Thank you for those who wished me well. And yes, I am from Texas. It's this little city you probably never have heard of so I won't even tell you where it's at. (Plus, I'm scared of creepy stalkers!) Umm…I got a few questions from you guys.
Is he (Charlie) gonna become abusive? No, Charlie is drunk when he did that. Everything little thing I do comes back later, nothing is just there for no reason. So, you'll see why I had him do that to her later on in the sequel. (If you guys want me to do it. I already have EVERYTHING planned in my head. Including the sequel.)
Will Charlie really hurt her? Yes, he just did. He slapped her because he was angry when he was drunk.
Ooh, grounds for Bella to move in with Edward? You'll just have to read to find out.
Since you guys know I'm sick, I didn't go to school today (Monday) so I'm getting a head start on the next chapter. I hope you like it!
"If you're never scared, embarrassed or hurt, it means you never take any chances." –Julia Sorel
Missing Piece of the Puzzle
Chapter 14: Getting Away
B.P.O.V.
The sound of his open palm hitting my left cheek with such fierce was the only thing heard in the room. Tears of pain burned in my eyes as the shock followed afterwards. Did he just…? Oh my God.
I slowly turned my head to look straight at Charlie. He was breathing hard, his lungs getting whatever amount of oxygen he could. After a couple of seconds, he stared at me. His once glazy eyes were now focused and scanning over my red check "Oh no…" He murmured.
If the pain wasn't enough, the shock of this entire thing isn't helping. "Bells…I," But it was too late, I ran up to my room.
Stomping step after step, I made it up to my room. I could hear Charlie running after me and calling my name but I didn't listen. As soon as I entered my small room, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Tears were streaming down my face as I got the big, blue bag from under my bed. Being in the gang I'm in, we're always going to different places around town and I need a place to carry my stuff.
The tears that were pouring out weren't like the movies. A single tear didn't slowly slide down my cheek and dramatically fall on my shirt. Dozen of tears fell off my face every time I blinked. I could hear my breathing coming out in an unnatural pace. I ran to my closet, trying not to blink. Fearing that if I did, more tears would escape, but by not blinking, more tears gathered up. So when I finally blinked, great amount of salt water rolled down my face.
I opened the door with too much strength that I hit the wall, probably causing a dent. I tried to tune out Charlie's yelling and pleading me to forgive him, but it was no use. I grabbed all the clothes I had, which wasn't much, with hangers and all, and stuffed them in the bag. Charlie was turning the door knob so hard I thought it would break. Wiping away the waterfall that formed on my face with my hands, I jogged to my old dresser. I got each drawer and dumped whatever was in there in my bag. After that, I got anything my hands touched and tossed in into the bag as well. Bending down to grab something from under the bed, I was face to face with the pictures Rose and Emmett got me for my birthday. I looked so happy and full of life… No time to think about that right now.
I grabbed the pictures by the frames and threw them in the bag. Charlie was so close to knocking the door down. "Bella! Bells, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Liar!
"Just shut up!" I screeched and zipped up the bag. For not having much stuff, I was pretty big and a little heavy.
I carried the bag to the window. After pulling up the glass, Edward spotted me. He smiled and waved, but then he noticed my red eyes and cheek. He quickly got out of the car and came rushing to the tree by my window. I picked up the bag and threw it out. Crash! The picture frames probably broke because of the intensity of the landing, but I don't care. I'll get new ones. Edward stopped in front of the bag and looked back up at me.
I pulled myself away from the window and ran to the door. "Open up, Bella! Damn it! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" I turned the little knob on the door and it unlocked with a little click.
Charlie came rushing into the room, but I ducked under his arms and ran full speed ahead to the stairs. I'm so glad I only fall when I walk and not when I run. I could hear Charlie's footsteps behind me as I rushed down the stairs. "Bells! Stop!"
"Leave. Me. Alone!" I shouted and leaped to the front door.
The stupid knob wouldn't turn. "Shit!" I yelled in frustration.
Charlie got a hold of my left arm and put it behind my back. "Don't go. Stop!"
I pushed my back against him and he stumbled back. The door flew open and Edward stared at me and Charlie with wide eyes.
I sprinted out of the house, dragging Edward along with me. He had my bag in his other hand. "What's wrong?" He shouted.
"Run!" I shrieked.
