A lot of you guessed correctly on what will happen to Esme; it's kind of obvious. So thank you for that! And a special thank you to elleminnowpee, because she knows how much I enjoy people asking me questions.
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Thank you for saving me. I owe you my life.
I opened the front door of the house slowly, flinching as I heard it creak. I closed it softly behind me and walked slowly into the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw him, his back to me, his face in the refrigerator. I was about to try and sneak up into my room without him noticing, but he whirled around, just as I was about to go up the first stair.
"Where the hell have you been, young lady?" he yelled at me, his face turning red. My eyes widened and the little color I had in my cheeks drained.
"I-I was a-at the hospital," I stammered as he stormed over to me.
"And where the hell is that little piece of shit I call my fiancée?" he asked, ignoring my previous response. Esme. I was hoping he wouldn't ask about her.
"Dad, um, I wanted to talk t-to you about h-her," I stammered, trying to sound confident. It obviously wasn't working, because he just laughed sourly at me.
"What?" he asked, a mocking smile upon his face.
"D-Dad, Esme went t-to the h-hospital last night, sh-she went into a c-coma, and th-they're t-taking her off l-life support," I in a low voice, tears streaming down my face now.
"You killed her?!" he yelled at me. Of course, he would put the blame on me.
"N-No, of course n-not," I whimpered as he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and threw me across the floor. I came to an abrupt stop when I slammed into the radiator. That was sure to leave a bruise on the back of my neck.
"How the hell do you expect me to pay that stupid hospital?!" he bellowed, stomping over to where I was. He kicked me in the stomach. Hard. I groaned and held my arms around my midsection, trying to shield it from the beating. He kicked and kicked and kicked. Harder and harder and harder.
But then, he stopped. He stopped and turned his back to me, as if having some kind of revelation. I thought that maybe he was done hitting me, but that just wasn't the case. He turned around slowly, his face beet red, on the verge of going purple.
"Get up," he ordered in a low, stern voice. I stood up shakily, each movement hurting my stomach. I flattened myself against the wall as he grabbed both of my shoulders with great force.
"You told, didn't you?" he said lowly. I shook my head fiercely, tears blurring my vision.
"Don't lie, you little slut," he growled angrily.
"I-I didn't, I-I swear," I stuttered. He shook his head at me and threw me to the ground. He began pounding at my ribs forcefully. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to go unconscious so that I wouldn't be able to feel the pain anymore. He pounded and pounded me in the ribs, and I was sure he was breaking every single one. Tears leaked out the corners of my eyes.
But finally, it was over. I heard him leave, probably to go to a bar or something. I opened my eyes and found myself still in the same place as before, up against the radiator. Except for now, I was in serious pain. Scorching pain flew all around my midsection, mostly from my ribs, but also from my stomach.
I used all of the strength I could to reach into my pocket and pull out my cell phone. But who would I call? I didn't have any family around here, and Alice was with Jasper in Olympia. Then I remembered the slip of paper Edward had given me. Took that out of my pocket as well and slowly dialed the phone number.
"Hello?" his velevety voice said. I broke down as soon as I heard him.
"E-Edward, it's B-Bella," I whispered. I was sure he couldn't understand me, for I was sobbing by now.
"Bella? Bella, what's wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?" he was obviously worried now. I hated to burden him with my presence, but I needed someone. If I wanted to live.
"E-Edward, can you c-come and get m-me? I'm h-hurt really b-bad," I stuttered. A sob choked itself passed my lips.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving right now. I'm bringing Carlisle," he said. Oh, good. He's bringing the doctor.
"Edward," I whispered. I was surprised when he responded, because I could barely hear myself.
"Yes, Bella?" he asked. I heard an engine start up, which must mean that he was already in his car.
"Thank you," I whispered. I hung up the phone and set it beside me, letting the tears escape.
Within minutes Edward and Carlisle had banged down the door, and were hurrying into the room. Edward knelt beside me and held my hand tightly, but not so tight that it hurt. I still felt that electric shock from this morning, except it wasn't as prominent, probably because I was slipping in and out of conscienceness.
"Bella, Bella, it'll be okay," Carlisle said. "Where does it hurt?"
I pointed to my midsection area. He ripped open my blood stained shirt and gasped. I saw Edward turn away and hold his nose. Maybe he was like me and couldn't stand the smell of blood. I'd think about that later, but now I had my lif to worry about.
"Its much worse than I expected," Carlisle mumbled. He said something to Edward so fast that I couldn't even understand. In a flash, Edward was gone, and I suddenly felt emptier than ever before.
Edward was back now, with my old light blue surfboard in his hand. I never used it, I was too much of a klutz to even try.
"Edward, it's really bad, you have to change her," Carlisle said. Change me? Change me into what? I knew there was something fishy about the Cullens.
