Last Time

For a second, I just stared at it, willing it to open itself. When it wouldn't open itself, I slid my hand under a fold to open it. I pulled my finger across the fold to remove the tape. As I went to open the other side of the wrapping I felt myself being flung onto the ground. The glass plates Alice had placed on the table by the piano crashed to the floor. A searing pain shot through my arm when I hit the floor. I looked at the arm that caused me discomfort and wished I hadn't. Blood was pouring out from several places on my arm. I could feel pieces of glass stuck into me. I looked up to see why I was on the floor. Fear ran down my spine.

BPOV

Edward was crouched in front of me ready to spring. Emmet and Rosalie were trying to hold back someone but I couldn't see who. The person shifted to left and Edward mirrored their movement. Every time Edward moved, I would get a glimpse of the person but not enough to tell me who I was being protected from. I didn't have to see the person to know who it was though.

Suddenly something went flying into Edward. The sound of the two people colliding was terrifying, like boulders clashing together. He fell backwards onto me, pushing the glass deeper into my arm. I cried out, the pain was overwhelming. If I wasn't petrified I would have fainted from the blood already. Fear was the only thing preventing me from slipping into the safety of the darkness.

From underneath Edward I could see Jasper as he was being pulled out of the house by Rose and Emmet. His eyes were half crazed and he was snarling wildly. He looked like a vampire, not my kind, the kind you see in movies. The bad guys who kill the innocent people.

Even when he had left the room, you could still hear his struggle to get back to me.

The pain in my arm brought me back to the scene in the room. I tried moving but remembered Edward on top of me. As he hadn't moved since he landed on me I began to worry. I called his name "Edward." I tried again and again for the next few minutes. Tears were threatening to fall as more time passed.

I was getting hysterical when I felt a cool hand on my shoulder. I looked to see Carlisle with his medical bag. He bent down and gently lifted Edward off me. I thought he was going to deal with Edward first since he was his son but was surprised when he picked me up instead.

He gently carried me up the stairs into a room I had not been in before and set me down on a chair beside a steel table.

"Bella, how are you?" he asked.

I thought about his question for a moment before answering. "I'm fine," I lied. "Just a little shocked."

He thought to himself for a second before beginning to remove the shards of glass from my arms. For the next few minutes the only sounds in the room were my breathing, my heart and the glass shards clinking on the dish Carlisle placed them in. Once he was sure he had removed all traces of the glass from my arms, he wet a piece of gauze with something. The smell of the liquid burned in my nostrils. He then began to slowly and gently clean the blood from my hands and disinfect the wounds. Halfway through the cleaning process, Edward walked in with a pained look on his face.

I looked up at him and forgot about the pain for a moment. His beauty always took my breath away. By the time I had focused on the pain again, Carlisle was stitching up some of the cuts. To keep myself from fainting, I concentrated on Edward and what I would have to do to get him not to blame himself for what happened today because it wasn't his fault.

As usual, my clumsiness put me into a dangerous situation. If it was not for my lack of coordination, I wouldn't have cut myself on the wrapping paper. But then I thought that none of this would have happened if they had listened to me.

I banished the thought knowing they only wanted to do something nice for me.

I left my thoughts for later and found myself in Alice's room. I looked around for Edward but could not find him.

Alice was in her closet looking for something. She came out seconds later holding a shirt similar to the colour of mine; pale blue.

"Put this on," she commanded, "Charlie will have a heart attack if he sees your clothes the way they are now. By the time she had finished speaking the shirt was in my hand and she was leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

I looked down at the shirt in my hand and scowled. The style was way too girly for me but I knew Charlie would not notice the difference; he could be the most unobservant person when he wanted. I stood up and carefully removed my shirt, then replaced it with the one Alice had given me. With that out of the way, I went to sit back down on the bed. After a moment had passed, I began to wonder where Edward was and if he was ok.

Normally if I was hurt he would stay by my side, even if he was uncomfortable because of my blood. I began to get worried because I remembered the state he was in when Carlisle brought me up here. He wouldn't move when I called his name and Carlisle had to move him to get me seen to. Running over the events of today's party made me even more worried. Everything had started off as well as it could for someone with my luck.

Before I could think anymore I felt myself being lifted up off the ground. I looked up to see Edward's face and gasped. His face was a mix of emotions, but the one I could see most was determination.

Without a word, he carried me to my truck and placed me in the passenger seat. The he climbed in the other side and set off down the drive. We drove for a few minutes in silence before I got sick of it.

"Edward, talk to me. What's on your mind?" I asked to break the silence. I didn't want to know the answer because I knew it would upset me, but i needed to hear his voice.

I waited a while but still got no reply from him. "Edward," i tried again but he still didn't respond. I gave up and looked out of the windscreen. I was surprised that we were already outside my house but quickly got over it since I knew what Edward's driving was like.

I reached to open the door but it was already open. Edward held his hand out for me. I took it and got out of the truck. He walked me up to the door, still not bothering to talk. Once there he turned to face me and kissed me. I closed my eyes as he deepened the kiss. The kiss scared me because it felt wrong. Normally Edward was reserved, chaste. This kiss was passionate, as if it would be our last. After a few minutes, he pulled away as he usually did. He stared into my eyes for a moment then whispered in my ear.

"Go inside Bella. Get some sleep."

I wanted to protest but knew there was no point so I went inside the house. I said hi to Charlie then went upstairs before he could start a conversation with me. I walked into my room and grabbed my pyjamas before heading to the bathroom. 10 minutes and a hot shower later I was curled up in bed under the warm covers. I wanted to wait for Edward but knew I wouldn't stay awake. I fell into a dreamless sleep.