After gazillion years, here's the next chap.

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Wipe Your Eyes

Chapter 13 – Bittersweet

(NPOV)

Your arms around me come undone
Makes my heart beat like a drum
See the panic in my eyes
Kiss me only when I cry
Cause you always want what you're running from
And you know this is more than you can take

Jacob's family was sure rich. Their—his parents' house was like our mansion in Chicago. The only difference was that they had an army of maids everywhere. Grandma Esme didn't like having many maids in the house, there were only five plus A. Just enough to tidy the house and the backyard, Grandma does all the cooking.

I only brought a few belongings of mine with me. I really hope that I wouldn't be staying her for so long. I just don't trust my father to be alone with Mom for too long. I needed to talk to the both of them.

It wasn't the first time that I entered a place like this; I was very familiar with this kind lifestyle, not that I loved every moment of it. Lots of girls are trying to be friends with me so they can also experience what I have. I was popular in school because I'm a granddaughter of the Cullens. The same goes to my cousins. I kinda miss bonding with them. We were really close, not like my cousins from the Swans. I hate how rude they were.

The Swans were mean, especially Grandma Renée. Grandpa Charlie was fine; our conversation never lasted more than two minutes. He was very brief with his questions and he said he hated too much talking. Every summer, I would spend a week with them, one hell of a week. All of them, they would always slap it on my face that I was a mistake made by my mother, that she was too young and naïve when she had me. That maybe, if she married the guy that they preferred for her, she would have had a better life now.

Though I had conflicts with my father, he raised me well. When the Swans bring up that conversation, I would try my best to change the topic than to yell at them. My parents loved each other. When I was younger, I envied the love they had. It was so pure and true that sometimes, it seemed unreal. Until, well, Kate entered our lives. She was like a demon, a temptation to my father when he was at his weakest state. And I hated him for giving in.

Rachel took my hand and dragged me to the never ending stairs. God, I wish they had an elevator in here. I hated stairs.

I was panting when we were finally in her room, which she said I'd be sharing with her. I didn't like sleeping alone in a house which wasn't ours.

"You're really pretty. I get now why Jake is very fascinated by you. You're very young though," she said while getting fresh clothes from her closet.

This conversation was so awkward. Here I was, talking to the sister of the man that I rejected just a month ago. So, I didn't speak. I just smiled at her with my blushing cheeks.

Rachel looked a lot like their mother. She had fair skin, sweet face and she's really tall like Jake. While Jake, he was tan like his father and was very much like him. He said he hated that he looked like him, because he didn't want to become like him.

"Don't you have school?" She asked.

"I do. I don't feel like going with all the things happening to my life now."

"You might fail." She made a 'tsk' sound and shook her head. "Jake mentioned you got straight A's in your classes."

"I'm thinking about being homeschooled. I don't want to leave home now that Mom is around. I miss her."

"Then why are you here? Do you want to talk about it?" She asked as she sat beside me on her bed.

"I just want to be there for Jake, he's a great friend to me and he needs all the comfort he could get right now. When he called me last night, he sounded so broken. He was a child, mourning for the loss of his mother. Believe me, I know how it felt to lose one, and it was the worst thing that I have ever felt."

(BPOV)

"Bella? BELLA, WAKE UP!" Edward's voice woke me up from a nightmare that was just about to start.

He was wiping the sweat on my forehead with his good hand and then he kissed it. I snuggled my head on his chest and inhaled his heavenly scent. It calmed me in just seconds.

"Shhh…Kate's not going back. I'm so sorry. I did this to you. Your nightmares are because of me. Love, if I can only make them go away, erase them, I will," he cried.

"Edward, stop it. Don't cry." I cringed, backing away a little from him.

"I don't deserve to be forgiven this easily. Why are you even taking me back? What if I hurt you again?"

"You won't." I said with conviction.

"You trust easily." I wiped the tear that fell from his right eye.

"No, I just trust you. I know that when you say it, you mean it."

"I broke my promise to you," he insisted.

"I know," I mumbled, looking away from him.

Some things in this world were just very hard to explain. One example was how I trusted again, someone who tore me apart, someone who pushed me into an abyss. No matter how much I tell myself to hate him, I couldn't. I wanted to scream at him and beat him up, but I couldn't. I am weak. Maybe that's why I became crazy.

"I talked to Jasper earlier…and he thought that it would be good for us to start seeing a psychiatrist once I recovered, we're going to do it together as a family, but there would be times that we have to do it alone. He knows a great doctor here and her clinic is just fifteen minutes away. What do you think?"

"It's a good idea," I said with a fake smile. Talking to doctors besides Jasper and Carlisle still made me feel queasy.

"Great." He returned my smile with his crooked one.

I buried my face on his chest again and his to my hair. And slowly, we both returned to a nice deep sleep.

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If I were a reader, I'd still hate Edward. Very much. haha

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P.S. I'm still sad that The Twilight Saga movies are over. God, I cried a lot.

P.P.S. Kristen Stewart deserves an Oscar :)