Before, Edward was the only person I wanted to see; now I couldn't stand the sight of him.
"How are you, Bella?" he said, coming closer to bed, with pure distress on his face.
Before I knew it, I was screaming "Where the fuck were you? You said you could sense when I was in danger?"
"I thought it was a false alarm" he said, simply. He diverted his gaze.
"Yeah, right, you just didn't want to come near me. I HATE YOU EDWARD, YOU'RE WORTHLESS! I WOULD TELL YOU TO DROP DEAD BUT IT'S TOO LATE FOR THAT! GET OUT AND NEVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN!" I screamed so loud, my throat felt like it was tearing.
Charlie and Renee burst into the room, each coming to the two different sides of my bed.
"Honey, what happened, was Mike here?" Renee asked.
"No, I had a bad dream" I lied. Edward went out the window before they came in. I stared at it, the curtains blowing in the window, hating him.
I was discharged from the hospital about a week later. As I laid down on the bed, trying to get situated, Renee and Charlie came in. They looked haggard and worried.
Mom sat down on the bed and held my hand, while Charlie stood in the doorway.
"Your father and I have been talking and we think its best you come back to Phoenix with me. A lot of things have happened to you here and we don't want you to get into anymore danger." Renee said.
I considered this. It was okay with me if they wanted to make me move back to Phoenix, its not like I had anything holding me here but bad memories. The only people, I would miss would be Charlie and Angela. The thought of Edward popped up in my head, how could I have ever fallen in love with him? I wanted nothing more than to put distance between us.
"Okay" I said.
"Okay?" Renee said, obviously she was expecting more of a fight, by the disappointed look on Charlie's face, so was he.
"Yeah, it's fine" I said, giving a weak smile.
Charlie stepped into the room and sat in the old rocking chair. They started to go over the new arrangements with me. I would be leaving tomorrow morning.
After everything was finalized and I packed up my things (Charlie would be driving to Phoenix with them), I hopped into bed. The only way to stop myself from thinking about the incident, was by overdosing on the painkillers, Dr. Monroe gave me. I was only suppose to take 1 at night but 3 got me to sleep much quicker.
Around two am, I woke up with a start. Edward was sitting in the windowsill.