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GODS AND MONSTERS

Chapter 6

"Isabella." I yawn, burying my face deeper into the pillow. My arm reaches out for her, only to find an empty bed, cold and lumpy.

I'm awake instantly. I turn over and stare at the ceiling.

If she's run, I'll kill her. I don't even think I'll be able to help myself.

I take a deep breath, letting my heart dislodge itself from my throat as my hand runs over the empty sheets next to me.

"EDWARD!" Bang bang bang. "I know you're in there." Bang.

I don't move, I don't blink. I look at the stark white ceiling, thinking about her face, her scent. How she looked beneath me just hours ago.

"Let me in!" Screaming and banging. It's not Isabella though. "We need to find Carlisle."

"Damn it!" I pull on my boxers and look around the room. The bag Carlisle packed her is still there. Even the boxes from her house are still scattered about.

The banging becomes louder, incessant in rhythm as I pull open the bathroom door.

No Isabella.

I grab the knife from my bag, not bothering with a shirt as I storm toward the door and snatch it open.

"What the fuck!"

"Edward." Emmett's face is pale, his eyes wide as he grips the side of the door. His shirt is covered in blood, the once white crisp button up I'm used to seeing, now stained in dark crimson.

I remember how Isabella's blood looked. It makes me want to reach out and touch his shirt, rub the warm sticky liquid between my fingers and breathe the essence of life through my nose.

"Snap out of it!" He pounds on the door, and I look up, glaring.

"Where the fuck is she?" My blood runs cold. I know it's hers before he even has a chance to open his mouth again.

I knew something was wrong the second I opened my eyes. As soon as I felt the cold bed.

"I don't know what happened." He looks scared as he notices the knife. Good. "Too much blood."

His arms are covered in it. It drips down the side of his neck. Sticky and drying as it soaks into the fabric.

"Emmett," my nostrils flare as I white knuckle the knife in my hand. "I have no fucking patience for this."

"There was so much blood. I'm so sorry." He's babbling and I'm tempted to slap the fuck out of him to shut him up. The sound of his voice driving me insane.

"You need to shut the fuck up, Emmett." I start tapping the side of my head with the handle of the knife, trying hard to think straight. To get the image of Isabella, broken and dead, out of my mind. "Just tell me where she is."

"In the car, but she isn't alone."

"Is she..." I can't even finish the sentence as I eye the black steel a few yards away.

"I don't know."

"What the fuck do you mean you don't know?" I laugh at him, the sound jarring as the tip of the knife digs into my thigh. "Why would you let her leave?"

"She said she needed things. Carlisle didn't leave instructions for her." His eyes go wide as I bring up my blood covered hand looking at it. I've stuck the blade much deeper than I thought, but I can't feel the pain, only the white hot anger for my father.

I should know better than to trust him. Than to believe he'd ever want me happy.

Of course he didn't. He'd want her to have the best chance she could. Even if it meant running from me.

I look at Emmett and then at the car. I tell myself not to run, knowing I might not like what I find. If she's dead I won't be able to stop myself from ripping Emmett apart inch by inch for his role in this.

I remind myself that I like Emmett. It would be shame to kill him.

If I kill him, who would hide the body?

"The blood's hers."

Emmett grabs my arm just as my foot digs into the gravel, stopping me from running to her.

"What's in that car?" He shakes his head and looks down at his arm.

The blade's not deep, maybe an inch into his skin and when I look at him there is no anger in his brown eyes I can see my reflection in them, crazed, wild.

"You're gonna need to take your arm off me," I warn. All the bland normalcy I've held onto, every inch of decency Isabella created within me is gone as I look at him.

He doesn't say anything as he takes a step back and lets me pass.

I don't know how I make it to the door of the car so quickly. I don't even realize I'm shaking until I reach for the handle, stopping when I see my reflection in the glass.

For the first time in my life I'm scared. The man staring back at me in the glass has tears in his eyes. I feel sick when I see blood on the sleek steel of the handle.

"Don't be a pussy, Cullen. Just open the door." There is a small handprint on the window and I swallow the bile in my throat.

Isabella is supposed to die at my hand. Mine. And me at hers.

I pull open the door, the creaking metal sounds like a cannon exploding in my ears. I take a step back, my stomach dropping at the scene in front of me.

"Oh baby, what did you do?"

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