Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
-Leonard Cohen, Canadian folk Singer, Song Writer, Poet and Novelist.
Bella POV
I need to stop this.
I need to stop running away.
Fuck.
After that day, I went home and Charlie was in a chipper mood. He had a lot of work that day so he didn't drink like he normally did. But in no way was he the old Charlie. He just wasn't violent. He still slurred his words a little, but he noticed that I was crying.
"I'll kick that Cullen boyyys assss if you liiike."
His exact words.
Well, at least he was more understanding when the school called. He said to not let it happen again. But it was not one bit violent.
Here and there a little bit of old Charlie will show, but for the most part, old Charlie was long gone.
I'd gotten through my classes that day. Except for today at lunch I'd noticed Edward staring at me. He looked so sad and regretful, like he really did regret everything.
It would usually hurt me to see Edward this way, but I felt nothing.
Biology came. The class that I fret going to all day.
Edward was unusually silent, I mean for the great "Edward Cullen" to be silent is an achievement. I suppose its because he didn't know anyone. And he pretended that he didn't know me.
We had to work together to look at onion root cells through a microscope and tell was phase it was.
This meant that I would somehow have to find it in me to talk to Edward. And possibly without sounding vile.
"Prophase," I mumbled.
He looked through it and nodded in agreement.
That was our last slide. We'd both finished before everyone. I suppose its because we both had been paying extra attention to Mr. Banner.
Edward was scribbling on his paper in what I thought was boredom, but it turns out that it was out of nervousness.
He cleared his throat. "Bella, I really would like to talk to you sometime."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The nerve on him. I looked him straight in the eye. I didn't really know what to say. I mean there was so much to say, but such a simple question like that…it was as if he was acting like I was some new girl that he wanted to get to know. He already knew me. But he threw that away, because knowing me obviously showed no significance to him.
I reached for the last slide, choosing to ignore him. But my traitorous sleeve slid down a bit, revealing my bruises for Edward to see. I snatched my hand down, but he saw it. I know he did. Because he sat there with his eyes widened.
"Where'd you get that?" He choked out.
"I don't have to explain anything to you," I said, tears welling up in my eyes, looking away.
"Bella, what happened?" he demanded.
I picked up my books and left the room.
He followed me. Of course he did. This was juice that he could sell to all of his friends for some popularity points.
"Bella, please. Tell me. I need to know." I heard him behind me. I tried my hardest to fight the tears, but they streamed down my face.
I turned around. "Why? Its not like you care about me anymore."
That's all I said. That's the most I've said in a while…to anyone. I ran away before he could reply. I didn't need this. He had no right to question anything in my life. Because he was out of it now.
xoxo, B.