Bella's POV
September 14th thru 16th
On the day after my birthday, Edward asked Brad to give me another check-up when I told him that my vagina was still hurting. This time, Brad did it more thoroughly, and found out what the problem was.
"It turns out that her vagina is raw. I'll treat it for her and she'll be as good as new. I would recommend that she doesn't engage in any sexual activity for a couple of days, so that she can heal properly," he stated.
Edward nodded. "All right. Well, do what you have to do. I will be sitting over there in the corner," he mumbled.
When Brad had finished minutes later, Edward had carried me to our room. He did not say anything to me except, "I apologize for being so rough with you. Here...lay down and rest for a while. I will let you know when it is time for lunch."
I did not comment or reply, just buried myself deeper under the covers.
Nothing else happened for the rest of afternoon. I was left alone for the most part, to my relief. The only time Edward bothered me was at mealtimes. I was just happy that he or his friends couldn't rape me, even though I know that they would as soon as I was better.
For the next two days, it was pretty much the same. Edward treated me like a queen (to my astonishment) and practically had me on bed-rest so that I wouldn't "strain anything." He even carried me downstairs when Victor announced that breakfast, lunch, or dinner was ready. I kept to myself unless it was time to eat. Truth be told, I was actually bored, but I would have rather been bored than feeling constant dread and fear.
Edward noticed my lack of motivation to do anything and lent me several books. "These should help pass the time," he remarked.
At first, I didn't read them. But when I couldn't think of anything else to do, I found myself picking one up. I almost smiled when I realized that it was my favorite book: Wuthering Heights. I became lost in the story, and because I was rarely interrupted, I finished it in a couple of days.
(Today-September 17th, early morning)
The first thing that I noticed when I woke up was that my vagina didn't hurt anymore. I smiled in relief, overjoyed that the pain was gone.
I showered and dressed, but it was still early-breakfast wouldn't be ready for another hour.
The door opened and Edward appeared. "Good morning, Bella. I thought that I heard you creeping around. How are you feeling?" he queried, sitting down next to me.
I narrowed my eyes. "Uh...better," I replied cautiously.
He grinned softly. "That's wonderful. I...I honestly do apologize for being so rough. I never meant to hurt you. You should have told me before what was wrong," he pointed out.
I shrugged, turning away from him. "Whatever. It's doesn't matter," I uttered in a low voice.
Edward embraced me, and I tried to move away from him. "Bella, please don't be so stubborn."
"I'm not being stubborn. I'm just not in the mood for hugs right now."
"You are never in the mood for anything anymore."
Realizing that he was not going to let me go, I slumped, partly in exhaustion and partly in defeat. I held myself stiffly in his arms until he backed up.
Giving me the puppy-dog eyes, he inquired, "Will you forgive me?"
The truthful answer was no, but since I knew that it would only him upset if I did (and I wanted to avoid his temper at all costs), I had to lie. "Fine, I do. Happy?" I demanded, sighing with exasperation.
Edward brightened, not noticing that I had lied to him. "Yes, I am. Thank you," he whispered.
I grunted.
A short while later, Victor called everyone down to breakfast. We went to the kitchen and started to eat when he served the food. Once everybody was finished, I headed upstairs for one of the bedrooms. Edward went to the den, which was between the kitchen and the parlor. It had a bookshelf in there, as well as a desk and a piano. I was not sure how the hell he was able to get them over the cliff, but I wasn't going to ask him. Edward's friends either went to their rooms or stayed downstairs and watched television. There really wasn't much to do in this house. No wonder everyone grew bored often.
Just as I had gotten comfortable in my little hidey-hole, Edward's voice drifted up to me.
"Bella! Could you look in the bottom drawer next to my side of the bed and bring me that box of sheet music, please?" he called.
I growled internally and half-stormed to the bedroom that I was forced to share with him. When I opened the aforementioned drawer, I found a dark-brown box. Next to it was a folder where several pictures had spilled out. One of them was of Carlisle in his black coat and red scarf. He was smiling that warm of his that I adored.
Without thinking, I snatched it up and put it in my pocket. Then I grabbed the box before running downstairs.
"You may come in," Edward announced when I knocked on the den's door.
