Dammit MW2, "enema"? You are not a nice person, I am cursing you right now. You will find a booger on your shirt, dog poop on your shoe! Muwahaaaaa, ha, ha...

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Chapter 25 - Enema

Bella

"Fuck!"

He called...Edward called me before I got the chance to text him. I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to hear him try to persuade me not to go. I didn't want to hear him confused and upset, but most of all, I didn't want to hear him get angry with me. All of these things happenened though, in direct succession. I don't know why I even thought I could just sneak away. Edward wants to be with me all the time. In such a short amount of time we have become inseparable.

And that is exactly why you needed this time away, you idiot.

I turned off my phone and ran to my car with my overnight bag in tow. Dingleberry was out in the hallway sitting on Edward's doormat, licking himself.

I was in the clear.

I decided to drive to Forks, to stay at my father's house for the night. Figuring that one night away from Edward would surely be enough.

My father left me his home after he died, that along with his retirement money and a settlement from the State for being killed in the line of duty. I haven't spent any of the money on myself, it's not an exorbitant amount or anything, I just can't see spending Charlie's money on myself. It doesn't seem right. I've always just taken care of myself anyway, so it's not like I need it. The house though, this house means everything to me. It just feels like Charlie is with me whenever I am here. I've used Charlie's money to maintain the house...to keep my father's dream and memory alive.

I pull into the driveway and just look out at the little white house with dark green shutters. Small and insignificant to others, but to me it is a mansion. This house is the only tangible evidence left that I actually had a family. The neighbors that surround all knew us when we lived here, Charlie is a part of their memories too. I don't feel alone in my memories when I am here. That life wasn't just a dream or a story I tell. It's real to somebody else too. It warms my heart to know that I will probably see Mr. and Mrs. Wilson tomorrow and they will wave to me. The Crowly's, on the corner, will see my car and probably stop in to say 'hello'. It is the only feeling of home I will ever get anymore, so I will take it.

I exit my car and just stand in the open door, breathing in the smells of the woods and rain. It's dark out, the lights from surrounding porch lights show through it with sharp contrast. Sighing, I push off from the car, lock it up and head up the stairs to the front door.

It's so quiet.

When I'm inside I smell the remnants of paint and wood, nothing smells musty and old like the typical old house that has been sitting empty and alone. No, I had everything renovated to look exactly the way it did when I was a child. Sure, I took some liberties in the kitchen, but for the most part everything is just shiney and new. Nothing extravagant.

There's nothing in the fridge to eat, obviously, so I grab a glass of water and just sit on the couch. The fast food I ate on the drive up is still sitting heavily in my stomach, there is no need to worry about eating any time soon.

I knew I shouldn't have eaten that damn value meal, now I'm gonna need an enema.

Shaking the nasty thought from my mind, I sit and just look around. I stare at the walls where my childhood school pictures are displayed, I look towards the chair where my father would be sitting, if he were still alive. My hand smoothes over the cushion of the couch as I sit and recall the memories of a time when things were easier. At around 1 a.m., my over exhausted mind has nothing left to process, so I lay down and give into sleep. It is peaceful and uninterrupted...just what I needed.

The next morning I don't run. It's the strangest thing, but I simply don't feel the need to do it. Instead I drive to the grocery store and pick up some things to make breakfast, and a few other necessities. While I'm eating my scrambled eggs and toast, there is a knock at the door. I smile because, as I predicted, Mrs. Crowley is here bright and early to greet me. I invite her in and we drink coffee and talk. I ask her how the kids are doing, she asks me what I am doing with my life in Seattle. It's difficult for me to answer that question now, so I just smile and tell her that I am doing okay. I do fill her in on what happened at work, it's something that I really need to get off of my chest. Helen tells me something that I never would have realized on my own.

"Bella honey, find what truly makes you happy, and everything else will just fall into place."

When she is gone and I am alone again, time seems to just stand still. I think about what Helen said, I wonder what it is that truly makes me happy? Is it Edward, is it my job? When I look out the window, what seems like a short time later, I see that the sky has darkened into night. My plan to drive back to Seattle today is shot. I decide not to call Edward, instead I settle in for another night in my father's home.

