Chapter 10
BPOV
I ended up getting 3 days suspension, but so did Lauren. I ended up breaking her nose, 2 ribs, and I gave her a black eye. I came out unharmed.
The principal called Charlie, who said he would talk to me when I got home. I was going over to Edward's to pick up Sophie, then Edward was taking me home.
"What am I suppose to do without you at school for 3 days?" Edward asked, once we were in the Volvo.
"Whatever you were doing before I got here," I said.
"It was boring before you got here. I'll just play sick. I'm not going to stay away from you all day," he said. I smiled at him.
"You don't have to do that," I said.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to," he said, grabbing my hand from my lap.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem. Besides, who knew my kitten had claws?" he chuckled.
"Well, she was talking about Sophie. That was just unacceptable. I wasn't going to tolerate it. My mother instincts kicked in and I lunged," I said.
"You're right. And your mother instincts kicking in made you……sexy," he said, trying to find the right word. I blushed a deep red. "But who knew you could be a violent person. You never were violent, if I can remember," he said, smirking. I didn't smile back. I just sighed.
"Things change. People change and are not who they say they are. A lot of things can happen in a year," I said, looking out my window. Edward squeezed my hand.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, you for instance, and me," I said.
"How have you changed?" he asked.
"When I was pregnant with Sophie, everyone turned their backs on me. People who I thought were my friends and would understand what I was going through would be there for me," I said, letting the tears fall. I took a deep breath. "But I was wrong . Like I said, people change. They called me things behind my back, sometimes to my face. They just made everything worse by saying you committed suicide after I told you I was pregnant because you didn't want to take on the responsibility. I went into a deep drepression and it was very hard for me to get back to myself. It was horrible. People called me a slut, or a whore. One day, I even thought about what it would be like if I could just get away from all this pain, to end it right there. But then I thought about the tiny baby in my stomach, depending on me, trusting me with their life. I asked myself how would my baby feel if I killed us both. I ignored all the people who talked to me, I ignored everyone, even Renee and Phil and Elizabeth and Edward Sr. They were worried about me, I know, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone. So that's when I made a decision. I decided to toughen up for my baby, for the tiny life inside of me. I knew she was going to have a tough life from the moment she would come into the world. Her father was dead, or so I thought at that time, her mother was a teenager with no experience, barely past her childhood stage herself. There are cruel people in this world and I knew that she would always look up to me for support, so I had to be strong for her. I still have the feeling that I have to protect her from the evil things in this world. I don't want her to have to go through anything I had to go through," I finished, the tears coming down freely now.
We had pulled up infront of Edward's house before I started my speech, if you call it that. Edward was staring at me.
"Oh, Bella," he said, pulling me towards him. I buried my face into his chest and started to sob. Really sob, for the first time in forever. He laid his chin on top of my head.
"You don't have to be strong for me, Bella. I'm so sorry. I should have come back. At least to check on you, to see how you were doing. But no matter how much I wish I could, I can't take anything back. And I'm so sorry. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I will forever. So don't be tough for me, Bella. Just let it all out. You've been holding onto this feeling forever, so just let it out. I'll always be here, to make you smile, to keep you happy, to protect you, to be your shoulder to cry on, and to love you. I promise," he said.
"I love you, too," I said into his chest.
He leaned down and very gently kissed me. He pulled away after a minute.
"Now, let's go get our angel," he said, after a while of silence, wiping away my remaining tears.
I smiled up at him. He got out and got my door. He helped me out and wrapped an arm around my waist. We walked up to the porch and inside the house. Esme was holding Sophie in her lap on the couch. She was making faces at her and Sophie was giggling wildly. Esme looked up when we entered and smiled.
Sophie followed Esme's gaze and squealed happily. She reached towards up and started making tiny fists. I smiled at her and walked over to her. I scooped her up in my arms and held her in the air. I pulled her tiny stomach to my face and blew on it. She squealed in laughter. I always greeted her this way whenever I was gone for school or something.
"Hey, baby," I said, holding her on my hip. She talked in her gibberish like this morning and began playing with my hair.
Esme stood up and Edward walked over to us. He kissed Sophie's cheek.
"So, what's this I hear about a fight at school today?" Esme asked, smirking at me. I blushed.
"Bella has a violent side I never knew she had," Edward said, chuckling with Esme.
"It's not my fault. She was talking about Sophie and I was not going to tolerate it. She was asking for it," I said, defending myself.
"I understand," Esme said. She had a look in her eye like she was remembering something. Edward just smiled sadly at her.
"So was Sophie good today?" I asked.
"She was perfect. Never cried once," Esme said.
"She gets that happy personality from her daddy," I said, smiling at Edward, who smiled at Sophie.
"I can tell," Emse said.
"Thank you, Esme, for watching her," I said.
"You're very welcome, Bella. I'll gladly do it again anytime," she said.
"I couldn't do that to you. I wouldn't want to burden you," I said.
"Nonsense. I love children," she said. I smiled.
"Okay, but I'll have her for the next 3 days. Part of teaching someone a lesson while we're at school," I said. Esme and Edward chuckled.
"We should get going. Charlie still has to talk to Bella," Edward said.
I groaned. We told Esme bye and loaded Sophie in the Volvo. We then drove off to Charlie's house. We pulled up and Edward shut the car off. He then stiffened.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Werewolves," he snarled.