I entered the room and tentatively made my way over to him. The photo in my pocket suddenly felt heavy, like a brick. I hope that he wouldn't see it.
Edward looked up from his piano. "Thank you, baby. That is all I need for now. I will call you if I want you for anything else."
I just nodded and left.
I quickly ran back to my hiding place, lifting the covers so that it wasn't too dark. Then I slid Carlisle's picture from my pocket and gazed at it intently. It felt like years since I had seen him. He smiled back at me, and this time, it seemed like a morose, wistful smile instead of a warm one. But maybe it was just how it looked to me.
I miss you, Carlisle seemed to say.
A tear rolled out of my eye. I missed him too, so much that it hurt. My heart ached with loneliness. I wished that he was with me instead of in the picture. Or that I was at home. Nevertheless, this photo of him would have to do. I laid down and curled into a ball as I continued to stare at it.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I heard Edward yelling.
"BELLA!" he shouted.
"What?" I half-hollered back groggily.
"What do you mean 'what'?! It's lunchtime! What the hell are you doing?! I have been calling you for FIVE minutes!" he thundered.
Damn! I was late for lunch again! I knew that I was in trouble. I hid Carlisle's picture, which was in my hand, in the bed frame. "S-Sorry. I fell asleep."
There was silence. I couldn't tell if was because he was angry or if he was just accepting what I told him.
Unfortunately, it was not the latter, as I prayed it would be. I didn't even set one foot in the kitchen when Edward pulled me into it by my hair.
"What the fuck did I tell you before about being late for your mealtimes?" he growled, tugging on my hair.
"Owwwww! Edward, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I told you that I fell asleep," I cried in a pleading voice, grimacing in pain.
He leaned down so that his face was close to mine. "Well, the next time you are ready to take a nap, let me know so that I can wake you up ahead of time. If you fail to do this, you will regret it," he hissed.
I nodded hastily and he pushed me away. I crashed to the floor.
Edward hovered over me. "Get up and sit down," he ordered through clenched teeth.
Not wanting to set him off, I bolted up and scurried to my chair. Edward's friends did not look at me. They just continued to eat their food as if nothing had happened. They didn't even try to defend me or stand up for me. Fucking cowards.
I shook as I tucked into my meal in silence. Edward huffed occasionally as he ate his lunch, and his friends had remained quiet. After all of our plates were clean, trudged back upstairs to the second bedroom.
Once I was under the bed, I grabbed Carlisle's photo and peered at it gloomily. I don't know how much longer I can take this Carlisle. Every time things seem to get better, it just gets worse, I thought.
I kissed the picture and held it over my heart. I knew that it was odd to speak to a photo in your head, much less kiss it, but I couldn't have said anything aloud without making Edward suspicious.
Closing my eyes, I wondered what Carlisle was doing at the moment. What Alice, the others, and Charlie were up to. It was around seven o'clock, seven thirty in Forks. (Newton Mearns was eight hours-or time zones-away from there.) Unless they were still searching for me, there was nothing else that I could imagine them doing. Charlie (not to mention Carlisle and the others) had to be out of their minds with anxiety by now. It has almost been two weeks since Edward had brought me here. Two long weeks.
I did not fall asleep again, but I would stare into the darkness from time to time. Piano music lilted all over the house. Edward was probably creating a new song or something. The TV was still going downstairs.
The hours crept by sluggishly as the afternoon wore on. I did not move from my hiding place. I just laid there in solitude, not thinking of anything. I also tried not to think of what Edward did to me earlier. Every once in a while, I looked at Carlisle's picture. It was amazing to see how his smile was the same, and yet, it could appear so different. Other than morose, warm, and wistful, it also looked comforting and encouraging. It looked calm as well, but never happy or joyful. However, as I mentioned before, it likely just seemed that way to me.
When it was time for dinner, I hid the picture again before going downstairs. When the meal was over, I went right back to the bedroom.
Some time later, I heard footsteps approaching. I slid the picture into the bed frame as quickly as I could, lest it was Edward.
And it was. He paused outside of the door and opened it. "Bella? Are you okay?" he queried. A few days ago, he had grown used to me hanging out under the beds. But there were times when he would attempt to make me spend time with him.
