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Deathbed!
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LAST ON SILENCE
He smirked at everyone, "I still say you'd be happier if we'd had Bella…"
He snickered and I glared, stepping up to talk to him, he backed away slightly.
"Don't you fucking dare go anywhere near her, or any of you for that matter, you know I said nothing physical, at all." I said fiercely and all nodded, blinking.
"Continue." I said and they started talking again.
I saw Bella, standing near the door, staring at us with wide eyes.
Oh God, had she heard that?
But when I looked at her, I noticed something more important.
I fucking knew it.
Her neck was hidden by a turtle neck, but you could see about a half inch of red sticking out. She also had a cut lip, and her bruise on her cheek was intensified.
CURRENTLY ON SILENCE-
B.P.O.V.
I took a deep breath as I escaped Edward's pointed gaze. I didn't get approached today, but it was almost worse than anything he could've said.
Yeah, I got in a little trouble, I might've been a little limp now… but my injuries weren't usually permanent. I had nothing to worry about. And from my past experiences, which were abundant, Edward didn't want to help me at all.
I slid into my seat and sighed, no one could confront me here.
BASBASBASBAS
I had relied on my other classes today to last just a bit longer; I wanted to avoid Edward as much as possible. He was suspicious of something, but with any luck, he either believed me when I said I was clumsy, and that wasn't likely, or he thinks someone at school did it.
I walked to the commons shaking like a leaf. The thud of my pulse was too quick for comfort. And my eyes were too wide to see through.
I plopped down on my usual seat, eating my food and staring at the table since I couldn't read my favorite book.
I risked a glance at Edward, thinking that he wouldn't be looking at me… thinking that he'd always just have something more important to do than pay attention to me, even if it wasn't the good kind of attention.
Per usual, I was wrong. Edward Cullen was throwing me looks, but he wasn't trying to conceal his anger, he just glared at me, and snapped when someone else asked him a question.
But like the loyal followers they were, they would always do everything that Edward did, so I had the whole school glaring at me. I wasn't quite sure, but I was almost sure that the lunch lady had joined in at one point.
So I just stared at the table, elated when the bell rang for next period. I waited until people filed out; wanting to leave in peace, but there was someone else who was still walking. I bid them silently to leave, to wallow in peace.
But the footsteps didn't go out of the commons, they went to me. Edward. I knew as soon as I felt the familiar electrical charge.
My breath hitched, as always, as I looked at his angry face. He shoved himself down next to me and I suddenly felt red in the face.
"Look at me." His velvet voice commanded me. I complied easily to the sound of his voice.
I knew what he was going to ask, I'd even prepared myself for it, but that was obviously a very hard thing to do with Edward here.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to ask you one more time, Swan, one, but this time, I want the truth."
I flinched when my nickname escaped his lips, and also when I found that he wanted the truth. I so desperately wanted to give it to him, but I forced the lie out.
My confidence was weak, my lie sounded fake even to me, "I'm a klutz… I fall."
He glared at me, "Stop… stop with the fucking lying already? We both know it isn't true!"
He got up, as if to prove the point that he was angry, but I already knew.
When he saw the look, the pathetic look, on my face, he stopped, and sat down, sighing.
"Sorry…" He mumbled softly and I looked up in shock. "Just tell me what's wrong, Swan."
I winced again, not wanted to have to lie. I kept silent.
After a minute of waiting, he grew angry again, "Fine, Swan, if you don't want to tell me, I don't want to know." He said smoothly and I sobbed when he walked through the doors a scowl still on his face
"Edward…" I choked softly.
BASBASBASBAS
I tried to push the memory of Edward away. At least today's anyways.
I hated lying to him, but no matter how much I knew I wanted to tell him the truth, I knew I couldn't…
Unless…
No.
No, I kept telling myself as I drove home today, I couldn't. There was absolutely no way. No matter how much I wanted him… someone… to know.
I shook those thoughts out of my head and pushed my English paper on Manifest Destiny away… I couldn't focus on Texan disputes right now, clearly.
I stared at my ceiling instead, holding an ice pack to my slightly split lip, but I was fine, I'd had worse.
I had prepared Charlie's dinner early today; I set it on the table just when he got home. He hadn't been drinking today and he shot me a smile and a thank you, and then sent me upstairs.
BASBASBASBAS
I smugly walked into school the next day, yesterday had been a breeze.
"Swan!" A menacing voice called from behind me.
