The house completely sucked, and Alice was crying, as much as a vampire could cry, when she figured out how big her closet was.
Not very big.
I mean, Rose threw out all of my clothes just so that she could have room for half of hers…and Alice's was half the size of Rose's.
My clothes just lived in the corner of the room, still in the box.
The house was just horrible. We walked in, and there was a rat. Jasper went all blood thirsty and sucked its blood, but that was pretty much the only good thing about the house. It was definitely smaller then our old one and I had scoffed when we had walked in from the two car garage.
"Edward bought this house, didn't he?"
"Yes." Carlisle had nodded, "I had no say in his decision."
The whole first week, we didn't talk to each other. Then Edward came, and we only whispered amongst ourselves, and then blocked our thoughts from him when he came relatively close to us.
My favorite was to torture him with Bella's face.
He would sulk and glare at me, and I would glare back.
I think it was about a month into our new house that Edward finally had lost it. He hadn't bothered getting up for school; even though it was shittier then the school in Forks, and it had actually been raining.
We hadn't gone to school much when we were there, since Los Angeles is pretty much coaxed with a spell of sunshine, and it was unusual that Edward didn't want to go to school. It hadn't rained for a month, and finally, it was cloudy. I mean, even Rose had been excited.
She had met some really nice girl at the school, which was strange, considering that at our old school we never talked to anyone besides Bella. Her name was Rebecca, but she went by 'Becca'. That was also weird…Bella…Becca…just replace the 'C's to 'L's and you have Bella for you. Our own personal Bella right in Los Angeles.
But she wasn't the same, off course. It was mainly because Rose had some weird relationship with her. She actually liked her, unlike Bella. She never went over to her house though, but it wasn't like they talked to each other all the time. Alice liked her a little because she was just as obsessed with shopping as she was, but what really turned me off on the girl was that she was shy, innocent, and Bella like. She had chocolate brown hair, pale skin, and she turned the brightest color red you could think of. She also had the sweetest crush on Edward that you probably could ever see from someone other then Bella.
I knew that a lot of people had crushes on Edward in Forks, but they were obsessive crushes. Like Jessica…
Anyways, she would always blush when he sat down at the table next to us, and she would always try to strike up a conversation with him.
But Edward, being the complete a total bastard that he is, would just snort or glare at her, and she would slump her shoulders and pick at her food.
I felt rather sorry for her, but I didn't want to make any connection with her.
Edward steered clear of her, but it was only natural of him, and I couldn't blame him. One look and I could tell what he was thinking. He was thinking about how Bella was doing, and how could I have blamed him? I was thinking about how Bella was doing, too.
That was when I broke the rules a little.
Yeah, I know, Emmett breaking the rules?
Big whoop.
I had, after seeing Edward's complete breakdown, where he destroyed his stereo system, chucked his sofa out of the window, and then curled up in a ball in the corner of his room, where he sat for days, that I would go and see Bella.
If Edward did all of this, and he was the one who left her, then I couldn't even imagine if Bella was still alive at this point.
And that had scared me.
So I had made a last minute decision that I would go and see her. I left when Alice decided to take Rose on a much needed shopping spree. Edward was still curled up in a ball in his room, and Carlisle and Esme were somewhere in the house.
The road was surprisingly smooth as I had driven the Jeep out of the driveway and into the street. I had to take the highway, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before Alice saw my decision.
I decided to crank up the radio, in an attempt to block out any thoughts of anything as I drove as fast as I could. It didn't take long to get to Forks; I knew that, maybe an hour drive if I kept this speed up. Probably more like two, but I didn't want to spend another minute away from not knowing what the closest sister I had was feeling right now.
By the time that I had gotten there, to Forks, Alice had called me a billion times. Haha, not really. More like twenty times, and she left me a voicemail, but that could have been Edward.
Hell, I didn't care.
It was twelve in the morning, and Bella was most likely asleep.
Where's that window?
I remembered thinking that Edward always crawled into her window at night. I spotted a window in the front of the house. Her scent was coming strongly from it, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Why wasn't the window open? Edward had specifically told me that the window was open.
Oh…I got it now.
Stupid Emmett.
She had closed the window cause Edward was gone.
What the hell, I was just going to crawl up there and look into the window. That's all I wanted to do, was see how she was holding up.
The climb, I remember, was harder then I had thought, but I made it up there in no time, and neither Charlie nor Bella had woken up, so I was safe. I stared into the window, and I heard her sniffle.
Her cheeks were red, and the covers were completely off of her body. Her hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days, and she had looked thinner then she ever had in her life. She tossed and turned; flailing her arms around as she finally turned all the way around and faced her back to the window. I almost had gasped because I could see her spine…every single little vertebrae of it, sticking out perfectly through her pale, peach skin.
"Edward!" She moaned out, and then she sniffled some more, and she turned back around, "Don't leave me." She had moaned, and the moonlight reflecting through the window against her skin made the little beads of tears that were streaming down her cheekbones, which were also very visible, very clear.
I wished I had had a camera at the moment. Just so that I could have taken a picture of what Edward had done to the girl.
She definitely was not his girl anymore.
She was definitely not Bella, and it was all his fault.
No, instead, she was a sad memory of what could have been.