Edward made it to the car before I did, obviously. He's the fastest person I know. Edward dumped my bag into the back seat and opened the passenger door for me. "Edward! Just get in!"
I jumped into the car, Edward by my side a while later. I took off my tattered converse and pulled my legs up against my chest. I sobbed into my knees, staining Alice's jeans. I can't believe Charlie did that! Ugh! I hate this! Maybe I could us one of the broken pieces of glass from the frames to cut myself later. I sniffed through my clogged nose. I haven't cut myself in days and I'm just so angry!
I can't believe I'm crying about this! I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Charlie getting drunk can only go so far. I just…didn't expect it to hurt so much. Yeah, he hit me pretty hard, but I could take it. I meant the aching in my heart. Why does it hurt so much?
I let out a shaky breath as I contemplated this. I guess I always thought Charlie loved me, even though he doesn't show it. He didn't abandon me like Renee did years ago. He had thirteen years, thirteen chances, to leave me, to throw me away form his life. Why didn't he? I thought he left me forever just a couple days ago, but he came back. He always comes back. Even though it bothered him, he still gave me money for my necessities. He pays for the bills; he kept the roof over my head. I just felt like he loved me. I somehow knew he did even though he hasn't told me so in years. Just because he doesn't act like one, he's still my dad, and…and I love him.
Realizing this caused me to let out another cry of agony. He's the only close family member I had left and he hit me! As if I wasn't already broken enough. What else do people want from me? Everybody's taken all I have with them when they leave me. Every time I lose someone close, they take a piece of me with them. I hate it! What's the point of living when people kick you when you're already down?
I wiped away the last tear. He's not worth crying for, besides, I don't have any tears left in me to shed.
I put my legs down and realized Edward stopped at a gas station only a couple blocks from my house. I looked at him and noticed he looked bewildered. "Next time, can you warn me before things go haywire and we rush to my car carrying a blue bag?" Edward asked with his eyes focused on the steering wheel.
"E-Edward?" I stuttered. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next, but I hope its turns out alright.
Edward snapped out of it and turned to me. He swiftly took off his seat belt and came next to me, one arm around my shoulder and the other holding my head against his chest. His scent was intoxicating. Something I've never smelled before. I want to take a lung full of it and never let it out. Holding me like this to him enveloped me in his scent. So comforting.
"Shh, shh, it's okay Bella. What happened?" I pushed my palms against his chest. Edward released me and stared at me with narrow eyes. "What's wrong?"
I tucked my messy hair behind my left ear and Edward gasped. Gently, he traced his fingers over the heated spot on my face. "Did he…?" I nodded sadly, gazing at down at my feet.
"That's wrong, Bella!" Edward exclaimed. "He can't do this to you! We need to call someone – the police, the cops, child support!"
"Edward, the police are the cops." I clarified and looked him in the eye. "He was drunk," I shrugged and looked away. "He didn't know what he was doing."
"Drunk or not, this is serious. He can't treat you like that." Edward sounded so protective. I really am lucky to have him. Oh! I almost forgot! He said he liked me, didn't he? Me, he actually likes me…maybe. I'm not so sure; I've been acting strange lately. I don't even know who I am anymore. "I'm not letting you go back there!" He stated.
I squirmed in my seat. "May-maybe I can stay…with you?" His head snapped back and I felt rejection wash through me. "You don't have to." I said and immediately turned to look out the window. The tears that were once gone, came back to haunt me.
"Bella," He sighed as he said my name. I bit my lip. Edward scooted closer to me and placed his arm around my shoulder once more. "Of course you can stay with me. You don't even need to ask, mi casa es su casa."
I tore my stare from the window to Edward. "Huh?"
He laughed and rubbed my shoulder. Did he just speak French? Or was it German? I knew I should've taken French instead of Spanish later. Wait…maybe that is Spanish.
"My house is your house." He declared and my tears of fear turned into tears of joy.
I gave him a watery smile. "Thank you."
Edward hugged me. "Any time."
I sniffed and he let me go. "So…" He looked back to my bag in the back seat. "We're really doing this, huh? You moving in with me, I mean." I nodded slowly as I tried to get it through my head as well. "I am so fired when the school finds out."
I frowned. I didn't think about that before. There I go again being selfish. I hate myself. "Edward…you don't have to risk your job for me."
He smiled my smile. "I would risk anything to be with you." He lightly kissed my hair.
