella anyway. She was still a mystery. We had somehow managed to get through six years without ever fully explaining or past. All I knew that someone had died; and it had caused her whole family to fall apart. I didn't understand why, but I could understand why she kept it from me. If her past was anything like mine, no wonder she didn't want to tell anyone, not even me, her first proper friend since in forever.
It wasn't until the plane landed in Heathrow that we spoke, though I was aware Bella had been mumbling for the greater part of the flight. She had always talked in her sleep, especially when she was particularly stressed or excited. I hadn't listened, instead focusing on my iPod. I knew she talked about her past, and I only wanted to know when she was ready to tell me, not piece it together through her sleepy mutterings, getting half of it wrong and making stupid assumptions.
We picked up the bike I had bought from the car park, resuming our previous positions. Bella didn't fall asleep this time, despite it being almost midnight; instead she stayed awake, humming to songs on her iPod.
When we reached the apartment it was nearer to five in the morning than anything else. We had stopped for breakfast, and ended up eating our weight in take away pizza, mainly because we had forgotten to have dinner. Bella had fallen asleep sometime around three, only to wake up at quarter to four, unable to sleep whilst plagued by nightmares. I should know, I was practically an insomniac.
I thanked God we had thought to buy a pre-furnished house; it saved aching joints from a night on the floor.
I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and the last thing I heard before I succumbed to exhaustion was Bella lying down beside me, and she subconsciously snuggled into me. I smiled in my sleep, before drifting deeper, as my mind shut down.
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Alice's POV
I was sitting under a tree in the park, nervously waiting for Edward to arrive. But I was nervous for more than one reason. There was a couple moving in to the house next door to us, and I was afraid of what they might think of us. Though I had no reason to be scared, I was scared anyways. What if they didn't like us? What if they hated us? I was sick of this neighbourhood, sick of this town, but we hadn't the money to move. We lived in the worst possible place, and I hated it, but there was nothing we could do. Until Edward could find a decent job, we were stuck here. I sighed.
I hadn't realised I'd fallen asleep until Edward shook me awake, his concerned gaze meeting mine. I smiled weakly at him, and he sighed, kneeling down beside me. He had always been able to see through me easily, I had never been able to lie to him. He looked at me meaningfully, and it was my turn to sigh.
"The couple that are moving in today....What if they don't like us?" I whispered, not meeting his gaze, afraid he would laugh at me and my petty fears. Instead, he sighed again, and lifted my face up so he could look into my eyes.
"Alice, of course they'll like you. Who doesn't? Even if they don't, it won't matter. No one's forcing you to talk to them. No one's forcing you to do anything, Alice." He moved his face closer to mine, so close we were almost touching, and then his lips were on mine and my fears were gone, replaced by the irrevocable joy that kissing the most perfect man in the world always caused.
We both pulled away, sometime later, panting heavily. Edward beamed at me, and rose to his feet, extending his hand to help me up. I smiled as we walked back towards our house, hand in hand; no longer caring about what might be awaiting us there, happy to just enjoy the moment.
When we reached our house, I saw the motor bike in the drive that hadn't been there when I'd left earlier that day. I could tell it hadn't passed Edward's notice either, but I chose not to talk about it yet, instead deciding to focus on the present for the moment. The new neighbours could wait, there were important that needed to be settled, and quickly. I grinned as I pulled Edward towards our bedroom, impatient as ever.
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