Hello Everyone! So here is chapter 10 WOOT! I loved it and changed very little to what Coral wrote! I added maybe like 10 words to the whole thing. ^.^ Coral, and myself would like to thank all of you for adding our story -She also has this story posted on her profile (Heal My Bleeding Heart)- we both love every review and story alert along with those of you adding this to your fav's list. Also if you add me to your Author alert and Fav list… You have to add Heal My Bleeding Heart as well. We BOTH are writing this story together! ^.^ It makes me and Coral happy to know that at least a few people like this story. Disclaimer: -We don't own twilight just the plot… =D love you all!- Bella: Kayla…. Me: Yes Bella? Bella: =-= Why the hell are you doing this to me? Me: What??? I didn't write this chapter… *points at Coral* She wrote it…. Bella: Yes but who's plot is this Me: =O So??? Do you have a problem with this Bella? Well. Do. You? Bella: =-= sort of… Coral: Really??? *towers over Bella.* What is it that you don't like? Me: Yeah! *also towers over Bella* Exactly what don't you like about my idea huh? Bella: Forget I even said anything… It's not like you're going to own twilight any day. Coral and Me: Of course not… If we did… ^.^ it would have been 89 billion times better =D
Bella's POV
All I could register was the scream that tore up my throat, and pervaded the air, I could see, not with tears stinging my eyes, overflowing and flowing down my face. I knew someone was shouting at me, but the words were incomprehensible.
Someone said something, but the only thing my mind could concentrate on were the memories, begging to be let free. I could see his face, smiling, smirking, laughing...crying out, in shame, in horror, in anger, in the heat of the moment, all rising above my shrieks.
I could feel the comforting arms that wrapped around me gently, loving. Paul, my mind told me, begging me to wake up, to snap out of it, but it hurt so much. I tried to pry open my heavy lids, and when I did I found them filmed with a thin sheen of tears.
I opened my lips –somehow they had become dry and cracked- but nothing came out. I fumbled for his jacket, but he wasn't wearing one, I groaned mentally, and pinched his arm. He didn't even flinch so I slapped him, using the full force of my strength.
He yelped, and the others turned to look at us, stopping their parade. "Bells?" Someone asked, not Paul, but an unfamiliar voice. "Ughh....I..." I couldn't get much more than that out, and my eyelids fluttered in protest, asking to be shut, to sleep.
I tried, I really did, but they all kept talking, it was so loud, like it was right in my ear...and they were taking about me, like I wasn't even there! But I couldn't work up the proper indignation in my state of drowsiness.
A blast of air rushed over my body, and it calmed me, my muscles relaxed, and the crick in my neck just disintegrated, and all of a sudden a yawn slipped from rounded lips, and I was nodding off, the last words I heard were "Let her be." It was an unfamiliar voice, the one from earlier, seeming to only have my best interests at heart, I swear, whoever he was...I could have kissed him...
Such silly thoughts disappeared as the darkness and the sweet bliss of nothingness took me away.
When I woke I was feeling appropriately rested, and ready to face a new day. A face kept popping up in my thoughts, beautiful, and pale, eyes filled with warmth and compassion. More than my own family had ever given me, sure Vi had shown some sorrow for me, and tried to help, but she was ignoring me as steadfastly as the others, which only made me feel worse, if I was being honest with myself.
Violet Long was supposed to be my mother, for all intents and purposes, she had always treated me like one of her own, until I'd told her what Phil had done to me, and then it was like she didn't know how to be around me, like I was a different person altogether. I wasn't, I was exactly the same, I was just broken.
I rolled onto my back, and opened my eyes, letting them rest on the cracks on the ceiling. They made impossible shapes, and gave my mind the freedom to wander.
I wished I was back in the all white house, with Rosalie, heck even Edward had been better to me.
I realised that I missed them, I wanted to be with them again, I wanted that comfort, that feeling of security. It was like my body knew that with the Cullen's –and more specifically the Hales- came the promise of being safe.
I could ignore the longing in my heart, I could forget about the painful memories, heck I could even push away the tears that spilled over and onto my cheeks. But I couldn't ignore that gnawing hurt that burned though out my entire being, that feeling of rejection from all I knew and loved.
I barely acknowledged the sound of a thrumming heart just to my right, it was inconsequential, but its presence was soothing, calming me like no other could, it was weird that my mind could register this, but I knew that I would never be more comfortable in another's presence than I was in this persons... The pain seemed to dull, for just a moment, but then my pain was going to overwhelm me, and I was fighting as hard as I could. But I just didn't have the energy to fight it anymore, hadn't I fought enough for one lifetime? Did I have to keep it up now, when I should be feeling safe and warm and at home?
I doubted it. I shook my head trying to dispel the thoughts, and to stop this crying jag before it got any worse.
There was a soft groan from the same direction as the heart beat. He sounded like he was in pain, and his voice- though not actually vocalising any words- sounded like the one who had told everyone to let me sleep last night.
I smiled, the thought of this unknown person brightening my day already. My body seemed to gravitate towards him, wanting to see his face. I couldn't comprehend why, I just knew I had to look at him.
