A/n I was wondering how to write this chapter for quite a while...
"Hi, Bella!" Angela's voice sounded absurdly cheery on the phone, whe I answered it.
"Hey, Angela" I couln't bring myself to be as enthusiastic. " How are you?" I felt I should at least try to be social. But of course, Angela picked up on that , as soon as she heard my tone. "Bella" She began..." What's up?"
"Oh nothing....nothing..." I feigned a yawn. " I'm just tired.." Even as I moved, my muscles groaned . They were sore. I walked into the bathroom, still holding the phone. Jason had left that morning. Automatically, my eyes flicked up to the mirror. I gasped as I took in my appearance. Dark bruises were spread around my eyelids. I looked like a panda.
"Oh....shiiiit..."
"Bella?" Oh, crap, Angela. What on earth was I going to say to her? " Bella, Bella, are you alright? "
Oh,my lower lip was cut. I leaned forwards to inspect it further. It didnt look good. " I'm ........I'm fine, Angela.." Don't ask me why I was lying to her, but a part of me, couldn;t bare the thought of Angela knowing what really happened between jason and me.
Unfortunately, I forgot how clever Angela was. " Bella, you dont sound good. I'm coming over." When we had met in the cafe, the day before, naturally, I had told her where I lived.
"Oh, no, Angela, you dont have to do that-"
"Look, Bella-"
"I'm fine-"
"Bella, please, I dont-"
"You don't have to come-"
"Oh, yes I do-"
Shit. She had hung up on me.
I was in trouble. Quickly, I dashed back into the bedroom, to yank out my bedroom drawer, and grabbed out my make up bag. Maybe, if I could just, put on a bit of foundation, maybe a LOT of concealer....
Ten minutes later
The door rang.
I walked to get it, at the slowest possible pace I could.
When I opened the door, Angela took one look at me, and gasped. " Oh, holy- Bella, what happened?"
I guess I hadn't put on enough concealer. Crap.
"I ......I ...." I looked down, not daring to look at her in the eye. i just couldnt bring myself to see her expression, and know that it was all my fault.
"Do, do you want a coffee...?" I began bustling around, aware that her eyes were on me.
Suddenly, I felt her arms around my shoulders. " I think you need to sit down, Bella" To my surprise, I saw that tears streaked down my cheeks. I sat down, while Angela looked at me , worriedly. "Bella...I need to know. What's with all the ..." she gestured to my face, wordlessly.
I cant think! Quick, say something!
"Um...I ...fell..." I knew my reply was crap, but honestly, I couldn't think of anything else, while she was staring at me. Angela looked at me sceptically. " Bella..you and I both know, that's not what happened-"
I looked at her pleadingly. " Please, Ange-"
She shook her head. "Bella, look at you. You look terrible, you should give Jason a ring, I'm sure he'd want-"
"No!" She looked at me. " No. Angela." I shook my head. It was too late. Understanding flooded Angela's face. "Oh my God.." she gasped. "Jason? He did that to you? "
I didnt say anything, and she took that as confirmation.
"Bella, we have to go to the police. He cant get away with this.."
"No! Angela, if I do that to him, Jason is going to go insane. I can't do it."
I watched as she suddenly began rummaging in her bag. Producing a small card, she left in on the table. " I want you to go and see this guy. "
"Why? I dont need any help"
The look on her face was full of pity.
"I think you do, Bella. Please, please go see him. "
Hugging me one last time, she left.
I looked down at the card in my hands.
Edward Cullen
Underneath this, was a address, and a phone number.
I couldn't believe it. Angela was sending me to a psycologist.
Review if you wanna know what happens in the next chapter!
I think you have a idea, though.
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