Fooling Edward

Fooling Edward

It was a normal day in Forks, misty with random patches of rain. As usual, Charlie was off to work at the crack of dawn and I went over to the Swan residence, earlier than I normally would have. I was most eager to see Bella's angelic face. Bella, as usual, was waiting for me. She looked slightly relieved as I pulled into the drive. With a blur, I was by her side kissing her most tentatively.

Instantly, I knew something was wrong; she wasn't kissing me with the usual enthusiasm.

As I pulled away, Bella sat stiffly on the lounge chair. I peered into her face, desperately searching for an answer, but nothing came to me. She glanced at her watch then peered at me; she hadn't said a word yet, which was scarcely like her.

I flashed a smile and heard the familiar sound of her heart racing at 100 miles per hour. Finally she began to speak.

"Why do you do that?" she whined, her face flushing deep scarlet.

"Do what?" I replied, acting innocent.

"You know bloody well what, Edward Cullen!" she bit her lip, restraining herself, from what: I couldn't know, until…

"Oh, Edward! I-I c-can't st-stand this!" Bella stuttered, tears pouring down her face.

"What? What is it?!" I replied, as I quickly took her into my open arms, stroking her long, dark, silky hair.

"I can't…" Bella couldn't go on; she was too overcome with emotion.

"You can't what sweetie?" I asked, soothingly.

"I can't even say the plucking words!"

"Maybe if you wrote it down," I suggested.

"Nahh, I can't spell it," Bella replied gruffly.

"Ermm, okay," I said slowly, confused, "just take your time."

"Okay, I'll just say it. We don't have all day. We've got school, remember?"

Bella's tears had slowed, but she began rocking back and forth, clutching her chest.

"I can't be with you Edward," she whispered.

"W-what?" I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Why?"

"It's Renee. She's in a critical condition; she fell down the stairs and broke her hip. I've been forced to move back and stay by her side until God knows when." Bella's voice broke at the last word, and she sunk into an episode of hysterics.

I stayed with her, continuously stroking her hair and humming a tune that I had learnt as a boy.

As she began to ease, I told her that I was going with her, whether she objected or not.

"You CAN'T, Edward. You just can't."

"Why?"

"Because…" Bella was struggling for words.

"Because why?" I demanded, my temper running on high.

"You have your schooling," she replied lamely.

"Bella, what the hell are you on? I'm coming!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"YES!"

"Yes."

"Made you say yes! Ha!" I smirked.

"Edward I… I… HATE YOU!" Bella screamed in my face.

Those words cut me. They cut me real deep. My heart slowly began to crack. As it made its way to the very centre of my heart, it burst into a million pieces; the sharp slivers flew into my chest, thus cutting me.

"Oh," I gasped.

"Now, take me to school," she demanded, pointing a quivering finger towards the silver Volvo.