"Oh, yeah! I'm great! But I must admit that I was perfect until you nearly pulled all of my hair out," I drawled sarcastically in a falsely sweet voice.
"I am sorry. You know that my temper gets the better of me," he remarked.
I rolled my eyes. "You need to learn how to control it," I pointed out.
He sighed sadly. "I know. Well, I suppose that I will call you when it is time for bed."
I grunted. Edward left, and for a moment, there was peace and quiet.
But not for long.
Edward walked to our room down the hall and I heard him open a drawer. There was a thud-I supposed that he was putting the box of sheet music into it. Then there was another pause before there was a lot of rustling. Seconds later, there was a slam and an explosion.
"BELLA! GET IN HERE, BITCH! NOW!" Edward bellowed in fury.
Abruptly, the house grew deadly silent.
Oh no! What now?
I put Carlisle's photo in the bed frame once more, then hurried to our room. I tiptoe inside warily and the door closed behind me. Edward was in front of it, glaring at me in a towering rage.
He stepped forward. I backed away until the back of my legs hit the bed, causing me to sit down on it. I held my hands up. "Edward, please don't hurt me!" I implored in fear, stammering.
Ignoring me, Edward snatched me up by my collar. "WHERE IS IT?! WHERE IS IT, YOU BITCH?!" he shouted in my face.
"W-Where's what?" I inquired.
"THE PICTURE!" he yelled.
I blinked, dread building up in my abdomen. Oh man! He found out that I had taken it! "Picture? What picture?"
Edward's scowl deepened. "THE PICTURE OF CARLISLE! IN WHICH HE WAS WEARING A BLACK COAT AND A RED SCARF!"
Gulping, I lied, "I don't know what you're talking about."
He snarled and yanked me over to his side-table drawer. He rummaged in it before thrusting a photo into my face. It was a copy of the one that was hidden. "I AM TALKING ABOUT THIS ONE! I HAD TWO, AND NOW I ONLY HAVE THIS ONE. I KNOW THAT I DIDN'T TAKE IT OUT, AND YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS IN MY DRAWER TODAY-EXCEPT FOR WHEN I PUT MY SHEET MUSIC BACK. I KNOW THAT YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD HAVE IT BECAUSE MY FRIENDS NEVER COME IN OUR ROOM. WHERE IS IT, BELLA?! YOU HAD BETTER TELL ME RIGHT NOW!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I repeated. "Let me go! Please!"
Edward pulled me closer to him. "YOU ARE LYING TO ME! I CAN SEE IT, YOU THIEVING WHORE! IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHERE THE PICTURE IS, I WILL RAPE THE ANSWER OUT OF YOU! I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS!" He shoved me towards the door. "GO AND FIND IT! YOU HAVE THREE MINUTES!"
"I-I don't know what you're-!"
SMACK! "I SAID TO GO AND FIND IT!"
Knowing that it would be best not to argue with him any longer, I dashed out of the room, massaging my swelling, throbbing cheek. I hastily retrieved the photo and went back to Edward, trembling violently as I held it out to him.
He narrowed his eyes at me before grabbing it. Then he placed it on the side-table drawer. "So," he began in a low, menacing voice. I would rather that he had screamed at me. "You lied to me. You stood there, and you lied to me about stealing my photo."
I attempted to run, but he caught me. "You're not going anywhere. I am going to teach you to steal things from me." He left the room and locked the door.
My heart raced as I pounded on it. "Edward, please! Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again, I promise! Just don't hurt me, please!"
Footsteps approached. I moved away from the door just in time as he threw it open. A wide, brown leather strap hung limply in his hand.
I shook my head in desperation as I realized what he was planning to do. "E-Edward, no! Don't! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I swear I'll never do it again! Don't!" I pleaded, clutching his shirt.
Edward pushed me to the floor and ripped my jeans off. Then, with his face contorted in fury, he swung the strap high.
I raised my hands. "NOOOOOOOO! Please don't hit me! Please!" I begged.
The air whistled around the strap before it landing on my thigh with a loud CRACK! I screamed over and over as Edward continued to lay into me with it.
"Edward, st-AHH! NO! OW! OW! AHH! Please, I'm sorry! AHHHHH! OW! AHH! STOP IT, PL-AHHHHHHHH!" I hollered.
