Chapter 2.
Bella
I guess you could say I over reacted, but you would too if your boyfriend had some little sluts number one his arm and he reeked of the bitches perfume. I understand we were both really drunk last night and he probably didn't even know what the fuck the girl looked like or what her name was but I was pissed. I always let my temper get the best of me…I guess that's what I get for being with Edward for so long. He started to rub off on me.
I felt his warm body curled up against mine and I huffed, throwing his arm off from around me and stormed off the bed we had passed out on. Our apartment was a decent place, we both kept it spotless, knowing we each hated something or another about the house being messy so to avoid confrontation or fighting, which was impossible, we tried to keep up our mess. I was mad and I prayed to god he wouldn't wake up and get me even more pissed off than I was by talking to me. I walked over to the closet and ripped off a tee shirt and some jeans angrily. I knew I was making too much noise.
"Hey…" I heard Edward's groggy voice call sweetly to me as I slipped into the black shirt and denim jeans. I wasn't going anywhere, I was just getting dressed to maybe go grocery shopping or make breakfast or clean or something. Nothing major. "Where are you going, beautiful?" he asked in a much clearer tone now.
"No where." I snapped with as much venom as I could spew into it. I heard a groan from the bed and my face automatically snapped to face him. I glared at this gorgeous man before me and scoffed before running my hands through my hair and attempting to walk out of the room.
"What did I do this time, Bella? Huh?" he grumbled as I walked past him. I simply chuckled darkly and spoke before leaving through the door.
"Check your arm, asshole." I said walking out of the room and slamming the door behind me. I heard a loud, angry groan come from the bedroom as I almost made it to the kitchen but didn't make it in time before I felt his hand grip my arm so tight I knew it would be sore in a few hours. I looked up almost instantly to see Edward with no shirt on and just a pair of jeans he had worn last night to the party for Rosalie's 21st birthday. Edward had gotten totally shit faced with Emmet and Jasper while I drank a little bit with Rosalie and Alice, Edward's friends and mine from college.
"Let. Go." I growled up at him. I sounded just like him now. His eyes grew angry and soon he had me pinned against the wall, hands over my head.
"Calm down." he said gently as I thrashed beneath him. I was totally surprised by this. He had always just threw me down or something and yelled at me or shook me or something but not this time. He was actually trying to calm me down even though I could tell he was getting just as pissed and annoyed as me.
"Who was she?" I asked glaring at him through my lashes. His jaw tightened and he shook his head before closing his eyes.
"I don't even remember getting her fucking number, okay Bella? Is that what you want to fucking hear?" he yelled at me finally. I sneered at him and lifted my foot and raided it to shove against his stupid perfect washboard stomach abs. he fell back against the opposite wall of the hallway and chased me back to the bedroom and caught the door before I could close it, even if I did though he could've kicked down like he had a few times before.
"You know if you didn't get so fucking shit faced with those assholes you called friends, maybe you could actually remember what you did the night before!" I screamed at him and shoved against his chest. He laughed down at me and shoved me now against the wall. I gasped for a minute, trying to catch my breath and I knew this was going to get a little out of hand. I ran for him now and jumped on him, sending my fists to his face, throwing punches anywhere I could on him but he just grabbed my wrists and flipped me over on the bed now. I thrashed even harder again, trying to get out of his strong hold and he glared at me.
"Don't you EVER call my friends anything like that ever again, Bella! Or I swear to God I'll-" he started but I cut him off with a loud shrill of a yell.
"Or you'll what, Edward? What? Are you going to hit me? Go ahead! HIT ME!" I screamed at him but he just growled and pulled me up by my wrists to yell again at me but I spit in his face, giving me time to get out of his grip and run for the bathroom now. I almost made it again, but he caught the door before I could close it and pinned me against the tile wall this time, but instead of capturing my wrists, he captured my lips with his. I shoved him away though and with a strangled cry of anger his hand snapped back and slammed into the tile wall beside my face with a horrible crack. This wall didn't even budge but Edward pulled back and screamed in frustration, anger and pain. It had to have hurt a little bit but it must have hurt a lot worse with all the anger he was holding.
"Fuck!" he said gripping his hand for a minute and tried to stop the pain. For a moment I thought I could just yell at him, have easy ammo now and call him a baby or something…but then I saw the blood. Blood is where we both knew it was going way too far. I rushed to him and tried to look at his hand but he shoved me away roughly, holding his hand to his chest and sending me against the wall now. "Get away from me!" he yelled in anger but I could tell the pain was all there. I didn't let it phase me though, I knew he'd let me look at it now from the guilt of shoving me.
I finally got him to turn around and look at me for a minute before holding onto his wrist and looking at the cuts on his knuckles. I touched just above his knuckles from where the large gashes where and sighed in relief when he didn't flinch or even phase at all. His hand wasn't broken.
I grabbed some rubbing alcohol and gauze from the place where we kept our first aid kit under the sink and warned him quietly before pouring the horrible smelling alcohol on his wounds. "It'll sting for just a minute." I said pouring it on his hand now. He screamed into my shoulder, muffling it and I quickly wrapped it with the gauze. When I was finished I looked up at him and sighed, lifting my hand up to press against his cheek. He didn't flinch away like I would have, were it him, but leaned into it, closing his eyes and sighing in relief.
"Bella," he said looking at me now and I let my hand fall to his chest as I stared up at him with tears of guilt now blurring my vision. "I really don't remember her and if I was sober I swear to you I would've told her to go fuck herself. You know I have never cheated on you, just like I trust that you have never cheated on me." Edward said leaning down to press his forehead to mine.
"I know…" I said wrapping my arms around his torso. "I'm so sorry. I always start these fights and I hate it…I'm so sorry…" I mumbled over and over again into his chest as I wept for his mercy and forgiveness. He sighed calmly now and lifted me off my feet into his arms, bridal style, before carrying me back to the bed. He laid me down and then lay there next to me…we kissed each others wounds for a second, him turning me over to kiss the now forming bruise on my back from when he shoved me.
"I'm so sorry Bella…" he said sadness brimming his voice as his lips lightly brushed my bare back now, after lifting my shirt up, calming me to such an extent I wanted to fall asleep. He rubbed my hip bone that was stuck up win the air since I was laying on my side. He never really punched me or hit me…he would try to hit a wall or something but he would shove me and if I was really wailing on him he was smack me back or something but nothing that was cause like my skull to crack open or something, so I could tell just by his voice how guilty he was to see me all banged up from him.
"Forgive me?" he whispered planting one last kiss agaist my bruise then pulling my shirt back down and allowed me to shower him now. I looked into his eyes for a moment before leaning over to grab his hand and kiss his bandaged palm. His students would ask him what happened. Edward was a college liberal arts professor, even though he was so young. I worked at a local magazine and wrote articles on relationships. Ironic, huh?
"Will you forgive me?" I pleaded with him now as I left his hand and kissed my way up his shoulder now until I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck and kissed him there for a few minutes before just laying there and allowing him to wrap his arms around me, comfortingly.
"You haven't done anything wrong, baby…I made you this way…if it weren't for me-" he started but I cut him off.
"You didn't make me anything. I became this way on my own accord. Nothing is your fault…I love you…" I whispered into his ear lightly before he sighed and nodded in reply.
"I love you too, Bella. So much…" he said holding onto me gently.
It felt so good to be at peace with him right now, but I knew better. It was only a matter of time before the bombs inside the both of us would blow up again.
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-WOLFIE 3
