This chapter isn't really long, but its sort of deep. Bella and Edward go to talk to Colette and Colette's reaction is quite intresting. Sorry i didn't add anything about the werewolves to this chapter, but the two side stories (Colette and then the werewolves) will finaly cobmine in the next chapter. thanks for reading.
Bella had her eyes squeezed shut her pulse beating threateningly quick as her and Edward pulled into the college campus parking lot.
The last time Bella had been here she had been dropping Colette off and had been so sad to let her go. This time Bella was almost terrified and ashamed to see her own daughter.
Edward was holding Bella at his side and practically supporting all of her weight. Bella was shaking and there was a guilty look plastered to her face.
Edward stroked Bella's hair and led her towards Colette's dorm. The pair stopped dead outside of Colette's door afraid of the events that would unfold. Edward wrapped softly at the door and they waited for a response.
Luckily it was Colette that answered, and her two roommates were no where around.
Colette stopped and glared at her mother and ex-boyfriend holding onto each other. She turned and slammed the door in their faces.
Bella released Edward and opened the door slowly, her natural instincts were to take care of her daughter first.
"Go away." Demanded Colette her voice shaky.
Bella walked over and hugged her daughter, Colette shoved her away not wanting to be touched.
Bella looked down at Colette, she was a mess. Colette's hair was unbrushed and her eyes were a deep red, almost like a vampire's. But her eyes were red from endless tears and a lack of sleep.
Bella took a step back and held in a tiny gasp, this was not the same Colette she had dropped off at college only a few months before. What had she done to her own daughter, how could this all have happened.
Edward appeared soundlessly at Bella's side, his face blank showing no emotion.
Colette glared hostilely at both of them, but it was clear to all three of all of them that she died deep inside to reach out and touch Edward and to be with him again.
Colette's glare softened as she allowed her gaze to wander across Edward's perfect figure. It wasn't until Bella spoke that she regained her hard mask-like composure.
"Darling," Bella started struggling for words, "We need to talk to you about something."
Colette's eyes shot to Bella, her eyes hard and icy like daggers driving into Bella's own eyes.
Bella stopped and stuttered over her words deeply hurt by the hatred her daughter was showing her.
"I don't want to talk to either of you ever again, but if you will leave then go ahead and just spit out what ever you want to say, so then I can get back to my life with out either of you." Colette spat at her mother.
Bella pulled Colette over to her bed so they were sitting facing each other. Edward wandered over and stood behind Bella's shoulder.
"Sweetie," Bella smiled.
"Just get on with what ever you wanted to say." Said Colette sternly.
"I just want you to know that I love you and will respect whatever you choose." Bella promised her daughter.
Colette rolled her eyes, "Will you please just say it already! How much longer must we drag this out for?!"
Bella sighed, "I wanted to ask you if you were okay if Edward changed me into a vampire so we could be together forever?"
Colette wanted to gag, wanted to scream. She wanted to pound her fist into both of their faces, she didn't care if Edward was like a stone, she wanted to hurt him, kill him.
How could he do this, how could he take her own mother away from her? Bella was the last thing Colette had, and now she was leaving too.
Edward once told Colette he loved her, it was clear to Colette now that if Edward had ever once possibly loved her then he wouldn't be putting her through this, this hell. No hell would be better, hell wouldn't be this painful, Collette quickly decided.
Colette's face changed from a hostile glare to a perfectly blank slate with no hint of emotion. She didn't dare do or say any of the things she was dying to. She kept everything perfectly hidden inside, "Of course mom if you two really," she paused choking on her words, "love each other than that's what makes sense, right? I approve."
Edward finally spoke, "Thank-you Colette we will never forget you and you will never know how much this means to me, means to the both of us. And I really do love your mother."
Colette gave Edward an almost convincing fake smile, 'Oh don't worry Edward, trust me, I know how much it means to you, and my mother." Colette wanted so badly to scream, /because I know how much I would mean to me!!/ But she didn't she sat in silence just nodding her head.
Bella hugged her daughter, "Thank-you so much, and I won't be able to actually spend time with you for a few years until my bloodlust isn't as strong and I'm more controlled, but I will keep in touch I promise. And Colette I love you more than anything."
Colette hugged her mother back, "I know mom I love you too."
The moment brought tears to both of their eyes. They hugged a single more time and Bella kissed her daughter softly, "Good-bye, and I love you."
Colette's hatred for her mother died in an instant, this was the women who had raised her who had taken care of her all her life. And she wouldn't be able to see her for many, many, many more years if ever again at all.
"I love you to mom." Colette smiled, hugging her tightly to her body. Colette doubted Bella would ever be strong enough in Colette's life time to be able to hug her like this again.
Bella embraced her daughter back and the two sat like this for many moments, this could very likely be the last time they could ever touch, ever truly be with each other. Bella kissed her daughter on the forehead.
"I love you, I love you, I love you so much…" Bella repeated over and over again into her daughter's ear.
Finally the two let go and kissed each other good-bye one more time. And with Edward supporting Bella they left for good.
The second the door closed Colette broke down. Worse than before, worse then all of the other times put together. It was really over, not only had she lost Edward, but now her mother was gone too and that was by far the worse part.
She had nothing; she had no one to comfort her. Everyone lost, her life was a mess.
Colette stood and stared at herself in the mirror and spoke allowed to herself, "Why am I not good enough, why can no one love me?"
Colette didn't know how to respond to the hatred and depression that clung to her every last being.
She looked down at her hands where they were grasping onto her desk. Her knuckles had gone white and the side of the desk was digging deeper and deeper into her skin as she struggled to find something solid, something that wouldn't change or drop right form beneath her.
She paused and pulled her hands slowly away from the desk and looked at the imprints the desk had created.
The marks on her hands slowly faded, leaving only the tiniest of traces that would disappear in a minute or so. Only if the her other problems would disappear so easily.
Colette's eyes wildly flew around the desk, around the room, until she spotted the thing she was looking for. A sickening idea had come to her mind. She was afraid of what her mind was thinking, but she was to numb to depressed to fight against her sudden will.
The scissors she had bought were lying on the side table near her bed. She picked them up running her finger cautiously over the open blade.
The scissors were still new, still sharp. This fact made Colette afraid, made her smile.
Colette played with them, being carful not to let the blades break her skin.
Then she paused and looking down and her wrist she brought the blade to a hault over it. Colette lowered the scissors until one of the silver metal blade were making contact with her delicate skin.
She pressed down once softly, nothing happened. She hadn't pressed hard enough to do any damage. She could turn back now, she could stop now harm had been done.
She closed her eyes and this time and memories rushed around her mind. She thought of Edward and how much she had loved him. How he left her for her own mother, she thought of how Mika had tried twice to rape her, and thought about all the trouble her parent's divorce had caused.
And it was enough, the second time she brought the blade to her skin; a deep wide gash broke across her wrist. Colette dropped the bloody scissors onto her bed and starred at the blood trickling down her arm.
She sat down and just watched the blood flow, doing nothing to stop it, doing nothing, but feel the pain and the warm blood running over her.
Deep and sort of depressing i know. Cutting is a serious problem with teens today, and IT IS NOT A REAL WAY TO FIX THINGS!! but pelase keep reading and commenting!!