Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight because if so it would have been really gay and fabulous.
A/N: So I originally wrote this to be a one-shot, but I'm going to let all of you decide if I should make it into a story or not.
Deception
I feel myself slowly starting to come around. I feel an intense throbbing in my right leg and also in my left wrist. I honestly could have gotten hit by an 18-wheeler multiple times and still felt a lot better than this.
"Isabella...Bella," the voice of a goddess sighs beside me. "Can you hear me?" I truly wish I could answer her, but I can't for some reason. "Please open your eyes. You've had me so worried. I don't know what I would do without you." Why does she sound like she's in the worst pain imaginable? A goddess should never be sad.
"I know I have a lot to making up to do for the way I have treated you, but I swear I will worship the very ground that you walk on if you just please open your eyes." I wish I could say something. She deserves to know that she has nothing to make up for. Why can't I wake up? I wish to stare upon the face of a true goddess in pain.
"Bella, I wish I knew if you could hear me. I have no much I wish to say to you, but I can't right now." I feel a cold hand slide into my slightly warmer one, and with all the strength I possess I latch onto her hand as hard as I possibly can.
I hear a sharp gasp as her grip tightens around my hand in what I'm assuming is a mixture of hope and disbelief. "Isabella, can you hear me? Please squeeze my hand again if you can hear me." I hear so much hope in her voice. I couldn't possibly let her down now.
I take a few seconds and squeeze her hand again as hard as I can possibly manage in my current state. "Oh thank god," she practically cries as she gently kisses the back of my hand before she releases it.
I feel my heart sink as I feel her quickly leave the room. She left me alone without her beautiful presence to sustain me in my time of utter darkness.
Thankfully she returns quickly with what sounds like a group of people accompanying her. I expect her to slide back into the seat next to me, but instead an unfamiliar and unwanted body takes her place and roughly grabs my hand.
"Bella, my love, please open your eyes for me." This time it's the voice of a male who sounds as though he too is in a great deal of pain, but unlike my goddess I don't feel love flow with every word he speaks. I don't feel compelled to do anything he asks of me like I would for her.
"Rosalie, are you sure she was waking up? Maybe you were just letting your imagination to get the best of you, dear." How dare this woman accuse my goddess of such a thing?!
"I'm not imagining anything! I know what the hell I felt!" I feel her walk closer and grab my other hand and squeeze it gently. I hear the man next to me growl softly as his grip on my hand tightens. "Bella, please wake up. I know I'm not going crazy. I need you to wake up for me." I slowly start to open my eyes at her request. It took a few minutes to accomplish, but as my vision began to clear I realized that I was looking directly into the eyes of a beauty that of which I could never accurately describe.
She has the most gorgeous blonde hair that flows all the way down her back and elegantly frames her breathtaking face. I don't even need to look at the rest of her to know that her eyes are my favorite part of her. They're an amazing shade of honey gold that are full of love and devotion.
"Oh my god, my love, I'm so happy you're finally awake!" I reluctantly drag my eyes away from my goddess and look at the man holding my right hand. I see a bronzed haired boy with eyes full of false love and deception.
"I'm sorry, but do I even know you?" I ask him not really sparing him much time to answer before my attention is back on my earthly goddess who is giving me a radiant smile that makes my heart speak up with excitement.
"What are you talking about, Bella? Of course you know me! Carlisle, what's going on?" The annoying boy demands to know as he starts running his fingers through his already disheveled hair in frustration.
"It would appear as though the trauma that Bella suffered to her head has affected her memory. I'm sure it will clear up in a matter minutes or possibly a few days. Maybe we should all reintroduce ourselves to see if it will help job her memory." Carlisle says as he looks at me with eyes full of wonder.
"I really don't mean to offend anybody, but right now I'm not interested in being reintroduced to all of you. Just one," I say as I continue to have a staring contest with my own personal goddess who just keeps becoming more beautiful the longer I look at her.
"Of course love, if you would like I can have the others leave while we talk and get to know each other again." Once again I reluctantly take my eyes off my goddess long enough to shut him down. I swear nobody can mistake him for being bright.
"Since I haven't so much as spared you a second glance since I opened my eyes I think it's safe to assume it's not you that I wish to talk to. I was actually referring to the goddess standing right here." I say with a smile as I turn to look at her again. I feel my insides begin to twist in knots of excitement when she gives me the most beautiful smile I've even been graces with.
"Bella, surely you are joking! You're talking about, Rosalie. Are you serious? Why in the hell would you actually want to talk to her?" Rosalie...such a fitting name for a goddess with such beauty not just on the outside, but I'm sure on the inside as well.
"Dammit Rosalie, you will control your disgusting thoughts about my mate! Do you understand me?!" The boy yells pulling me out of my thoughts way too soon for my liking. Also his annoying voice is beginning to give me a headache.
"Actually Edward, I can think whatever I damn well please about her as long as Isabella doesn't have a problem with it. Do you have a problem with my thoughts, Isabella?" My goddess asks me as she steals my breath away with another beautiful smile.
