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Word Prompt: Slipper

The party went on for several more hours; there was laughing, joking, dancing, and more food than I had ever seen in my life. Alice tried to pull me aside, but I refused. Rosalie and Esme both, but I pushed back. I had to focus on the party to get through the party without cracking.

I almost cracked…I came close when Tanya's parents came up to us to apologize for their daughter's behavior. They swore they had no idea she was there, and it wasn't their intent to cause a scene. I believed the father; the mother was as horrid as she was. I smiled and stayed nice, but God, it was so hard.

As the sun dipped and eventually disappeared, fake lights lit the yard, but I wanted to be away from it all. Finally, I took Edward's hand and squeezed so hard he jumped. When he looked over at me, he knew I was done.

That day, I had met amazing people, but Tanya threw me off. I didn't show a single soul what she had done to me until Edward shut his bedroom door and I collapsed onto the bed. My body was filled to the brim with rage and hate, and I had virtually no way to expel it out of me. The Cullen's didn't have a gym, I wasn't going to use Edward as a physical punching bag, screaming could be heard, and sex was out of the question with over two-hundred people that could hear us.

Edward silently sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. He felt guilty, even without saying it; I could feel the waves of guilt pore off of him. "I still love you," I whispered out, "Please don't think she changed that. I just…" Trying to put my feelings into words was the worst, so I started to bawl. He didn't even attempt to push words out of me. Instead, Edward knelt down and pulled off the flats I had been wearing, picked me up, gently placed me in the center of the bed, shrugged his shirt and shoes off, and engulfed me in his arms. I curled into his chest and just felt.

Crying over Tanya seemed ridiculous, but it wasn't just her…it was everything. It was losing the only family I had left, losing someone who used to be my best-friend and how I didn't even see how lost we were for so long, finding Edward in the most dire of circumstances, and then hearing my friends be targeted because they didn't believe in the lies. Yes, Edward and I were blissfully happy, but real life was still going on around us and that hurt. I knew in time it would fade, I was so sure I'd still go back and do it all again.

We laid in the center of the bed for what felt like over an hour. At first, we could still hear voices and music from outside, but it slowly got lower and lower. I prayed no one would find us disrespectful for running off, but I assumed Esme would make the best excuses she could for us.

"You can scream if you want, I'd understand," Edward admitted, but I sat up and looked at him like he was nuts.

"Why would I scream at you? You didn't invite her here, and besides, do you know how many people are outside that window?" I snapped lightly.

"What can I do to make this better?" Edward pleaded with me, but I shrugged. "Sweetheart, anything, just name it."

"I don't know," I whispered and fell back onto his chest. "We need to be quiet though, we don't want to draw any attention up here."

"Is that what you're scared of? People hearing you cry," he sounded shocked as I nodded my head. "Pack a bag. Night clothes, one outfit each, and hygiene stuff. I'll be right back."

"Edward, what…I don't…" I stuttered, but he was already pushing us off the bed.

"Just trust me," he said sincerely as he cupped my face in his hands. I inhaled and nodded. "Change into something more comfortable, too."

So, I did as I was asked, though I had no idea why. I picked out two pairs of pajamas, a casual outfit for both Edward and I, and all the stuff from our bathroom, and changed into jeans and a tank top. I stretched my feet out over the carpet because they ached and put on comfy slippers. I brushed my hair out and re-did my make-up so my eyes didn't look so puffy.

I left the bag at the top of the stairs, before I walked down the back to hear Edward talking to Esme.

"Mom, please don't be offended," I heard Edward plead.

"I'm not, I'm not, but why does she feel like she needs to leave," I heard Esme ask.

"It wasn't Bella's idea, it's mine. Look Tanya rattled her, a lot more than she wants to let on, and I can't get her to open up if she fears someone hearing us. Mom, I'm trying to be the best husband I can be right now. If Bella thinks she's offended you, well…" Edward's voice trailed on.

"If I could ring that girl's neck, Edward, I can't believe she showed herself here. Get out of here; I'll just allude to something…" Esme drew out, and I was thankful she didn't finish that thought. "But, you'll be back for brunch?"

"Of course, it's just a quick overnight. It's a privacy thing, not because we regret coming."

I heard them exchange goodbyes before Edward caught me standing in the stairwell.

"I'm sorry, I…" I tried to explain, but Edward shook his head.

"Are you ready?" he asked, and I nodded. "Come on, Emmett is booking us a room downtown."

"Okay," I whispered before Edward grabbed our bag and we set off to a hotel for the night.

So, wanna guess what happens at the hotel?