Breaking Dawn
AN: Hello again, I hope you all had a great Christmas and a happy new year! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I went down to the beach for New Years. It was great fun. Well, here's another chapter, enjoy.
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Chapter 10
After my little night adventure, I collapsed into my bed, I had been exhausted before my walk, and it had seemed it was impossible to feel more tired. I was wrong.
I pulled the blanket over me and pressed myself in to the soft sheets immediately falling into a dreamless heavy sleep. Waking up was exremely difficult. I pried my sore eyes open, my vision blurry, my throat felt thick and I tried to swallow but it hurt.
My eyes were stinging and I lifted my fingers to wipe them and they came back wet. Had I been sleep crying? I shook my head, scolding myself, and slowly rolled out of bed, peeling myself off the warm sheets. I stood up, but had to sit back down again due to a head spin.
I got up more slowly, and then dawdled down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Charlie sat silently eating his breakfast. He didn't look up at me; he was pouring all his attention into the daily newspaper.
I dragged my feet laboriously, reaching carefully for the cereal and milk, trying hard not to spill anything. My eyes were sore and my throat clogged. I felt disgusting. I decided then and there that I was most definitely not a morning person.
Charlie finally looked up at me and smirked. I must have looked terrible to him; I could slightly see my reflection in his eyes. My hair was like a a haystack, bits sticking out everywhere. I caught my reflection on the shiny wooden table, bags hung under my eyes and my mouth looked dry and cracked.
I glared at Charlie as he smirked and sat with a thump on the chair and began to prepare my usual breakfast meal. Charlie looked up, about to say something but hesitated. Great, I must be in trouble.
"Bella."
"…..Yes."
"Where were you last night?"
I couldn't tell from the tone of his voice wether he was angry or not, all I heard was a flat tone which I did not recognise. I cringed; I knew Jacob had been too loud last night, I was going to be speaking to him about this later.
"Um… with Jacob," I said with caution, Charlie looked sceptical.
"I'm sorry Charlie but he came to my window! What was I supposed to do! I couldn't just shut him out, besides that impossible I'm not physically able to do that, but I felt sorry for him I had to go for a walk with him, I wasn't gone for that long!" I gushed.
My voice was croaky and unrecognisable. Charlie looked grave, but hearing my rushed explanation brought a slight smile to his lips.
"Bella, look what you've gone and done, you've gone and gotten yourself sick. Just tell me you weren't walking in the woods, or going on a midnight hike or some other stupid idea?"
"Char-Dad, even if we had gone into the woods do you really think anything could've harmed us? I think Jake's grown even more since you last saw him. But seriously we just went for a 10 minute walk down the road, nothing drastic."
Charlie nodded. I was surprised; I thought Charlie was going to lock me in house for the rest of eternity. Then, something dawned on me. Maybe Charlie was letting me go. Maybe, he had realised I was leaving, realised that I wasn't a little girl anymore, that I could make my own decisions. Charlie knew he could no longer keep me in the house. I was free.
Charlie stared at me for a long time and words that neither of us could say were passed through each other. I knew that Charlie loved me. I loved him too; the past year had been amazing, and not just for the obvious reasons. But Charlie had taken me in, not having seen me in a very long time, not with much past experience in looking after a teenager, but he had taken me in anyway. He had always been worrying about me and trying to do things for me, and I had never really shown any true gratitude for everything he had done. He trully cared for me.
Charlie, so used to living alone, all of a sudden had a 17-year-old girl living with him, someone he had to look after by himself.
And I was so grateful of him. I was glad that we both couldn't verbally express our emotions, because these things did not need to be said outloud, we would both just embarrass ourselves. It was so much better just to understand each other, and not have to say a word. I finally broke eye contact with him and stared down at my cereal blushing.
I heard Charlie chuckle.
"I'm going to miss you around here Bells."
I almost thought I had misheard him; it was not something that Charlie would usually say, I also noticed… it was almost like he was saying goodbye.
"I'm not leaving until I'm 100 percent better, I don't want to be sick, and how do you know I'm leaving?"
"I saw your acceptance letter, if you just leave it around I'm going to read it you know," he laughed, though he had a slight trace of pain in his voice, I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I refused to turn this into a soppy leaving conversation.
"Dad, I'm not leaving for the next week or two. I was going to tell you soon, I'm just… going to miss you heaps, and it's been hard," I said, and it was Charlie's turn to blush now.