I spun around, confused to see Edward smirking at me again. But then I remembered.
"Fine, Swan, if you don't want to tell me, I don't want to know."
He was putting it past him. Everything would return to normal. This is what I wanted, right?
Behind him, a guy named Tyler was leering at me and I looked away from him, uncomfortable.
Edward laughed at my discomfort, probably thinking it was to him, and some of it was.
I didn't even listen to him or what he had to say today, I just walked away once I was dismissed.
BASBASBASBAS
I walked into the house today, kind of grateful that Edward hadn't bombarded me with questions, but also horrified that the arrogant Edward was back.
I sighed as I set my backpack on my bed.
I cooked Charlie some dinner that he seemed to like last month and put it in the oven.
Would Edward be the same tomo-
My thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of a door to my right, I saw Charlie, stumbling into the house.
Oh no.
My feet started shaking.
He didn't even say anything this time; he just shoved me to the ground. The look on his face was purely amused.
I groaned as my head hit the floor.
He brought some alcohol out of his pocket and took a swig, and lazily looking at it once, he grinned at something he thought and bent down.
"O-open w-wide, Isabella!" He grinned cheerfully as he said this.
I clamped my mouth shut, covering it with my arm to avoid any contact.
He shoved my arm away forcefully and put the alcohol bottle on my lips. I choked, my eyes widened as the hot and venomous liquid shot down my throat.
I choked several times, the burn in my throat never going away. I cried for him to stop through the bottle and he took it away once it was almost empty, smirking mercilessly at me.
I gasped when I realized that I had just unwillingly consumed half a bottle of vodka.
I stuck my fingers down my throat, trying to force myself to puke it up. Some of it came out, and that triggered more.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"You idiot child! I give you liquid gold and you puke it up? What kind of shit is that, Isabella!"
I choked up a bit more, grateful for the exit. I still felt like I was being punched in the throat.
"Maybe you'll like this even more, then!"
He pulled out his pocket knife and I shrieked. I had seen it once, and I didn't like the experience.
He held my face by my forehead as he carelessly brought the knife down on me, cutting skin from the right corner of my mouth up to my cheekbone.
I screamed out, flailing my arms around but I was powerless against Charlie.
He pushed down on the knife when I did, and I grabbed his hand and kicked him in the groin, he pulled away and I got up as fast as I could.
I ran out of the door.
"Where are you going to go, bitch?" He sneered as he took another swig of his bottle.
I didn't know, all I knew was that adrenaline was pushing me forward to wherever.
"Fine, Swan, if you don't want to tell me, I don't want to know."
My mind quoted Edward's line in my head over and over.
Could I tell him? Could he help me?
Where the hell was his house? Why couldn't I remember?
I felt blood running through my cheek, and the pain was horrendous. But I knew I had to push through it and find Edward.
I remembered when to turn left and then the rest just came from memory.
His house was in sight and I gasped in delight, but the movement caused my cheek pain.
I sprinted towards it, not even caring that it was midnight and he was most likely asleep.
I knocked once, timidly, but I didn't get an answer.
Another shot of pain ran through my body and I screamed, not caring as I pounded on the door.
"Dear God! Who the hell is there?" I heard a sigh and footsteps towards the door.
I saw a very tired Edward open the door. He was wearing sweat pants… and nothing else.
I couldn't even focus on how gorgeous he looked.
His eyes were frozen on my cheek, he wasn't tired anymore. He was frozen. He didn't speak. He didn't move.
"Edward… help…" I said desperately through sobs and he shook himself out of it, immediately pulling me into the house and sitting me in a chair.
"God damn it, Bella what the hell happened… who did it…" He asked me in frenzy as he fished through his cabinets for something.
He took out a large case and his fingers fumbled as he looked through it.
He took out pain killers, gauze… Neosporin… and… a needle.
My eyes widened at the sight of it and he sighed, grabbing my bloody chin and forcing me to look up at him.
"Would you rather me take you to a hospital?"
I shook my head immediately, not able to speak without pain.
Taking some of the gauze in his hand, he patted my face. It was ineffectual though as it dampened immediately and blood came out again.
He pulled out a container to put under my mouth, and brought a different needle to my face.
"Trust me, Isabella." I liked the way he said my name as opposed to Charlie, he never said it in the gentle way Edward did.
And I did. I put my chin to him further and he stuck it in. I was surprised as he avoided any part of my mouth, into a spot that didn't exactly sting.
And he did it so quickly; he knew exactly where to find that spot.
