A/N
All of this belongs to Stephanie Meyers.
Chapter 10!
Wow this is going to be uploaded earlier than I thought! It's just really addictive lol.
EPOV for all of this.
Cliché
Chapter 10
The tears of acid rain that burnt through my shirt dried while I drove Bella to our beloved meadow. We were excused from school due to Bella being 'sick' and I using my effect on Mrs Cope, or 'dazzling' as Bella would call it, to drive her home. As I drove, I thought back to the first sickening letter which was a month prior.
"Do you have that CD I lent you still?" I asked Bella as I opened the car door for her while inside, it was the only way to do it as she believed that chivalry was dead. I guess that made me a vampire because it still lived on for me.
"What CD?" She asked, her thick eyebrows raising in confusion.
"The 'XX' one." I lent it to her when I discovered the band. They were great and Bella and I had very similar taste.
"Oh shit, yeah!" She exclaimed quietly. "It's in my locker I think." I opened the school door for her. "Thanks. Can you get it because I really need to pee." She blushed her lovely blush then proceeded by whispering her locker combination in my ear.
"Have a good one." I whispered when she left me to urinate. I couldn't see her face but I could tell her face was sporting a red colour. When I arrived at her locker, I successfully inputted the combo and looked for the CD. Her locker was barely organised, and I thought of setting Alice, the perfectionist, on Bella. I looked through the papers for my CD and found it, but a piece of paper had words that caught my eye like 'Whale', 'Bat Fastard' and 'Lardo'. I read through the whole thing and whoever wrote it promised they had intentions of doing this until Bella 'killed herself'. I crumpled the piece of paper. All I could see was red. I loved Bella. Like a sister. The idea of anyone hurting her killed me. As if on cue, when I turned around, Bella appeared. She took in my expression.
"Did I leave a scratch on the CD or something?" She asked slowly with worry in her tone. "I can buy a new one if you would like…"
"No, Bella. It's perfect." I made an expression which could be called smiling if you tilted your head the right way. And closed both eyes.
"Edward, can you honestly tell me what the fuck that was?" Bella's clear voice brought me back from my flashback.
Could I?
"This has been happening for around a month. I saw the first … letter … and I vowed to myself to always make sure that those letters were taken away from your locker before you arrived there." I said coldly, and calculating.
"Can I ask how?" Her voice cracked.
"No." The tone of my voice could not be argued with and ended the conversation. If she knew she would not trust me again. I paid some kid in another class to go to school early and remove hate mail if he saw any. I also paid for confidentiality.
Sometimes being rich had its advantages.
But today my accomplice was sick, and decided to tell me the day Bella goes to school by herself.
I pulled up in front of the trail and we walked the opposite way, as always. The sun was slightly shining and brought out the red strands in her mahogany hair. Hiking had not been Bella's thing at the beginning but now she was almost as good as me and took half the time she did at the beginning. She lost a minimal amount of weight but the forest air seemed to benefit her because her skin was now clearer and a glowing ivory which made her beautiful- not that she was not beautiful before. I found good qualities out of what many other people perceived as 'faults'. Her cheeks were chubby and adorable and I couldn't fathom how people never pinched or poked them, she had a small dimple on her left cheek when she smiled, and her eyes, which she found boring, were compelling and smouldering.
"The worst thing is." Bella started. We were sitting on the grass after an hour of hiking "The worst thing is that they were right. Whoever wrote it." I was about to tell her how wrong she was. How everything in that damn letter was the opposite of what she was but she put a finger to my lips rapidly. "Do you want to know why I'm so fucking fat?" She asked me, laughing darkly. I kept cautious and didn't say anything. I never saw that side of her before. Usually, when Bella was in a foul mood, she was like a kitten thinking it was a tiger. Now, tigers would be afraid of her. "I'm not going to tell you, Edward. Because it would ruin everything between us. But just know, I'm not who you think I am. So never try to defend me, because I deserve it all and worse." She spat. The small, angry figure got up quickly and stormed out of the meadow and back into the forest. I followed her into the green and caught up with her.
"Bella, there's not one particle on this planet and beyond that could possibly ruin what's between us." She snorted and stopped to face me. Her brown eyes were widened and sad, deeper than the oceans filled with water.
"You don't know that Edward." She said softly.
