Esme POV
I quickly made my way over to Carlisle's office to check on him and Bella. When I reached the wooden door, I knocked softly. "Come in", my husband replied. I opened the door to reveal a rather peaceful sight. Bella was asleep on the couch in the corner and Carlisle was sitting at the desk, watching her with a relieved expression. Then his gaze turned to me and he smiled softly. "How is she doing?" I asked, shutting the door behind me. Carlisle sighed. "Well, when she first fell asleep she was quite instantly hit with a nightmare. I can only imagine how bad it was, seeing as she desperately called my name in her sleep." I sighed at that. My poor angel. "And just as she calmed down, the principle made known that he wanted to see us in his office to discuss things, and Bella panicked. I only got her to calm down by reminding her several times that she wouldn't be alone in the room with Lauren. Actually, that little meeting went by smoothly and Lauren has been given a punishment. But I still don't believe it fits. Mr. Greene was far too lenient with her. If I could have the chance to give Lauren a punishment, it would be much much worse than just helping to clean the school while being suspended for two weeks." I narrowed my eyes. "That's everything she got for attacking our daughter?!" I had a hard time keeping my voice low, reminding myself Bella was sleeping on the couch. Carlisle nodded, anger still visible in his eyes. "What about Bella? How did she take that meeting? Is she alright? What happened afterwards?" At that, Carlisle sighed sadly. "When we left the main office, Bella said she needed to use the toilet. We agreed to meet up in my office. But when she returned, she was crying violently and I couldn't even get out of her what happened. I still don't know. I had to give Bella a sedative to calm her down and let her sleep." If I could still cry, I surely would be bawling by now. Why does this always happen to her? Why our daughter? Why sweet, caring, loving Bella? What had she done to deserve this? Apparently, Carlisle noticed from my expression, that I would be crying if I could, for he stood up and was by my side in an instant, pulling me into his arms. The strong arms of a protector, the place where I would always feel safe. "It will be alright, darling. We will figure this out. Everything is going to be just fine. Once Bella is able to talk to us, I will do everything I can to protect her from being hurt any further. I promise. Noone will ever cause her any harm again, physically or emotionally." I sighed. Carlisle, always knowing the right words to soothe me. I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let him go. But unfortunately, the bell rang, announcing the end of lunch and the beginning of the next lesson. I reluctantly loosened my grip and went to my next class.
Rosalie POV
Next I have English with Emmett and Jasper. And Esme I think. Well, if she is just as easy as in art class, I won't complain. Maybe this will be really cool.
Entering the classroom, I could immediately tell that the students were afraid of Esme for some ridiculous reason. How could anyone ever be scared of Esme. Well, except for when she's angry. Then even I would run for the hills. And I believe that counts for something.
"Good morning, class. I'm your substitute teacher for the next few weeks. I received a letter from your regular English teacher, saying that you just finished your last topic, literature in the 1920s. So, today we will start on a new one. And after discussing with Mr. Banner, I came to the conclusion that the last time you talked about a book is far too long ago, so I went to look for a good one. And this one is "Macbeth" ". Groans could be heard. Why Macbeth? We could read Romeo and Juliet just as well. The story is much better than this crazy Macbeth with is even more crazy wife. "Ähm, Mrs. Cullen? I don't think anyone would want to do that.." Jessica. Brave kid, to say something like that. Even more if you consider all the rumors spreading about Esme's "horrid" teaching methods in Spanish and English. "Well, Jessica, that's actually pretty sad. Why don't you come to the front and summarize the content if you are so tired of stuff like this. I assume you know the book already if you say something like that. I can only guess, but it might be due to boredom, to have to read this book again. Right? So, please. What is the play about?" Jessica looked shocked. "I, I, I I mean…uhm…no..ähm, I haven't read the book, but I did read one of Shakespeare's other plays and found it to be disgusting and boring." Still digging herself a whole this girl. "Ok, then you will write a 500 word essay about the play you read. I want to have it in the next lesson. And if you don't, than you can add a few zeroes." Jessica looked like her eyes were about to bulge out their holes. Serves her right. Even I think it is rude to address your teacher that way. And, usually, I don't care how I act around them, as long as they give me good grades. Well, let's just hope that Jessica finishes her essay in an appropriate manner. Otherwise, poor Esme might loose it, and I don't want to see her upset. She's my mother and if anyone ever even tries to hurt her, he will have to deal with me and my siblings!