Okay, I know that it is a very quick update but I just couldn't wait to write it. Now we know that Edward is pretty miserable at home but this is where the real drama starts.
Chapter 7
EPOV
I walked all around Forks several times and continued to walk until my legs were aching and I was forced to sit down and rest. I sat for a long while too until I was so bored that words could not describe my boredom. Why was I walking and sitting around to the point of suffering? I simply did not want to go back home. I didn't want to go back home to the worthless life that was mine. Realizing that I had no choice but to concede defeat, I got up and slowly made my way back home, striving to take as long as possible.
I reached my house and paused routinely at the front door, however, what was not routine was hearing a loud thud and bang as though something were being thrown carelessly about within the house. I stood frozen at the door whilst my heart accelerated during that frozen pause, then acting so fast that I can only call it an adrenaline rush, I ripped open the front door with such force that it rebounded off the inside wall on the left and slammed shut behind me as I sprinted frantically inside. I did not need to run for long as I skidded to a halt when I reached the living room where my eyes met a sight that I had never ever wanted to see in all my life.
My father stood, towering over my mother who was cowering in a corner, small, whimpers of fear and pain escaped her as she hid her face from my father's demented and ferocious face. My father wore an extremely ugly, deluded, savage expression on his face, his dark brown, depthless eyes glinted an intimidating, fierce, animal like gleam. I could tell from the way that he was swaying on his feet as he stood that he was as drunk as could be, a couple more pints and he'd be unconscious. However, that only made him more dangerous, for it was a common feature of him that the more drunk he was, the more violent he got.
He regarded my whimpering mother like a predator would just before making the final killing blow before he abruptly roared "What do you mean I can't gamble the money?"
My mother only let out a feeble whimper in response and this enraged me at the highest level known to humanity which was significant because I was usually a relatively calm person, maybe not at Jasper's level, but as close as you could get without bragging.
"Step away from her right now" I growled quietly but loud enough for him to hear.
He whirled around in an animal-like manoeuvre, what was I talking about? He was an animal; therefore all his movements would be that of an animal and by that, I do not mean the cute, fluffy kind but the dangerous, savage type.
"There you are, mate" he yelled drunkenly at me.
I growled from the back of my throat. I was not his mate. I considered him worse than any enemy i could possibly ever have.
"Now, let's not have any funny business. Hand over some money; I got a good chance of winning a fortune tonight" he commanded me, staggering around on his feet.
"The only thing you have a chance of winning is another debt which would only mean more loss for us, you mongrel" I snarled at him.
"Now, now, I swear to you that I'm not going to cause any trouble" he attempted to reason, his words coming out slurred together making it difficult to understand.
"Swear all you want, we both know that trouble is all you're ever good for" I snapped at him.
"Just give me some money!" he bellowed.
"Go drown yourself in your beer" I snarled at him menacingly.
He let out a savage roar before lunging for my mother who he planned on releasing his anger on. However, I sprinted towards him and grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him with all the force I had into the far wall. He collided with the wall with a loud thud but like a predator he staggered back up lunging again ready to strike back, I darted out of the way, my senses sharp, unlike his intoxicated ones. Therefore, I was faster than him and once again he collided with the wall.
It was at this point that a plan formed in my head, if I could trick him into smashing into the wall enough times for him to fall unconscious, I could then take my mother and get her out of the house. I would take her to Esme's, she was a helpful, loving lady who would be willing to take my mother in without any explanations if I requested her with enough sincerity. The plan for now seemed perfect until my father in his drunken state picked up one of the many empty alcohol bottles that lay in an untidy heap on the small coffee table and hurled it in my direction.
I suppose it was my father's rubbish aim that saved my life for if I hadn't ducked just then, I would've been as good as dead. The glass bottle sailed over my head and fell onto the floor, breaking into many different proportioned fragments of glass. I looked up to see my father charging towards me with a glass bottle that would definitely strike a blow that would kill me. I did the only thing I could think of, I grabbed the bottled end of a sharp glass piece and held it up in front of me like a weapon.
