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A/N: Long wait I know! I'm so shocked by how many people encouraged me to continue with my brain fart! I honestly didn't expect anyone to like it but was pleasantly surprised when I got 42 reviews! Wine will be updated shortly but I am working on college apps so bear with me here. Short Chapter. SOWWY.
A/N: I couldn't bring myself to write in explicit detail about what happens to Bella which it the purpose for it being so vague. You can probably fill the blanks in. Sorry lovelies.
Warnings: Possessive Edward. Flashback which includes non-consensual acts.
Read and Enjoy!
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Forgive
Chapter 2: Mouse
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Bella sat shivering on the counter.
Gathering up the camisole that lay draped around her waist, she tugged the flimsy material until it returned back to its original position, wincing when her shoulder blade came to an awkward angle. Bella couldn't bring herself to be anything but mortified, not only by Edwards reaction-
But the sheer fact that he knew now.
Edward knew he did it.
Bella sensed that somewhere, at that very moment, blood was being shed.
Because of a mistake.
Because of a misunderstanding.
Because of her.
Lowering herself down from the counter, Bella trudged back to their vacant bedroom and pulled back the covers of their bed, getting in and curling into a fetal position underneath the large comforter.
Bella felt awful that she didn't tell her husband what had happened. It wasn't even that she shouldn't, it's that she couldn't.
The air inside the cocoon of the comforter she created had become hot and uncomfortable. She had the urge to throw it off and gasp fresh oxygen but decided against it. Bella had the strange decency to punish herself for not trusting Edward or herself. He would've found out. She surely must've known that he would.
Denial.
She had become so comfortable in denying the faults of the world that she had started to deny her own husbands abilities. But there was an undeniable comfort that Bella found in wishing that this wasn't real. Denial that the Volturi wouldn't come and announce her dead. Denial that war wasn't upon them. Denial that Edward wasn't after the man who had used her.
Foolishness was never the hanged man's alibi.
Neither was it hers.
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Flashback:
The scrawl on the papyrus was elegant as it was simple.
'2-14.'
The Volturi's message was clear.
Bella's life now had an expiration date.
Valentine's day.
Bella would have cried if the moment allowed for it. The strange desire she once had to become a vampire was dwindling away, dying with the uncertainty that Edward could actually accomplish changing her when the time came. Her mind reeled to pinpoint any emotion in his face at the letter, but could find none.
He wouldn't want to talk about it. She knew that this was probably harder for him to deal with then it was for her but still had the desire to discuss it with somebody.
Anybody.
Carrying herself on shaky legs, Bella found her cell phone and dialed. He would be able to help her through this mess emotionally once he had gotten over his initial reaction.
She was sure he would.
"I need to see you."
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Bella couldn't deny to herself that she missed warmth. It was comforting to have someone to hold her who wasn't always cold to the touch. She never usually minded, but the reminder that the cold was what she would become was too much for her at the moment. But now she was comfortable, despite the fact that she knew it wouldn't last.
"Valentine's Day?"
She nodded. Dying a little at the reminder.
"That blows."
Bella felt slightly more at ease with the vulgarity than an apology. She had only ever gotten apologies from Edward, tiring of them when she saw that he blamed himself.
"It was going to happen eventually. I just couldn't expect so soon… even right after the-"
"Wedding."
The arm around her shoulder tightened to the point of pain, but she didn't ask him to let up. This was a human emotion. One that she wasn't sure she would have when she would be changed.
Bella decided to bask in it.
Dragging her feet in the dirt below the bench that they sat in was a nice little distraction to the crumbling world around her. Bella suddenly felt a pang of guilt for using him as a distraction. That's all he would ever be for her. A distraction to her world with Edward.
She couldn't deny it any longer.
"Bella?"
She didn't acknowledge him. Even when his hand moved to the back of her neck she didn't feel it. She was too numb.
Bella wasn't offended when the kiss came. She might've expected it but didn't begrudge him for doing so. The kiss was tender but she didn't feel anything. Her heart belonged to Edward and it always would. His hope was dying too, that was the only reason she let him give it to her.
Bella accepted the kiss as a truce of friendship.
He didn't.
Grabbing her arm a little too forcefully, Bella was led back to the car, getting in without a second thought. Now she could go home and go back to Edward, where she always wanted to be and where she belonged.
When the engine turned off, Bella was jarred from her thoughts, looking around at the forest surrounding them. The first thought that came to Bella was as stupid as it was true.
'This isn't home.'
A weight on Bella's shoulders caused her gaze to tear to the man above her. He had moved rather quickly and when lips crashed upon hers she was torn from her numbness. Feeling came back in terrifying waves and all of her pent of emotions burst to the surface with that kiss.
Pushing with all of her force, Bella kicked and punched. This wasn't just the reaction to his hands grabbing her hips or his knuckles painfully kneading her breasts, but everything.
The Volturi.
The war.
The kiss.
Edward.
She didn't want this. She never wanted this. Crying and screaming finally brought him from his advance and he looked down upon her broken body before he flew out the door of the car.
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Bella remembered a story that she once read when she was younger.
It was about two men who were trying to live.
One of them, she recalls, couldn't have any pets because his brute force would kill them. No matter how softly he pet the mouse, its spine could not withstand the force of his grasp. No matter how gently he cooed the fragile soul back to life, he couldn't understand why it would stay limp.
Bella felt like the mouse. Too fragile for anyone to hold or carry, yet available for use whether she wanted to or not.
Bella played with her wedding band.
Hickory dickory dock…
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Edward's feet flew faster than they ever had.
For being in a fit of rage, his movements were surprisingly graceful and his mind, startlingly clear. But even so, he snapped a birch, clear from its trunk with his hand. It ached and stung.
Edward rather liked it.
Exiting the forest, he saw up ahead the invisible divide of the land. He never so much as acknowledged it then after. Having never passed the divide before, Edward expected some kind of lightning bolt to come down upon him and strike him for entering forbidden land. When none befell him, he ran faster.
Surely Sam must've sent some of his goons to fetch the invasive vampire from their lands, but when none came, Edward thought that maybe they might've known.
Of course they knew.
Was anything a secret in that homeless clan of theirs?
Filthy beasts.
Damnable hounds.
They knew to stay away.
The house ahead came into his view, taking on the ugliest sight that Edward had ever seen with the bastard standing on the front porch. His shirt was off and his shoulders slumped, his stance not at all taking on one of fight. Edward's chest grew with hatred.
He wanted a fight. He wanted blood.
He stopped not twenty feet from the house, breathing as though he hadn't run at all. The scene around him turned red in emotion, fueling his undeniable hatred for the beast standing before him.
Rage.
Pure unadulterated rage.
"BLACK!"
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"Dying is the day worth living for."
-Capt. Barbosa
At World's End
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A/N: Well, everyone pretty much guessed it in their reviews of the first chapter. Am I that obvious? Lolz. Wine will be updated shortly do not fret. The story Bella mentions is Of Mice and Men. 'Tis very good.
Review and tell me to continue! (and also what you think!)
-behappy101
P.S. 'This isn't home' wasn't meant to be funny. But... that didn't really work. Oh vell!
