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Ch28/Bella/Moving

My damn pillow…

I hate it.

My bed…

I hate it.

The balcony outside my room…

I hate that too.

The stupid Radiohead t-shirt I wear every night to sleep…

I hate it too…

Okay, maybe I don't hate that, but it still reminds me of him and therefore has earned my dislike for it. Yes, I still wear it religiously to sleep and yes I stare at the balcony window in pathetic hope, but I have to make it.

I know I can.

I woke up with a headache which had been a common thing these past few weeks and took a long shower. I stuffed my backpack with my homework and books and took a few steps toward my balcony glass door. I took a deep breath and, knowing what I would see, I prepared myself before I looked out.

"Bella?" My mother called as she entered my room. "He's waiting outside."

"Yeah, and?"

"I think maybe you should give him a word or at least him give him the chance to say something. He has been waiting since six in the morning."

I huffed. "Like every morning for the past three weeks. I'm not going to get over it soon and he needs to get that through his thick skull."

"But baby…"

"Mom, if he is the one that convinced you to voice reason for him, I don't believe a word you're saying. He lied."

"But he also told you about it."

"Mom!"

"Fine, you decide baby," my mother gave up and left my room while I turned to look at the scruffy, wrinkled and very exhausted version of Edward standing in front of his car, waiting for me. This version of Edward was the saddest thing I've ever seen.

The Saturday he had confessed the sick plan of vengeance he and his stupid friends has made against me, I stopped talking to Edward Cullen.

I had not said one word to him. Of course he didn't give up and called, texted, wrote letters and tried his best to get me to hear him out, but I ignored him. I threw his stupid phone at him one morning. I was tired of his ringtone and the damn thing wouldn't shut up about me having over 50 unread messages. Really? Can't get a clue?

It shattered into millions of pieces as it hit the concrete floor of my driveway. Edward said he would buy me another one as he stared at the pieces at his feet, but I ignored him.

He waited every morning for me. Mom said he wanted to give me a ride to school like always. Instead, I made her take me, leaving him in the driveway.

Every morning.

I didn't know what he expected. For me to change my mind and accept the ride with him? Then I would forgive him for lying to me? Haha, very amusing.

The truth was I was missed him, but I was furious.

I spent the first week in a pain so fucking deep and bruising that I didn't have a clue how I could move on. I barely made it out of bed every morning and just by a miracle, I made it through school. I alienated everyone there as well. It wasn't difficult as nobody talked to me besides Alice, Angela and Edward anyway. That Monday Alice tried talking to me, but she was better at getting the damn clue than her brother. She nodded and apologized before walking away. Angela didn't give up as easy. She insisted that she had no clue of the bet and confessed that even she was a bit angry at Alice for keeping it from her.

I didn't care. I just wanted to be left alone, like the good old days.

Who was I kidding? The good old days were when a bronze haired boy with a face of an angel, but the mind of demon, held me and made me feel good. Now there was nothing. Now I didn't even know if the good old days were real or a damn lie. That was painful to swallow. I didn't have anything good in my life. Yes, I was being dramatic, but I didn't really give a shit. I think I have a right to be dramatic.

I moped around and wished I could just disappear. The depression that took over me left a scar too deep, but I wanted him so bad. I wanted to believe him when he said he loved me and especially when he said he had changed because of me. But even believing that he loved me and not pitied me was difficult. I did not want his pity.

After that week (after hours of dwelling on it) I decided I would no longer cry over his stupidity. I decided to get even. I let the bitter part of me take over. I asked Jacob to take me to school one day.

To say Edward's face didn't crumble and look like I had just ripped his heart out would be a damn lie from hell.

I prayed for blindness in that moment.

I didn't want to see that.

I was too weak when it came to Edward's pain. I wanted to run to him and comfort him. I internally slapped myself for feeling pity for him. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve my guilt.

Jake didn't ask why I was mad. He really didn't say much. He especially didn't say anything as I cried on his shoulder before and after school. I was thankful his smart ass mouth stayed shut. I didn't need it.

The thing is I wasn't really mad at Edward for agreeing to the damn prank. I was angry at him for not telling me.

I was angry at him because he chose the wrong moment to tell me he loved me.

He didn't understand how much doubt I had. I doubted everything. It hurt that he would go after me with every intention to hurt me without even knowing me, but what hurt me the most was not knowing when something I considered a harbor of safety became real and not part of some stupid prank.

Then Emmett Cullen visited me at work.

I was stocking shelves when his huge presence startled me. He chuckled and without asking gave me a tight hug as if I wasn't pissed at his brother or at him.

"How are you, Bella?" Really? How easy for him. I didn't answer him and instead pretended to concentrate on my task which consisted of organizing fishing bait by alphabetical order. He sighed. "I know you hate me right now…"

"Understatement," I said dryly, but he only laughed.