I blushed and bit my lip again. Maybe staying alive isn't so bad. After a while, Edward started the car and drove back to his place. I still can't believe I'm going to live with the most amazing man on the face of the universe. On our way home – it feels weird to say that, but nice. Comforting. – Edward and I talked.
We made a plan on who was going to tell who about me living with him. It shouldn't be a problem, right? It's not like I'm his girlfriend or anything. Psh, psh, shh….sh. Yeaaah. So here's what we agreed on doing. I was going to tell Alice, Emmett and Rose (they're the ones who won't freak out the most and the people I'm more comfortable with) and Edward will be announcing the bug news to Jasper, his mom and Dr. Cullen. (Here comes the drama.)
Edward carried my bag for me as we made our way up to his floor – our floor. "I'm going to go take my stuff to the guest bedroom. Second floor and third room to the left, right?" I asked as I picked up the blue bag with the words Bella Swan stitched to it. It used to be the same bag I would take to ballet when I was four. Renee loved to torture me even back then.
Edward took my bag from my hands and easily swung it over his right shoulder. "Yeah right. Like I'm going to let you sleep in the guest bedroom. No, you'll be staying in my room." He thought for a second. "Your room, which was my room but now yours since you're here, so my room is now considered yours, which you'll be staying at." He smiled one last time before running up the stairs.
His room…mine but…considered now as-was his, but since I'm here I…What? "Edward!" I hate when he tricks me like that! Stupid college student.
I could hear his gorgeous, muffled, laugh coming from upstairs. I rolled my eyes at his happiness and walked over to the kitchen, my left hand lightly placed over my stinging cheek. I opened the freezer and found a blue ice-pack. I closed the door shut and walked over to the isle. Leaning my back on it, it gently put the cold bag against my cheek. I hissed at the contact but held it there anyway. I'm used to pain.
"Here," Edward came into the kitchen and took the bag away from my face. He walked up to a cabinet and took out a first aid kit. It's a good thing he has one, we're going to be using it often with me around.
He took out something that looked like cream, except when it oozed out, it looked like gel. Edward got some on his finger and walked over to me. "This might sting a little," He moved my hair out of the way and rubbed the gel on me, making small circles on my aching cheek. It burned at first, but felt good by the time he was done. "There," Edward smiled sweetly at me. "All done. Better?" I nodded and felt like a little kid at the doctor's office.
"Can I get a lolly-pop since I've been so good?" I teased.
Edward laughed as he put the plastic container away and shut the wooden cabinet door. "I'll see what I can do."
I walked out of the kitchen, past the living room, down the hall and into the bathroom. I flicked the lights on and stared at my pink cheek. The left side of my face wasn't the only thing colored, my eyes and nose matched with redness. I sighed sadly as I stared at the scene before me. I see a girl, a young woman, who's in a gang, has no family, doesn't have a future and moved out of her house because her father hit her. I shook my head in disappointment. I have nothing, I am nothing.
"Bella?" Edward came in to stand behind me. He put his hands on my forearms and we stared at our reflections together. Now, I see the same girl with a rich, handsome, family loving, gentle, sweet, amazing, college student who has his own apartment behind her. I'm pathetic. I feel like a dead flower next to a beautiful, blooming rose. A shattered glass next to stainless steel. Hell next to Heaven and a dwarf next to Adonis. There's no comparison. "Edward?"
He looked at me through the mirror. "Yes?"
"Do you still," I hesitated. "Do you still like me?"
Edward smirked at my reflection. "I threw you a birthday party, paid your hospital bill and now I'm letting you live with me for who knows how long. What do you think?"
I thought about it. "You like me?" I meant to state it but it didn't come out right. Saying Edward likes me is too impossible for me to fit in a sentence.
He smiled. "Yes, Bella, I like you. A lot." I smiled and forgot about everything that occurred earlier.
Edward turned me around so I was facing him. The sink counter and wall behind us didn't give much room as the other bathrooms did. Edward and I were so close; I had to put my hands against his chest. "Bella, will you-"
Even if I say, it'll be alright
Still I hear you say, you want to end your life
"Hello?" Edward sounded irritated when he answered. His ring tone made it uncomfortable for me. Since when did he have that ring tone? I mean, it sounds cool and all but, I thought he had another one this morning in the hospital when Alice called him.
