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Chapter 35
The Infighting
I straightened.
Peter sighed as he looked at me, the plead is his eyes as visible as fuck.
"If I wanted to hit her, I fucking would have done so already. If you thought that you could have stopped me, you were sorely mistaken, soldier," I stated quietly. "Now, I want you to step back and go. I don't care where the fuck you go, but I want you to leave me alone with my human."
Her grasp on his shirt tightened, the knuckles on her one hand white. Her other hand, still enclosed in her cast, hung limply at her side.
Peter took an unnecessary breath and swallowed hard.
"Bella, honey, you need to stop hiding. I will leave you here, but you need to understand that Jasper here won't hurt you," he said to her very slowly. "If I stay, he could hurt both of us and I don't want that to happen. Please let go."
She didn't move. She was frozen like a hemmed animal.
"Bella, please, trust me," he added. "I promise he won't hurt you."
She finally took a step away from him, but she was still clutching his shirt.
I decided not to interfere. I stood there, calm and steady, but I could feel my patience running thin as I looked at them.
And I didn't like it.
As I watched their interaction an unfamiliar feeling pulsed through my veins. I didn't like that I recognized the dominant thought and that I could name it so easily.
I was fucking jealous.
I was jealous of their connection, of the bond that had developed between them. I was jealous because she trusted him, she didn't have fear in her eyes when she looked at him. She chose him to be her guardian, her protector. And I hated that.
I was confused and angry.
I was devastated.
I was sad.
I knew that I was one fucking cruel bastard. I was aware of my personality and I couldn't change it, but that had never bothered me before.
It was always simple. Accept me or get lost. Submit to me or pay for not submitting.
Fuck.
The seconds were passing by. My muscles tensed, my fingers clenched by my sides.
Then she let him go and he walked out, glancing at me pleadingly for one last time.
"Go back to bed, Isabella," I whispered. "There's no reason for you to standing since you're so weak."
She obeyed, surprised but still scared. She sat on the edge of the bed.
And I crouched in front of her.
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