I sat up, my head whirring at the movement, making me momentarily feel land-sick and my head snapped over to the source of the noise.
He had his head in his hands, and he was doubled over in pain, his hair –darker than a moonless night- flopped in his eyes, which were squeezed shut, his shoulders were hunched, and all I wanted to do was help him.
"Hello?" I asked, not really meaning for it to be a question. His head snapped up, eyes flung open, meeting my own.
I was sure, in that moment that my heart stopped, my breathing sure did.
His eyes were the deepest brown I had ever seen, they were bright, glaring with the light of a million suns into my own.
In those eyes I saw everything, I saw my past –it meant nothing- I saw now, with him, nothing else mattered but the fact that he was here with me, and my future, he had to be a part of it, he had to be in there somewhere, I didn't care how, he could be my non-existent long lost sister ex-husband twice removed for all I cared, as long he was a part of my world.
He was unquestionably the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, and my world was nothing without him, all ties, anything that held me to this place, gravity, Paul, Vi, even Rosalie -though I still needed her in my life-, meant nothing without him, all of those ties had been snipped, and they all reattached themselves, not to the centre around which the world span, but to him, they were cords, made of something unknown, something unbreakable.
I would still be me though, I wouldn't be me without me, but he was the biggest part of my life, and I wouldn't survive too well without him, he was my sun, I gravitated towards him. He made my darkest of days bright. Just the small smile on his face right now warmed my heart.
I realised I was staring, and I blushed, looking away from his eyes, though every pore in my body rebelled against the mere thought of it.
I coughed awkwardly...what was that? I wondered, stunned that I could feel so strongly about someone I'd only just laid eyes on him, how was it possible...?
Wait, I don't want to know, I am, after all a ...werewolf? Would that be the politically correct term for it? If not, what is?
"Bella?" that voice asked, I didn't want to look at him, afraid of not being able to look away this time. I couldn't control my reaction to him though, I would know that voice in a crowd of millions.
I peeked up at him through a curtain of my hair, a blush still staining my cheeks. He smiled at me, like he knew what I was going through. Was this a freaky wolf thing?
Would I have no choice but to love this man whose name I didn't even know?
How did he know my name? Who had told him? Where have I seen those eyes before?
I studied him carefully, taking in everything I could, he was doing the same, and when his eyes met mine again he smiled, lighting up the room. It was infectious.
My eyes widened, I would know that smile anywhere, but..."Seth?" I asked, my voice a whisper pervading the silence. I had to be sure, I know I'd had a teeny crush on him when I was younger, and before I'd learned the hard way what boys were capable of, but...this, this feeling I had for him now, it was something I didn't think I was capable of, something I assumed to be impossible.
I didn't even know him anymore! I protested to myself. It wasn't working, I couldn't bring myself to hate him, I knew that now, but I couldn't automatically trust him either, I barely knew him, and men were the last thing I wanted to think about right now.
Something in me said that he would, somehow understand this, he would be whatever I needed, like this something knew that whatever was going on with my heartstrings right now, had happened to him to. I would be whatever he wanted me to be, when I was ready, and he would be what I needed too.
My inner ramblings- reassurances and hopes- were interrupted by him...Seth reaching out to take my hand.
I flinched away, my mind automatically taking me back in a whirlwind of emotions to him, and how he would hurt me.
Even as my mind tried to tell me this was Seth, and he wouldn't –couldn't- hurt me the sweet escape came for me.
When I came back to reality, I was curled up in a ball, surrounded by my family, and
Seth, who stood far away from me, looking ashamed and hurt. I could feel the sobs bursting through my chest, but my eyes were to dry now, they couldn't release any more tears.
Violet was front and centre. Looking at me worriedly, a tint of anger in her usually kind eyes. I flinched away from her too, it was like Renee when she was angry, it was rare, but it hurt. Would Violet do that to me?
She looked startled, and the anger ebbed from her eyes, sympathy -pity- lacing all of her features. I didn't want her pity, I wanted her to help me learn to get better -in a way she was more of my mother than anyone else-. I wanted her to help me when things got hard; I wanted her to be the mother she'd always told me she was!
"I think it's time you told us the truth honey." How dare she? How dare she sit there and pretend like she understood, like she gave a damn now when there was witnesses to her kindness? How could she sit there and tell me to spill my secrets, ones I'd protected for nearly 15 years to a bunch of people who were strangers to me now, like it was nothing, like my pain didn't matter at all?
I thought I'd meant more to her than that.
Apparently not, as she sat there, waiting, eyes impatient, and curious, just like theirs.
I couldn't get out of this. I wouldn't be able to make it out the door, no matter how hard my mind tried to convince me otherwise...
Go on, run, out, let yourself go, let the wolf take over, get to Rosalie! She'll keep you safe, she won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, she understands!
It was so tempting, too tempting, I knew they would all stop me if I even attempted it.
And then my eyes met Seth's, and that look in his eyes, as if my pain were his own, as if he couldn't bear to see me this way, I couldn't have that, I didn't want him to hurt, I didn't want to be the source of his hurt, that was just wrong.
So, I supposed I was going to have to tell them.
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