Isabella
"Damn it," a voice muttered. I felt myself hoisted into the air and the only thing I could do was snuggle against their warm body. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. I wanted to stay asleep forever. Life was too hard. Death was easier.
"Can't weee just leaveherrr here?" a voice whined. The girl sounded familiar. A feeling of hate surged throughout my body. It multiplied when I heard her name.
"Tanya, shut the fuck up! Do you want her to die? I didn't think you were that selfish. We've got to get her back to the beach. Try calling Emmett again." he hissed.
"I've, like, already, called, like, ummm, threee, times." she slurred. "Emmettdoesntlikemeee."
"Yeah, I wonder why," Edward muttered sarcastically. He shifted me in his arms and like a bullet, a sudden burst of pain shot through my ribs. A soft whimper escaped my lips and Edward froze. "Bella?" he whispered "Bella, c'mon, you're safe. Just wake up." his voice was full of anxiety and continued to whisper sweet things in my ear. I knew I was safe. I knew that I was safe with Edward but I didn't trust the Wicked Witch of the East: Tanya. She wouldn't hesitate to leave me for dead.
"Bella, it's Edward," he said. "I won't let anyone hurt you."
My eyes fluttered open but quickly shut as I felt the pounding pain return to my head. I groaned and pressed my face into Edward's rock solid chest. He had a firm grip on me so I trusted him not to drop me. I was safe.
I tried again to open my eyes and finally successful, I stared into his warm ones. He sighed in relief and muttered my name. It's as if we were the only two people in the world and all the stars and the sun had aligned. Nothing could tear us apart. Except for the witch.
"What did you drink?" he breathed.
"Fruitpunch," I mumbled into his chest. My eyes began to flutter shut.
"Shit." he muttered. "Do you know how much you had?" I shook my head. It felt like I was about to die of heatstroke. I was sweating and could barely breathe in this heavy sweatshirt.
He put the back of his ice-cold hand against my forehead which instantly woke me up. The coldness felt so nice. I almost wished it was winter. I hated the heat. I hated the way it clung to my skin as I so desperately tried to get it off. I hated Jacob's hot body the most. It suffocated me as I struggled to find some comfort. I didn't like the heat.
"I'm not letting you go back to sleep. You've got to stay awake," he said in a firm voice. I whimpered, wanting to be put down.
"Let's get this sweatshirt off of you," he said. "You're sweating."
Edward stood me up against a tree and lifted my arms into the air. It was dark out but I could see Tanya standing to the side, seething, watching Edward and me together. Her hands were clenched in fists and it looked like she was about to murder somebody. And not in my right mind, my head lolled to the side and I smirked at her.
I bet she wished she was me right about now.
Edward tugged the sweatshirt over my head which left me in temporary state darkness.
"Edwarddd," I slurred. I attempted to take a step forward but stumbled into his arms. He caught me and picked me up, bridal style once again.
"Tanya take her sweatshirt," he tossed to her but she let it drop to the ground.
"I don't take orders from youuu!" she hissed. Her eyes were ablaze. She glared at the two of us before she kicked my sweatshirt aside and covered it with the dirt. "Gooo, have fun with this attention seeking whooore! I'm going to back to the partyyy. Maybe I'll see what Tyler isss up tooo."
"Tanya, don't you fucking dare!" Edward's jaw clenched. "I'll end this right here!"
She snorted obviously not believing him. I snuggled into his chest, trying to get comfortable. Edward's eyes flashed down to me and he gently rubbed my back.
"Gooo ahead, Edward. Don't expect meee, to comeee crawling back to you." Tanya stalked off, leaving us stranded in the forest. I was an even deeper pile of shit.
I laid in the backseat of Emmett's Jeep. As soon as we made it out of the woods, Edward found my brother. Soon word spread to the others about what had happened.
"What was she doing in the woods?" Emmett demanded. "I was only gone for an hour. How much trouble could she get into?"
"I don't know. Tanya and I were walking back to the beach and we found her lying on the ground unconscious."
"She has hickeys all over her neck. She must have gone off with some guy," Rose said in a grave voice. I knew what she was thinking. I'd been taken advantage of.
"No." Angela shakily said. "Bella's not like that. She doesn't drink. She doesn't do that stuff."
"Well, she's as drunk as fuck right now! Obviously something has happened. She told me that all she had was fruit punch." Edward growled. My head was in his lap and he drew circles on the back of my hand.
"Well she obviously didn't know the punch was spiked," said Jasper.
My breathing was heavy and labored like when someone had just finished running a marathon.
I was going to puke. "Ed-"
I clumsily pushed myself up and let my head hang low. Everyone was now silent and watched me like a hawk.
"Bella?" Emmett reached his hand out but I pushed him away as I tried to get out of the car.
"What-" before he could finish, I hunched over and puked all over his shoes as Edward held my hair back.
"Shit!" Emmett yelled and jumped out of the way. I heaved in deep breathes and tried to hold in the bile that was rising in my throat.
