EPOV
Shit. That's the only word running through my mind. It's the only word that makes an ounce of reason.
Bella's face settles into various states of confusion. My black heart fucking snaps in half when the first tear glides down her cheeks. A crocodile tear at that. Now, the shivering starts from her fragile frame. She's wrapping her lanky arms around her trembling body, in a form of protection. She's desperate for protection from me- the asshole who knocked her up only whilst fucking strippers. Strippers that double as prostitutes. But I don't pay for blow or vagina- I firmly refuse.
I can't take this torture anymore. It's a slow, never-ending fiasco. I hate seeing her face twist in pain and know that I caused it, solely me.
My arms instinctively cover her waist once she collapses to the floor. I slide down with her, pinning her to my chest as the sobs wrack through her. This can't be good for our baby. My baby. Bella's pregnant with my child. This news is the best I've ever received. A miracle baby with my lovely Bella is more than I deserve. I want to go back- erase the stripper sex…and most of all erase the Rosie sex.
I briefly consider divulging the Rosie part. The part where not only am I doing strippers, I'm also fucking a porn star…better known as Bella's big sister. I opt not to say a word of it. That would harm Bella; she can't handle anymore dreadful confessions. And our little baby certainly wouldn't be able to cope if its mommy distributed more energy to wailing. It's not healthy.
"GET OFF ME NOW! NOW! YOU FUCKING ASS GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I wince at the viciousness of her onslaught of words…coated with tears. Her lungs must be bleeding after such a proclamation. Her small hands are balled into fist. Fist that are currently hitting every available location on my body- hard, unforgiving. She wants to do damage to me, break a bone…anything to get back for the hurt I brought upon her. Her goal is to make me feel as horrible physically as she does emotionally. She'd rip my eyes out with her bare finger nails if only she weren't in such a hypnotism of rage.
"Bella, enough." I say it calmly, pleading with her to allow me the chance to…explain? Deny? Neither of those options sound like they'd repair the predicament occurring at this very moment. There's nothing to say that can make her feel better. Not a single word in the English language can restore her happiness.
"NO! FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T GET TO DIRECT WHAT I DO ANYMORE! FUCK YOU!" Bella resumes with the verbal lashing. She's pissed- the understatement of the year. Bella never uses "fuck" in her everyday vocabulary- only during sex.
"Babe, calm down. This isn't good for the baby." She gives a wrenching laugh at my concern, mocking me.
"Fuck you! Don't tell me what's good and not good for MY baby. You lost that privilege when you chose whores over us."
"I didn't know you were pregnant-". Sweet mother of FUCK! Wrong choice of words! Wrong fucking choice of words! The fury in her eyes was visible and the slap she gave my red face was confirmation.
"Shit, baby, I did not mean it that way!" I chased after her as she walked the steps, to our bedroom she darted.
"I think you've made yourself PERFECTLY clear." She retorted as clothes- my clothes- started flying into a suitcase.
"Bella, baby, I love you. I love you and our baby. Our little miracle." I grip her chin in a lock so she meets my eyes, so she is able to detect the love I bear for her, the devastation I have about my downfall.
"You love me? I find that extremely difficult to even ponder. When you're in love with someone the very thought of bestowing any amount of pain on them is suppose to make you cringe. No, you don't love me. You love that I love you. It's a high for you." She says the words without a crack in her voice, dead serious.
"You know that's not even remotely true. You have to. I love you so much that it hurts." She scoffs at my pathetic declaration of devotion to her.
"I have to know? Well I don't, because clearly we have different opinions on what love means and what morals marriages should be based on."
"Those other girls...I don't even know their names. In fact, I barely remember their faces! They're just sluts; nothing serious. I'm done with them."
"Wow. That's supposed to make it all better? You just basically told me that you tarnished our love for a couple of fast lays. Thanks! I mean I'm so happy that you think so highly of me you'd cause me this ache all for the sake of getting your dick wet. An ache that's overwhelming and unbearable. I should be resting for the sake of the baby, but now that's not even a possibility."
"Let's not make any rash decisions-"
"Leave, go. If you respect me or love me even just a little bit you'll leave right now. You'll leave because I am so close to hacking your skin off that I am literally restraining my own hand." There was no exaggeration to her monologue. Her left hand was firmly grasping her right wrist. Bravely, I placed a soft kiss on her forehead. The simple action ignited a fresh batch of tears to overwhelm her.