"No, I'm not changing her," Edward said firmly. Again, changing me into what? What the hell are they talking about?
"Edward! You have to! It's the only way she'll survive!" Carlisle said sternly.
"No! I'm not doing that to her! I'm not ending her life when she has so much to live for!" Okay, what? End my life? I was on the verge of death anyway. And so much to live for? I had one friend, two if you counted Edward, no mom, my stepmom was dead, and my dad abused me. Doesn't seem like a lot to live for to me.
"Fine, let's bring her home." That's all I heard before everything went black.
-Strong On the Surface-
I was running. I didn't know where, but I was running. For no reason. But I couldn't stop. He'd get me. I heard the voice behind me.
"Get back here!" it was stern and scary. I recognized it. It was Charlie, my father. I ran faster. But I tripped, and fell to my death.
-Strong On the Surface-
I woke up, sweating. My breathing was at an erratic rate now, and my heart was pounding about a million miles per hour. I looked around the room. It wasn't white like the hospital, but a soothing light blue. I was laying propped up in a what looked like a king sized bed with white sheets and light blue comforter.
"Where the hell am I?" I wondered out loud. Then, the previous events came flooding back to me. I remembered. Charlie beating me. I flinched just thinking about it. And Edward and Carlisle saved me. That was the good part.
"Carlisle! She's awake!" I booming voice yelled from the doorway. I looked up to see Emmett standing in the doorway with a huge smile on his face.
"Emmett! Shut up!" I heard Edward yell at him. The bronze haired boy walked into the room and knelt beside my bed.
"How do you feel?" he asked. I tried to shrug, but it hurt my ribs.
"Well, aside from the fact that my ribs hurt like crazy and I wasn't really that awake when Emmett came in, I'm just dandy," I said sarcastically. Edward chuckled and shot a look at Emmett.
"Bella, it's good to see you awake," Carlisle said, walking into the room. I smiled warily at him as he walked around and sat on the edge of the bed.
"How do your ribs feel?"
"They hurt a lot, only when I move though. What happened to me anyway?" I asked, curious. Edward and Carlisle exchanged glances. And then they both looked at Emmett, who got the hint and left.
"Charlie…" Edward began. I nodded slightly.
"Yeah, I know that part, but how bad am I hurt?" I asked.
"It looked worse than it was last night actually," Carlisle began, "You have three broken ribs, and a lot of bruising around your stomach." I nodded. It really wasn't that bad.
"I should probably get back to work now. I've been out for too long. Call if anything goes wrong," and with that, the doctor was gone. I turned to Edward, as last night's conversation came flooding back to me.
"Edward?"
"Hm?" he asked, smiling crookedly at me.
"Can I ask you something?" I was a little afraid to ask, because I really had no idea where the conversation would lead.
"Anything," he said.
"Yesterday, when you and Carlisle came to my house, I heard you talking about…changing me…" I trailed off. Edward sighed and closed his eyes.
"Oh, right. I guess you have a right to know, then. My family and I…we're not really…like you…" he said slowly, as if figuring out how to phrase it.
"Yeah, I know. You're all beautiful!" I exclaimed. He chuckled nervously and shook his head.
"No, I mean, we're not like you. At all."
"Where are you going with this?" I asked, genuinely confused. I sighed and mumbled something completely inaudible and way too fast for me to hear.
"What would you say if I told you I'm not seventeen, I'm actually one hundred and seven?" he asked. I raised my eyebrows.
"I'd tell you that's impossible and you can't look as hot as you do now if your one hundred and seven," I replied, brushing off the idea that crossed my mind. I'd read about those being that took human form, were drop dead gorgeous, and lived forever. But that couldn't be possible because there was one trait that just didn't fit in.
"Is it really impossible?" he asked, his now topaz eyes boring into me. "You know what I am. I know you do." I did know what he was. I just didn't want to accept it.
"If you're a….then why aren't you…how come you haven't…" I struggled to find the correct words. Maybe we weren't thinking the same thing? Maybe he was actually unicorn or something, while I was suspecting he was a…I couldn't even say it.
"How come I haven't drunk your blood?" Well ,that rules out the unicorns. I nodded solemnly.
"Because my family isn't like others of our kind. We live off of animal blood. There's another clan like ours up in Alaska. Denali. Where I used to live," he explained. I nodded my head.
"I don't believe this," I mumbled. Edward raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side.
"Aren't you afraid of me? I'm a monster," he whispered. My brow furrowed.
"No," I said. And those three little words that I'd never said to anyone came out of my mouth. Just like that.
"I trust you."
So I thought the end was cute. And YAY! Bella's going to try and let Edward in. And we still need to see the rest of the Cullens' reaction to her discovery. And what about Alice and Jasper? Where are they?