"I don't have a single problem with it if it's you, my goddess." I say with a smile completely hypnotized by her gorgeous honey gold eyes.
"Bella, are you being serious right now? You hate it when anybody calls you Isabella, and I won't all her to think whatever she pleases about you as long as you're mine." I wasn't aware that I was property to be owned.
"I love it when she calls me Isabella, but I absolutely despise it when you say it. Also referring back to your earlier statement, what exactly is a mate?" I ask as I feel some of my memories involving my goddess and this annoying boy starting to come back.
"So you remember being my mate?" Edward asks as he start to look at me with so much hope in his eyes, but he still lacks the ability to cover up all the deception and ill-intent.
"That's not what I said, now is it? I asked what a mate is, not am I your mate. Now who is going to answer my question?" I ask starting to become irritated with Edward and his inability to actually hear what I'm saying.
"A mate, also known as a soul mate, is basically love at fight sight. You and that person will have an instant and unbreakable connection. You will always want to be around that person and will have a desire for each other that most people would never understand." My goddess describes as she continues to look at me with so much love and affection.
"Thank you," I whisper as I gently squeeze her hand as I remember our fingers are still interlocked together. God her skin feels so soft.
"So now do you remember being my mate, Bella?" Edward asks me again as he squeezes my other hand which I quickly pull away. I don't like the feeling of him touching me in any way, shape, or form. In fact I'm not really fond of the fact that he's even sitting this close to me right now.
"Nope," I say popping the p. "Although based on the description I was just given I couldn't possibly be your mate." I say simple enough as I slowly lie my head down heavily in my pillow as my headache starts to make itself more known.
"Edward, I think it would be a good idea to respect Bella's request and leave her alone so she can talk to Rosalie. She has just woken up from being in a coma for 4 days. It really wouldn't be in her best interest to overload her like we currently are." Carlisle says as he takes a step forward moving closer to the woman I'm assuming I heard earlier. Now that I'm actually playing attention I see now that there are only 5 of us in the room now.
"Edward, Carlisle is right. Bella looks very tired, and is still recovering." The caramel haired woman said as she looks over at me with concern.
"Esme, please stay out of this! Now Bella, please explain to me how you cannot be my mate. We are perfect for each other in every way and before your accident we were in love." Edward says as I focus on every word that come out of his mouth to make sure I don't miss anything.
"I doubt that we were actually in love. Maybe in strong like, but definitely not love I don't need my memories to know that, Edward." I sigh being completely honest with him.
"You used to tell me that you loved me all the time!" Edward shouts clearly forgetting that we are currently in a hospital right now.
"Well hell I'm sure I told my parents I love them all the time, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with them, now does it?" I say with no malicious intent behind my words.
"That's neither here nor there! We were in love and you are my mate." He says still talking way too loud, but thankfully he's no longer shouting.
"Once again, I say there's no way that you're my mate. In the short time that I've been awake I already have a list of reasons as to why we couldn't possibly be mated based on Rosalie's description on what a mate truly is." I say as I look at my goddess and see an adorable look of confusion on her face. I can still see the love in her gorgeous eyes though.
"Oh please do enlighten me on your list." Edward says as he leans forward and places his elbows on his knees and interlocks his fingers in front of his face. I choose to ignore the sarcasm in his voice for now.
"Well to begin I didn't wake up when I heard you ask me to. There's also the fact that ever since you walked into this room I've wanted you to leave." I see him flinch back at that, but that won't stop me from giving the rest of my list. "Whenever I look at you I don't see somebody I could ever be in love with. You don't talk to me with love or respect. I look into your eyes and I see somebody who's more interested in controlling me, breaking my will, and honestly there's too much deception for me to be comfortable in your presence for too long." I say not bothering to elaborate on all of the points I made in order to keep everything short and to the point.
"So you're going to base our entire relationship on an observation you made in a matter of minutes? Are you kidding me, Bella?" Edward asks me with a condescending tone that grates on my nerves.
"You asked for the list so I gave it to you. I never said that you would agree with it, but that's not really my problem. Even though I know you won't agree with me, would you like to know something else I managed to observe?" I ask hoping that he takes the bait.
"Sure, why not? You seem to be observing everything today!" I can hear the anger in his voice, but again I choose to ignore him.
"Rosalie has spent most of her time with me or somewhere close by ever since I got here. When she asked me to open her eyes for her I did without a moment of hesitation because I would hate to disappoint her. Since then she has been in some form of physical contact with me. With every single word I've heard flow from her mouth I can feel nothing but love and devotion follow them. I look into her eyes and see more love than you could possibly understand. She looks at me like I just hung the moon and all the stars in her universe." I say as I look at Rosalie and give her a faint smile.
"Rosalie, what have you been saying to her while she was in a coma? Have you been filing her head with all of this crap? My Bella is most certainly not gay especially not for you." He practically spits the last part as I watch his eyes go from a burnt gold to obsidian. As I watch his eyes change I can feel all of my memories begin to rush back making my head hurt more.
