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Later…

Mom didn't want to continue our conversation and to be truthful, neither did I. I just didn't have the strength. I figured it was better for me to resign, and not make a huge fuss about this. And even though marriage was possibly the worst thing that could happen to me, I knew I didn't really have a choice. And there was divorce, anyway…

I heard voices outside my room; it sounded like my parents and someone else... I checked the clock. 7:27 pm.

"Do you think marriage is the most sensible thing right now, with Bella's condition and everything?" I heard a voice say; it sounded like that doctor's voice… Carlisle Cullen…

I heard my mum sigh. "I don't know…"

"Because," Dr. Cullen continued, "Edward's not too happy about it, either. In fact, he threatened with suicide. Who knows what got into that boy?"

I listened harder. Yeah, I was prone to listening to people's conversations, but only when they involved me.

"He had been going out with a girl, and I think that's the main reason why he doesn't want to marry Bella," the doctor continued (and how was it that he knew so much?), "Otherwise, he'd consider it an honour."

So my fiancée to be wasn't too happy with the wedding. That's a shocker. And I highly doubt anyone would consider it an honour to marry a complete stranger.

"So your son has no plans for marrying my daughter?" I heard my dad ask, his tone half-relieved, half-outraged. There was a brief pause, "Oh, no. He's marrying her," Dr. Cullen said.

So I was marrying Dr. Cullen's son? Big improvement. I didn't even know the guy had a son.

"How can you be sure?" Renée asked.

"Because Edward loved his grandmother, and he doesn't want to leave her dying wish unfulfilled."

That made me want to gag. Oh, so the guy was only marrying me because he wanted to fulfil his deceased grandmother's wish. Yeah right. I'd rather get run over by an ice cream truck than believe that load of bullshit.

Wait, what? Get a hold of yourself, Bella! You're judging the guy before you even met him!

I suddenly felt really bad. He didn't deserve that sort of behaviour (at least, I think he didn't), his grandmother didn't deserve that sort of behaviour, and my grandmother certainly didn't deserve it.

I might as well suck it up and enjoy what was left of my freedom.

2 weeks later

I was out of the hospital and into hell. Everything around me was filled with blasted wedding preparations and happy blessings and joyful cries of excitement; well, of agony, from my part. And the worst thing of all was that I wasn't even allowed to complain or cry or behave miserably in public; no one was allowed to know that the wedding was arranged.

Oh, I felt like dying.

I didn't show it, though. I figured it would be of no use, since my parents already had their minds set.

So I just sucked it up (like I'd promised myself), and crawled and dragged myself around the house without talking to anyone unless I absolutely had to. After a few days like that, my parents stopped trying.

One day (it was a Sunday, 2 weeks before the wedding); I set my mind to clean the basement; one that hadn't been cleaned in years. I just needed to get my mind off the god darn wedding, and cleaning was the best solution. It kept my hands and head busy.

Wearing my favourite sweatpants, and one of my dad's old shirts, I made my way to the basement with a vacuum cleaner, a duster, and three boxes.

"Where are you going with that, sweetie?" my mum asked from behind a large bouquet of roses.

"Basement," I panted as I tried to balance a box on top of another one.


This was a really short chapter. So sorry! I just don't feel like writing!

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