"Don't be mad at us Leah. We couldn't help it. It just happened."
It feels as though I'm being drowned. Like the air in my lungs is frozen and wont let me inhale. Pressing my eyes close I try to make sense of this. The vision of there entangled hands make me heave and clutch at my chest. One hand on my eyes and one on my chest.
Hear no evil, See no evil, Feel no evil.
"We want you to be okay with this. We want your blessing. I mean, it's early days but-" Edward stops when he hears the retched scream that leaves my chest.
"What. the. fuck?!"
My mother tries to comfort me but I push at her to stay away from me. I can't have anybody touching me. Not now. Not ever. Her hands press down against my hair, attempting to soothe my pain. But it's not enough. Not this time.
I fight my way from my mothers grasp before Charlie has enough time to intervene. I want to kill them both. Both of them knew about this and they didn't even have the guts to tell me. They didn't have to desency to inform me that the biggest bomb in my life was about to be dropped.
"I'm sorry, Leah. I should have come to you fi-"
I pull away from Edward so fast my elbow crashes through my mothers glass cabinet. The smell of blood quickly fills the small living area.
Back pedalling away from them all is the only thing on my agenda. I know I have to get away from them. I just know it. They've all known, behind my back, like it was nothing. Like this didn't mean the end of my world. Like this wasn't the end game
"Leah, calm down kid," Charlie pleads, palms up as if he's about to tackle a line backer. "You need to slow down and think. You should be happy for them."
"Fuck you, asshole," I growl, using my flat hands to feel a path behind me. "Fuck you. All of you."
I can feel myself hyperventilating. I feel like a wild animal whose been trapped in a cage, whose being surrounded.
"Breathe darling, breathe," Edward whispers in a calm steady voice as he stands, his hands reaching out towards me.
"I can't," I cry out, tearing my nails down my chest to open up my airways.
My sight shifts around the room until I meet the eyes of the woman who knows she is guilty. Of a woman who promised to never hurt me. A woman who has ruined my whole life. She knows what she has done, even I can see that.
"You promised," I say, voice cracking as the tears fall down my cheeks in slow streams. "You promised me, Bella."
The disappointment is harsh in my voice, but the pain is far worse.
"I know Leah, and I'm so so sorry," she pleads, her distress showing clearly on her face.
I nod in defeat.
And then I run.
And I don't turn back; even with their voices trailing behind me.