He paid no attention to my cries. He just kept going until my legs and thighs had red welts all over them. By the time he finally stopped, I was a sobbing, blubbering mess.
"Apology accepted," Edward crooned. "If you ever take anything of mine again without permission, I will whip you longer than I had just now. And if you ever take one of my pictures without telling me, I will burn it. Do you understand me?"
"Y-y-yes," I cried.
Shooting me a dirty look, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door. I crawled onto the bed and wept bitterly, rocking back and forth. Why? Why did he do this to me? I didn't want him to love me, but why didn't he love me enough not to hurt me? To accept that Carlisle and I were soul mates and leave me alone? Oh, I just wanted to go back home!
September 18th thru 24th
After that day, it seemed as if everything had decided to go from worse to even more worse. Edward did not return to our bedroom that night. However, I saw him the next morning. He apologized for what he had done, but I wouldn't hear it. He noticed that I didn't believe him (yet again) and was glum for the rest of the morning.
He tried to make up in another way, though. When I was hiding under one of the beds, he came to the room I was in. I was beyond surprised when he placed five pictures in my hand. The first one was the photo of Carlisle that I took the day before. The others were of Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie.
"If you wanted one, you should of just asked. I would had given it to you," Edward had whispered in a soft, kind voice.
"Uh...thanks," I had mumbled, distrustful of this act of generosity.
"You are welcome. And you may keep the pictures. I know that you miss them. Now you can see them, in a way," he remarked.
"Thanks," I repeated.
For a while, I thought that everything would be okay. But later that night, just as I was preparing for bed, Edward told me that he wanted to have sex. Of course, I said no and that I didn't want to. Before I knew it, I was struggling in his arms as he raped me. This time, it didn't hurt, but there was a little bit of discomfort from time to time. Other than that, I-thankfully-felt nothing.
And if things weren't bad enough, Edward's friends gang-raped me the day after.
Scene: It was a few hours since I had had lunch. I was just wandering around the upstairs hall mindlessly when Brad, Daniel, Jerry, and Victor showed up.
They did not say anything to me at first. They just went their rooms for a minute, then came back out.
Victor stood in front of me. So did the others. "Hi there, girlie," he smiled. He always called me that.
I nodded politely to them. I made to step around them, but they blocked my path.
"Excuse me, please," I declared. I moved to walk around them again, but Victor laid a hand on my arm to stop me.
"Aw, come on girlie. You know what we want. We missed you. Help us out here," he requested.
I yanked out of his grasp. "Sorry. Not in the mood."
He took my arm again. "Don't be rude now. Where are your manners?"
"Let go of me!"
I attempted to jerk away from Victor, but he held me tight. I kicked him in the shin, and he doubled over to clutch his leg. As he did that, he backhanded me. I plowed into the wall before I was grabbed and thrown onto the floor. Brad undressed me, and suddenly, their mouths and hands were all over my body.
"You taste delightful, girlie," Victor announced before sticking his tongue out to lick my pussy while circling my unresponsive clit with his thumb.
Daniel was holding me down, so I was unable fight them off. He, Brad and Jerry fingered and sucked my breasts. I wept and pleaded, but they wouldn't get off of me.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I bellowed.
Victor motioned for the others-except Daniel-to stop, then crawled upwards. With an evil grin, he shoved himself into me. I let out a broken sob. Why were they doing this to me?
"Mmmmmmm. Ughhhhh," he hissed. "We need to do you more often, girlie. Even with a condom on, you feel so good."
"Please," I implored, tears sliding down my face. "Please stop. Please let me go."
He pecked me on the cheek. "We will when we are finished. Don't cry. We won't hurt you anymore. We will be nice and gentle."
As if that would make any difference.
Once Victor had came, Jerry was next, followed by Daniel and Brad. Afterwards, they slid my clothes onto me before running downstairs. I faintly heard them say something about Tanya being next. I didn't understand why they didn't bother her more than they bothered me. Tanya was more beautiful than I was for all she felt cold.
I did not cry anymore, just laid there numbly for an indefinite amount of time. Then I picked myself up from the floor and took a shower.
