Disclaimer: I don't own it.
I walk alone in the freezing rain to Bella's apartment. I completely sober up. If I could kick my own ass I would.
I keep running over in my mind the things I said to her. I can't believe I called her a whore. I actually compared her to Victoria. I thought I was over what she did to me, but it seems that the bitch fucked with my mind more than I thought.
I don't know why I thought Bella would ever cheat on me. It's not the type of person she is. I know that. I do.
I shiver and pull my coat tighter around me. I deserve this. I deserve to be alone, walking the streets in the pouring rain.
I check my phone as I walk, hoping that she's called or sent a text, something to tell me she's okay. She hasn't.
As I walk into the apartment building I shake off some of the rain from my body. I take a deep breath and make my way up to her door.
I try the knob and it's locked. I reach my hand up and knock. I hear her shuffling around inside.
"Bella. Baby, please open the door so I can talk to you," I say before knocking again. I lean my forehead against the door and close my eyes.
"Baby, I'm sorry. So fucking sorry," I say and knock again. And then I hear it.
I hear her crying. No, she's not crying. She's fucking sobbing. I can hear her take a deep breath and choke on a sob. It's like she's on the other side of the door, in the same position I am.
"God, Bella. Please let me inside. Let me hold you. I'm so sorry," is all I can say. I hear her still sobbing, but she doesn't open the door. I turn around and let my body slide down her door. I pull my knees up and rest my head on them. I let the tears fall.
I am such a bastard. I'm an asshole. I don't deserve her forgiveness.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I keep repeating, hoping she's on the other side of the door and hears me.
I know that she's not going to open the door tonight, maybe not ever, but that doesn't stop me from spending the entire night outside her door.
