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BPoV
I drove slowly towards my one bedroom apartment. I parked carefully and headed up the stairs. When I tried to unlock the door, I realized my hand was shaking so much that I couldn't fit the key in the lock. Calm down, I told myself. I steadied my hand, and let myself into the apartment. I froze as I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. I need to relax, I thought as I realized it was just Snickers coming to say hello.
I scratched the top of his soft brown-and-white head as I went to get some food to fill his dish. I fed him, and made a mental note to pick up some more dog food. I let Snickers jump onto my lap as I sat down heavily in one of the kitchen chairs. I rubbed circles on his belly absentmindedly. I need a drink.
I placed Snickers on the floor, and proceeded to search for the ingredients of a margarita. Damn. I didn't have ice. Oh well. Cranberry juice would work just as well. I poured myself a glass full. The cool liquid slid down my throat, instantly calming me. Oops. About half of the juice spilled onto my shirt and jeans. Great. Now it looked like I peed. As if my day wasn't suckish enough. Memories I have been trying to repress for about a decade suddenly spring up, I fainted in the teachers' room, and I'm probably not going to get any sleep tonight, thanks to Alice refusing to accept the story I told her just an hour earlier.
I walked slowly towards my bedroom. I turned on the light, and glared at the mess. I really needed to clean up in here. Maybe I should do it now, just to keep my mind off of Edward. I sank to the floor as the pain came back.
Instead of fighting it, I allowed the memories show themselves. I thought of the hundreds of times that Edward had said he loved me, and the one time that he said he hadn't. It just took one time to negate all the others. I couldn't really blame him for not loving me. I mean, he was a vampire. I was human. Although he could've changed that…
But he hadn't wanted to. He didn't want to spend eternity with boring, clumsy, stupid little me. Why would he? He was interesting, and smart, and gorgeous! Tears welled up in my eyes, and spilled over onto my cheeks. Snickers laid his head down on my knee, which was comforting. At least someone needed, no, wanted, me.
I couldn't blame him for not loving me, but I could blame him for not letting me say goodbye to the rest of the Cullens. They were like my second family, and he had just taken them all away, just as abruptly as he took away my ability to love. Sure, I had loved Charlie, and I still loved Renee. But, never could I ever love anyone the way that I had loved Edward, with my whole being.
My hurt and sadness was replaced by anger. He had just left me, running away, like I was nothing. Well, maybe I wasn't immortal, and maybe I had to eat every day, but that didn't mean that I could just be brushed aside like a…like a… something not important. I was important!
I sat there on the floor for a while, wallowing in thoughts of self-pity and anger. Then, after about half an hour, I decided that I should get up and attempt to get out the juice stain. I quickly changed into a pink tee shirt, with the school sweatshirt over it, and another pair of jeans. I gathered up some more clothes that needed to be washed. While the washing machine was going, my stomach growled. Dinnertime.
I walked quickly into the kitchen and examined my options. Some of last night's pizza, or I could make spaghetti. Spaghetti it was.
When I was done eating dinner, I finished the laundry, and checked my watch. Only 7:00. I turned on the television and started watching the news. Next thing I know, I'm waking up, and it was 11:15. Shoot! I grabbed the keys and ran down to my car.
I drove a little haphazardly into the school parking lot, and my pulse was racing. I glanced at my watch. 11:25. I had 5 minutes to collect my thoughts. Or not.
Alice tapped on the passenger side window. I unlocked the car and she quickly climbed into the car, bringing a gust of cold air with her. I looked at her uncertainly, unsure of what she wanted to know. "Hello," She said brusquely. "Hi," I replied, confused by her sharp tone. "Bella, show me your wrists." WHAT?! How could she have known about that? Oh, right. Stupid vampire abilities!
I stuck out my hand about 3 inches away from my body and said, innocently I hoped, "Yeah?" Alice narrowed her eyes at me before grabbing my right hand and pulling it toward her. She rolled up the sleeve and gasped. I winced as she ran her cool fingers over my scars. I had been using cream, and they were faded, but not enough that I could wear short-sleeved shirts. "Bella," Alice said softly, so soft that I had to strain to listen. "We are going to have a long talk about this, but not here. Why don't you just drive back to your place, and I'll follow in my car. I don't want you getting too tired, and I have a feeling that we are going to be talking for a long time." She raised her eyebrows at me, and I knew there was no way to get around this. So I just nodded, and pulled my arm back. She released me, and climbed gracefully out of the car.
I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I could see Alice was impatient with me for driving slowly, but who cares? When I reached the parking lot of my building, I pulled into a spot near the door. I took off my seatbelt, and turned to open the door, but Alice was already there. She grabbed my arm as soon as I was out of the car and pulled me into the building. "Oh, before I forget, I have this fabulous dress that would fit you perfectly! Remind me to show it to you!" Alice said excitedly as we walked up the stairs. I rolled my eyes. She hadn't changed one bit.
I unlocked my door, and was greeted by a very enthusiastic Snickers. Beside me, Alice froze; making me, belatedly, remember her diet. "Oops," I whispered, ashamed for not having remembered that Alice might not be able to handle Snickers. "No, it's ok." Alice reassured me. I hurried to lock Snickers in the bathroom, whispering him an apology as I closed the door. I returned to the living room, to find that Alice had made herself comfortable on one of my plushy chairs. She seemed to be expecting to stay for a while. Oh dear.
Author's Note: Hey Guys! I hope this chapter is long enough to sooth your ruffled feathers over me not being able to update sooner. Tell me what you think!