"How did you get it?" He looked at the phone in disbelief. Edward looked at me. "You went to her house! Alice! Are you insane? Oh, well, you guys can come over. Bella and I need to talk to you anyway." There was a short pause. If that was Alice, how come he didn't have the other ring tone for her? He always personalized ring tones by people who call him. I wonder what he has for me.
"Kay, love you too, bye." Edward shut the phone and shoved it in his back pocket. "That was Alice. She went looking for you at your house," My eyes widened. "But she said on her way to the front door, she saw your phone on the ground by a tree next to your window." My phone? It must have fallen when I threw the bag out the window. Uh-oh, I hope it isn't broken. It looked expensive. "Alice picked it up and figured you weren't home. Then, she went to the hospital because Emmett wanted to know where you were at. Alice told him to wait so she could tell him in person you left. She found Emmett walking into your room and rushed after him. Alice says Em wants to see you."
I nodded and tried think straight. Alice found my phone, Emmett wants to see m and their on their way. But is my phone broken? That's what worries me. "How did Alice find my phone? If it's broken I swear I'll get a job or something and pay her back! I-"
"Bella, Bella! Calm down." Edward stopped my rambling. Gosh, that phone could cost a fortune. How can I pay her back? "Your phone is fine, that's where Alice called me from."
I sighed. "Thank God." I've had enough heart attacks for one day. "Can I take a shower?"
"Bella, this is your house now, you don't need to ask me if you want to use your own bathroom." Edward rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom, me following him.
Hold on a second! That song was for me? Damn! My thoughts were interrupted by Edward. "Alice and Emmett will be here soon, though. Maybe you could hold off a while?"
I was still in a daze when I answered. "Sure."
As if timed, there were loud knocks on the door. The pounding was loud enough to make me and Edward jump. Edward ran to the door and it shot open. "Where's Bella?" Emmett's frantic, loud voice asked eagerly.
"Over there," Edward pointed to me and before he could finish the sentence, Em ran to me so fast, he could make a vampire jealous.
"Hi…Em…Huuugh!" I tried to breath from his tight embrace.
He let me go and Alice walked in. "See? I told you she was alive." That caught my attention.
"Why wouldn't I be alive?" I asked wearily and Edward locked the door.
"Oh, nothing." Emmett looked around the room. I narrowed my eye brows in suspicion.
"What happened?" Edward joined Alice's side.
Alice answered. "When Emmett walked into Bella's old hospital room and saw Nurse Bernie making Bella's bed, he asked where she went. Nurse Bernie said Bella was gone and Emmett broke down. He fell to his knees next to Bella's bed and started crying. Emmett looked up and wallowed, 'Why? She was so young!'"
"Thanks Alice." Emmett grimaced at his mistake.
"That's nothing," Alice was getting a kick out of this. "Then, Emmett-"
"Yes! Alice! Thank you." Emmett barked.
I giggled under my breath and Edward pretended to cough to hide his amusement. "Em, calm down, you know I was kidding." Alice walked over to Emmett and patted his huge arm.
"Stupid evil little pixie, making fun of me." Emmett muttered and crossed his arms over his chest.
Alice laughed. "Grow up."
"I don't want to be old like you." Emmett retorted.
"Aww, is wittle Emmy and wittle Eddie jealous of big Alice?" Alice cooed. What is she talking about?
Emmett scoffed. "You're older than us by what? A month? Besides, at least we don't look like we go on play dates and have finger painting fun."
"Listen, you! I-"
"You're," My finger pointed to Alice. "Older than them?" I waved my hand in between Edward and Emmett.
Edward laughed. "I never get tired of seeing people's faces when they figure that out."
Talk about a news flash.
We spent the next half hour talking about me moving in with Edward. Surprisingly, Alice and Emmett were okay with it.
"Bella," Alice called me from the couch. "I have some stuff for you in my car. Can you get it for her, Edward?" He nodded and grabbed her keys from the coffee table.
My eye brows furrowed. Of course Emmett didn't notice my 'make over'. "What stuff? I have all I need up stairs." I pointed up to the ceiling, signaling it was in Edward's...erm, my room.
Edward was already out the door by the time Alice answered. "Oh, I just figured you'll be here. So, I got some really great outfits and some…umm, necessities for you."
