Bella POV
"Did you have fun?" Jelously was obvious in Charles' tone.
"I guess so. It's hard though." I told him. He seemed satisfied.
"Where's Lara?" I asked
"Hunting."
"Oh."
"I think I need to go hunt too." I told him
"Okay, I love you."
"Yeah," I told him.
I would have to let him go soon. I couldn't keep this up. It was too hard to love two people, and love one more strongly than the other.
I swirled back around and looked at him.
"Charles, we need to talk." He had a look of pure horror on his face. I'm guessing that he's heard that one before.
"Charles, I love you, and you know that. But you also know that I love him more. I can see you struggling with our food diet, and struggling with me. I'm sick and tired of hurting you."
He looked at me, hurt. "Bella, are you breaking up with me." I sensed him getting infuriated.
I bowed my head, and turned to go hunt.
A clean break.
Just like Edward did to me.
Once I was deep into the woods, I began to sniff the air.
I was getting sick of deer, but I would have to live with it.
I prepared myself to lunge at my prey when I was grabbed from behind by a pair of icy arms.
The wind was knocked out of me.
I struggled, and snarled but it was no use.
I was weak because I hadn't hunted in a while.
I was dragged into a car and flung into the back seat. I heard the car lock, and we began speeding away.
I lifted my head to see who my captor was.
I stared into a pair of furious, black eyes.
Charles.
a/n-Now that's what I call a cliffe.