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Sorry I have not updated sooner. This has not been beta'ed so if you find mistakes please try to ignore them as I am far from perfect.
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Chapter 6
If I only felt betrayed by Emmett's confession then I was kidding myself. It scared me think that other emotions were possible. My pulse quickened and the heat that suddenly spread from my chest, not in anger, but something else entirely.
I closed up the office quickly, wanting nothing more that to go home. Garrett stood confused, but said goodbye with a wave. He seemed reluctant as he drove away.
Driving along the roads I found myself traveling in the opposite direction of home and towards the vicinity of Anton Creek Estates.
Music filled the cab of my truck as I drove along the roads that pulled me closer to what I hoped was Bear Creek Road. The song should've of been calming me, but it was ear piercing and annoying instead. With a turn of my wrist the radio silenced.
The housing development came into view beyond the trees that were rooted along the winding road. I softly pressed on the brakes to slow my speed and possibly giving myself time to change my mind about being here.
The sun was falling lower in the sky and for once it was actually a decent day. No rain and few clouds. I lowered my visor as I came around a bend to block the bright rays from blinding my eyes.
The paved road ended as the sound of crushed stone vibrated my truck. I continued to travel down this makeshift road until a sign came into view.
"Another home built by McCarty Construction" was positioned on the side of the road. In the distance I saw the framing of a home. Construction vehicles sat alongside a small trailer not far from the site. I turned into the stone driveway and continued to drive until a car came into view.
Hesitating for a moment I parked behind the unfamiliar vehicle and silenced my truck. With the engine no longer running the cab was quiet. There was no rain, no wind just the steady sound of my breathing.
Deciding to get out of the truck I looked around the property. Looking for the owner of the car or something else. The stone crunched as I stepped out, with each step I took the crushing of rock surrounded me. I was sure if there was anyone around they would know of my presence, but there was nothing.
At the edge of the crushed rock was a plywood sidewalk that led to the unfinished home. Carefully, stepping onto the first sheet I navigated around the clumps of mud that littered each piece.
I followed the path until it brought me to the foundation, I climbed up the wooden ramp and stood amongst the framing. Glancing around I was able to determine the basic layout of the home. In my mind I saw the home as finished. It was beautiful with large windows and hardwood floors. Bookcases lining the walls filled with all my favorite titles.
As I walked between each 2x4 I saw colorful walls with family photos scattered around. There was furniture that screamed to be sat in, so warm and comfortable. The hardwood trim accented each room and there was a fireplace that was positioned on the far wall. I saw each cobblestone that made the hearth and mantle.
My mind wandered to the fire that blazed, it warmed the air around me. My heart began to pump wildly as I imagined a scene from one of my lost daydreams.
The faceless man I made up in my head would gently embraced me from behind. His warm breath would tickle my skin as he whispered words of love for only me. His hands would travel along my body caressing...
"Why are you here?" a voice demanded and ripped me from wandering mind.
I spun around and looked up to the face of the man who betrayed me, but more than that he also was the man that I had loved or still loved. Either way it didn't matter.
His eyes were still a vibrant green, but they looked different. Creases in the corners that branched outward as he slightly squinted while his brow shifted upward and made creases of its own.
Taller than I remembered him being he towered over me in an intimidating stance. A black knit cap covered his head and hid the unruly mop I remembered he had.
He was dressed casually in jeans and a heavy weight hoodie. Tan deerskin gloves covered his hands and a simple pair of workboots of the same color on his feet.
Obviously impatient he repeated himself. His tone was sharp and straight to the point. I was scared. Frightened of what I would say and frightened of what I would not say.
Fight or Flight. Fight or Flight. Fight or Flight.
The words repeated over and over in my mind. Deciding to go with the latter, I pushed past him. I stumbled through the first couple steps and collided into him. Embarrassed, I moved out of the way and kept walking.
One step , two steps, three steps...
"Bella. Wait. Don't go," the stern voice from before had softened mixed with some emotion, of what I couldn't place. The way my name fell from his lips brought back memories I wish I could erase forever.
My traitorous body stopped even though my mind screamed to run. I couldn't do this. I wouldn't do this. As much as I wanted to confront him about what happened between us I knew that it did not matter. The words he spoke that day in the quad. The day my heart stopped beating.
I was running late as usual for my Monday afternoon class. Edward still hadn't called so I decided to head over to his dorm on my way to the English building.
