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~Bella
I stormed into the house, pissed off. When did Edward suddenly have the authority to tell me when I could and could not go out? He didn't! He never would! I had to tell Esme about how unfair it was. Seriously, it wasn't like he was my brother or anything. Far from it.
"Esme!" I called, walking into the kitchen, expecting for her to be there. She was. She turned, startled at me yelling.
"What is it, Bella?" she asked calmly.
"Edward thinks he can tell me I'm not allowed to go out anymore. Why?"
Edward walked into the room and cleared his throat. "I told her it's unsafe for her."
Esme looked at Edward and nodded. Looking back at me, she said, "Edward's right, Bella. It's unsafe."
"Why…?" I asked.
"It just isn't."
"Can't you just tell me why?"
She gulped, a worried look now in her eyes. "I can't." She said. "You don't need to know. You won't want to know."
I glared. "If it's about me, I want to know. I have the right to know."
She thought for a minute. "I'm not going to argue about it anymore." She said, turning to the counter and beginning to sort through papers.
"I need to know. I know something's going on now. Just tell me."
She threw the papers to the counter, and turned to me angrily. "Why can't you just accept the fact that I don't want you to know?"
Instead of answering, I walked away and to my room. If she weren't going to tell me what it was, I was going to find out myself. I turned my laptop on and went on AIM. I sent an IM to Angela first:
Me: Do you know anything about anything going on around here having to do with me?
Angela: Huh?
Me: There's something going on, and apparently it has to do with my safety. I'm not allowed to go out for awhile and I have to stay home…know anything?
It showed she kept typing but then stopping. That annoyed me.
Me: If you know something that you're not sure whether or not to tell me, tell me. Please.
Angela: I promised I wouldn't say anything…
Me: Angela, please tell me. I need to know. I deserve to know. Is it bad?
Angela: …Yes.
Me: What is it?
She typed on and off for about five minutes. Then, the truth came out.
Angela: It's…about your dad…
I didn't feel scared anymore, now matter how scared I should have felt. I felt…I didn't know how I felt. I was on the verge of crying yet I felt calm. What Angela had just told me was something that my life could be in danger because of. And I wasn't even supposed to know about it. These past days I had no idea of the danger around me, I just lived peacefully, taking the safety I had for these past years for granted.
I signed off of the instant messenger and sat on my bed, thinking more. I stared into space, my knees up and my arms wrapped around them. I heard light footsteps in hallway. They knocked on the door.
"Who-who is it?" my voice sounded frightened. Now I knew I definitely was frightened, even if I thought I wasn't.
"It's the three of us." Esme's voice said. "May we come in, Bella?"
I remained silent.
"We're coming in, Bella." Edward said. "We need to talk to you."
The door slowly opened, and there stood Edward, Carlisle, and Esme. They walked in, leaving the door open behind them.
"What is it, Bella?" Esme asked, alarmed, as she ran over to me. She sat next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. With the other she checked my forehead. "You feel warm." She said. "Are you feeling sick?"
I didn't say anything; they weren't even going to tell me anything.
"Bella?" Carlisle asked. "Are you feeling dizzy? Maybe you should lie down."
Bella?
Bella?
Bella?
Their voices of concern got to me so much I had to say something.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I finally exploded.
"…What?" Esme asked, surprised of me finally talking.
"My father escaped from jail! And you knew it!"
~Edward
We walked up the stairs quietly so Bella wouldn't hear us. Otherwise, she'd probably scream at us and slam the door open and shut or something.
"What are we going to say?" I asked.
"We'll tell her we're sorry for not letting her leave the house. And for not being able to tell her." Mom said.
"Are you going to ever tell her?" I asked. I mean, I didn't want her to know now, but eventually she had to know. It was about her, after all.
"I don't want to." Mom said. "But we might have to eventually."
We got to the door, and after her ignoring us, we walked in, anyway. She sat on her bed, staring into space, not even blinking. She looked like a zombie. I was afraid to even say anything to her.
"What is it, Bella?" Mom asked as she went to check her temperature. I remembered many times when I was little when she'd insist on checking my forehead for a fever every time I complained of a cough or head ache.
Dad was asking her if she were about to faint. If she did, I'd have no idea what to do. I'd leave it to Dad. He knew a lot about that stuff. He was a doctor, after all.
Bella continued with her zombie-like state but finally spoke.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she screamed, looking up at each of our faces. Her eyes were bloodshot and showed terror.
"What?" Mom asked.
"My father escaped from jail! And you knew it!"
Oh, shit. How the hell did she find out? I didn't say anything…I thought. Maybe while I was sleeping I told her. Sometimes I slept walked or talked in my sleep…
Mom's eyes widened, and she looked at Dad in panic.
"Bella, um, what-"
Bella cut Mom off. "Don't pretend you don't know! My dad escaped from jail, and everyone but me knew!"
"Bella, we…we're sorry."
"Who told you?" I asked. I worried it would be me, and then my parents would be pissed off. But it wasn't my fault. You can't control sleep.
"Angela told me. She said her mom read about it in the paper. They're asking about information about him."
"They don't think he's in town, Bella. You'll be okay. He doesn't know where you are now. He probably thinks you're still with your mom." Mom said comfortingly.
That didn't work for Bella. "My mom? He's going to get to her, then!"
"He won't hurt anyone." Dad said. "The police are on a search for him even this very minute. And they are making sure you're safe right here at home."
She didn't say anything; she seemed to be in deep thought again.
"Why don't you go to sleep?" Mom asked her, and she nodded slowly. Mom gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Goodnight." Mom told her, standing up and heading toward the doorway. Dad said goodnight to her and left as well, leaving me there. Bella looked up at me, a helpless look in her eyes.
"Bella, why would he want to come to you?" I asked.
"He wants his revenge."
"For what?"
She looked away, and then back at me. "I'm the one who got him arrested."
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