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~*~*~ Playing Mommy~*~*~
Isabella Swan
"Renesmee!" I followed Edward as he banged on the door of his daughter's room. She was so devastated at what he said that she locked herself inside. "Open the door!"
"No!" Renesmee said from inside. "I don't want to! I hate you, Daddy! I hate you!"
"Baby, open the door," I said, my voice breaking. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"If I do, you'll hurt me again!" she cried. I just wanted to disappear. Alice was right. I probably scarred her for life. "Go away!" I flinched and took a step back.
Edward continued to bang her door. He twisted the door knob. It was truly locked from the inside. "Renesmee, let me explain, sweetheart!" he said loudly.
Renesmee replied with a sobbing, "NO!"
I tuned them all out as I walked toward the living room and sat on the sofa. My heart felt heavy. I shouldn't have done this. I really shouldn't have!
I felt Esme sit beside me. She put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "It's my fault," she said softly.
I shook my head, trying not to cry in front of her. "No," I said. "It's mine. If I didn't accept Edward's offer, this wouldn't have happened at all. This is all my—"
"Bella, it might look bad right now," she soothed. "But you have no idea how you changed my son. He needs you now…"
"I feel so horrible," I said, my voice breaking. "Renesmee won't want to see me again."
She said nothing to this. She just let me be.
…
A few minutes later, Edward's uncle stormed into the apartment, looking angry beyond all things. Edward stood up—he had been sitting on the armchair next to where I was—and reluctantly approached him. "Uncle—" he was cut off immediately.
"Kitchen—NOW," his uncle said loudly. Like a teenager, Edward trudged behind him. Esme went as well. I clenched my fists on my lap.
After awhile, I went into the kitchen, too. I had to say something.
Edward was leaning on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His uncle was pacing in front of him, his gaze not leaving him. Esme was beside her son, rubbing his arm.
"Edward Anthony Cullen," his uncle started. "Explain to me why my niece is locking herself in her room at this moment!" I knew that he knew full well why.
Edward winced a little but explained. "I told her," he said simply.
"This wouldn't have happened if you just became responsible, Edward!" his uncle fumed. "Offering a stranger a job to pretend to be her mother? How incredibly injudicious! Didn't your father teach you anything? Didn't I teach you anything?"
"I just wanted her to experience having a mother," Edward reasoned, not meeting his gaze. I gripped the counter top tightly, trying to keep my self upright.
"OR you could've just told her she was dead in the first place!" his uncle countered. "This kind of shenanigan isn't to be done by a CULLEN, for crying out loud! Didn't you think at all?"
"Excuse me," I said lamely. They all turned to me. I inwardly squeaked at the intimidating stares. "But I feel that there was still good intentions and—"
"How dare you talk in this squabble?" Edward's uncle spat at me. I wanted to die. "This is a family matter, young lady!"
I didn't know how I got the confidence boost, but I got some—enough to tell this person off. "Sorry, sir, but I do believe I have business here. I am involved in this!"
"Bella, just go," Edward said, not looking at me. I jerked my head in his direction, feeling hurt. "He's right. You're not supposed to talk. It's a family thing."
I pursed my lips. So it was true. I was just a toy to play with—along with his 'colleague' Tanya. I stormed out, not caring if the bang of the door made them flinch.
I walked toward our—well, his now—room and prepared to pack up. My eyes were starting to burn, tears ready to burst. I grabbed my suitcase and shoved my clothes inside it in an angry way.
I was about to grab one last blouse from the closet when Edward came into the room. His eyes slightly widened at the sight of me packing. "Don't even say anything," I spat, not giving him the chance to say my name.
My hand shaking, I zipped up my bag and prepared to go. But Edward blocked my way. "Bella, you don't have to go," he said softly.
I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you serious, Edward?" I gaped. "Renesmee knows the truth now. And you guys made it perfectly clear I'm not part of your family."
"But it really wasn't your fight," he said.
"But I was involved!" I snapped.
"This is just between me and him, Bella!" he snapped back.
"So I don't matter," I stated. I put down my bag and looked him in the eye. "Can you tell me what you thought about last night?"
He said nothing. I wanted to die at that point.
"Right," I said, breaking the tense silence. "For you, it was just sex."
His jaw clenched.
"But to tell you the truth," I said. "It wasn't just that for me."
He met my gaze.
"I knew what I wanted, Edward," I said, making sure he caught me using the past tense. "What do you want?"
He said nothing once more.
I pursed my lips then laughed bitterly, shaking my head slowly. "I thought so," I murmured and grabbed my things. Then I turned to go. "I'll be waiting for the money, Mister Cullen."
Esme was about to tell me something, but I just shook my head. It was weirdly suffocating in the apartment. I wanted out.
But I found myself stopping in front of Renesmee's room. I opened the door—she already calmed down and was sleeping beside her nanny—and peered inside. Once I knew she was deeply asleep, I walked over to her and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. This was goodbye.
When I was already inside an elevator, I hastily dialed Alice's phone. Since I was alone, I let my tears trickle down my cheeks.
"Bella..?" Alice answered on the second ring.
"Alice," I said, not caring if she heard my sniffling.
"ARE YOU CRYING?" she shouted. "Bella, what's wrong? Tell me!"
"I'm going to your apartment," I stated, ignoring her question. "Wait for me."
"Bella…" she said carefully.
"See you in a few minutes," I said then hung up.
I kept my word. I was in Alice's apartment in no time, tears continuously dripping.
She settled me on the sofa and sat beside me. She handed me tissues as I sobbed about what happened. "You were right, Alice," I gurgled. "I shouldn't have done this."
Usually, when she was right, she would tell me 'I told you so' over and over again until I hit her with a pillow. But this time, she didn't do that. She knew I was hurting and I didn't need her to tell me what I did was completely stupid. Because I knew it was.
Instead of doing what she usually did, she pulled me into a hug. She told me that it was going to be okay and that I was going to slowly get over it. I sort of felt she was wrong.
Okay. I totally thought she was wrong.
But I had to try to forget them… starting now.
Edward POV
The next day
"Mister Cullen," Tanya said in front of me, folders hugged to her chest. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I said, still staring down at my cell phone. Bella's number was shown on the screen, daring me to press CALL. But I knew full well she was pissed at me.
I knew she didn't want to hear from me ever again—after I said nothing to her confession. She loved me.
Did I reciprocate that?
"Your uncle is here," she said, breaking through my reverie. My jaw clenched. I wasn't in the mood right now.
"Tell him I'm busy," I said.
"But you're not busy," she dumbly pointed out.
I looked up at her. "Just tell him that," I spat. She stiffened then hastily turned away to do what I said.
I knew that if my uncle showed his face, I would want to punch him until he couldn't stand no more. He took Bella away from me.
I dropped my shoulders. But I helped, I thought bitterly.
Isabella POV
I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Was it morning already?
I pulled down the comforter and sat up. My eyes adjusted to the sunlight and I realized I had slept in Alice's apartment—on her sofa. I looked down and noticed I was still wearing my jeans and shirt from yesterday.
My stomach lurched. Yesterday…
But, keeping my promise, I shook it off my mind. I was going to forget now, right?
Author's Note: You guys will be glad to know that I'll be putting as much detail to their time apart as possible. So I guess the story will progress longer than the movie.
And if I get in the mood, I'll probably do an epilogue, something not really in the film.
So, watch out!
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