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When Edward shut his door I didn't know what to do. I had no idea what he meant about me loving Laurent because I certainly didn't.
But, when I tried to knock on his door I got no response and I couldn't walk in because the door was locked. So I waited. I leaned against the hallway wall, across from his door. I slid down it slowly to sit.
Sitting there I had time to think about the last few days. I wondered where I would be right now if I chosen to go with Laurent, or if he and I hadn't even gotten in that stupid fight to begin with. When those didn't lead to any answers I started to think back even further. If my parents hadn't even split up, if my mom had stayed in Forks and I grew up there. That was a life that I almost couldn't imagine.
I never would have been with Edward, because I wouldn't have been the new kid and he would have had any reason to be interested in me, he wouldn't have had to sit next to me, and I probably would have never even learned about vampires.
There was really no reason and thinking thoughts like that because none of that happened, and I was here: in a hallway across from me, separated only by a door, was the person who I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with, and yet we seemed farther apart than ever.
"Edward?" I pleaded, I needed to see him, I needed him to tell me it was going to be all right.
… there was no response…
I continued to sit there but I tried to keep my mind off of the deeper thoughts and instead took up an interest in the specks on the ceiling. I formed shapes with them and I found it a good way to pass time, but then the shapes turned into faces and I was seeing Charlie, and René e, Mike, and then worse, his mom.
I closed my eyes as not to see them any more but it didn't help. I still saw them I my minds eye, I saw all of them, all of the people I had killed and all of the people pf my past, Jacob, the shop keeper in Austin.
I tried to think of who that first person I was who I drank but I couldn't even form a face. I remember that Laurent had brought him (or was it her?) to me, and I remember diving in; but I had done it so quickly, so instinctively, I had no idea who that was. It could have been someone I had known, or even liked.
What if it was a friend, or even family? No.
It couldn't have been Charlie; Laurent wouldn't have done that. Wait, of course he would. He would do just that. He would try and cut all my ties to Forks so I wouldn't have had any trouble staying away, but if that was the case than wouldn't he have told me.
Not if it hadn't come up, he barely had to tell me once not to go into town and I agreed. SHIT! Please, please, please, please let it have been a stranger. I begged myself.
I hadn't even noticed that I was dry sobbing until Edward finally burst out of his room.
"Bella?" His voice was frantic, "Bella? Bella? Are you all right?"
"I- I- th-think," I couldn't even get the words out.
"Shhh, shhh," He cooed in my ear. I was so lost in my shock that I didn't notice all of the Cullen's and their looks of pity come into the hall to see what the problem was.
"Isabella, tell me, you can tell me."
"I think- I think that, that I… drank Charlie." The last bit was spit out like it would cause an infection. The word were so repulsive. I was repulsive.
"Shhh, no, you wouldn't have done that." Edward said that but I could see the slightest bit of worry in his eyes.
"You don't know that!" It was a mix between a scream and a sob.
"You can't know that, I don't even know that!" my shoulders where shaking. "It- it makes sense. It is- ex-exactly something Laurent would have done."
Edward scowled at Laurent's name. "No, Bella, he wouldn't. He may be evil but he isn't intelligent to think up something like that."
I knew for a fact that that wasn't true. I had lived with Laurent for over six months; I knew more than anyone what he was capable of, and this was certainly something he could have done.
I didn't want to be the center of attention anymore though so I just nodded meekly, stood up, and went to my room, gently detaching myself from Edward in the process.
I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything until I knew that my Dad was safe and unharmed.
I knew that I had to go to Forks.
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