"Wake her up, Carlisle! Why is she sleeping?" I demanded. My patience was growing thin.
"Let her body get used to the lack of alcohol. Her stomach is very sore, Edward. You must be patient. Let her rest."
Esme nodded her head, and then drove me away from my angel.
"I don't understand why I have to be away from her." I stated, huffing and sitting down on the very edge of the couch.
If even one little noise was heard, I wanted to be the first to be there.
Esme sat down on the other end of the couch, and Jasper sat down in one of the chairs. Emmett and Rosalie sat in the loveseat, and Carlisle, his face weathered looking and distraught, sat down in the other chair, placing his head in his hands.
I will never ever forget this. This is just too much. I can't even imagine how Edward is feeling. Carlisle thought, looking up at me.
"Not too well myself, Carlisle." I nodded my head as Alice walked into the room, her eyes glued to the floor.
Don't make eye contact. Don't make eye contact. Don't make eye contact. She thought as she glanced up for a little bit.
"Alice, the only seat available is right next to me." I patted the couch, the seat that Bella normally took, "You'll have to talk about it sometime."
She sighed and took her seat next to me. "I told you I was sorry!" She blurted out, staring at me with saddened, topaz eyes.
"I know." I said, and Emmett interrupted whatever Alice was going to say.
"What are we gonna do about Black?"
"Already took care of him." I responded, quickly.
"I know, but what about his pack? We're now officially in war. He crossed the line." He stabbed a finger at me, and I growled.
"We're not going to do anything." Esme stated, standing up as if she was prepared to give a lecture on the situation. "If the pack does nothing, then that means they thought nothing of it. We were just trying to protect our family. And Bella is family. We-"
A low groan was heard, and I perked my head up. "Bella!" I ran to her side just as she was starting to open up her eyes.
"Edward." She moaned, "I hurt."
Bella's POV
Everything hurt. My stomach, especially. I had a horribly headache, and I felt that the lunch that I had earlier today, which consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, would come back up out of my throat. I groaned in pain, and I felt two strong, cold arms wrap around me, and the table that was under me was gone.
"Where am I?" I groaned, and then gasped. My voice didn't sound like me! I spoke in a sickly tone, and my throat was unexplainably dry. I felt as if I was spitting out sand as words! I coughed, and Edward tightened his grip on me.
"You're at my house. With the rest of the Cullen's."
"Alice. Rosalie." I moaned; I needed to talk to them. I needed to tell them that I was sorry for ditching them, and that I would never do it again, but I just didn't have that kind of energy. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"To my room." He stated simply, and I could tell that he was upset. I didn't mean to hurt him, I really didn't. But if I didn't mean to hurt him, then I wouldn't have gone to the party, right? I moaned again; that was the biggest mistake I'd ever made. We reached his room, and he set me down on the ground, wrapping an arm around my waist to make sure I didn't fall.
"Let's get you changed." Edward quietly said in that velvet voice of his.
"But I don't have any clothes."
"Just wear mine." He said, handing me a blue blouse and a pair of, which looked like they had never been used, black sweat pants. Thank you, they had a draw string. "Lift your leg up." I looked down and realized that he was putting on my clothes. Or, his clothes. I lifted my leg up, placing a hand on his hard shoulder to keep my balance. The warm, fleece material comforted my leg, and I sighed in content. "Lift the other one." He commanded, and I lifted up my other leg. Once his sweats were on, he unzipped my dress, and I smiled.
Only if I wasn't complete hung over would I have taken advantage of this moment. He pulled the dress over my head, revealing my white bra to him. He placed his hands on my bare hips, causing a shiver of enjoyment to go up and down my body.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered into my ear, placing his chin on my shoulder.
"Edward, Bella, I-" Carlisle walked into the room, and Edward quickly let go of me. I blushed and turned away as Carlisle and Edward seemed to be having a silent conversation.
"No." Edward said to Carlisle, and I blushed again. "Yes, I know." I stared at them. I wish I knew what Carlisle was thinking! "All right, I will. Thank you." Carlisle nodded at me, and then left the room, shutting the door behind him.
"What did he say?"
"He told me not to finally take your virtue in this state. And he also told me to go easy on you, if I was to yell." I glanced down at the floor as he slipped on the blue, over-sized blouse. Then, my feet weren't on the ground anymore, and I was in his arms.
I can't believe that I actually let down him, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.
He laid me down on his black couch, and sat down next to me. "Edward I…I…" hot tears fell down my face, and I buried it in the golden pillow.
"Bella, love, don't cry."
"But I disobeyed you! I…I…I snuck out!"
"I know you did, love." He began stroking my hair with his cold fingers. He hadn't seen my tears yet. "And I am very disappointed in you. I thought you were better than that."
"I'm sorry." I looked up at him, his topaz eyes bore into mine, and I smiled through my tears, "I missed that topaz." He lifted a cold finger to my face and whipped my tears away with one swift movement.
"And I missed you."
I smiled, and he pulled me into his embrace, my cheek crushing into his chest. I had to wince to get rid of the pain that was surging through my stomach. He kissed me on the forehead, and then laid me back down onto the couch, bringing a blanket up to my neck.
"Are you still hurting, Bella?" He asked, and I nodded my head. I couldn't deny this type of truth. I had to be sincere. I had done enough lying to the Cullen's then my heart could take. "Where?"
"I have a headache, and my stomach is unbelievably sore. It hurts to sit up."
"I'll get Carlisle. See if he has any medication." He kissed me lightly on the lips, and then left the room, shutting the door quietly.
I looked around his room. It's just as beautiful as he was. They had gotten rid of the king sized bed though, I'd have to ask Alice why. Maybe they just put it in storage.
Oh god, Alice.
I feel so horrible, ditching her. It was all my fault. Everything was my fault. The headache that felt like Emmett was slamming a baseball bat into my head was my fault. How my stomach felt as if it was going to explode was my fault.
A thud against the window brought my attention away from my thoughts. I cringed, sitting up and staring at the window. There was a shadow. It must be nothing though. I lay back down, and then the window opened, and the shadow crawled in. I squinted my eyes so I could try to identify the figure; Edward hadn't bothered to turn on the light. Okay, so the shadow more like limped in.
They turned and stared at me, the moonlight shining on my face, making me easily recognizable. That better not be the Volturi! I brought the blanket up closer to my neck, and my heart was banging in my chest.
They stepped towards me, "EDWARD!" I screamed out, and they quickly stepped closer towards me, so that they were in the light.
It was Jake.
"Sh, shh! Bella, it's me! Jake!" He said, smiling at me.
"Jake what are you doing here? Are you insane?" I asked, and before he could answer, Edward's bedroom door slammed open, and he was standing there, his hands in fists, a murderous look on his face.
I know, it's rather short, but please review! And thank you EVERYONE who's supported my story so far! Another two chapters, and this will probably be done with! Thank you, and review!