Bella:
"IF YOU DON'T WANT ME, JUST FUCKING SAY! I'VE LASTED THE FIRST 17 YEARS OF MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU; I DON'T NEED YOU ANY MORE!"
"Who the hell was that, Alice?" I ask, though there's more shouting in the background.
"Edward, I think. Get your parents round here now!" Alice says quickly before hanging up.
I run downstairs and into the living room, where my parents are watching TV.
"Mum, dad, we need to go to the Cullen's house! I was just on the phone with Alice and it sounds like Edward and Carlisle are having a big argument." I inform them hurriedly while grabbing my shoes.
"What?" My mum questions, looking confused with everything. I feel the same.
"I don't know! But Edward sounded really angry." I tell them. They both get up, grab their own shoes, and then we quickly drive over to the Cullen house.
Mum knocks on the door, to reveal a nervous Alice who looks like she's been crying. I pull her into a big hug while my mum and dad go further into the house to the source of the shouting.
"Edward…and Carlisle…they're both really angry. I'm scared, Bella." Alice whimpers as we walk towards the living room where everyone seems to be.
"What happened? Where's Edward?" My mum asks.
"He's in his room, sulking, I suspect." Carlisle huffs. I like him less and less every day.
"Edward and Carlisle got in a fight." Esme supplies, since Carlisle answer didn't really answer anything.
"What about?" My mum asks, still trying to get more answers.
"Look, I just…slightly lost my temper. And I took it out on Edward." Carlisle sighs, though I feel no sympathy towards him. He deserves everything he gets.
"But Edward hasn't done anything wrong!" I protest, standing up for Edward since he isn't here.
"Bells, perhaps you could go up to Edward's room, to see how he's coping." My dad suggests, obviously sensing my rising annoyance at Carlisle.
I do as he says before I attempt to strangle Carlisle, and head straight to Edward's room. I can hear some banging going on inside, so I tentatively knock on the door instead of just barging in.
"Go away!" Edward's gruff voice shouts back.
"It's Bella." I shout back, hoping that he maybe won't mind seeing me.
The door opens revealing a broken looking Edward, who mutters sheepishly, "S-sorry. I thought y-you were C-C-Carlisle…" Edward opens the door wider, allowing me to walk past him into his bedroom.
I'm shocked by what I see, as there are several boxes half-filled with what looks to be Edward's possessions.
"Edward…what's going on?" I ask, as he's resumed his packing after letting me in.
"I'm l-leaving. It's c-clear I'm n-not, uh, wanted." He mutters, not looking at me. I grab his hand to stop him, but he winces when I do. I take a closer look at his hand and see a couple of his knuckles are swollen and beginning to bruise. Did Carlisle do that to him?
"What happened to your hand?" I ask in concern. Edward quickly shoves his hand in his pocket, once again wincing.
"N-nothing." Edward mumbles, turning away from me.
"Edward. What happened? Did Carlisle do that to you?" I demand, since if it was Carlisle, I swear to god…
"No! N-no! It w-wasn't him. I, uh, I k-kinda punched t-the wall." Edward finally admits, looking embarrassed.
"Show me you hand." I ask gently, not wanting to just grab it and cause him more pain.
"N-No." Edward refuses feebly.
"Please." I add, hoping he'll give in.
Reluctantly, he withdraws his hand from his pocket, letting me have a closer inspection. I compare his knuckles to the ones on his other hand, and see that they are swollen to almost three times their normal size.
"Your knuckles are either broken or very badly bruised. You need to rest your hand and take something for the pain." I tell him.
"H-how do y-you know, um, w-what to do?" Edward asks.
"I'm clumsy. I tend to break things a lot. Now, sit down on the couch, and stop packing things." He tries to protest, so I resort to pushing him down onto the couch, "Now, why do you think you're not wanted?"
"B-because C-Carlisle said so." Edward answers, looking down at his hand.
"Well, Carlisle's an idiot." I state, which makes Edward give me a sceptical look, "You're wanted by Alice, and Esme, and my parents, and…I want you."
"Y-you do?" Edward questions, sounding more hopefully.
"Of course I do." I smile at him.
