Chapter One
I will never forget that day. Or the way things fell apart after that. People always say to forgive and not forget.
I was transferring my strawberries from the pot I had been keeping in my kitchen. I had fully recovered from my injuries; it had been about one and a half months. It was a beautiful February day. It was bright outside and it hadn't rained in a few days. Edward and I where planning on having lunch together. Stella was playing in a pot of soil that had spilled out of my Miracle Grow bag. She got up and ran in to the house with her muddy paws leaving a trail I'd have to clean later. She came back several minuets later trailing behind Edward.
"You're here early." I stood up whipping my hands off on my jeans. I was so happy to see him it was hard to kiss him the second I laid my eyes on him.
"Ya I wanted to talk to you." He didn't seem to think anything of the words he spoke. We walked inside the house and I went over to check the lasagna in the oven. I had set the table earlier but he sat the bar stools. "Second thought," Edward stood up, "outside would be better."
He led himself out as I wandered behind him.
"What's up Edward?" He sat on the swing my dad had put up for me when I was little.
"Bella, there's no easy way to say this."
"Say what Edward?"
"We're leaving."
"To where? All of you are going? When are you coming back?"
"We are all leaving, yes. But we aren't coming back Bella."
"No. You can't"
"Obviously I can."
"Why?"
"To keep you safe."
"Wouldn't it be safer with you here?"
"That's like asking if it would be safer around a bunch of bears. It's the only way you'd truly be safe here."
"No. Its not. I'd be better if you stayed."
"Maybe, Bella, we don't want to be here anymore. Maybe you're too much for any of us to handle."
"No Edward." Before I had felt my heart crack but I had left before it could break. Because when you live a lie you know what's going to happen next. This time I felt it shatter. When things started out I was sure things would be all right.
That was all a lie. Things where ruined. Nothing would ever be alright. I felt like I was going to be sick. No words escaped my mouth for what Felt like forever.
"You can't make me stay Bella. I don't want to be with you your not worth my time." He walked out of the back yard and in to the house. I heard his car door shut a minuet later and my legs started moving faster than I thought they could.
I didn't make it to his car in time to stop him. I wasn't sure what I would have said to stop him. By the time I was on the curb his car was turning the corner.
"Please-Please-Please." I managed to get inside before completely collapsing. I cried for hours on end sitting in the hall way. It was about five in the evening when I ran out of tears. I crawled to the couch and caught my breath for a few minuets. When I got up there was combustion of rage inside me. I was so mad. For everything, for being led on, for believing again, for letting he does this.
I went in to the kitchen and threw everything off the counter top. I took every dish in the sink and threw then at the cabinets across from me. The table I had set was the next think I attacked. I heard the phone ring in the process of throwing the candle sticks and throwing them at the wall. I stopped and dropped everything on the floor. I looked at the ID panel reading "Becca" in the screen. I pulled the cord out of the wall slowly listening to the cords ripping inside.
Once the ringing stopped I started panting again. My lungs hadn't yet relaxed, and the jolts of pain going through my arms didn't help. For several seconds I wished I had picked up the phone but Becca would have told me he would come back. He wouldn't. Ever.
I was human I wasn't good enough for a god. I remembered the goddess at the Christmas party, she was pretty, they where all gorgeous. They all had glowing qualities. I was the stupid little American girl who was too stupid to see thing coming.
After tearing apart most of my house I stopped and looked out the back door. Stella was on the other side of the door meowing at me. I opened it a slit and she strutted in. I opened it more and stood in the frame looking at the mess I had made. Glaring at the mess I had made when Edward left wasn't doing anything for me. I walked outside and kicked the pile of dirt. It hit the fence and stuck. Them grabbing the plants that where already in the ground I threw them in to the pool. I watched as the soil thinned and spread fogging the water.
I looked at the mess realizing I didn't need any homicidal gods to ruin my house I had done better than he did on my own. As I stood there the tears came back to my eyes. I got to the lounge chair and sat down, gasping for air. I was ten feet from the pool but I felt like I was drowning. It was getting dark outside and things where getting blurry from all my crying. I swung my hand over to the table that was right next to the chair. I grabbed a beach blanket and wrapped myself in it.