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Bella's Point of View of Love isn't Always Simple
I might change some things but it will mostly be the same story line of Love isn't Always Simple
The image in the mirror showed a beautiful blonde woman, the reincarnation of Aphrodite herself. Her skin was as pale as snow and her eyes were a strange golden colour that hinted towards her not being human. Her beauty hurt to look at and for once, the reflection didn't give me joy. It didn't give me satisfaction that I was prettier than everyone because I knew deep down, that they were more beautiful than me; because beauty doesn't go skin deep. It goes all the way to the heart and I can honestly say that I am not a good person. I know that I'm vain and I know that I can be cruel and cold but this is not the person I want to be. I would rather be nice and cheerful and everything my sister Alice is. Suddenly, behind me, was my husband. Edward. The only thing that made my life, eternity, existence liveable. He grinned at me and took my hand as I stood up from my vanity chair.
"What's up with the long face baby?" Edward says, his golden eyes showing me his concern. "I could hear the sad thoughts all the way outside. Jasper's practically slitting his wrists." He says before laughing out loud at his joke. I rolled my eyes in a loving way and walk past him and down the stairs, with Edward following me, still occasionally chuckling under his breath. When I arrived downstairs Esme, the mother I looked up to, was sat in the armchair with a sketchpad in her lap and her hand holding a pencil which was moving rapidly across the page. I walked away from Edward who was talking to Jasper about yet another fight and walked across the room to Esme, my stiletto heels clicking across the floor. When I sit down with my hands on my lap, Esme looks up with a smile on her beautiful face. I try to return the smile but it came out as more of a grimace, which effectively ruined Esme's smile. If one of her children were unhappy, she was unhappy.
However, right now, all I want is to be held by the woman I loved like my Mother. I looked up at her and I could see my expression in her eyes. My eyes were wide and my lower lip trembling as if I were about to cry, and if I'm honest with myself I think I am about to. Esme puts down her sketchpad and pencil and opens her arms for me. I hug her tightly and close my eyes shut, even though tears would never come out. Yet another reason to hate Royce. It was today, 77 years ago, that Royce King killed me. He and his friends raped me and beat me until they finally left me in the street, lying in my blood and snow to die. Then Carlisle found me and he changed me. I'm glad that I got to be able to be a part of this wonderful family but I wish that me and Edward would be allowed the chance to have our own. Esme is probably the only one who understands what I went through. The men we thought we loved hurt us and in the end that lead to our deaths as humans and lives as vampires. After I had changed, I used to sit in Esme's lap and cry tearless sobs. Carlisle would join us and comfort and apologise to me. I would shout at him and throw things which broke when they hit the opposite wall before collapsing in his arms and crying. I think that's how I became so close to Esme and Carlisle, because Edward loved being a vampire after his change and Emmett was just thankful that he wasn't dead. I'm probably the closest to Carlisle and Esme, though Edward and Emmett would be close seconds as Edward was the first changed and helped Esme through her newborn years and Emmett is the only one without a mate.
Eventually, Edward stands up and takes me from Esme and carries me upstairs into our bedroom. He closes the door and sits me in his lap as he leans against the headboard, whilst I stare at the wall without blinking. And then I couldn't hold it in any more. I cried and I cried into Edward's shoulder, all the while imaging Royce's and the rest's face as they hit me, as they pulled my beautiful blonde hair, as they spread open my legs and...
...Then I was feeling calm. Like it didn't matter. I think I've never been more grateful for Jasper's gift as I have in that moment. I sigh and silently thank him before turning to Edward and straddling his hips. He smiles softly at me, recognising the tender expression on my face meant that it would be love making tonight and not having sex. He lowered his head and kissed me as I return the loving gesture and put the thought of Royce out of mind, He did one good thing though: he gave me Edward, he gave me Esme, he gave me Carlisle, Jasper, Alice and hell, he even gave me my brother Emmett. That's one thing to be thankful of.
And now that I think about it, my life couldn't get any worse.
Could it?