I was certain that Edward knew what they had done, but he never mentioned it. He didn't even seem to be angry with his friends. I couldn't understand why he didn't save me. After all, when I had first knew him, he saved me from four guys who were planning to gang-rape me in Port Angeles. Why didn't he stop his friends like he stopped them? I hated him for not doing anything.
Over the next four days, it continued. If I thought that my first six days here were bad, it was nothing compared to the ones that followed. Edward still raped me once or twice a day every day, and he still allowed his friends to do so as well. But now it was worse; they wanted me to perform sexual acts with them. And no matter how much I despised it, I had to do it or else pain would be involved. Edward had used the strap on me once for refusing to ride Jerry like a cowgirl, but he did not beat me with it as long or as roughly as he had the last time.
Also, it looked as if Edward craved more from me too. On the night of the 20th, when he was forcing himself on me yet again, he ordered me to moan for him.
"Moan for me, Isabella," he repeated softly, pinning my wrists to the mattress.
"I don't feel anything," I grumbled. I was in a very irritable mood having to deal with this.
Edward moved faster. "How about now?" he questioned.
"No," I replied sullenly.
"Be serious, love. I know that you must."
"Well, I don't."
He sighed. "Come on, Bella. Just tell me in some way that it feels good to you," he pleaded wearily.
Groaning, I muttered, "Fine, I'll fake it then. Are you happy now? Proud?"
Edward sighed once more. "No, Bella. I don't want you to fake it. I want you to seriously mean it."
Which means that I'll have to fake it, I thought. "Fine," I snarled. If I kept stalling, it would only make him angry. He was already losing his patience. I began to moan and tried to sound as convincing as possible.
It was good enough for him; he smiled brightly. "Yeah, you like it, don't you? Would you like more?" he panted.
"Yes, Edward," I lied in a dull voice.
"All right, then. Hold on to me," he commanded, letting go of my hands.
I hesitated, so he took them and placed the on his shoulders. "Do you love me?"
I did not answer.
"Say that you love me, Isabella."
No response.
Edward sighed again. "At least tell me that what you feel for me is forever," he implored.
Well, my hatred for him would last forever. I suppose that that counted. "It's forever," I mumbled.
He groaned. "Fuck, Bella. Say that again," he breathed, slamming into me over and over.
"It's forever," I repeated.
"Louder." He kissed me on the lips before I could stop him.
"It's forever!"
"LOUDER!"
"IT'S FOREVER!"
"OHHHHHH YES, BABY! SAY IT ONE MORE TIME!"
"IT'S FOREVER!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs.
Abruptly, Edward reached his orgasm. "UHHHNNNGH!" he growled.
He rode himself out before climbing off of me.
I turned away from him. I loathed myself for obeying him, but I was scared of what he might do.
Everything that I was forced to endure sent me into another depression. This one was much worse-it was almost like the near-catatonic depression I had suffered the previous year, when Edward and his family had left Forks. This time, fury added to my depression, along with the aching desire to get one of them back. Just one of them would do. As the saying goes, if you touch one, you touch all. I hated every single of them.
When I did not feel numb, I was upset or afraid. I cried most of the time now. I was hardly able to eat. Like on the first day I came here, I did not taste anything...not anymore. I was always tense from constant fear. Whenever someone touched me, I jumped. I was easy to startle.
My skin had turned paler than it had last time. My eyes looked even more dead and there were dark shadows under them. My voice was emptier. I couldn't stand to glimpse at myself in the mirror any longer. The only thing I saw was a ghost of my former self. I hated the way I appeared in it, and I hated me. I looked so ugly, so bruised. So weak, so disgusting. And that was how I felt. I did not understand why they wanted me. One morning, in a fit of rage, I threw something at my mirror and broke it. Then I turned around and broke Edward's. I never wanted to see myself again. After that, I collapsed onto the floor in a heap and wept stormily.
Edward heard the glass breaking, and when he found me, he thought that I had gotten hurt. But there was not a scratch on me. Thankfully, he did not ask what happened. He just laid me on the bed and cleaned the room.
Despite all of this, I tried make things better for myself. First, I had established a few rules.
1.) Just do whatever Edward or his friends tell me to do.
2.) DO NOT ARGUE OR YELL BACK. I will not win, even if I am right.
