You already know what im about to type! I don't own Twilight. There I said it!
I was driving towards Bella's house on my motorcycle because everyone else left to go hunting along with my beautiful wife Alice. I could feel the hesitation and a small trace of mistrust coming off of Edward but Carlisle convinced him to go and Alice squeezed my hand sending her reassurance towards me before leaving.
Ever Since Bella's birthday I tended to keep me distance from her to not cause anymore problems so today might be a little bit different. On my way there I felt a powerful wave of self-hatred, depression, confusion, and panic that was so strong that I had a hard time blocking it out and staying in one lane.
As I pulled up I could hear Bella's voice from up in her room.
"You fucking slut!" she yelled and I paused with the helmet in my hand. I don't really need it but I didn't want to raise any suspicion or whatever. " You think people care about you but what you are too stupid to see is that you are nothing more than an ugly dumb whore that is good for nothing!"
I slowly approached the house trying to analyzed the situation. The only thing I noticed so far was that there was no other car in the driveway than hers and mines.
"Uhg! I fucking hate you!" and with that was a huge crash. I rush through the front door and up to her room. "You're a disgusting pig that deserves to die!"
"Bella?!" I asked banging on her door. No answer. "Bella? Im coming in!" I broke the lock to the door before stepping inside. Her nice organized room was now destroyed. Her mattress and bed frame was at opposite side if the room, her books was scattered and torn on the floor and the items on her dresser were missing. It made no sense.
"Leave,"
"What?"
"Go away, you shouldn't be here," she mumbled. I alertly sniffed the air.
"Bella, are you hurt?"
She didn't answer but continued you look down at the floor. I noticed the small blood spatter on the floor next to broken glass that she was was standing in the middle of. I told her that we needed to call Carlisle to check out her cuts and she panicked a little before slowly nodding her head while averting her eyes. I walked over to her and pick her up in my arms and carried her downstairs and sat her down on the old couch and turned off that ridiculous paid program that was on t.v.
After I called Carlisle I went back in the living with Bella.
"Why do you feel stupid?" I asked not fully understanding her emotion. I placed a hand on her knee to make sure she felt relaxed.
"I...it doesn't matter,"
"Yes, Bella it does," I put my hand on her shoulder and used the other to lift up her chin so she could look me in the eyes. "This isn't like the sweet and caring Bella that Edward always talk my ear off about."
"It seems like no matter where I am or who I'm with I always put the people that I love the most in trouble. Maybe if I were perfect then stuff like this wouldn't have happened to me and no one would be fighting and risking their lives on something so…" she struggled to find the word and looked down at the ground as if she'll find her answer there.
"No, Bella stop. We only fight because we want to keep you safe. We want to protect you Bella,"
She shook her head. "No-"
"Bella? Jasper?" Carlisle said at the front door.
"In here."
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