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"The injuries we do and those we suffer are seldom weighed in the same scales."
Aesop
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*C POV*
She looked defiantly into my eyes, seeming to battle with her common sense and her teenage rebellion. Finally she relented and allowed me to gently pull her inside,
"Fine," she spoke hoarsely. Obviously I had hurt her with what I'd said. She took a seat on the couch and fidgetted, pulling at a loose thread on the hem of her black skirt. I still couldn't get over her. Black skirts and boots, long black jackets, smoking, cutting. I wouldn't even be surprised if there were pills or the like in the mixture. She was well and truly doing my head in.
We stayed quiet for a while, me leaning against the front door and her sitting on the couch, until the silence that had at one point been comfortable earlier in the night, became wholly uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry," I spoke finally, "My reaction was definitely not what it should have been. I don't hate you. I guess Im just disappointed in you. You used to be so vibrant, so vivacious. Now, you're not even a shell of that. You're a dark, quiet smoker for God's sake. A smoker. I just had high hopes for you I suppose." I sighed. This was definitely not what I expected to find when I decided to come back.
"Well Im sorry I guess, I just dont know how to respond to that Carlisle," She said bittetly, sounding anything but sorry. "This is who I am, who I've become. I cant exactly say Im happy with the package but this is what it is. You can take it or leave it but this is it so if you have a problem, you can take it up with your massochistic hearbreaker of a son," She stood up and walked to the front door, attempting to stare me down she said in her most menacing voice,
"Move."
"Bella, I've already said I'm not letting you leave," I extended my arm across the width of the doorframe, using it to act as a barricade,
"For fuck's sake Carlisle, I'm having a smoke. I dont want to smoke in the house. Come with me if you'd like but I need a fucking smoke." She spoke through clenched teeth and with flushed cheeks, finally managed to get me to move my arm. Ripping the door open, she stormed out and sat down on the front stairs. Swallowing my venomous remarks I longed to retort with, I followed, Gently closing the door behind us.
I sat next to her and watched, in disgusted fascination as she lit her cigarette with shaking hands. She took a deep drag and closed her eyes in apparrent satisfaction, without even opening her eyes she spoke,
"I know what you're thinking but don't say it. It helps so just leave it will you?" Apparrently calmer now she spoke in a slightly stressed but overall light tone.
"Alright," I said, knowing that if I just kept pushing she'd lose it again and most probably would leave, "So back to normal conversation, since we know all about mine, How's your family?" I asked, trying to get our conversation back on track.
"Yeah, they're pretty good. Charlie's been looking for an apprentice of sorts really coz he's looking to take less of an active role in the whole crime fighting scene and he just got a new guy here, Luke something-or-other who transferred from New York with his wife and they're trying for a baby and want something of a quiet life. He seems promising so if all goes well by the end of next year Charlie should be nothing more than a behind the scenes man. And Rene and Phil have actually just found out that she's pregnant so it's all baby baby baby all the time with those two. So all's going pretty well with them," She said, ending her explanation with a faint ghost of a smile.
"Wow, A Baby. How are you coping with that?" I asked, curious. She'd always been an only child, things could be a bit emotional for older siblings, no matter how old they were.
"Well, Im really happy for them. I'm a bit worried about Rene's health because she's almost 38 but the doctor says she's fine so far. She's almost 5 months along and didn't realize until a month ago! My hairbrained mother," She laughed slightly, "The doctor said that she might have to be on bed-rest in the later months but so far everythings fine"
"Thats great. I'm glad all's going well with them. How does Charlie feel about the baby?" A valid question to be sure, It was true he had never truly gotten over his first love, Rene, and a baby really did mean that Charlie would never get her back.
"Oh he was devastated at first," taking one final drag, she flicked her cigarette on the ground and crushed it under her shoe, "He wouldn't get out of bed for 3 days, wouldn't speak to her on the phone when she called but eventually he got over it. He's sort of moved on from her since he heard the news. He even went on a date the week before last."
"Sounds like things are going well for everyone," I said looking over at her from my seat on the stairs next to her.
"Yeah, things are just dandy," She said sighing, "Come on, Lets go in."
And with that she stood up and brushed off her backside, not even sparing me a backwards glance as she moved to go inside.
"Bella," I called to her, stopping her dead. Looking over my shoulder, I stared at her,
"Yes?" She replied softly, her head bowed, she still would not turn around,
"It will get better. I promise you right here right now, I will make it better" I swore to myself, as much as her.
"Well, last time I believed a promise made by a Cullen I was left heartbroken and alone in the woods so please excuse me if I dont believe you."
And with that painful but honest remark, she lifted her head and continued on her way inside.
For the first time in over 300 years, I felt cold, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the weather.
*A/N 1/2/11- I know. I SO suck sooo bad. I feel awful. I've been dealing with a heap of crap for a while but I felt shocking that I hadn't updated in so long so I forced myself to write. There are probably a gazillion spelling mistakes in here and It probably blows more than Samantha Jones from Sex and the City does but this is what I came up with so please accept my meagre offerings. I want to get this up ASAP so I really dont have time to check for spelling and punctuation mistakes so I'll apologize now for my undoubtably shocking mistakes. I should just tell you now that it's 4.35 am on a Monday morning and I havent written anything since my last update other than "We need milk, Bread and Vegemite" messages on the fridge so please forgive the stupidity. Anyway, Im off coz when I stay up all night I get hungry so I think I'll make some Vegemite toast. So yeah, thanks for reading so very much and I would absolutely LOVE a review. I would sooo love one so show me some love?
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