"It's alright," Edward's calm voice soothed my nerves. Certain, that nothing more was going to come out, I groaned and fell back on the seat. I wanted to go home.
"What's going on?" I heard a new voice. Everyone turned around to see Jacob Black. "Is Bella alright?" Jacob walked forward; false concern coated his voice.
He may have fooled everyone else but he didn't fool me. He wanted me to know how much power he had. I wouldn't say anything in front of everyone. He knew that I was terrified. Jacob could smell my fear from a mile away and used that against me. I was right to be terrified. Who would believe the drunk girl?
"She's just had a bit too much to drink." Edward's response was short and annoyed.
Jacob narrowed his eyes at Edward as he pretended to be the concerned best friend. "Is she going to be alright?"
Emmett sighed. "She's going to be fine. You can go back to the party."
He didn't listen to my brother. Emmett had always made it clear of his dislike of Jacob. I never knew why he hated him so much. I assumed it was because he was jealous. Ever since I became best friends with Jacob, Emmett and I spent less and less time together. It was always the two of us and I knew he was hurt that I ignored him. I was a horrible sister.
"This is all my fault. I saw her drinking with this guy and I tried to tell her that she should slow down but she wouldn't listen to me." Jacob cried. "I should have tried harder to stop her."
"Why the hell didn't you find one of us?" Emmett roared. "Do you know what happened? She was found unconscious in the woods. She could have died out there if Edward hadn't found her!"
Jacob, taken aback, cowered under Emmett's deadly glare.
"I'm s-sorry," He stuttered. "I didn't know what to d-do."
"You idiot-!"
"Dude, back off the kid! He didn't know any better. Yelling at him isn't going to help anyone." Jasper stepped in and broke apart the fight that was most likely about to occur.
Panic was all I could feel. My heart raced because he was too close. Jacob, sputtering lies about me that everyone seemed to believe, made me sick to my stomach. Everyone believed him. I was just the drunk girl.
"Let's just get the fuck out of here before something else happens," Emmett grumbled.
"How about we go to my house? My parents are out of town for the weekend." suggested Edward.
"Yeah, let's do that. My parents will freak if they see Bella like this." Emmett agreed and got in the car with Rosalie.
"We'll meet you guys at your house!" Jasper said referring to him and Alice.
"Yeah that sounds good!"
The sound of the engine broke me out of my thoughts and watched as we drove away from the beach. I could still feel the imprint of Jacob's hands all over my body. I could still hear his voice in my mind, telling me to shut up. The bruise from his kick made me want to scream in pain. But I couldn't. I couldn't be weak because when I'm weak, I'm vulnerable and I don't want to be vulnerable.
"What happened last night, Bella?" Emmett sat down at the edge of the bed. It was 9:00 in the morning, officially the next day. My insides twist and churned as I sat up. The pain increased in my side with every move but was unwilling to ask for Advil. I didn't want to reveal the pain because there would be questions that I couldn't answer.
I was in Alice's bedroom. I'm not exactly sure what happened after we left the party but I'm pretty sure I threw up on Emmett and then Alice and Rose helped me into the bath. Everything was kind of blurry.
"I don't know." I sighed, crossed my arms over my chest, and stared at the ground.
"You don't know?" he muttered. "Well, the last time I saw you, you were sitting by the bonfire eating s'mores," he whisper-shouted. "The next thing I know, Edward was carrying you out the forest, half awake with fucking hickeys all over your neck." he paused trying to control his temper. "Jacob Black told me that you were hanging out with some guy and that you were drinking. He tried to get you to stop but you wouldn't."
He waited for my reaction but I had none. Jacob Black was a fucking liar and knew he could get away with it.
"Is Jacob telling the truth?"
I shrugged my shoulders and picked the lint off of my t-shirt. I knew what he wouldn't let me go until I told him the entire story- every little detail.
"You have to talk to me Bella!" he raised his voice. "You could have died last night! Do you know what alcohol poisoning is?"
I shook my head, never having heard the term before.
"It's when you've consumed large amounts of alcohol in a short period of time. It can have serious consequences and from what I saw last night you had more than a few drinks." his face was a mix of purple and red. "You could have fallen into a coma or died or started having seizures-"
"Emmett, I'm fine! I've just got a fucking headache!" I screamed from the rooftops. He stared at me shocked. I was also shocked. It's my first time saying the f- word out loud. I was never one to swear.
He opened his mouth but suddenly began to laugh; tears brimmed in his eyes. "What the hell is going on with you?! You're swearing and drinking and having sex with a random guy-" he threw his hands up in the air. "Did someone hurt you at the party? Is that why you're acting so weird? Because you are nervous to tell me?"
The color drained from my face as I remembered what Jacob did last night. "Nobody hurt me," I lied through my teeth. "I wanted to go with the guy. I didn't know the punch was spiked but I felt good once I drank some. I was having a good time and didn't want it to end."
