Back to Bella, here we go.
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Bella POV
I woke with something heavy on top of me and my eyes snapped open. Someone heavy. Had it all been a dream, was I underneath James in that damn ritzy hotel? Tears sprung to my eyes and I turned my head to look at Mr. Hunter.
Since when did he have copper hair? I looked around the room and found myself back wonderland. Except that my wonderland didn't consist of having men on top of me. I could feel his hand trailing down onto my thigh, I didn't think. My fist connected with what I hoped was his face and I felt his weight leave the bed. There was a low thud.
I jumped up onto my feet on the other side of the grand bed, prepared for a fight. All I could hear was the groaning of copperhead on the other side of the bed. He thought I was just a whore he could crawl into bed with, well he would think twice next time.
I was ready to give him the beat down of the century when there was a knock on the door. I could hear copperhead mumbling about something broken. I could have cared less until the door was opened and the light flickered on seamlessly.
I ran towards the door waiting for another attacker but it was Esme. She looked concerned and confused and all I could do was point to the side of the bed. I looked now to see it was her son with copper hair. He was on the floor, his hand over his face and blood oozing between his fingers. Dirty fuck deserved more than that.
I wanted to be upset and I wanted to hit him some more but he looked lost. His eyes were flicking from me to the bed then to his mother. He sure could act. Before I could blink twice he was on his feet his hands in front of him and he was shaking his head.
"I didn't know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He was panicking and back up against the wall. Someone came up behind me, it was Alice. She gently placed her hands on my shoulders as if I was a skittish animal. I didn't know what was going on. Were they making me leave because I had hit him?
Alice led me out of the room and into another one farther down the hall, I could still hear copper head apologizing profusely. She sat me in an armchair as Rosalie followed into the room and closed the door. Copper head's voice disappeared. Rose kneeled down in front of me and placed her hands on my knees. I wasn't sure what to think of the gesture but I didn't refuse. She was looking at me the way Esme had earlier, her head cocked to the side.
"Are you okay?" I couldn't answer her so I nodded my head. "Bella, I need you to tell me if my brother did anything to you." Wait what? She was taking my side in this? I glanced over and saw Alice watching me through the mirror on the wall. They were on my side… But he was their brother. I looked back at Rosalie and stood up from the chair.
"He didn't do anything." I said confidently.
"I had a few drinks, I forgot she was there. I didn't mean it." I could hear him yelling from the hall and other muffled voices were drowning him out. Rosalie was staring at the door over her shoulder as she stood up.
"I'm tired." It was all I said as I walked out of the room and back to the spare. Rosalie didn't say anything but Alice offered her bed to me. I closed my door to block out the voices and walked over to the bed.
After sometime I crawled across the sheets and curled up but I couldn't sleep. My mind kept replaying his hands fumbling over my body. It gave me the chills. His hands had been on me, how could he had missed me there. I laid there staring at the ceiling for ages before my eyelids began to drop. I welcomed sleep with open arms.
Edward, formerly known as copper head was nowhere to be seen for the next few weeks. Esme told me that he was taking some time to work on his music. He was a pianist. I wondered though, if he was gone because of me. Obviously he had left the night that I had slugged him for feeling me up, but I thought maybe he was just at work.
I had wanted an explanation but no one seemed to want to give me one. To fill in the next few weeks Esme and the girls had brought me shopping. It was a dreadful thing but finally I had what they all thought was a decent amount of clothes. I had seen the receipt though, it all had costed a pretty penny. I wouldn't have minded Good Will however that might've cramped their style. Rose had me helping out in the kitchen every once in a while but everyone seemed tense and reserved. Carlisle and Jasper were polite and kind and Emmett made jokes but it all seemed strained to me. They were keeping a distance like they were afraid I would say something or do something.
Was it my fault? Had I broken up their family because of what I had done? But… I hadn't done anything, I mean, besides punching Edward in the face.
I was helping Alice fold clothes when we heard some sort of commotion in the front room. Alice shrugged her shoulders but I wasn't convinced. I stepped away, telling her I was going to grab a glass of water. She offered to get it for me but I kindly refused, I could do it myself.
I had to go through the entire house to get to the front door, when I got there Carlisle and Esme were speaking in hushed voices with Mr. Copperhead himself.
Not as much as I wanted it to be.