"Alright I think that's enough of that sappy conversation. So what are you doing today?"
"Not sure yet."
And then there was silence, I smiled at him and began to eat, it was difficult trying to swallow. I coughed loudly and Charlie rose is eyebrow.
"Sounds like your getting sick, I'll get the old cough medicine. And I'm not sure if you should go out today."
I groaned. That was just what I needed, a week in bed when I had so much to plan.
"When's mum leaving?" I asked.
"I think she's leaving tomorrow, she's coming round today for lunch, to say goodbye and then we'll see her off at the airport tomorrow. Unless your not up for it…."
"No, I'm not going to see her for a while so I want to be there to say goodbye," I said sadly.
"Bella, its just college, its not like you're facing a death sentence."
I laughed slightly at what he said, ironic as it was. Though Charlie didn't understand, he had no idea that I would be leaving forever. He had no idea that I might never see him again, him or Renee.
There was a knock on the door, which broke me out of my thoughts. Charlie rose to let them in. It was Edward. He walked in with his usual grace and beauty and I felt completely insignificant, me sitting there in my pyjamas, sniffling and coughing, Edward, a stone beauty.
Edward smiled and bent down to kiss my forehead. He laughed when he stepped back.
"Your forehead is burning hot."
I looked over at Charlie, who was standing awkwardly in the corner of the room, his face going red, loitering as if he didn't know what to do.
"Hello Edward," he said.
"Good morning Charlie. How have you been the past couple of days?"
"Good… just been worrying about Bells, as usual. But who can blame me, Bella always manages to find some kind of way to put herself in danger"
"Don't I know it," Edward chuckled.
"You should probably stay away from her too, you might get sick," said Charlie, though I doubt Charlie gave a damn about Edward's health, he was more interested in keeping me and Edward apart, now that we were in the newly-wed stage of our relationship, which he must have assumed would mean we couldn't keep out hands off each other. Unfortunately this was not the case...
Edward must've heard what Charlie was really thinking because he chuckled, though only loud enough for me to hear, I smiled.
"Okay. That's enough talking about me." I interrupted the silence, walking out of the room, hoping Edward would follow, which he did. He walked close behind me though never touching. When we got into my room I closed the door behind him and flew my arms around him.
I searched for his lips and finally found them, cold and hard yet amazingly soothing. My breathing was uneven as gained entry into his mouth, weaving my hands into his hair. I was sick, but I didn't care, I needed this distraction. I tried to remove Edward's shirt but Edward pushed my hands back, continuing to kiss me.
I ignored his rejection, I was desperate for an escape, from all the drama of me leaving. I needed Edward to do this for me. I pulled harder on his shirt when finally Edward growled and pushed me back with staggering force. I tripped and fell to the floor, Edward towering over me.
I wasn't scared. I was terrified. My leg was pounding in pain and I had hit my head on my desk. I cowered on the ground, both of us in shock.
"Bella," Edward finally managed to choke. I couldn't reply, I didn't know what to say. I slowly picked myself up, I fell back down again, my head was spinning. I crawled onto my bed.
"Get out," I whispered, trying my hardest not to look into his eyes. There was a pause, why couldn't he just leave?
"Leave," I tried to make my voice strong, but I was unsuccessful. I felt strange, violated. I couldn't believe it. Edward had deliberately hurt me. He had used his strength against me, knowing that I was weak and vulnerable.
Me, weak and ugly next to his strength and beauty. I couldn't make eye contact, I just couldn't.
"Bella… look at me," his velvet voice called, full of intense pain. Tears streamed down my face… I couldn't understand.
"Bella, I'm so sorry."
I looked up. I couldn't help it; his voice was filled with unbearable sadness and remorse. It was heartbreaking. So I looked up. His black eyes, filled with menace when he had pushed me, were calm and less hostile, pleading.
"Please, forgive me."
He was standing there, he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything. If it were possible for Vampires to cry, Edward would be right now.
I ran to him and embraced him. Hugging him tightly.
"It was my fault," I whispered, "I'm so sorry Edward, I pushed you too far."
"Bella… it was an accident, you tested my control. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
We embraced for a few moments in silence, something felt different, and something had changed. Suddenly. I remembered something. I'm not asking for you to stay with me… I just need you to stay… human.
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