Emmett doesn't say another word. He stared at me like I'd become a stranger. His jaw was clenched and I could see the hope in his eyes that I just joking- that this is all a sick joke and I'd go back to being the perfectly naive little sister of his.
"That guy left you unconscious in the middle of the woods," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anything could have happened. You were a mess when I first saw you. You can't possibly say that you had a good time with that douche bag."
It was silent- deadly silent.
I usually enjoyed the silence but this silence had a bad feel to it. Emmett was silent because he didn't know how to react. His little sister had turned into a whore overnight and now he had to deal with the fact that I was a changed person. He couldn't control me like he used to. I wouldn't let him.
"You're lucky that I'm not telling mom and dad. Most of those guys were seventeen, eighteen! You are just fourteen.! You're still a kid for fuck's sake! You are just a fucking kid who's acting like a fucking slut! This isn't you, Bella!"
"I'm hardly a kid anymore," I scoffed.
"You can't do this, Bella!"
"You can't control me! You're not dad!"
"Yeah, I'm not dad- I'm your brother! I know what all of those guys like! They like girls like you-!"
"Girls like me?! Please tell me, what that's supposed to mean!?"
"Naive and young and stupid girls who don't know any better! They'll use you and then dump you like garbage when they've gotten what they want!"
"I'm a big girl," my voice was monotone. "I'll survive."
Emmett snorted, not believing what he was hearing. "I don't want you hanging out with Kate and Bree. They're bad influences and if they hadn't brought you to that party then none of this would have happened!"
"You don't get to tell me what to fucking do." I hissed. My face was bright red- partly from the pain of my bruised ribs and partly because I was furious. "Now get out of this fucking room! I'm tired of this conversation!"
"I'm just worried about you, Bella." his voice was sincere. "This isn't you. For the past month, you've been so different."
The truthfulness in his voice was like a punch to the gut. Everything hurt from my ribs to my lungs to my heart. My hurt heart the most knowing that it would never be whole again. The most I could do was mask the pain, hoping I didn't completely fall apart.
"Now you're worried? I thought that I was just a slut. Where were you before when I needed you?" I growled.
"I didn't mean that." he breathed. "But wait, what the hell are talking about?"
I've said too much. "Just worry about yourself. I don't need anyone looking after me." I muttered. "Now if you would please leave."
Emmett didn't move.
"Now! Go! I don't want you here anymore!"
He threw his hands up in the air, exhausted with me. He stalked to the door and before he left, turned around and said, "I don't even know who you are anymore."
And then he was gone.
I pushed myself out of bed and clung to the wall. Every step sent another shot of pain up my side. I locked the door, making sure that no one can get in.
I'm the slut. I'm the school slut that's trying to get into Edward Cullen's pants. I'm now the evil witch who broke up Tanya and Edward: the It couple. I'm the crazy drunk girl trying to steal everyone's boyfriends. At least that is what Tanya's spreading around on Twitter and everyone believed her.
I flung my phone across the room, watching it hit the wall and crack. Pings keep sounding from the growing number of people messaging me; telling me how they hate me.
I already hated myself so it didn't surprise me as much as it should have. It just confirmed what I already thought. There is no one you can truly trust.
The sound of the door handle rattled, startling me from my thoughts. Somebody was trying to get in.
"Bella?" Edward said. "Please open the door. We need to talk."
"You can say what you need to say through the door." tears stained my cheeks. I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want anybody to see me. I was supposed to be strong.
"Bella please," he sighed. "We need to talk in private. I'm going to put a stop to this. Don't believe anything people are saying. They're all idiots."
I laughed, finding absolutely nothing funny. "Let them say what they want. I could care less." my voice was unsteady.
"Bella, I know that's not true. Say what you want to others but don't you dare lie to me!"
I couldn't take this anymore. I couldn't deal with Tanya and her little minions. I couldn't deal with Emmett and his constant mood swings. I especially couldn't face Edward. He is what's going to be the end of me. He's going to make me fall apart. I can't let that happen.
"Go away, Edward! I don't want to see you! I don't want to talk to you!" I hissed.
Edward being fed up with me replied, "Well, when you decide to get off of your high horse, come and find me! I'm going to clean up this mess because believe it or not, some people actually still care about you!"
He walked away, leaving me alone the rest of the day. I knew I screwed everything up. I've managed to alienate myself so much, possibly my only friends had left me. I didn't think it would hurt this much to be alone.
My emotions poured out of me like an open flood gate. Every reaction, every feeling, every emotion that I've ever felt all became too much. I wanted somebody to hold me and tell me that everything will be alright. I wanted to go to Edward and apologize for what I said. I wanted to tell Emmett how much I love him. I want to kill Jacob Black and make him suffer as much as I've suffered.
But instead, I watched the clock strike midnight. Alice came a few hours ago saying that she'd stay in Edward's room tonight. Everyone left earlier in the day, giving up on me. I'd give up on me to if I were them. Emmett had called our parents saying that we were spending another night. I knew they were disappointed.