"Dang! I guess it is." He sat on the floor next to me.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have a girlfriend to make evil plans with?" He didn't answer right away and instead sighed loudly.

"I broke up with Rosalie."

"What?" I was a little shocked. They had been going out for years. There was always Emmett and Rosalie, somehow now nothing made sense. Why in the world was he telling me this? "I mean, what happened? You don't have to tell me. I mean…"

"She didn't want happiness for my brother," he simply said and patted the floor next to him, but I gave him a questioning look. "Oh come on, Mike is scared of me. He won't say anything. You won't get fired for sitting around."

"What makes you think I want to sit by you?""

"Oh come on Bella! It will take a few minutes. Give me five and then I'll be out of here so you can go back to the exciting wonders of fishing bait."

"Shut up," I sighed and sat next to him while he bumped my shoulder with his grinning like an idiot. "I know you're trying to get on my good side, but it won't work."

"Fine," he chuckled.

"So you were saying about your brother…"

"Oh, well you see my brother, Edward, has always been a pain in the ass." I quirked an eyebrow at him which only made him chuckle again. "He's always been on the emo side too, which doesn't help. But I love that asshole. We all love him; he just has a hard time believing we do, because his own folks bailed on him. But, unlike his folks, we can see the real Edward and that Edward is a fucking good person."

"If he sent you here to convince me…"

"Actually, Edward asked us all to stay away from you."

"He what?" I asked incuriously. I thought for sure all of this was part of some plan Edward had made up to get me back.

"Yeah, he said he didn't want us bothering you and that you needed some time. So don't tell him I came, alright?"

"I guess."

"Cool, anyway as I was saying, Edward is not taking all of this too well."

"He told you about it?"

"He didn't have to. Motherfucker looks like death warmed over." I grimaced at the description of the boy I loved, but who pissed me off so I tried my best to look indifferent. "He spends all of his time in his room and when he comes out, you wanna cry for the dude. Bella, just give him a chance to show you that he really does care. He really loves you." I sighed and looked away.

"I can't believe that."

"Why?"

"Because! How am I supposed to really know that's true when he lied the way he did?"

"But you're missing the point! It's easy to tell when it became real for Edward."

"Really? You're so full of it Dr. Phil."

"Bella you watch too much TV," he groaned and ran a hand through his dark curly hair. "Tell me Bella, when Ed started talking to you, did you believe one word he said to you?"

"Uh…not really. I didn't trust him."

"But when Edward started staying with you in your room, did you believe him then."

"I can't believe he told you about that and it can't be that simple."

"It is though. Why do you think he went through a stage where he had to stay away from you to protect you…or some bullshit like that?" I didn't answer back. "Actually Alice told me all of this. She's the one trying to get Edward to come talk to you." I rolled my eyes at Alice's nosiness. "He really felt guilty about having bad intentions with the girl he loved. Edward thinks of himself as a horrible monster, but the guy never sees the good in himself."

"I thought I could see it, but after this I don't think I can."

"That's because you're letting the negative shit that he did blind you." He said and turned his huge body to face me completely. "One time when we were sixteen, Carlisle and Esme went out for a few days to Seattle. They left my uncle Marcus in charge, but Uncle Marcus was more of a dope head than anybody else."

"Get to the point Emmett."

"Anyway, we were young and immature and wanted to party. Edward was being moody. It was the month of his real mom's death and he stayed in his room all day and night. He didn't come to the party. We planned to clean everything up before my parents got home, but got totally shit faced and fell asleep in our rooms. Carlisle had already threatened to take me off the football team if I didn't stop acting up. We were woken up by loud shouts coming from papa Cullen. I thought I was going to be dead so I hid in my room all morning.

I was surprised Carlisle hadn't tried to come after me. I finally came out of my room to find out Edward was grounded for a whole month. He had blamed himself for the party so I wouldn't get kicked off the team." I smiled at a self sacrificing Edward, but quickly shook my head.

"That's sweet and all, but what does this have to do with anything?"

"Well, it was so easy for Carlisle to believe that Edward would do that. I mean Edward earned it for acting like a fool for years, but Carlisle didn't even investigate to see if Edward was telling the truth. He believed it because he didn't think Edward had a good bone in him, but he does Bella. He's a good guy. It just took a nice girl to get him to finally act like it and quit acting like a douche bag. And you know why?" I shook my head. "Because that nice and sweet girl took the time to see and find the real Edward." He smiled at me. Emmett might be as big as a bear, but he was the sweetest thing ever.

"I'm sorry Bella. I'm sorry I agreed to the bet. That was pretty fucked up. It didn't hit me until my brother threatened to kick my ass for you. You should have seen him! Dude looked like he would cut a bitch." I chuckled, but quickly covered my mouth with my hand. I hadn't laughed in days.