"Oh," I was frozen. Nobody has ever done something for me without asking. Come to think of it, nobody has ever done that kind of stuff for me, period. "Wow, uhh, thank you."
Alice got up. "Anytime." She smiled. "Emmett got some stuff for you too. Right, Em?"
Emmett grinned and jumped out of his seat. "I'll be right back."
He flung the door open and ran past Edward, who was carrying a huge cardboard box. "Who lit his ass on fire?"
Hearing Edward use profanity is still weird. It's like having an angel cuss. Awkward. "He's just excited because he brought some stuff for Bella." Alice shrugged and walked over to Edward as he carefully set the brown box down. I followed her lead and began to look through it and its contents.
"Why is everyone getting stuff for Bella?" Edward played around with a coy grin on his heart-stopping face. "Am I no one's favorite anymore?"
Alice held up a white button up shirt with a black vest over it. "Edward, you were never anyone's favorite."
I laughed but covered my mouth when Edward glared at me. Just then, Emmett came barging in with huge bags from the grocery store. "You brought me…food. Thanks." I tried to sound sincere but it was really hard considering.
Emmett rolled his eyes as he marched to the kitchen table with the loads of bags. "No need to fake it, Drug Addict." He placed the bags on the table and took out a lot of plastic containers. Actually, it looked like every bag had those plastic containers. "Trust me, you'll love these."
I took the red and white item Emmett held up and saw what is was. "Lunchables?" I smiled.
Edward came behind me and saw the plastic item. "What's that?" I handed it to him and hugged Emmett around the waist.
"Thank you!" I laughed. I loved Lunchables. I used to eat them all the time before I came into the gang. They were the only thing an eleven year old could afford. I haven't eaten one in years!
Alice was still looking through the stuff she brought me as Edward examined the container. "So what? You put it in the microwave and that's it?"
Emmett rolled his eyes. "Where have you been? Everybody knows what Lunchables are." He snatched the plastics container with "Extra Cheesy" written on it from Edward's hands. "No, you don't even need to put it in the microwave, you just eat it like this."
"Like that?" Edward looked like he was going to be sick. Em and I nodded. Emmett peeled off the plastic and showed Edward the different cheeses, the sauce and the crust. Edward gagged. "Yum."
Emmett rolled his eyes and placed it in the fridge. "You wouldn't know what's good if it slapped you in the ass."
"I think that would be enough to get my attention." Edward looked through most of the white bags. "Emmett, did you get anything besides those cheesy Lunchmabobs?"
Emmett walked next to Edward as I sat down at the end of the medium sized table. "First of all, it's call "Extra Cheesy" Lunchables. And second, nope, that's all I bought."
"Yeah, I figured they were extra lame the first time I saw them." I rolled my eyes. Extra Cheesy, extra lame; nice, Edward. He gave up looking and sighed. "How is Bella going to eat all of this by herself? It's unhealthy."
"Well, Dr. Ed, it's not all for Bella. You're gonna have to help her eat it."
Edward picked up a Lunchables box and held it with his thumb and index finger, far away as possible from him. He looked like he was holding a used tissue instead of a "Stackin' Crackers" box. "Great."
Edward began to grab boxes and containers and put them in his fridge.
"Hey, Bella, here's your phone." Alice handed me my expensive, and unscratched, phone.
"Thanks."
"Welcome. Em," She called Emmett and he stopped stuffing his face with little pizza slices.
"I was…uh, just making sure it wasn't poisoned. You never know if they seal these things right." Emmett defended with his mouth full.
"Whatever you say." Alice smiled. "Let's go, I'm going to be late for a class."
"Oh," Emmett threw the empty box away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I need to meet Jasper at the firm, anyway."
"Bye, Bells." Alice waved.
I got out of my seat – I may have been watching Edward put away the stacks of Lunchables, more like gawking – and hugged Alice. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."
Alice's musical laughed filled my ears. "You're welcome."
"See ya, my little Drug Addict." Emmett lightly squeezed me and kissed the top of my head. I didn't feel the electricity like I did with Edward. Emmett was a brother to me, so it was a brother/sister kiss. I've never gotten one before and I was internally glad Emmett was my first. "Later, Ed." He made the peace sign to Edward.
Edward finished putting away all the Lunchables and started putting the bags away under the sink. "Emmett needs a hobby." He said randomly and I laughed, and then walked over to the box sitting by the door.