My father saw it too late and his slow intoxicated reflexes caused him to run straight into the jagged piece of glass. Blood spurted out from his chest and seeped through his clothes, I let go of the glass weapon and it stayed stuck in his chest, protruding out of his shirt, pointing at me as if it were condemning me to this crime. My eyes met his aghast ones and his eyes widened and I knew we were both thinking the same thing: "He's going to die, there's no hope for him and he's going to die". He let out one shuddering gasp and dropped to the floor, still, white, motionless, and dead.
I stared at my dead father, my whole body trembling in shock and revulsion at what I had just done. My legs collapsed from under me and I dropped to the floor, still staring at my father. My mother's harsh cry brought me out of my shocked reverie.
"NO! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" she screeched at me, crawling to where my father lay on the floor, dead.
She began to sob and each sob tore at my heart.
"Mom" I whispered hoarsely, fear possessing every fibre of my body.
I wanted to be held in someone's arms so badly, I wanted to be comforted by my mother, who was right now crying by my father's corpse.
"Mom" I whispered again, wishing she would come and hold me the way she was with my father's dead body.
"GO AWAY, YOU EVIL, EVIL MAN! YOU KILLED HIM! I LOVED HIM AND YOU KILLED HIM, YOU MUDERER!" My beloved mother shrieked at me, swatting me away as though I was some unwanted fly and that was when I felt my heart tear and break in two.
She turned back to the dead body in her arms and began pleading with it to awake.
I trembled with the hurt of my sick mother's rejection, the revulsion of the crime I had committed, the shock of what had just transpired, and fear of what was to happen now. I sat trembling for a few moments as I watched my mother cry heart wrenched sobs. Then, when I could take it no longer, I grabbed my jacket and ran out the house, not caring where I went, as I ran, I permitted the tears to escape my eyes. Images of my mother cowering in fear, my father's dead corpse and my mother's hate filled face as she shrieked at me the disturbing label of a murderer occupying every inch of space of my mind.
I ran in the streets of Forks, my tears blurring my vision. Soon, my knees collapsed beneath me and I sank to the concrete of the street. I let my grief consume me and the tears overflowed like a river. I cried and cried; losing track of the hours, just immersing myself in the memories of the past evening, I heard a lone wolf from the woods let out a cry to the silver, luminescent moon and that was when I felt the presence of a person near me.
BPOV
I suddenly felt like a walk. I suppose it was hanging out with Edward so much lately that made me enjoy walks but whatever the reason, I suddenly had a desperate yearning to walk outside in the silver glow of the beautiful moon that shone down on the small town of Forks. I walked out the door, yelling to Charlie where I was going. I walked out and continued down the street
I came to a halt when I saw a figure crouched down on the street shaking with what I knew were sobs. Then the moonlight shone on their bronze, dishevelled hair and that's when I ran without thinking towards the crying person.
"Edward, oh my god! Edward! What's wrong?" I cried frantically, panic-stricken.
Edward didn't seem to notice me at first; he seemed too consumed in his grief but then he started and tried to stand up but he seemed too weak to try that and so just ended up slumping towards me.
"Bella?" he croaked hoarsely.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked again, feeling terrified upon seeing Edward in this state.
"Bella…I've done a…terrible thing" Edward choked out in between sobs in a morose voice that was filled with regret.
"I'm an evil person, Bella" Edward sobbed.
"No, you're not, Edward, you might have done something terrible but that doesn't make you a terrible person because anyone can see you regret whatever it is you done" I told Edward ferociously putting my arms around him, trying to comfort him in any way.
Edward laid his head on my chest above my heart and I kept my arms around him, rubbing soothing circles into his back. His sobs had quietened to silence but I kept my arms around him as he made no manoeuvre to end this consoling embrace. I knew that Edward had obviously committed some terrible deed but I still loved him because he looked so grief stricken by whatever he did and he was the same Edward whom I had and always will love and even if he didn't feel the same way as me, I would always stand by his side.
EPOV
I was no longer sobbing. Bella was a real comfort. But I still didn't know what I was to do.