3.) DO NOT FIGHT BACK. Once more, I will not win. I will only be overpowered and lose the battle.
4.) DO NOT wander the hall, whatever you do. The consequences of breaking any of these rules will be pain and grief more often than not.
The fourth rule was created after I had been caught several times lurking in it again. If Edward's friends saw me, they would push me face-forward onto the wall and molest me. My hands were pinned to it, so there was nothing I could do to stop them. I could only sob quietly as they pressed into me from behind and rubbed my breasts, ass, thighs, and in between my legs.
Because of this, my dreams were full of their hands, including Edward's. They were disembodied and crept over the bed and my skin. They reached out, snatched me, and groped every inch of my body. Sometimes they would hold me down, and their penises would appear. I knew (without trying or have to guess) which was which. They would enter me, hurt me as they thrusted in and out of me, or shoved themselves in my mouth. Then I would see their smirks, and that was when I would wake up screaming.
I could barely look at Edward or his pals anymore. Every time I glanced at them, all I could see was their privates, hands, and bright, lust-filled eyes. It seemed as if they were always directed at me, whispering, "Psst! Come here. I want you." It made me feel sick, and I threw up several times. When Edward asked me about it, I would just tell him that I had an upset stomach.
If Edward's friends wanted me when I was not around, they searched for me. I would hide from them, and I was grateful that Edward never told them where I was. In fact, he told them not to bother me.
On the 21st, I had also came up with a plan of what to do if Edward raped me or pimped me out to one of his buddies. It simply was to pretend that I wasn't there or distract myself. And it worked. It did not matter if they were on top of me or not. I would just look over their shoulder and stare at the ceiling or the wall. A TV screen would pop up (I know, I was honestly becoming weird in the head) and flip to certain shows or movies. Or, I found myself in another place where I was alone. If I was told to do something, I would snap back to reality for a minute to obey them. But after that, I was lost in my own world. I reveled in my escapes.
Victor noticed that I did not seem to pay attention to them and voiced his concerns to Edward. "I'm starting to believe that she's not all there," he concluded.
"Perhaps she is just lost in the pleasure," Edward grinned.
You wish, you bastard, I said to myself.
September 25th
I felt nauseous as soon as I woke up. I ran to the bathroom, and luckily I made it to the toilet before I hurled up the contents of my stomach. Edward pulled my hair out of the way and stroked my back.
"You still have upset stomach?" he inquired sympathetically.
Nodding weakly, I got up and brushed my teeth.
He pursed his lips. "Do you want some Pepto Bismol? Or would you like Brad to see if something is wrong?" he asked.
"Uh-uh. I feel fine now. Very hungry, actually," I responded. Then I blinked in amazement. I haven't been hungry in days!
Edward exhaled deeply. "All right, but this has been happening for two days now. Upset stomach normally doesn't last for more than two."
"I'm fine," I insisted, walking into our room. "Is it time for breakfast yet? I'm so hungry!"
He peered at me in surprise, then at the clock. "No, but it will be in less than a half hour."
I inclined my head. "Okay. I'll just wash up then."
After showering quickly, I headed for the kitchen in a rush.
Edward laughed as I bolted in. "Slow down, baby. We are going to feed you," he chortled.
I ignored him and sat down at the table.
Minutes later, we were given our food. I didn't realize that I had put ketchup on my eggs-which I never did-until Edward brought it up.
"I thought that you detested eggs with ketchup," he remarked.
I shrugged. "It tastes good now," I commented.
He rose his eyebrows. "If you say so," he murmured, his eyes widening.
My plate was cleared ten minutes later. Edward and his friends were alarmed.
"Bella, are you sure that you are feeling okay?" Edward demanded skeptically.
"Of course I am," I stated truthfully.
"Do you feel sick? You ate your food rather quickly."
"No."
Squinting at me, he grabbed my chin and looked me over. Then he made me face Brad. "Does Bella look ill to you?"
Brad shook his head. "No, but she looks as if she hasn't gotten enough sleep lately," he observed.
Turning back to me, Edward queried, "Are you tired?"
"No, but...I feel hungry again. Is there more food?"
"...Yes. Do you want another helping of eggs and bacon? I'll get it for you."
"Please?"