Saturday came and went and here I am in La Push on Sunday morning, sitting on the beach, breathing in the salty air and crying for all of the things in my life that I wish were different. I wish that things were easier, everyone else seems to have it so much easier than me...parents, family, love. Me, I only have myself and an old house filled with memories.

You have Edward too, you idiot.

But how can I trust that...him? I trusted it before and what do I have to show for it?

I'm pulled from my pity party by the sounds of laughter in the distance. Looking to my left I see a man and woman walking hand in hand. The man has a small child on his shoulders and they are all laughing. Seagulls are running along the sand with them, and the child's laughter at this is so sweet and wonderful. I can't help myself from smiling too.

They don't notice me at all, sitting in the sand; they are in their own little bubble of happiness, my presence could never penetrate it. As they approach, I can see their faces with much more detail. What I see is the person that I'd hoped to never see again walking right in front of me.

Jake.

Jake has a family and is happy. He found someone to love and is living his life exactly the way he always wanted.

And I am not a part of this life.

He has a beautiful daughter who has his dark hair and eyes, his wife's smile. He is happy.

I put my hand on my chest, waiting for the pain that usually comes with thoughts of him, but it never comes. Instead, I feel a bit of gratitude towards Jake. I feel okay. I feel that things have happened for a reason...we were never meant to be together, and deep down I think I always knew this. Jake is happy and that makes me happy.

Edward.

My subconscience says his name and I am listening.

I jump up and run towards my car, brushing the sand from my pants as I go. I don't bother to look back at the lovely family on the beach, my future is in front of me now. My future is in Seattle. My future is with Edward...that is if he'll still have me.

~FLT~FLT~FLT~

I pull up to the apartment around 4 o'clock. I'm nervous but determined, I need to find Edward and straighten this whole thing out.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I fly up to my floor in a matter of seconds. When I reach my destination, the vision that awaits me haults all of my movements. There on the floor, leaning against my apartment door, is Edward. Dingleberry is next to him chewing on his cell phone. I giggle despite myself and this causes Edward's head to raise. My giggle is immediately silenced as I take in the expression on his face.

He jumps to his feet and stands there just staring at me. His eyes are red, droopy and tired; hair a tangled mess, like he's been tugging on it for days.

2 days you idiot.

I don't waste another second and swiftly walk to him. He moves, ever so slightly, back as I approach him. Like I might hit him or something.

"Edward." I breathe.

He closes his eyes.

"Edward, I'm so sorry I ran again."

And I am in his arms with his face in my neck. Edward is breathing me in, desperation in his hold.

"I missed you." He whispers.

I am crying on the outside but on the inside I am happier than I have ever felt.

Edward releases me a little, enough to pull his head back and look me in the eyes. They are red and tortured, I can't take it.

"Edward, I'm so sorry I ran, I'm so sorry I hurt you."

He grabs my face and silences me with a kiss. A kiss that starts out slow but escalates into something desperate and passionate.

"I love you." I say between kisses.

"Edward I love you, I need you."

The kisses abruptly stop at my declarations.

I am looking into Edward's eyes, he is looking for the truth in mine.

That is exactly what he must get because before I can say anything else, I feel as I am being lifted from the ground . My legs are wrapped around his waist and I am running my fingers through his hair as he walks us to his apartment door.

"Don't ever run from me again, Bella." He pleads.

"I won't. I promise." I say as I kiss all over his face...his cheeks, his eyes, his lips.

"I can't be apart from you again. I love you, Bella."

And I am gone. I am kissing him like my life depends on it.

It does.

And as Edward takes me into his apartment and back to his bedroom, our bedroom, the words of old Mrs. Crowly come back to my mind.

"Find what truly makes you happy, and everything else will just fall into place."

I smile and hold on tighter to the one thing that matters the most... what truly makes me happy.

Edward.

A/N

Sniff, sniff...honestly, I just made myself tear up.

Here ya go MW2, take it and run with it.

Word Prompt:

"elephantitis"