"Thanks Emmett, but I still need time. This isn't easy."

"Yeah, of course. Take your time. Ed is willing to wait. I hope you do come around and forgive the fucker. You seem like a cool chick and God knows Ed gets moody when he doesn't get some for a while." I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks…I guess. You also seem like a cool guy too, Emmett."

"That's because I am," he said and another chuckle left my throat.

"I don't mean to offend you or anything, but why were you with Rosalie? She was so mean." I hoped to Jesus I hadn't pissed him off, but Emmett just shrugged.

"I saw the good in her. She might have been a bitch to everyone, but with me she was sweet as a diabetic kid."

"Then why did you break up with her? Why should I forgive Edward because there is good in him? Wouldn't the bad still be there?"

"Good questions and I have answers," he sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Rosalie and Edward are both alike. Both are bitter about the past. The difference between the two is Rosalie likes to take it out on others. She likes to hurt them because she was hurt and she won't listen to reason. Edward on the other hand, instead of taking it out on others, he punishes himself. He'll blame the end of the world on himself if he can, but he doesn't listen to his heart, Bella. That's difference." He stood up and held his hand out for me to take. Hesitantly I took it and he gently helped me to my feet, before he hugged me again. "I'll see you around. I hope Edward is by you when I do. Give him one last chance Bella. If he fucks up one more time, you tell me and I will kick his ass."

I didn't give Edward a chance. Emmett still smiled at me at school and like a coward, I avoided Edward. I would catch him staring at me in the hall or at lunch, but he gave me my space. Though I thanked him for it, I sometimes wished he would try harder.

One day, Agent Molina made a visit to my house I wish he had never made.

He was there to inform us that our house would be taken away. It looks like they wanted a little repayment of what Charles owed to the banks and that included the house. We had until the end of the month to find somewhere to go.

"Our last day is April 3rd," Mother sighed as we sat in the kitchen that was soon to be someone else's.

"I can't believe this won't be our house anymore," I mumbled as I stared at the kitchen table.

"It's so embarrassing!" Mother whined.

"Mom, Agent Molina said nobody would really know why we had to move out. We can just tell people, we wanna leave this house."

"I know baby, but we've always lived here. Nobody is going to believe our sudden need to change."

"It doesn't matter what anybody thinks. We just have to find somewhere with cheap rent."

"And I need to find a second job."

"I can get another job too."

"No, you have school to worry about. Besides you don't have to worry about where I'm going to be. I can take care of myself, baby," Mom said smiling. I was confused.

"You don't want me to come?"

"Of course I do, but you have better things to do than take care of your mom." She quickly stood up and grabbed some huge yellow envelopes and handed them to me. "They are university letters baby and this," she paused before she handed me another large white envelope. "This one is from the Art Institution of Washington for the Youth. I took the liberty of reading it baby. But don't get mad, I was too excited. Read it!"

I rolled my eyes at my mother's enthusiasm and read the letters.

"I won…I won a contest…" I quickly remembered the contest Mr. Freeman had entered me without asking. I had completely forgotten about it.

"And what else?"

"I got a full scholarship to any art school in California!" My mother squealed like a little girl and couldn't help but join her.

"See baby, you'll be in Cali too busy with school that you don't have to worry about me."

"You're my mother; of course I have to worry."

"I'll be fine. Besides, it's time you worry about yourself for a change, Bella." I smiled at her knowing what she meant. She gently palmed my cheek. "No matter how many times I say I'm sorry, it won't take what happened away. But I will beg for your forgiveness for the rest of my life." I didn't respond and instead just nodded. My mother knew the answer. It wasn't a pretty one, but she would apologize the rest of her life.

Later that day, my mother let me know Phil had offered for us to move in with him in Port Angeles. I would have to go to school there. I didn't want to move. I was just about to graduate and, though I didn't exactly like anybody in my class, I was too lazy to move to another school and graduate with a bunch of strangers.

And then there was Edward.

Things were changing too fast. I was becoming a bit melancholy. We were going to leave Forks. Somehow the notion didn't sink in the way I always imagined it would. I wasn't as happy as I thought I was going to be about finally leaving this place.

We started packing our junk.

I looked at Edward again.

I had been tempted, well more like desperate to let him in again. I wanted to tell him about Father. I wanted to tell him how Mom thinks she might have seen him in Port Angeles a few days ago. I wish I could run to him and tell him how I cannot sleep out of pure fear. I wanted to tell him how I had zoned out again a few days ago and how he wasn't there to bring me back to reality again like he promised he would. I wanted to tell him how I had been a paranoid mess and how much I needed him. I wanted him to make me feel better.

I wanted to give up my pride and let him love me, like he said he did.