Worried that something may have happened to him as I walked through the enterance to the building I passed Riley who lived across the hall. Riley seemed like a good guy. He was always smiling and telling jokes.
"Hey Bella, on your way to see Eddie?" he joked using the name Edward loathed.
"Hi Riley. Actually I am. Have you seen him around?" I asked.
Riley smiled and pointed outside.
"Just saw him leave a few minutes ago with James and Austin. Probably on their way to lab?" he shrugged. I was not sure who James and Austin were, but then again I hadn't met any of his friends yet. All the time we spent was alone, together in his dorm.
I thanked him and headed out the doors. Glancing at my phone I knew I only had a few more minutes before I had to get to class.
I rounded the dormitory and saw him. Instant relief fell over me like a blanket knowing he was safe. My pace quickened until I was standing behind him. I said his name and he spun around.
"I have been so worried about you," I said. I moved my body toward his and he jerked his away.
"What are you doing?" he asked me. He was cold, almost mean.
Completely stunned I just looked at him making sure that I had not mistaken him for someone else. Green eyes, strong jaw, beautiful skin, locks of brown and bronze. It was him. I looked at him hoping that his body language would offer me some insight on his behavior.
"Edward is something wrong?" I asked almost afraid of his answer.
"What do you want?" he asked. His friends behind him began laughing, making jokes about stage five clingers and shit like that.
"I was worried when you didn't call me," I said.
"Why would I call you?" The softness of his features that was burned into my memory were nowhere to be found. His eyes were dark, no longer sparkled.
"Ummm...because you're my boyfriend and you said you would call me over the weekend," I answered him. I was kinda waiting for the punchline. I glanced down on my phone to check the date. Is it April 1st? What the fuck is going on?
"Your boyfriend? Did we hook up last weekend at Newton's? Honestly little one, I have no idea what you are talking about. Oh wait!" he paused for a moment. The two guys standing on each side of him were laughing. Mocking me.
"You are in my English Lit class aren't you? Did we have a study group together because I am pretty sure that I would never just fuck someone like you," his words were sharp.
One of the guys started to say something about getting my number so we could hook up later, but was quickly silenced by a glare Edward gave him.
"Edward, what is going on?" I whispered. Tears began to fill my eyes. My body was tense.
I am not really sure if I said anything else, but I started to walk backwards from him. My eyes were focused on his. I dropped my backpack as I tried to keep from the sobs from taking over my body.
There was a hand that touched my upper arm and I pulled away.
"Bella, are you alright?" a voice broke through the wall that was trying to keep the emotions from escaping.
Kneeling down I grabbed my back and turned to look at the person who was standing with me. I looked into the face of a girl. Unable to even speak, my friend grabbed my hand and pulled me down the concrete walk.
"Bella, I saw what happened. I am taking you back to your room, alright?"
I nodded my head and continued to look forward.
"Kathryn, what just happened?" I asked my friend as we walked together.
She shrugged her shoulders and pulled me along weaving in between the people who were walking around us.
"Why does it hurt so bad?" I asked her.
Kathryn's eyes were downcast, taking a breath she shook her head.
My mind quickly caught up and brought me back to this moment in which I had this opportunity to finally say all the things I have kept inside.
Hesitating slightly, I turned back toward the man who stood only a few feet away from me. This man, the same man whom I gave my heart to, had no idea the destruction he left behind.
My body tightened up as I rolled my shoulders back to stand up straighter. Hands clenched at my sides I made a decision.
"It took me three days to get out of bed. After that it was only two days until I began drinking to numb the pain. Liquor was never enough though, so I smoked some pot until I found that bumping a few lines was so much better. Thirty-two days after you left I was kicked out of school. On day thirty-six I overdosed and was sent to the hospital only to wake up to the news that I was pregnant, so how fucking dare you ask me for anything"
Edward looked at me, he started to open his mouth to speak.
"Don't you say a fucking word to me. You were right. I didn't know you then and certainly don't fucking want to know you now. It was a mistake to come out here. I just wanted to..."
The words stopped coming out, frustrated I screamed. The echo of my voice rang through the trees that surrounded us.
His arms started to move toward me, but I backed away. Remembering my mantra before I decided that it was time to stop running. Now was the time to fight.
I balled my fist and made sure to keep my thumb out. Pulling back I put everything I had into it as I swung toward his face.
The crack, the immense pain, then blackness took ahold of me.