Bella's P.O.V.
I could feel his hands, sweaty and hot from the heat in the air, lips skimming my back. I don't react; I can't, in fear that I'll meet the blows of his fist. So I close my eyes, just a bit longer I remind myself- always a bit longer. I stay frozen my fist clenching and unclenching, just a bit longer. His hands are all over me, his body atop of mine, his hot breath blowing on my face. Just a bit longer.
Grunts fill the air, the bed shakes and I squish my eyes close. Good memories. Think of good memories. It'll all be over soon, I chant. Think of the good times. Good times. Good times. But they don't come; they never do.
It hurts- I hurt. Everything hurts. My heart, my body, my soul. I feel as if I have nothing to live for, I miss that feeling. Someone used to make me feel that way but I can't remember, I can't feel. I even pray to god sometimes, always asking him for some emotion, some memory. Sometimes they come in short abrupt scenes, other times they never appear and I'm left to wonder. Who am I?
Shots echo around me and interrupt my thoughts, I'm scared but don't act upon the feeling. Don't move, don't speak, make no eye contact. The words are drilled into my head. Cold fingers are skimming my skin, and I shiver from the touch. The voice calls out name…
"Bella"
And I listen for a response, but she doesn't answer. The voice is gentle and sounds like tinkling bells. So very beautiful.
"Bella"
And still the girl does not answer. Who is this Bella?
Why Bella? Why aren't you answering him?
Bella. She must be beautiful.
Carlisle's P.O.V.
"Carlisle?" a small voice asks shyly and I raise my head and acknowledge her with a smile. Her heart skips a beat and I fight back a chuckle at her adorableness. A pink crimson blush stains her milky cheeks and she steps into my study fidgeting.
Closing the door softly she steps my way her head ducked and hair covering the red hue covering her cheeks and I stopped myself from pushing it behind her ears. Her fists clench and unclench, a nervous habit of hers.
She bit her lip and tugged it with her teeth, running a hand through her hair. The air from outside blows her scent towards me and I breathe it in. Perfect. Delicious. She didn't smell of freesia or strawberries as Edward and the family so often commented, her scent was of honey and vanilla a fragrance I had loved in my human years.
It had been a few days since Jaspers attack on Bella and everyone had been very cautious and distant. They thought they hid it well but I knew Bella better than that, she was too smart. She saw the distance Edward had been putting between them and she feared the worst. As she should.
"Your leaving," she sighed softly and smiled sadly at me, and I knew she knew. This smart beautiful human knew what was to come and yet she stood strong and tall. I admired her greatly for that and hated Edward for what he was going to do to the girl. I didn't want to leave her but with only Emmett and Alice on my side it was inevitable. Their vote outweighed ours.
And I felt mad that this girl who had become part of our family had been put to a vote, that she was not there to stand for herself, to a least let Edward see the craziness in this plan of his. And looking into her Brown knowing eyes I felt shame, a shame that would never disappear. This picture of her right now, doe eyes sad and accepting shoulders sagged in defeat, would haunt for the rest of eternity.
"Just promise," she clenched her fists and then unclenched them, "promise that you'll never forget," how could I? How could forget her? This woman who had marked herself in all our hearts. I brushed my thumb against her cheek and smiled softly…
"Never".
And then she left. It could have been hours, days, years that I sat in my chair and looked at the door she had left through, for me time was endless. The study that had felt warm and cozy now seemed cold and frigid.
I walked out the room and breathed in the air. Her scent filled every corner of the room, from the top to the bottom of the house. I laid my hand on the rail, the warmth of her hand still there. The string that had held our family was gone and I would watch as my family fell apart. It was our own doing. And now I felt… I needed… I wanted her. I wanted her to come back, I needed her.
But I could never have her.
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