A/N: this next italicized section , is Bella reliving what happened the night Rosalie was hurt.
The night had been long, almost too long. Zack got back from drinking with his friends only to keep drinking at home.
I managed to stay out if his eyesight, that is until I accidentally dropped a dish on the floor and caught his unwanted attention.
"Yo, Bella, baby… come over here baby doll. I want to talk to you." He called.
I sighed and slowly walked into the living room, letting my feet drag.
I scowled, as I noticed him sitting on the sectional. I chose to sit on the far end. As soon as my butt touched the seat, I instantly regretted it.
The entire time he rattled about something or other. When the atmosphere suddenly changed, growing tense. I knew what was about to happen, and things were going to get real bad.
I might get to bring out Bessy, my good old .45 caliber. Before you ask… yes I have a permit to carry a concealed weapon.
"Come on, Bella, don't you love me?" He asked me.
I wringed my hands, I love him, I know I do, but if I have to question whether it's the right thing to do, even though I love him is it really right?
"I can't, Zack. I love you I do, but I was raised to wait until I get married. No one can change that. I want my first time to be special, with my husband." I say, backing away from his grabby hands.
"So, you don't love me then." He concludes.
I want to laugh at the audacity of the dick, seriously? Did I not just say I do? I am marrying him aren't I? Though now, that I think about it, it may not be very smart to marry someone you care about, because that's what I feel affection, but I don't really love him.
"No, I guess I don't." I agree.
"What? Bella, you don't mean that." He says shocked.
"Yes, I do. Up until now I thought I knew what love was, but I guess I was wrong. You can't love someone when you don't love yourself first. I've been miserable l for the last year. I can't remember the last time I truly smiled or really laughed with you. These past two month alone we've fought fight after fight, argument after argument." I say, looking at him.
"Oh, for fucks sake. Bella, the only reason we argue so much is because you have to be so damn difficult when my mom suggests something for the wedding, if you would just agree with her on something…" he trailed off.
"Fuck you, Zack. It's my wedding. I'm the one who's getting married, she is already married. Besides who the fuck wants Pepto Bismol pink on everything, let alone their wedding. I explained this to her nicely, but no she had to be petty and act childish about it. That's another thing, your family doesn't like me, so fuck it. If I did love you that wouldn't matter since I'd be with you but I can see it dies bother me enough to question why I am with you at all. Another thing you does seem to realize is you're constantly siding with them. I don't want to spend the rest of my life fight with your family for you. I'm done, I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I'd rather waist a year of my life, than spend my entire life miserable with the wrong person." I say.
"What fucking ever, it's not like you're the last piece of ass out there, let alone the finest. I could do better than you, the only reason I went out with you or even thought to propose to you is because your a virgin. I wanted the first one to hit that ass but fuck it. You're more work than its worth." He said.
It was that moment that I realized what I had gotten myself into.
" You fucking asshole!" I yell, pulling the crappy piece of jewelry off my third finger before chucking it at his head.
It hits him right on the forehead, knocking his ass out.
After I walked out of our apartment I received a call that something happened with Rosalie so I rushed to the hospital.
"Rose! Rose!" I shout, trying to calm my racing pulse and heartbeat but when I remember everything, tears begin to fill my eyes and a sob forms in my chest.
*knock**knock**knock*
I stare blankly at the door, and have to drink some water before I can speak clearly.
"Come in." I call, wiping my face.
"Bells? I heard you screaming from my room would you like to talk about it?" She asks carefully.
I know she's trying to make me feel better but that reoccurring memory, because it did happen, it always seems to piss me off.
I should have broken up with him when Jasper told me to but no, stubborn Bella reared her ugly ass head and stood her grounds.
"What time is it?" I ask, ignoring her question.
"A quarter past five." She says after glancing down at her watch.
"Oh great, the night is over and the day has begun." I say, in a sarcastic tone.
"Is it a memory of that night?" She asks.
"Yes, and to be honest, my only regret is that I didn't get to shoot him in the dick when I found out he is married. No one deserves to be cheated on even Jessica fucking Stanley." I say as I climb out of bed, and head to the bathroom.