And I didn't know what it was, but it was amazing. A few minutes later, I couldn't feel my face as he finished wiping it off.
He was looking intensely at my cheek, the blood had mostly stopped flowing and I couldn't feel it as he brought a basic needle, which he soaked in antiseptic, to my cheek.
He started sowing there, tiny, elaborate loops through my skin.
He was quick, and I was surprised to find that he knew exactly what he was doing.
I restrained a smile as I looked at him. He worked there for a while, and I didn't feel a thing. It must've had something to do with that first needle.
After a while, he pulled away, lightly grabbing my jaw and looking at my cheek.
Once he was satisfied that he had done his job, he grabbed gauze and put it on some fancy doctors tape and put it on my face lightly, even though he didn't have to, I couldn't feel anything.
He smiled as he admired his handiwork.
He looked into my grateful eyes and I couldn't contain myself then, I threw my arms around him, not able to express my gratitude in words, but maybe in actions.
He stiffened immediately and I realized that maybe that wasn't such a great idea.
I backed away from him, but he pulled me back, rubbing my back in a soothing way as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
I started to get drowsy.
He noticed.
I fell asleep on his shoulder.
BASBASBASBAS
I woke up the next morning to sunlight hitting my face. I sat up groggily and looked around. This is where I woke up last time, it was a comfy couch.
"Good morning, Swan." I heard someone call from beside me. I knew who it was, Swan, but it wasn't a harsh word right now, and I chose to ignore it.
I recognized it as Edward and shrunk away from him but then I remembered what he did for me last night, and offered a small smile, but winced once I felt it in my cheek.
I reached up to clutch my cheek but Edward grabbed my wrist to stop me.
I looked at him in confusion.
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be touching it. Moving your mouth will hurt."
I blinked at him, but I had things to say.
"I wasn't sure what kind of pain killers you wanted." He smiled, "I know you liked the numbing yesterday, but I can't give you any more of that without-"
He continued, and I clutched my head as his words caused a searing pain to my head.
My eyes widened as I looked at him, what was that?
He seemed confused, "What is it, Bella, your head? Why?"
When he realized I couldn't talk, he rushed to the kitchen and gave me a piece of paper and pen.
I quickly scrawled alcohol. Hurts. On the paper and passed it back to him.
His eyes widened, "You've been… drinking?"
Tears escaped my eyes and I pulled the paper back.
Not willingly.
I gave it back to him and he threw the paper a murderous glance before coming to my side of the couch.
"I'm sorry, Bella, I can't remedy a hangover. Although I'm kind of curious as to who can force you to drink."
Quickly, I wrote down the events of last night on the paper, shaking. What would he think when I told him it was Charlie?
I averted my eyes from him and I heard the paper start to shake.
I looked up in shock to see an Edward that dangerously resembles the hulk. I shrunk away from him.
"I fucking knew it too… just… having it confirmed…" He said, seething.
I didn't know what it was about him at that moment that scared me the most, I whimpered.
He immediately locked eyes with me again and I bit my lip, sorry that I had drawn attention to myself while he was so mad.
He clenched his jaw and tried to calm himself, looking at me with narrowed eyes.
He stood up and started walking towards the door, and I stood up after him in confusion. He grabbed his car keys and my eyes widened.
I ran after him and grabbed his arm, my eyes questioning as he glared back at me. I took my hand off of his arm and he sighed.
"What?" He asked roughly.
I asked him with my eyes, not exactly able to talk.
He groaned, "I'm going to go take care of things."
I shook my head immediately once I grasped the meaning of his words. I gripped his arm harder, concentrating on keeping him away from Charlie.
"Why not." He asked me, pinching the bridge of his nose again.
Because he'll kill you.
I tried to say through my eyes. He just stood there, breathing heavy and shaking for a few minutes, looking at my pleading eyes. Probably wondering how serious I was.
When a tear escaped my eye, he shut his eyes and blew out a large breath through his nose.
"Fine." He said.
He grabbed his coat from the hanger and opened the door, and then looked at me.
"Well, come on." He said, sounding impatient.
Where are we going?
I asked silently and he looked at me for a moment before assessing the correct question from my eyes.
"We're leaving." He paused, "Like, leaving, leaving."
Oh, yes, leaving, leaving. If you have any questions, ask them, and I'm always up for talking!
I know, Edward's a dork/jerk/ass/weirdo. All will be explained shortly, and it makes sense.
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