Promise Me One Thing

Chapter 3:Tears, Pain, and Love.

Disclamer: We all own nothing. Sorry.

Warnings: Slash (duh!) so don't like, don't read. The beginnings of some femslash, language, and adult themes. Also, Clarissa's only 13 and Bella's like, 23 or something now so yeah…

(Bella's P.O.V.)

"So let me summarise. You two," I say, pointing towards Jacob and Edward. Pain and jealousy shots through my heart like an arrow when I see Edward's arm tighten around Jacob's waist. "Are going to Carlisle to ask him if he knows of another werewolf and vampire relationship. While you are doing something, Clarissa and I will be sitting here doing nothing. Is that correct?" I glare at my ex-boyfriend.

He sits as still as a statue, ignoring my frown. "You make it sound worse than it is. We only want to protect you both," he murmurs.

Clarissa stands and looks at Edward. Her face is emotionless, and after a second she leaves the room. Edward sighs, and Jacob whispers quietly in his ear. I get up quickly when they kiss, and tears gather in my eyes.

I wander around their house, poking my head into rooms while I pass. I know I shouldn't be doing this, as it's an invasion of Edward and Jacob's privacy. However, I'm too angry to care. 'Why did I give him up?' I ask myself. 'He could have forgotten about Jacob. We could have been together,'

I find myself in a room filled with art supplies. Clarissa is there, her black hair falling down to her waist. Her skin was very pale, almost as pale as my own. She sits in front of an easel, sketching a scene. I take a few steps forward. Her hand moves nearly too fast for me to see, but the sketch is so detailed. A woman is sitting on a window ledge, her hand reaching towards an angel, too far away for her to touch. The angel is beautiful, and his wings are stretched out beside her. She's adding the finishing touches to the sketch when I gasp slightly. She stares at me, and I see tears rolling down her cheeks.

"What do you want?" she whispers quietly. Her voice shows so much emotion. When I heard her speak, my heart broke.

"Why do you have a problem with them leaving? They'll be back," I murmur. I want to wrap my arms around her, make her tears stop.

"It's not that my parents are leaving. I'm okay with that, because I know that they're trying to fix all of this," she said, biting her lip. "My problem is the fact that they need to leave. That the Volturi are coming for us. Fucking homophobic bitches! Why does it matter who you love, as long as the love is pure? Fuck…" Clarissa groans, her head falling into her hands. I decide it doesn't matter that we just met, and I pull her into my arms. She sobbs into my shoulder, and I whisper in her ear.

"It'll be okay. Everything will be fine. The Volturi will see that it's a good thing that they're wrong, and that Edward and Jacob are perfect together. It'll be okay…" I keep on repeating that until her tears stop. I let her go, and smile.

"So what did you think at Edward?" I asked, smirking.

She blushes. "I, uh... I told him to go to hell and go fuck a horse. I called him a horrible father as well," I smile, and her blush deepens.

"Come on, lets go downstairs," I say. She holds my hand as we walk to the kitchen, and we stumble on Jacob and Edward making out. We stare as Jacob practically inhales Edward's face, too shocked to say or do anything. Edward bites down on Jacobs neck, moaning as he swallows a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Edward… please…" Jacob says breathlessly. My jaw drops, and I hear the sound of a zipper going down.

Clarissa squeaks, and screams, "Holy crap! I'm scarred! Scarred for life!" She covers her eyes, and whispers, "Please tell me I did not just see that,"

I giggle, and then cover my mouth. 'Why is this funny for me?' I think. 'Shouldn't I be crippled in emotional pain, or something?' I catch Edward's glance, and he looks just as confused as me.

Sorry for the late update! I have no reason for me not posting in so long. Sorry, yet again. I have something to ask of you all, even though I don't deserve anything from anyone… Please tell me how I can improve my writing! I'm auditioning for a school of arts, for their literary program, and I really need help. Also, Yay! for some Jakeward love. : ) I hope you liked this, and review please!

I noticed some grammar mistakes so I fixed them, sorry!

(About the length of this chapter, sorry, but as soon as I post this, I'll be writing another chapter.)