"Lend of your clothes?" I call as I turn the shower on.
"On it. Aunt Becky said she went ahead and bought you a couple of clothes for this week. Dad called her and told her to keep us here until Friday." She called back.
"Seriously?" I ask, walking back into the room.
"Yes, she went through you duffle bag." She cackled.
"You mean…" I mumbled shocked.
"Yes, she threw away your older clothes. Like your old ratty sweatpants…" Rose explained.
"Damn, not my comfy old, navy blue police academy sweatpants!" I groaned.
"Yup." She said, popping the 'p'.
"I call Dax later. He can replace em." I mutter walking back into the bathroom.
It's fucking windy outside when we walk out. My hair is in a beanie, I'm wearing my hoodie and my leather jacket along with a pair of leggings under my pants, my socks a thick and toast warm in my boots.
The Colonel is pulling up as we walk out the gate.
"Girls, love morning we're having." He greets
"Yeah, if you like the wind biting off your face and your ass to be walking like you have a stick lodged up there." I grumble.
"Touché." He mutters back, as he pulls away from the curb.
"So, squirt, what's got your panties in a wad." He asks, as he drives onto oncoming traffic.
"Nothing, I just didn't get enough sleep last night." I explain.
"Ah, still seeing those things again?" He murmurs, pulling into a McDonald's parking lot.
"Alright, ladies. Let's go." He says turning off the car and getting out.
I climb out of the backseat slowly, leaving my bag in the seat as I close the door.
"What about Rose's stuff? I thought we had to go back Wednesday. " I mutter, confused.
I know, Rose told me earlier but in the morning my mind doesn't work properly.
"Squirt, your father gave specific orders last night. You two have to stay here. There's been a series of house robberies. Two families have been injured. It's best for you two to stay here until everything is clear back home." He says.
I feel my shoulders sag, and my eyes well up in tears.
"Will they be alright?" I ask, unable to swallow what he's just said.
"They have a lead. An operation is supposed to be put in action mid week. If all goes well, then you two can head home as soon as Thursday night, maybe Friday morning. " He whispers.
I look at Rose to see her staring unsurprised at the information our grandfather has just shared with us.
"Do you two want breakfast platters?" He asks, as he gets up.
"Hmm.. sure. Can I also get a Sausage McGriddle? Oh, and some orange juice?" I ask, blowing a raspberry.
"Got it. What about you, Lilypad?" He asks.
"Oh I'll take the platter too, and a latte macchiato please." She says.
"Ok, I'll be back." He says, walking towards the cashier.
"Do you think they'll be alright?" I whisper.
"I think so, I mean dad is a perfect shot. Dax comes best after you, so I think they will be alright." She says, patting my hand soothingly.
Her phone starts to ring, the song Who Can It Be Now by Men At Work, rings. Causing us to laugh.
"Who is that?" I ask, as she smiles down at the screen.
"It's Emmett. He wants to know what we're doing today. What should I say?" She asks me, as she looks up at me..
"Tell him the truth. We're heading to the Colonel's to pack your shit and send it home." I says watching as the Colonel walks back towards us with the drinks in a cup holder.
"Hey, pawpaw, would you mind if we have extra help packing?" I ask, turning to look at him as he sits down on the chair between us.
"No, actually. That would be great." He says as he gives us our food.
"Is there a particular reason why mawmaw Marie isn't here eating with us?" I ask, as I struggle to get the plastic top of the fucking platter.
My stomach does an impatient gurgle as I struggle to get the lid off of the damn food.
"Oh, uh.. well, you see I wanted to spend some time with my granddaughters. " he stumbles.
"Bullshit. You never do anything without and ulterior motive old man, now spill. " I say as I snap off the lid.
He scoffs. "Doctor won't let me eat good food." He complained. "Well, paw. After having a heart attack you should be eating healthier. " Rosalie says, as she drizzles her pancakes in syrup.
"I ain't eating that damn rabbit food." He mutters as he jams a big piece of pancake into his mouth.
"Ditto." I say.
"Let's hurry up. We've got a long day a head of us." She says.
"We know." The Colonel and I say, rolling our eyes at her.
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