There were tons and tons of outfits. Some shorts – no way I'll wear them, my scars are still very obvious – tank tops – again, too many scars to wear them – shirts, pants, jackets, shoes and everything I could ever want. Practicaly a new wardrobe! At the very, very bottom, there was 'my necessities'. Alice is a God.
Edward came out of the kitchen wiping his hands against his jeans. "I don't think we'll have any more company today. You can go up and take a shower; I'll take all of that to you right now." He nodded towards the box behind me. "You've had a long and hectic day. It's a little early, but maybe you could go to bed."
"I'm not tired." I looked behind me and down at the box. There's something in there I really need…
Edward shrugged. "Then you could just chill out on m-your bed, or fix your new room around. I need to take my stuff out of there anyway."
I looked back at Edward. He was still standing in between the kitchen and living room. "Sure, but I'll take a shower first."
Edward grinned lopsided and walked up behind me. He bent down and carried the huge box in his arms. "After you."
I made my way up the stairs, letting my hand glide over the railing, and soon found myself in Edward's room. My bag was on his bed – my bed – and Edward set the big box on the couch. "Well, here you are. Is it okay if I take my things out while you're in the shower?"
I tore my gaze from the room and nodded at Edward. "It's fine."
In a blink of an eye, I was in the shower. Edward's water jets pounded on my back, little droplets knocking out every tight, stressed out part of my body. After a good fifteen minutes, I turned off the shower and slid the glass door open. I wrapped myself in the white towel Edward got for me from the hallway closet and dried my body.
I grabbed the razor Alice bought me. It wasn't anything fancy, just a regular, pink, replaceable razor. They're the ones I always get at the dollar store. It's not that I needed to shave, they give you everything you need in the hospital, but I wanted to try something.
The razor in my right hand, I turned on the shower again. I stuck my left arm in the warm water, my palm facing up. I got the razor and swiftly ran the blade over my wrist. I didn't feel anything, but that didn't stop the blood running down with the water. I kept my hand under the water and cut myself over the same spot. This caused the gash to be deeper and I felt it this time. I smiled and closed my eyes in content. It's been a week since I've cut myself and I need to relax.
I opened my eyes and notice the white, shower floor was stained with red. "Shoot." I took out my hand and let the water wash out all the blood. I didn't realize so much blood was coming out. I felt a little headed since I recently just recovered from blood loss, but I'm fine. I threw the razor under the sink and grabbed another towel. This one was smaller, but still white. I wrapped the towel around my wrist and noticed the blood was staining the towel. "Shit!" I muttered and bent down.
Keeping the towel tight around my wrist to ease the bleeding, I searched under the sink for bleach. I finally found it and took the towel away from the hand. I ran the bloody towel under the water from the shower and poured the bleach on it. The bleach running down to the shower floor helped clean the blood there too. It's like killing two birds with one stone.
Soon, everything was white and clean. I smirked to myself. Maybe being able to still cut myself wasn't going to be so hard after all. I still had the new cut on my left wrist. I purposely slapped my hand against the sink counter hard. Slap!
"Bella?" Edward was still taking away his things from my new room. I could hear his voice perfectly form the other side of the door. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine, but uh…I cut myself." At least I wasn't lying to him. "I didn't see the water on the floor and slipped, but I'm fine." I lied as I dried my arm.
"Okay." I could hear Edward's footsteps walking away.
I smiled and sat on the toilet. I examined my new cut. Perfect. Years of cutting myself has paid off. There was a perfect straight line about two inches long on my wrist. It was deep, but it'll be a faded pink within a couple of days.
I sprayed air freshener to cover up the smell of bleach and got dressed. My new cut still burned a little. Just as I was about to get out, I remembered I forgot to clean the razor. I dropped my dirty clothes on the floor and rushed to get the razor. Yup, it was bloody. I tried to rinse it out with the water from the sink but it was already dried in. I got an idea.
Maybe I could cut myself again. But, you know, so that I could rinse off the blood to make it go away. I sat down on the counter, a huge grin plastered on my face, and prepared myself for another moment of pain, yet, sweet bliss.
Wow, I can't even stop Bella. Don't you hate it when your characters take control? Review please! P.s. I got less reviews last time. Maybe I'm not writing well enough…or maybe this story is getting boring. I don't know but if you guys don't like it I'll take it down if you want.
Love, Mayface
