Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters, nor do I pretend to. They all belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer.
Author's note: I was just randomly thinking one day about how Alice would react to Edward's complete misery while he's deciding to leave Bella. I LOVE reviews! (Good or bad.)
I had no control over what happened yesterday. There was nothing to be foretold or a way to avoid it. It was a lack of decision; therefore, it never could have been predicted. Jasper's attack was just that – it was a reaction. It's what we are, after all, we're a threat to every part of society no matter how tamed we think we are. I've never seen Jasper like that, even after the many deaths he had caused in the last decades. To him – he was not only a monster to humans, but also a menace to a brother that he loves with every ounce he's capable.
The only thing predictable that night was the place Jasper was headed for after the mishap. I wouldn't try to stop him. I'd miss him, of course, because I literally couldn't spend a day without hearing his voice or putting my arms around his silky white skin and knotting my fingers in his hair. I'd kiss every scar on his body if it made him feel like he was worth something again. All his confidence in the last couple of years is shot to hell now. We'd have to start from scratch. I'd do anything for him to just understand that no one is upset at him, even Edward.
Edward, who is upstairs at this very moment tracing his steps, back and forth, back and forth, while scratching his head in agony. He wasn't mad at Jasper. Nobody was. We all were there at one point – we had all suffered with ravenous eyes at the one person we wanted to kill at that very moment, but couldn't – wouldn't give into the murderous temptations even though that blood was calling our names. Edward would never forgive himself. Ever. No matter what Bella had told him last night, the begging would never be enough for him if he were serious in his actions. They were scattered. The decisions to leave or stay were all over the place, just flashes of color in my head. I wasn't necessarily trying to "eavesdrop", but it was like he was screaming and I couldn't help but look. The very thought of him asking us to pick up ourselves and relocate made me sick to my stomach. For once, I had wished that I could vomit if it would take the uneasiness and pain away.
Bella is my sister, in every way. Although, Rosalie tried to hold that title with a very strong grip, she would never be able to fill the shoes of Bella. I had a very strong connection with her. She was stubborn, but easy to please. She had made my brother a man and I would be forever indebted to her for that very reason.
I heard a shuffle and a loud bang as Edward threw things across his room upstairs. Enough was enough. I skipped out my bedroom and was at his door in a matter of seconds.
"Go away, Alice." Edward hissed.
I opened the door anyways. "Edward, you've got to calm down or the house will be torn to shreds. I don't think Esme would like that very much."
"I'm not in the mood for your teasing, Alice. Get out."
Yikes. "Look, I know last night was…eventful…" I searched my head for the right words. "Bella is fine. Jasper says he's sorry. I know it was hard to see your very own brother snapping at the reason for you existence, but nothing honestly happened."
"And next time? When Bella falls and scrapes her knee, we can all just pray that no one tries to take a bite out of her?" Always so melodramatic.
"You can't leave, Edward. You know that right? She'll never forgive you."
He rolled his eyes. "Humans don't have a very good memory. She'll be over it in a couple months if I'm lucky."
"You're being serious?" I was truly baffled by this accusation. "She'll never forget…Bella isn't like everyone else. I've seen the future, and so has she. You can't expect her to honestly forget that she had decided to become a vampire. You don't forget that kind of stuff."
"Right. Get out. Now." He pushed me out and slammed the door.
You're honestly insane. You could never hurt her like that.
I slid down the banister and out that backdoor. I couldn't get the image of Bella on her knees, with tears streaming down her face, and her chest rising and falling as she begged him not to go. She would continue to sob even as he left. She would be in a state of depression for months, years even. My best friend, so sad with no one to turn to, and I couldn't do one goddamn thing about it. How selfish could Edward be? I hope to God he had heard that.