"But I do." I whispered back, happier that she somewhat calmed down. She rolled her bottomless, brown eyes and stalked off, tripping after 15 seconds.
Clumsy Bella
"Oh, you poor thing." Esme sighed, stroking Bella's curly hair. Bella fell asleep on the sofa after half an hour of coddling. My mom turned to me with sympathetic eyes that matched mine "Do you know who it is?" We drove to my house after the meadow to meet my mother and Emmett at home, probably gossiping like cats. My mother basically raised Emmett since he was two, when his parents died in a car crash.
"Believe me, if I knew who it was, they wouldn't be doing it anymore." I stated coldly.
"I second that, Eddie. No-one messes with Belly. I would kick their ass so hard, their great grandchildren would come out of the womb bruised." I looked over at Emmett eating two of Bella's sympathy muffins my mother made her at the same time, knowing him that could actually be possible.
"Language, Emmett." My mother scolded lightly, smiling.
"Sorry, Mrs C. Your food is just so good it makes me high enough to output such horrible vocabulary." She grinned in response.
"What are you even doing here?" I whined, knowing the answer. Emmett came to my house about thrice a week to just eat but got away with it because he flattered the fuck out of her cooking. We were close, so he never took my drags seriously.
"Well, I was in the neighbourhood and I needed to pee."
"You live in Port Angeles." Port Angeles was a bigger town about an hour away from Forks. Well half an hour if you drove at Emmett's speed.
Sometimes I seriously considered calling the police on his driving as he never seemed to get ticketed for it.
"Moot point." He stuck out his pink tongue and scoffed down another muffin. I really felt sorry for Rosalie sometimes.
"Edward." Bella muttered. I thought she woke up but a soft snore erupted from her.
"Someone take her to her room, she must be exhausted." Esme murmured. We had three spare rooms in my house, and one of them basically belonged to Bella due to the amount times she slept in there.
"I'll take her." Emmett offered. A sudden wave of possessiveness flushed through me.
"I've got it." I smiled politely at him. I tried to pick her up, but she was heavy. Emmett appeared behind me, grinning and I grudgingly moved to the right, letting him pick her up and walked with them upstairs. Emmett finally released her onto the bed and went back downstairs. Probably to eat a cow or something.
I tucked her in softly, watching her body raise and lower in sleep. After around fifteen minutes, a lock of hair dangled on her face, irritating her and I saw her nose was scrunching. She fidgeted in her sleep, unconsciously trying to remove the hair. I watched, amused until I saw she was about to wake up. I stroked it back with the rest of her tendrils and she sighed peacefully. "I love you, Edward." She muttered. I knew she wasn't awake because she never told me that even though I always told her. She seemed to have a problem with that word- even with her Mom so I knew it wasn't personal. I beamed at her proclamation even though it was in her sleep and kissed her on her rosy cheek.
"I love you too, silly girl. You're the sister I never had." I whispered to her. I got up to leave and stood at the door for five minutes, watching her in her sleep which would never be, couldn't possibly be, as deep as her chocolate eyes.
Oh Ms Believer, My pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder
Inside your head, than the winter of dead
I will tell you I love you
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
My nose and feet are running as we start
To travel through snow, together we go
A/N
'Like a sister' pretty harsh, Edwardo.
The song at the end (Oh Ms Believer- Twenty One Pilots) is actually the song that inspired me to write this fanfic and I thought the lyrics of the first verse went with this chapter beautifully and I'll tell you why.
Oh Ms Believer- if you pronounce it, it sounds like misbeliever which is what Bella is. She believes she's not beautiful and that she's a horrible person which is misbelieving.
My pretty sleeper- Double meaning. She found peace in Edward and also she's sleeping lol.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road- Her mind is dangerous and can cause accidents like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder inside your head, than the winter of dead- A common symptom of anxiety is shaking, Bella's anxiety in this shows that the inside of her mind is not safe and can kill like the winter of dead.
I will tell you I love you, but the muffs on your ears will cater your fears- Edward tells her he loves her, but she built a wall to protect herself from hurt like how we wear muffs to protect us from the cold.
My nose and feet are running as we start to travel through snow, together we go- Her coldness has infected Edward and now his nose is running because he has a cold from being with her so much. He wants to travel through snow with her to take her to a better place. Which he will at the end.
Well that's enough of me. Thanks for reading, fairies.
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