The thought of leaving kills me, but I have to. I take the bag she hurriedly packed for me and set out into the night. From the front door I hear a lamp shatter onto the wooden floors. It serves as a metaphor to our current emotions.
Should I enter the house again, see if she's okay? No. She needs time. I can at least offer her space. She deserves that.
Another lamp breaks.
If I am able to hear this ruckus from outside I can only estimate the force of her thrusts.
Then screams join the smashing. Screams mixed in with sobs.
BPOV
Five lamps all destroyed. Much like my marriage, I realize with a snicker.
My Edward doesn't exist anymore. He's vacant in the form of this new Edward. This human version of Satan.
I hate myself. What did I do wrong? I attempted to be the best wife to Edward. I failed. Perhaps I didn't make the required transformation from lover to wife? I thought the best solution for a lasting marriage was to not change the basis of the romance…but that was a crashing disappointment.
My belly churns. Oh god…my feet scamper off in desperate search for a toilet.
There I lose all the benefits of the meals I have devoured today.
For the last couple of days, the baby has been giving me morning sickness-nothing too severe. But this is brutal; soon I fear my own baby will be harmed as the brutality of the purging resumes.
When it is finally over, I curl up in a ball, staring intently at the white beige tiles of the bathroom floor.
EPOV
Rosie is lying beside me; legs still open from me being between them.
She is aware of the situation- she's going to be an aunt and Bella knows I've been fucking strippers.
I still seduced her though. Yay, me! Whatever. It doesn't require much skill to get a whore to spread her legs.
"Bella doesn't know about us?" She asks with a husky voice.
"Nope." Talk with Rosalie is similar to a conversation with a rock. Zero intelligence and the dumb rock has nothing even remotely interesting to say. Rosie wastes air when she talks. She should give her voice to someone who needs it.
"Does it make me a horrible person that I want to continue with this relationship?" She traces her manicured finger nail up my bare chest. Ugh. So sleazy.
"Rosie, you're already a horrible person. You're the worst of them all."
"Excuse me?" She asks, feigning innocence. The stupid bitch thinks I'm role playing.
I laugh at her, right in her hideous fake face. It's slowly- ever so slowly- dawning on her that I'm Edward, not some screwed up character created for a new sex game we can embark on.
"Don't you dare lash out a ME, Cullen!"
I shrug, "You asked a simple question. I stated a simple answer."
"I love you, Edward." She says, her head down, ashamed.
WHAT? I was definitely not expecting that.
"I love you so much", she chokes up slightly but continues, "If you just gave me a chance I know I could make you happy. We could be really happy. It would hurt Bella at first, but once she saw how in love we are...she'd come around."
My mouth is hanging open in an O. Rosie must have forgotten her meds because there's no way she thinks I feel anything but hate for her.
"I want you to leave Bella, Edward." She says completely honest.
Yep, this hussy has gone crazy.
BPOV
The birds are chirping; alerting me to the morning sun. My eyes are watered with tears that seem to produce rapidly. I'm convinced that even when I was taken a prisoner of sleep, the tears continued to flow. Relentless tears that constantly remind me I have no husband to care for me. The baby is being rambunctious today and there's no one to hold me as I clutch my belly in pain.
I feel a bathroom trip being in the agenda soon; I propel my body up by my elbows, preparing to leave the safety of my bed.
Finally I am unable to hold my bladder and proceed to patter to the toilet. Once I finish my business, I gently pull my tangled panties up my thighs.
I scream a blood curling scream.
My hands drop the fabric of my underwear. My world is rapidly transforming all over again.
Blood. In my panties. Tiny splatters of blood.
The baby…blood isn't natural during pregnancy.
Which only means….
I've lost everything. Officially.
I dial my doctor's number with shaking fingers.
"Bella?"
It takes me a moment to comprehend that the voice who is calling my name isn't my doctor's.
"I need to see a physician immediately." My voice is too calm, there's no trace of the desperation I feel. My body is too busy processing the possibility of this great loss.
"I think my baby might be…"
Then there's nothing. I land with a thud on the tiled floor.