A/N: so sorry for the long wait. Anywho, here's update, more to come soon.
"Why didn't you let Edward explain?" Rosalie asks for the umpteenth time today.
That was just today. She asked this question more times than I care to remember in the last three days.
"So, I can hear a piss poor excuse as to why another girl was kissing him like that? I don't think so." I reply ,sarcasm pouring out from my tone.
"No, so you can hear what actually happened." Rosalie snapped back.
"Need I remind you what I went through with Zack, and Jackson before that?" I question, turning around to stare her in the face.
"Zack was a pathological liar, and Jackson was a self righteous prick. Edward is different, I can feel it. Even Emmett confirmed it. Just, please, give him one chance." She pleads.
"...and why would I want to do that?" I scoff, tenderly sitting down on the bed.
This happened Saturday, it was now Wednesday evening. I had been ignoring all calls and messages from anyone outside the family, but it looks like I had been the only one doing so.
The room went into a deafening silence. I'm pretty sure I could hear the crickets chirping happily out on the front lawn.
"Squirt, I just got off the phone with the Srg. He says he wants you two home as soon as possible. " Pawpaw says.
"How soon is soon, old man?" I asked, sitting up straighter,and wincing right after I felt a tinge in my ribs.
"Six o'clock ...this afternoon." He said.
"I'm not going back tonight." Rose said defiantly.
"Why not, Lilypad?" He asked, turning to look at her.
"I have a date tonight." She admitted, blushing.
"Is that so?" The old man certainly knew how to make someone uncomfortable.
"Hey, old man, go get ready to take me to the airport. The flight leaves in four hours. " I say, shooing him out of the room before turning to Rose, who is still standing at the foot of the bed, wringing her hands together nervously.
"So, you're staying. Until when?" I question, as I slowly hope off the bed and making my way into the closet.
My duffel bag is set on top of the small sitting chair that is set in there. I quickly open it and begin neatly folding my clothes in, then putting them in.
I takes me thirty minutes to organize my duffel bag, shoes and all. When I finish with the duffel I begin organizing my carryon. Mawmaw bought me a larger bag, along with a small hand-sized bag to hold my makeup in. So, my carry now contained a set of clothes, basic toiletries, a pair of extra shoes, and my book.
Once my bags were set, I grabbed the set of forest green lounge pants along with my hoodie I left out and slipped them on.
All the while I got ready Rose sat there like a princess and watched.
"Friday." She whispered.
"I'm not surprised." I reply as I step into my shoes.
"Bella," she begins.
"I know what you're going to say Rose. I don't need to hear it. Just give me time alright. That's all I need. I know he's not Zack, I know this but my heart doesn't. You don't know what happened. What I went through. Just— give me time." I plead.
I hear as she lets out a sigh in defeat.
"Alright. Fine. Just...think about it please." She pleads.
"I will try. I've got to go now. I'll see you in two days. Promise me, you'll come back home Friday. Don't leave again." I beg.
"Bella, I'm not the same eighteen-year-old I was three years ago. I won't run this time. You have my word." She stated firmly.
I stare at her unblinkingly for a moment before I nod in response.
It's annoying me to no end to be this slow.
"Flight one-oh-six to LAX is boarding now." The nasal voice said.
"Well, I guess this is it my little squirt, until the holidays that is. Now, give your old man a hug and kiss before you leave. Behave as much as you can,alright? I'll miss you." The Colonel said as he bid me farewell.
"Now you know that I can't behave, old man. I've got to much of you in me. But I'll try. I'll see you soon." I quip back, smiling as he lightly swats my arm, before he shoots me off towards the terminal.
With one last smile and wave, I walk slowly the terminal, handing the stewardess my boarding pass, and everything else before some of it is hands back, and I walk slowly onto the plane to find my seat.
Once on the plane, I tenderly sit down on the window seat, turning off my phone before I pull out my old mp3 player and plugged the headphones onto my ears.
**sigh**
Within minutes the plane was filled, now we were all waiting for the plane to take off since the seatbelts on sign was on.
I closed my eyes tiredly as the plane took off in the air, as soon as it was clear, I turned on my Mp3.
The flight back home lasted felt shorter than the ride to Buffalo.
I ended up nodding off sometime after departure. Only waking up when a stewardess shook me awake.
"We have arrived at your destination. " she says, giving me a small smile.
"Oops." I mutter, slowly getting up and grabbing my carryon.
"Have a nice day." She says as she picks up trash from the ground.
"Mhm." I mutter back, attempting to ignore the intense pain in my tender ribs.
My slow pace made me take longer than usual to reach the lounge. I had just sat down on one of the plastic chairs within the lounge when I felt a hand clasp onto my shoulder.
"Is that seat occupied?"
I sigh, annoyance bubbling in my chest as I recognized that voice instantly.
"What are you doing here?" I mutter, turning to look at my brother.
"The Colonel called the Srg." He replied shrugging.
"So, you show up at the airport, in uniform, to pick me up?" I ask, though my tone makes me sound as if I'm slow.
"Yes and no." He replies half smiling.
"Yes and no? What kind of stupid ass answer is that?" I question.
"Calm down, shrimp. I'm here in uniform because I just got off work, and while I don't care much if you cuss, our ma might so watch it. Mawmaw called her a d informed her of everything that happened while you and Rose were in Buffalo. Just giving you a heads up, you may not be able to go home tonight." He warns as he helps me up while pulling my bags away from me.
"Always a gentleman." I tease.
"Yup, just like you." He quips back.
"Shut up you ass." I quip back, attempting to smack him only to flinch mid move.
"Woah, are you alright there, shrimp?" He asks concerned, as he leads me towards his car.
"Yes, my ribs are just tender. I'll be fine." I mutter as he opens the door and helps me sit down.
"Keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll convince yourself. " he mutters back as he closes the door and walks around the car.
"So, how bad is it going to be?" I ask, hesitantly.
"Bad. Mom and dad set up the guest room downstairs for you." He explained.
"Kill me now." I complain, dropping my head against the window.
"Don't worry, I'll be staying there as well to help you out… you know, just in case." He promised, as he pulled up to my parents house.
My dad was already waiting on the porch with my mom and Emmie.