Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight... I own nothing.
A/N: So this story hasn't gotten as many reviews, but then I remembered why I write... for me. So thank you anyways to those of you who have reviewed. More posting tomorrow.
Selfish 11
We girls continue to meet up for coffee in the book store.
They have become an integral part of my life.
One would think that just because I got what I wanted, that I'm happy.
I've found that feeling happy has been far from the truth.
After the feeling of accomplishment, I've been left with the feeling of guilt.
Guilt never comes alone...no.
Guilt always comes with sadness, frustration, and doubt.
I can count at least four times during the last five hours where the girls have had to stop me from going back to Carlisle.
Carlisle.
He's been calling non-stop since seven in the morning, the time he usually gets up.
My voicemail has been flooded with messages, and if those have not been enough... he has also been calling family.
It is one thing for them to know that we are separated...
But to involve them, more specifically my mother, well that just crossed the land of no no.
"Isabella Cullen. You better call me back and tell me why in the world you would leave that man."
"Isabella Cullen, how can you be so irresponsible?"
"Isabella Cullen, stop acting like a commoner whore and get back to your husband."
"Isabella Cullen! Call me back this instant!"
Isabella Cullen... Isabella Cullen...Isabella Cullen...
When did I just stop being Isabella... Bella the daughter?
Bella the person.