A/n Sorry , I know its been forever since I last updated and this chapters really short, but more is on the way. I don't really like this chapter, but please tell me what you think of it. I'm really sorry for how long this has taken, but things have been crazy. Thing with my aunt are bad, I go back to school tomorrow and I have exams in 2 weeks. Joy. Also my best 'friend' has been making my life hell, turning all my friends against me. My life is so great. Anyway, Enjoy….
Chapter 10
We sat there like that for 2 hours. she didn't fall asleep, just carried on crying.
It didn't feel real. I would never have imagined that this would happen. I couldn't believe it, and the guilt was unbearable. It was my fault, I had done this to her. When I left, I broke her heart, I thought she could get over it, forget I existed. I had just caused her pain and trouble in the past, I thought she'd eventually be glad I left.
She could have lived a normal happy, human life and had things I could never have given her. I thought it was the right thing to do…..but she loved me. Like I loved her. But I left, and when I went, the girl I knew disappeared. I made her who she is now. Lost, broken and hating life.
I looked down at her, her beautiful face scrunched up as if in pain.
"Bella" I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
I got no reply." Bella" I said again, louder this time. We needed to sort things out, I wanted her to let me in, talk to me.
She grumbled in response." We have to go, come on" I was sure talking about all this was going to be difficult enough, without having to be in this house that would just remind her of her farther and upset her even more.
Her eyes opened at that, and she looked at me warily. "Why"
I hugged her closer to me again, my head resting on hers." You know why. We are going to have to talk about this, I know you don't want to, it will be hard but I promise you everything is going to be okay"
I stood up, placing her on her feet and stood in the doorway. I held my hand out to her waiting for her to take it. She looked at it, then back round at the emptiness of her room. She bit her lip, probably wondering what would happen if she decided not to come with me.
Slowly, she made up her mind and grabbed my hand.
She followed me out to her truck, I got in the drivers seat before she had the chance and we started driving
BPOV
We sat like that for ages, I just sat and cried in his lap. I cried even harder when I realized how pathetic I must have looked, I had broke down right in front of him. I couldn't stop the tears that soaked into his shirt. Life was just so hard.
He called my name twice before I finally answered him, he told me we had to go. He wanted to talk. Great. Why do people always think talking is going to solve a problem? The problem will still be there, you'll just be even more embarrassed because everyone will know everything. How could that possibly help anyone?
"Why" It was obvious really, but I had to ask.
He hugged me closer to him " You know why, we are going to have to talk about this, I know you don't want to, it will be hard but I promise you everything is going to be okay."
I was going to protest, but I knew it wouldn't help. I had begged him to kill me, so he was probably going to do anything to help me. I didn't want help though. I just wanted to end it. End the pain and just be free. Was that to hard to understand?
He got up and stood in the doorway, holding his hand out for me to take. He wasn't really giving me a choice, he was going to make me go with him one way or another, he just wanted me to feel like I had chosen to go with him. I took it anyway, and followed him out to my truck.
He drove a slowly as he possibly could, probably waiting for me to say something, but I stayed silent, staring out the window. Just because he wanted me to talk didn't mean I had to. And I didn't have to listen to whatever they had to say. I knew what I was doing and I knew what I wanted, they just didn't understand.
After 15 minutes of uncomfortable silence we arrived at his house. I tried not to panic. They all probably knew what was going on, this was going to suck.
Walking to the door, I quickly thought of any chance of escape, while keeping my face emotionless. I would not let them see how hard this was going to be for me.
Just as I decided to simply run from them he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and was walking me into the house. They were all sitting in the living room, and all the heads turned to look at me as I came in. I just couldn't stand the looks in the eyes, so I just focused on my feet. This was going to be hell.
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