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There were many emotions at that moment that I could feel. So many in fact that it took me a few minutes to even process what I was going to do. I narrowed it down to four sublime choices.
A) I could be severely happy and lunge at her in one weepy, blissful, joyous movement; crying on her shoulder with a sudden and foreign magnanimous nature.
B) I could stand motionless as before, pretending to not care the least bit about the beautiful woman before me and the love of my life.
C) I could forgive and forget. Forget her and forgive him. I could tell her thanks for telling me and let her be.
And finally D) I could lunge all of my anger in one merciless statement and stay mad until someone decides to change my outlook all together.
D, I think, was the first one on my mind, for I yelled out: "You bitch," before I could do anything about it.
She stood there, pitiful yet beautiful— it made me even more angry.
"I know, Bella, just let it go, alright? I'm going back home—to Denali. I'm leaving and Edward can be yours again. Forget this ever happened, please?"
I stood there with burning cheeks, eyes filled with boiling over tears from my unlucky nature of crying when enraged. I would have been embarrassed, but I was too damn mad to be both at the same time.
"I don't think that can happen."
I stared down at the floor and away from her antagonizing gaze; you could get lost in her deep pools of sudden mahogany.
She sighed an exasperated huff and crossed her arms. "Bella, it pains me horribly to say it, as I've told you before—he loves you damn it, and if you're not willing to believe me, believe him, believe your heart. Look Bella," She sat on my bed without my permission but carried on. I seriously thought I was going to hurl her across the room but thought twice. She was making sense and I was slowly convincing myself to reconsider. No, I can't. He still did it. Nothing I could tell my brain could change that fact.
"He survived the Volturi for you. He wanted to kill and slaughter himself because he thought you were dead. He made up a song for you. He can't live…or not live…without you. I hate to admit it, I hate to speak it, but I convinced him with my new little power to sleep with me, Bella. And as much as I wish I wasn't…I'm sorry."
That was all it took for me to break down. I noticed that my fumes of anger, the built up tears, were pooling down from my cheeks in recollection of my love. Something in my mind snapped back to all of our memories together—of all of the Cullen's. I couldn't live without them.
Tanya just watched as I crumpled to the floor with my tears. We were still teenage girls—well, for her it was more the looks and the attitude—and we kept to ourselves. We were still opposing enemies.
"He still slept with you." I said aloud, almost forcing my happiness back down my throat with the words.
"Yes," she answered. "And there is nothing about that I can change. But it wasn't him, Bella. Trust me; he was even screaming your name."
I yelped at the mental image of him and her and tried to keep my perspective on the fact that it was not him. Or at least, not of his own control.
"Okay," I concluded. "You win…I just don't know how I'm going to suddenly speak to him as if everything is normal."
I suddenly got to my feet and headed for my jacket. I grabbed my car keys and gloves, slipping on my shoes with ease. Something that I always had trouble tripping over before. It was as if I was being forced to move, to stand... Oh.
"Like this." She smiled sweetly and whisked me down the stairs, pleased with evening the score. As much as I wanted to kick her in the shin and tear her to pieces—she was helping me, and no teenage cheer-leader enemy that normal girls have would ever be as obliging as Tanya was being to me.