My mind was swimming with questions. Obviously we were at my house because he was beginning to get out of the car. I jumped out to help him into the house, but he collapsed on the pavement before I could reach him. I ran quickly to help him up. We struggled up to the front porch and I opened the door and walked in.
"Bella?" Charlie called from the kitchen.
I sighed and answered, "Yeah dad, it's me. I am really tired, so I am going to shower and then I will be back to eat, okay." I was stating more than asking.
"Okay, Bells."
I hadn't heard this until I was headed up the stairs, Edward in tow. Once at the top, I guided him to the bathroom. He desperately needed to shower off the blood that had consumed his clothing not to mention him. He couldn't go home, and he only kept one pair of clothes here, so I had to wash them, or get him new ones.
"Edward, do you want me to go get your clothes from your house?"
His eyes were wide. "No, Bella, you can not go near my house! Please, don't!"
"Okay, I promise, I won't!" my voice was sharp but I hadn't intended on it being that way. "I'm sorry, Edward. I was only trying to help."
His eyes grew soft. "Bella, I know, I just worry for their safety, for your safety, this is all my fault." He dropped his head into his hands.
"Edward, don't worry, they will be fine, and I am not going to get hurt. I am not leaving you with out a fight. He will not hurt me."
His words were bitter. "You don't know that! You don't have a clue what we are up against. If you thought that the whole thing with James was dangerous and scary, then you have no idea. He is worse than vampires. He looks like a normal person, until he attacks. You can not take him, I can not take him, my whole family together can not hurt him."
His words hurt me, but I could not be mad at him. It wasn't his fault. He feels responsible and stressed. Not to mention the pain he is in.
"Edward..." I said taking him in my arms and hugging him fiercely. I then shut the bathroom door, and waited for Edward to hand me his clothes. He did and I headed down stairs to quickly throw them in the washing machine and then to change.
Once out of now bloody clothes, I threw them in there with his and turned it on. I quickly walked into the kitchen to fix myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
After eating I took off up stairs to find that Edward had changed into his spare jean shorts and a t-shirt. He was covered in slashes and gashes all over his body that I could see. He looked awful and I felt so bad for him. "Edward, you look…" There were no words to describe it. He was still gorgeous under every red line and every red gash on his face. Yet his eyes were troubled and torn. He was in pain, but it was much more than physical pain. He wasn't hurting on the outside, he was hating himself on the inside.
Edward notice that I was at loss for words, so he helped me. "Terrible." He said it with a slight chuckle and then swiftly ran to me, grabbing me up in his arms. My Edward carried to the bed without a word, and placed me there to dream. But I refused to sleep.
"Yes, your cuts and wounds look terrible, but not you. You look troubled." I looked into his eyes, those big, golden eyes that always made me weak. They hold pain.
"I just can't believe what I have done. What trouble I have caused my family."
I look over at him, raising my head from my pillow. I placed my hand under it, propping up my head.
"Edward, what are we going to do?" I was so worried for him. He was so distressed.
"Bella, I don't know. There is only one way we can kill Aimes. Even that though is a long shot. I am going to call Carlisle while you sleep to see what to do, killing him is last resort."