For Real

For Real?

When we reached his house, no one was outside. I opened my own door and then tripped. Before I could hit the ground, his hands were holding me close. He rubbed my neck and back soothingly and finally I tired of crying. I did nothing to deserve what I got. I shook my head and then walked, hand-in-hand, into the beautiful white Cullen house. Emmet was sitting with Rosalie on the couch and when he saw the big bruise on my cheek, he burst out in laughter. Edward shot him a glare, but he didn't see. Edward left to get me some ice and talk to Carlisle. Emmett got up and walked over to me.

"So, Bella, what did you trip on this time?" he asked, still snickering. I jerked away from him and stalked into the dining room. I sat down and Emmett was frozen where he stood.

Just then, Jasper came down the stairs at vampire speed and stared at me. He threw a concerned glance at Rose and Emmett, then cautiously walked over to where I sat. He placed a hand on my shoulder and asked, "Bella? What's wrong? I've never felt you so torn up before – not even when he left. What could possibly be worse?"

I couldn't look up, but I didn't need to because Edward had joined the crowd, along with Esme and Carlisle, and quickly explained. Esme's hand shot to her mouth. "Oh, Bella!" She ran to me and hugged me. I shook her off, nicely.

"Excuse me. I'll be back." I left the room and trudged up to Edward's. I sat down on the bed and glared at the gold comforter. Suddenly, two freezing cold strong arms were around me and I felt so much better. I turned my head and cried again, staining his shirt. He rubbed my arms and tried soothing me with his velvet voice.

"Bella, I'm so sorry. I had no idea he would react like that. If you . . . want to call it all off, I understand. I won't make you do this." I could hear the pain and hurt in his voice as he said this.

"Edward," my voice was muffled because I was speaking into his broad chest, "I want to do this. I would marry you even if everyone hated me for it. You are the most important thing to me." He shook his head.

"What did I do to deserve someone so wonderful like you?" I shrugged. He laughed and kissed the top of my head. "How is your cheek? I could have him arrested for child abuse if you want."

I told him no. "He had his reasons. Even though he handled it the wrong way, I know he feels horrible about it now." At that moment, pixie Alice gracefully danced into the room, looking horrified.

"Bella! I am so sorry! I don't know why I didn't see it! Can you forgive me?" She pleaded for five minutes, me not being able to get a word in.

"Alice!" I finally screamed as loud as I could. "There is nothing you need to be sorry about. It wasn't your fault he hit me."

I could tell she was about to protest, but Edward said, "Could you please give me and Bella some privacy Alice? I think we should have some time alone." His icy stare scared me. She nodded and with one depressed look at me, she left. "Now, we have the whole house to ourselves." I looked at him questioningly. "Everyone went to talk to Charlie." He leaned in and his breath fanned across my face. "So, what would you like to do?"

He didn't give me time to answer. He pressed his lips to mine and I fell. My head landed on the pillow and he landed on top of me. He pressed down on me, but was careful not to let any of his weight fall and crush me. His lips moved together with mine. He rolled slightly until I was on top of him. My arms crushed him to me and I tried to pull his beautiful, bronze hair from his head. I slipped my tongue from my mouth and licked his lips, wanting entrance. Surprisingly, he granted my wish. My tongue met his and they massaged each other. His hands slid down my back and pressed me closer. Under my shirt his hands went. He took it off and threw it across the room. I unbuttoned his shirt and proceeded with sliding it off his shoulders.

He moved up my back and was about to unclasp my bra when I pushed myself up, off of him, and rolled onto the bed. My breathing was ragged and I tried to catch my breath. I almost went to far to go back. I glanced at him and he was up, his shirt unbuttoned but on, and then he raced from the room. Tears formed in my eyes as I realized I had hurt him by stopping. I put my shirt back on and searched the house. He was n0 where to be found. I sighed and fell onto the couch in the living room.

I closed my eyes and the next thing I know, I am being thrown off the couch, and onto the floor. I looked up and saw a raging Edward, looking violent and hurt and mad. He jumped on me and pinned me to the ground. His teeth were clenched. He leaned in and yelled in my face, "Why do you lead me on if you're just going to stop?! Do you really want to marry me because you love me or because you are playing a game with me? Did you ever love me enough to think of what you are doing to me when that happens? Did you ever love me at all?! From what I can tell, you never cared about me! Only your stupid werewolf lover Jacob Black!"

I stared at him in shock. He never mentioned Jacob to me. And what was he doing questioning my love for him? Did I care? How about did he care? If he did he wouldn't be doing this. Then, the family came in. They saw him and when they did, his brothers rushed at him and knocked him off of me. I scrambled up and watched them as they held him down. I also saw as he went back to the caring gentleman I fell in love with. I saw the shock and the anger in his eyes. But at himself this time. But it was only a glance. I ran out the door, throwing the ring I ripped off my finger onto the ground. I hopped in his car and the keys were still in there so I could drive off. I stopped when I knew I was far enough away. I debated where to go; I didn't want to go to Jacob, that would cause more pain for the both of us later on. I couldn't go to Charlie's. He had kicked me out. So I went to the one person I knew could comfort me. Angela Weber.