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Chapter 3 BPOV
Betrayal
The days passed as quickly and, before I knew it, I had been living in Forks for almost a month and, thankfully, things had been better than they had been for a year.
My mom didn't bring up what happened with Edward although I knew she still wasn't very happy about it. Meanwhile, Edward, who apparently hadn't said anything to his friends about what had happened, continued to try and act like nothing had happened, although it was awkward sometimes.
However, little did I know, this was the calm before the storm.
Monday the thirtieth of April started out as a normal day; I got up, got dressed, drank coffee while my mom ate breakfast, went to school and listened to the people around me talk while I listened and only spoke when they asked direct questions.
At three thirty I waved goodbye to Mike who insisted on walking me to my car after gym and headed home. Like most days when I got home, my mom's car wasn't there so I hopped out and headed inside the empty house. I headed upstairs to change into a pair of leggings and my oversize Kansas City Royals top. I walked back downstairs, ready to start dinner, when I saw the answering machine flashing. I clicked the 'play button' and it told me I had four new messages.
The first three were from my mom's old boss and one of her best friends, Sue, asking if we were okay and telling us that Cherokee misses us. The last one was from a strange man. I frowned listening to his message;
Hi Renee; it's Phil…Uh, Phil Dwyer? I hope it's okay that I called. Anyway I just wanted to tell you that I had a great time the other day and wanted to know if you wanted to do it again, maybe dinner instead of lunch. Let me know. Um, bye.
The machine beeped and told me there were no more messages but I wasn't listening. My breathing had halted and tears gathered in my eyes, waiting to fall.
Words were circling around my head.
Phil Dwyer…great time…other day…dinner.
I couldn't comprehend what was happening. Surely my mother had not been dating someone less than a year after…no, it couldn't be!
I started to get mad; madder than I had ever been before.
How could she do this? To me, and to my dad. How dare she?
I did what I always did when I was angry; I paced, a habit that I had inherited from my father. About ten minutes later I heard my mom pull up outside and decided that I couldn't face her yet so I grabbed my boots and coat from near the front door and headed to the kitchen to go out the back. As I was leaving I noticed my mom's wine rack and saw a bottle of unopened vodka. I gave a quick glance to where I heard the front door open and grabbed the vodka bottle before making a beeline for the back door. I closed it softly and headed into the woods behind our house.
I walked for hours, taking gulps of vodka and shuddering it down. It didn't taste particularly nice but I slowly felt the pain slipping away so I decided to ignore the taste. Besides, the more I drank, the less I could taste it.
Hours later I got tired from walking and came across a playground. It was a school night so it was abandoned so I made my way over and sat down on one of the swings, moving slightly as I continued to drink. I finally felt the tears that I had been holding back begin to fall, dripping down my cheeks and onto my lap.
I don't know how long I sat there, but I felt my eyes closing and dropped the remainder of the bottle.
"Sweetie, can you hear me? Wake up," I heard a gentle voice calling from close by, as well as warm hands shaking me awake. I opened my eyes slowly, my eyelashes sticking together due to the makeup and tears. "Can you tell me your name, sweetie?"
"Uh, Bella…Bella Swan."
"Okay, Bella. Come on; let's get you home." The stranger picked me up easily and then paused. He leaned over again and picked something up before standing straight and carrying me. I heard metal banging together and then a car door opening. All of a sudden I was out of the cold and felt warmth around me. I leaned back into the cold seat behind me as another door opened and then closed. The last thing I recall as I drifted off to sleep as a gentle purr of an engine.
I didn't know how much time has passed but it didn't seem like long before the purring stopped and I felt the cold on my face. I felt myself being lifted up again and the jolting movements made me hurl. The stranger put me down quickly and I felt my hair being pulled away from me as I emptied the contents of my stomach.
I heard another door open and heard a high pitched squeak.
"Oh my God, Bells. Baby."
I stood up again but soon felt nauseous again and felt my eyes closed. I felt myself falling but arms caught me before I could hit the ground.
"You must be her mom; I'm Carlisle Cullen," was the last thing I heard before I drifted back into unconsciousness.
I awoke the next morning to a banging noise.
I groaned and sat up, rubbing my temples. I soon regretted that as the movement made my stomach hurl and I jumped out of bed and made it into the bathroom just in time.
I finally finished when there was nothing left to come back up and brushed my teeth, trying to rid the taste of vomit. While I was there I decided to wash my face. When I was done, I walked out and headed back to my room but stopped when I smelt fresh coffee coming up the stairs. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen and saw my mom sitting at the breakfast bar in her pajamas and robe.
"Morning," she said in a hard voice as I grabbed a cup and poured out some coffee. "Do you have anything to say to me, young lady?"
"No."
"No," she shouted as I winced, the sound of her voice making my head pound. "How dare you? Do you know how worried I was last night when my daughter, whom I love, turned up in the arms of a stranger unconscious and then started puking her guts out? How horrible I felt when said stranger, who, but the way, turned out to be my new boss' husband, showed me an empty bottle of vodka that he had found next to my previously mentioned daughter? And you have nothing to say to me?"
I looked at her. "How's Phil?"
She blinked, taken back by my response. "What?"
"You know, Phil Dwyer."
"How…" I cut her off.
"How do I know about him?" I asked but didn't let her say anything. "He left a message on the machine yesterday. Apparently he had a great time at lunch the other day and wants to know if you wanna have dinner." She closed her eyes. "Now who doesn't have anything to say," I said coldly as I picked up my cup and left the room.
She followed me out. "Wait! Don't think this lets you off the hook for what happened last night."
I turned around. "Last night never would have happened if you weren't cheating on dad!" I screamed.
"I am not cheating on your father!"
"Oh please. I wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the first time. I bet dad's body wasn't even cold before you jumped into bed with the next guy you met." A sharp sting hit my cheek and before I could comprehend the fact that my own mom had slapped me, she started to cry and reached out to touch me. I slapped her hand as my own tears started to fall. "It's been less than a year, and it's like you don't even care; it's like you don't even miss dad," I sobbed out as I ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind me.
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