Abruptly, he stands up and starts pacing around the room, "But t-that's n-not enough…I'm n-not wanted in th-this house! I w-was planning o-on leave-leaving when I w-was 18 anyway…I'll j-just leave s-so-sooner…"
"No! You can't leave, Edward! Think of all the people that would miss you!" I tell him, trying to make him see sense.
"C-Carlisle wouldn't m-miss me." Edward says, clearly not listening to a word I'm saying.
"So it doesn't matter that your half brother and sister you never knew about would miss you? Or the girl you were happily kissing this afternoon? Or did that not mean anything to you?" I know I shouldn't be getting frustrated with him, but I can't help it. I just…I can't let him go. He may not have been in my life that long, but I'm already pretty certain I'm miss him a hell of a lot.
"I-it's not t-the same!" Edward huffs, infuriating me further.
"Bella! Edward! Could you come downstairs for a minute?" Esme shouts to both of us.
"Come on, we'll talk more later." I warn him, heading towards the door. Just before I reach the handle, Edward stops me, spins me round, and kisses me. The kiss stops as abruptly as it started, with Edward storming out downstairs, leaving me flustered. Woah.
Everyone is gathered around in the living room, with Carlisle thankfully looking calmer and Alice looking less distraught.
"Edward, son, I'm incredibly sorry about the things I said before. I hope you know that I didn't mean any of them." Carlisle says as Edward takes a seat.
"D-don't worry ab-about me…I'm leaving." Edward announces, causing a collective gasp from everyone.
"Edward! You can't leave! You're my baby brother!" Only by a couple of months, but Alice loves the thought of a younger sibling.
"I-I'm sorry. I'll w-write letters." Edward mumbles.
"Don't listen to him, he's not leaving." I add, shooting a glare towards Edward.
"I a-am!" Edward insists.
"You're only 17, kiddo, it's not legal anyway." My dad says.
"We j-just wouldn't t-tell the po-police." Edward answers, almost making me giggle.
"I am the police, kiddo." My dad informs him.
"I know since you've moved here things haven't been as easy, but they'll settle down." I'm surprised at first at Esme's words, but then I remember how nurturing she is, and how she'll feel this is all her fault when it clearly isn't.
"Esme and I are going to go away for a week, to see if we can fix our marriage. Just stay at least until after then." Carlisle reasons with Edward.
"F-fine." Edward huffs.
"I really am…what happened to your hand?" Carlisle asks, noticing the large knuckles.
"N-nothing." Edward mutters, trying to hide his hand, "Fine, I p-punched a wa-wall." He adds when everyone gives him sceptical looks.
"I'll take a look at it for you." Carlisle says, walking over and holding his hand out to look at Edward's.
"B-Bella already d-did. She s-said it w-was…it was either bad-badly bruised or br-broken." Edward says.
"I've got some medical bandages I can put on it, and then we'll take you to the hospital tomorrow, ok?" Carlisle asks.
"I-I have a st-stutter, I'm n-not a b-baby." Edward says, holding out his hand while Carlisle grabs the first aid box.
"I'm sorry, I just…" Carlisle trails off as he starts bandaging Edward's hand. Whilst doing this, Edward grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly to keep from wincing, I suppose.
After he's all bandaged up, I take him back up to his room to unpack some of his things for him.
"Sorry for shouting at you before." I tell him, since it's a bit awkward because neither of us was saying anything.
"I-it's fine. I w-was just up-upset." Edward mutters, before adding, "You d-don't know wh-what it's like…t-to have neither o-of your p-parents w-want you." Ok, now I'm just angry with Edward again. Firstly, Carlisle is trying, and secondly, he doesn't know what he's talking about.
"You are so infuriating! Carlisle is trying, Edward, but you've got to try too! And I don't know what it's like? Well, here's news for you, buddy! My birth parents gave me up, because I was too much of a hassle for them! They'd rather be getting high and breaking the law than looking after a child! My parent's downstairs, Renée and Charlie, adopted me, when I was just a year old! So, actually, I do fucking know what it's like!" When I finish my speech, I march out of the room, slam the door, and run downstairs and straight into my parent's car.
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