I did what Emmett asked and didn't remember the bad.

I thought of all the times Edward stayed with me. How he fixed my bruises and eventually my heart as cheesy as that might sound. I thought of the first time Edward kissed me and how I didn't kiss him back, but how he tried to push me away for my own good. I thought of the boy who got into a fight because someone had said something nasty about me. I thought of the time he took me to the movies and bought me dinner which we ate in his meadow and when he opened up about his parents.

That couldn't possibly be made up.

Edward looked up at my window and caught me staring. I didn't move or pretend I wasn't looking at him. There would have been no use to that. He gave me a sad smile and waved while he nervously dug another hand in his pocket. I didn't do anything, but stare. I fought back the tears.

Shit, how much I missed him. It was painful. I wanted my Edward back.

I quickly walked away from my balcony window and grabbed my backpack. I ran down stairs and found my mother packing the remaining kitchen supplies.

"I'm almost done," she said as I looked at her. "We'll be moving by the end of next week. I've already spoken to Forks High School and Port Angeles High. Things are almost set."

"I don't want to go to Port Angeles." She looked at me confused and walked up to me.

"But baby, you can't stay here by yourself. Besides they are taking the house."

"Can't we just stay a little longer until I finish school?"

"Baby…" I sighed, cutting her off.

"It's fine Mom. Just give me a day or two to get used to the idea. I hadn't really thought of it until now." I started towards the door.

"Don't you want me to take you to school?" I didn't answer and instead gave her a look which made her smile.

I headed towards Edward, who was staring at the ground. He nervously began playing with the hem of his blue jacket as I walked in his direction. I took a deep breath and walked to the passenger side of his Volvo. He didn't notice until I cleared my throat.

"Uh…um Bella?" He nervously asked as I stared at myself on the reflection on his car window.

"Aren't you going to take me to school?" I simply said. He jumped and walked over to me.

"Yeah, of course." He held open the door for me and I ignored how wonderful he smelled even if he looked like a mess and slid into the passenger seat. He shut the door and rushed to the driver's side.

The ride to school was silent. Not one word was said. He did have a death grip on the steering wheel and seemed to be holding his breath as if he was waiting for my backlash. I wanted to speak so badly. I wanted it to be back to normal with him, but the words couldn't leave my mouth.

He walked me to my locker in silence while the rest of the school stared. He grazed my hand with his finger tips before silently leaving my side. I almost broke down and cried. I cursed at him and at the same time whispered how much I loved him.

The ache in my chest grew with each class period. I was going to move. I was going to leave and never was I going to have an excuse to see Edward again.

At lunch, I avoided the cafeteria and spent my time with Mr. Freeman as he went over art schools with me. But when English class ended, I took one look at Edward and he nodded before giving me another sad crooked smile. He followed me to my locker and then to his car in silence. The ride home wasn't any different than the drive to school.

We said nothing.

He parked his car in front of my house and my body didn't dare move. We sat there in silence as if waiting for something to happen that would cure us both. Ten minutes later, I opened the door and stepped out of his car. I walked towards my door. Each step was heavier and more painful than the last. After what seemed like a hundred steps, I turned to look at him and found him leaning against his car with the worst sadness in his eyes.

In that moment my will crumbled to hell and my legs rushed me to him. Before I could comprehend, I had my face in his neck breathing in that scent that made me feel safe again with my hands wrapped around his neck while his arms held me. I don't know how it happened, but I suddenly felt and heard myself sobbing.

He lightly pulled my face back and kissed my cheek. I realized that he was crying as well. He brought me to his chest and held me tighter while he ran a hand through my hair. He kissed my head and softly pressed his lips against my neck before sobbing those words that made me crumble.

"I love you, Bella." I closed my eyes hoping the effect of the words printed into my skin. "I swear I do. I love you so fucking much." I smiled against his chest. "You have to forgive me," his voice cracked. "Please, I don't know how to live without you." I pulled back and looked at him in those green eyes of his.

I smiled and pressed my lips to his.

It had been almost a month since the last time I had kissed Edward, but it felt like it had been ages. He sighed and deepened the kiss. I let myself get lost for a moment in the love I felt for him. It was the only thing in the world that felt good. He ran the tip of his tongue against my bottom lip and I automatically opened my mouth.

This wasn't difficult.

This was easy.

I pressed my forehead against his as we both tried to control our breathing. I closed my eyes and pressed my body as tightly to his as possible. It was never enough.

"I love you, Edward," I whispered.


So…I told you it wouldn't be as bad.

Some might think Bella was too quick for forgive him, but a month did pass! Lol Let me know what you think.

Also, the next chapter will be Bella once again. This chapter was intended to be WAY longer and a lot of stuff happening, but I decided to cut it into two chapters so I could update faster.

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