"Oh no I wouldn't say I'm gay considering I don't like women." I say as I look at Rosalie and see the smile slowly fall from her face. I feel my heart clench at the sadness I see.
"Then what in the hell was all of this for, Bella?!" Edward growls as he keeps his black eyes fixed upon my goddess.
"I don't like women. Rosalie is the first and only woman I have and will ever be in love with." I hear a collective gasp from everybody in the room.
"You're in love with me?" "You're in love with her?" I hear Rosalie and Edward ask me at the same time both with utter shock in their voices.
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." I say as I look between the two of them before I settle my eyes solely on my goddess.
"No, I don't accept this!" Edward shouts as he abruptly stands up knocking over the chair he was sitting in.
"You lost Edward just like we always knew you would. It's best if you just learn to live with it and let her go." Rosalie says as I feel her starting to draw gentle circles on the back of my hand with her thumb. Honestly I completely forgot that our hands were still connected.
"Stay the hell out of this Rosalie! I told you from the beginning to stay the hell away from Bella!" He growls clearly not happy about this change of events. Honestly I think he's more upset that things didn't work out in his favor more than he's actually upset that I'm breaking up with him.
"If memory serves she did, Edward. She even went as far as to make me believe she hated my guts. It's good to know that it was actually you behind that." I say as once again as I hear collective gasp take over the room.
"You remember?" Rosalie whispers softly. I can hear the pain in her voice as she too remembers how she used to treat me.
"Yes, when I saw Edward's eyes change from burnt gold to black all of my memories came rushing back." I say as I close my eyes as I feel a sharp pain in my head.
"So you remember everything we've shared? You remember our love?" Edward asks sounding way too hopeful.
"I'm sorry Edward, but I was never in love with you. It has always been Rosalie, but I never thought she could possibly love me back. I thought I could force myself to love you as much as you think you love me." I say as I keep my eyes closed trying to will away the intense headache I feel from having to deal with all of this right now.
"You always knew this was going to happen, Edward. At the end of the day Alice tried to tell you who Bella would ultimately choose. You could have spared all of us, especially Bella, the trouble if you had just listened from the beginning." Rosalie says as I open my eyes and look up at her. I see her staring Edward down with now pitch black eyes.
"You know as well as I that Alice's visions are subjective. I thought if I tried hard enough I could change them and finally have my mate." Edward says sounding so dejected. I almost feel bad, but at the same time he brought this on himself.
"Edward, dear, you know that it is impossible to change who your mate is. It's also impossible to take somebody else's mate because eventually the wrong will right itself. You owe Rosalie an apology, and you owe Bella a really good explanation. All of that can wait for right now because right now we all need to leave so they can talk like Bella wanted." Esme says as she and Carlisle start walking out.
Edward continues to stand there looking between me and Rosalie for another minute or so before he bows his head and finally turns to leave. I can tell that he isn't quite ready to admit defeat, but thankfully he concedes defeat for today. I sigh deeply as I close my eyes again trying to will away my killer headache.
Well that's one problem taken care of for now. I feel completely drained and I just want to go to sleep, but I know I still need to talk to Rosalie about everything. "Rosalie, you know you can sit down, right?" I say with a faint smile as I keep my eyes closed.
"I can't admire your beauty quite the same if I'm sitting in a chair that's lower than the bed." She says and I can practically hear the smile in her voice.
"Well then if it's really going to bother you so much than please feel free to climb into the bed with me. I would hate to be the one who stands in between you and your view." In reality I would much rather have her lying down with me. I enjoy having her as close as I possibly can now.
"Wait, really?" Rosalie asks sounding a mixture of hopeful yet unsure at the same time. I feel like she's expecting all of this to turn into some cruel joke at any given moment.
I don't respond verbally but instead I just slide over in my bed making room for Rosalie to lie down with me. She wastes no time sliding in beside me. I smile softly when I feel her wrapping her arms around my waist pulling me as close as possible.
"Now we have 1 of 2 options available to us right now. 1. We can talk now about everything, but I must warn you I have a killer headache and I might fall asleep on you. 2. We can talk later and for now we can just enjoy each other's presence. I personally prefer option 2, but we can go with which ever one you decide." I say with my eyes still closed as I feel my body starting to relax into her heavily.
"I'm going to have to go with option 2 as well, Isabella. I'll be here whenever you wake up, my dear heart." She whispers in my ear softly as I start to drift further.
"I love you." I mumble as I snuggle into Rosalie more enjoying the nice chill her body provides. I hate that I can't completely mold myself into her side because of this damn cast.
"As I love you," Rosalie whispers as she gently kisses my forehead. In no time at all sleep has completely consumed me.
A/N 2: So should I do a second chapter? Yay or nay? Should I just make this a full circle story? I want y'all's opinions. Either leave me a comment or feel free to PM me I pretty much always reply. Bye!