When I was done with my next serving, I asked for another. By the time I was finished with that one, it felt as if my stomach would explode. I was so full. Everybody was really staring at me by this time.
Edward narrowed his eyes at me again as he put my dishes in the dishwasher. "If you feel sick later, tell me. But I will let you know right now that if you do, it is your fault."
I harrumphed. "Whatever."
For the most part, I stayed in our room all day. Edward checked on me from time to time, which annoyed me. I kept telling him that I was not sick. I was being honest, but he didn't believe me. After he had done this for five times, I snapped.
"Can you leave me alone? I feel great! Well, I did until you started bothering me!" I yelled at him.
"I was just being certain that you are all right. You have no need to lose your temper!" Edward shot back.
"Oh! But when you lose yours, everything is okay! I'm supposed to just let it go!" I retorted in a mean voice.
His jaw dropped. "What is wrong with you, Bella? You have been out of sorts lately." He did not look angry, just worried and concerned.
I roared in frustration, and he jumped. "Nothing!" I bellowed.
"Yes, there is. Please tell me."
"NO! I'M OKAY!"
"But you are screaming at me..."
"That's because you are irritating me! Just leave me alone and go away or something!"
He actually turned to leave. "All right, then. You can just stay here."
"FINE!" I shouted.
"Fine!" he growled back.
And he slammed the door.
When he was gone, I shook my head to calm myself. Why had I gotten so upset?
Throughout the day, I had periods where I was desperately hungry. It felt as if a wolf was in my stomach. I ate so much that it was ridiculous. I even woke up in the middle of the night and devoured all of the leftover chicken. Edward was both appalled and astounded. He also seemed to find everything hilarious.
The nausea did not return until the following morning. It looked as if I had thrown up all of the food I had eaten. But afterwards, that rabid hunger returned.
I took naps more often, and the dreams that I had were different. They were full of crying, but it wasn't me crying. Oddly enough, it sounded as if...as if it were a baby crying.
My moods fluctuated wildly, and I couldn't control them. I snapped at Edward at least three or four times a day, but he didn't hit me. Instead, he would just gaze at me in bewilderment. His friends were also on the receiving end of my wrath, and Edward had to prevent them from slapping me.
All of this went on for a week. The hunger, moodiness and fatigue. Edward, who was more firmly convinced that something was wrong by this time, put foot down.
"That's it, Bella! I am going to have Brad give you another check-up!" he declared.
I argued with him, saying that I didn't need one. However, he did not let up and carried me to Brad's room while I kicked and screamed.
"Do you want me to administer the strap? You are acting like a child!" he hollered.
Not wanting him to do that, I grew limp.
Brad looked up as we entered his room. "Hello, Mr. Cullen. What can I do for you?" he questioned.
Edward placed me in a chair. "Bella won't admit that something is wrong with her. She has been throwing up in the morning every day of this week, and she is moody and tired all of the time. Something is out of place here, because this has never happened before," he replied.
Brad scowled, and there was a knowing glint in his eye as he peered at me. "Bella? Is that true?" he inquired.
"Yeah," I huffed.
He gazed at me some more. "When were you supposed to have your...your period?"
My eyes widened as I thought this particular question over. "On the twenty-second or the...the twenty-third. I'm late! I'm almost two weeks late!"
Suddenly, Brad threw on his jacket. It was cooler now that it was the beginning of October. "Mr. Cullen, I need to borrow the rope. I need to go to the store. I won't be long."
Edward gave it to him, and we remained his room until he came back a half an hour later. He handed a bag to me.
There were eight pregnancy tests inside.
"Just use them, and whether or not they come back positive, we will have to go to the clinic in town," he admonished.
Trembling, I went to the bathroom and Edward came with me. I followed the instructions that was on the pregnancy test's box. Once I had used all of them, there was nothing that we could do but wait. When the specified time had passed, I went to check the results.
Edward, who had already saw them, became stiff with shock. He looked as if he had been struck speechless.
I hastily grabbed all of the pregnancy tests.
All of them had double bars.
I wasn't the only who was shocked and speechless.
Oh, my God...Oh, my God...
I was...I was pregnant.
(A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! The more, the better. Let me know what you think! Oh, the craziness! When will it all end?!)