Important! While this is based on my life and the events that have taken place involving me, this is a Fanfiction and there will be fiction in the story. Enjoy!
Last time:
"How is everything going anyway? You said that you and Charlie talked last night," Esme prompts. I like Esme; she isn't one for gossip, but she is willing to help her friends if they need it. She knows exactly what to say and when to say it.
"He said that he needs space. He's going to spend this weekend with Billy and he will be back Monday,." Renee tells her loudly so that I can hear clearly. She's saying it like this so she doesn't have to tell me later. Esme and I both nod and Renee goes on about how it looks like the divorce is, in fact, going ahead. We both cry a little when she admits this and I see Edward looking at me. I don't look back.
My life is a mess; he doesn't need me making his a mess too. By him being there for me now, when the next bad thing happens and he isn't there, I don't know how I will cope. I'll always have Alice. She told me that there isn't a chance in hell she is going to be leaving me any time soon. I laughed at that, thinking about how soon she will want to leave when she realizes how much of a drag I will be on her.
Esme and Renee both go into the kitchen, to get fresh drinks and cakes. I know that they are going to be talking about something Renee doesn't want me to hear. Edward shifts and stands up, stretching his back, and slowly walks over to me. He kneels in front of me and takes my hands. I meet his eyes and he smiles softly at me.
"Everything will be alright," he whispers and for some reason, I want to believe him.
Chapter twenty-one.
Now:
I sit silently, trying to hear what Renee and Esme are saying. I know I shouldn't be nosey, but this does involve me, too. It's my life they are talking about and I want to know what is going on with my parents. I can't help feeling I have the right to know everything about the divorce. Is that selfish of me? If it is, I don't really care at this moment in time.
Edward is still on the floor in front of me, my hands in his. He is rubbing his thumbs over the backs of my hands and my wrists; his eyes following his movements. I want to take my hands back and ask him why he tried to kiss me, but I know he is high. He wouldn't have tried to kiss me if he wasn't. I'm sure he will be disgusted when he sobers up. In fact, I know he will be.
His movements are so soft and seem so innocent, but they are making me feel weird. My heart rate has picked up and my stomach is flopping about too much. I can't be hungry, can I? I have eaten today, so that can't be it. But then again, maybe since I have eaten too much before, I am always hungry now? I really don't know.
I bite hard on my bottom lip, trying really hard to think past his caresses and on to something not as weird. I wonder where Alice is. The school day ended a while ago, and she hasn't called Esme to see where she and Edward are. Maybe Esme left her a note or she's gone to Jasper's for a little while. I dread to think what they could be doing.
I will probably never have that. I won't have to convince my parents to let me stay at a boyfriend's house, even if I am seventeen. I will never have a boyfriend to hang around with at his house. A sigh escapes me, and Edward looks up at me, his eyes wide. What's the matter with him? He clears his throat and then looks back down at our hands. I know he will want to let go as soon as possible; but he wouldn't want to hurt my feelings, so I save him the trouble and try to pull my hands back only to find him holding on tightly.
I raise my eyebrow at him when he looks at me and he just smirks at me slightly. His eyes are playful and it almost makes me smile. What is going through his mind right now? I ask him what he's doing and he's just about to reply when the living room door opens. He quickly drops my hands and jumps up as I sit there frozen, my face the color of a fire truck.
"What the hell is going on?" Emmett asks, but his voce tells us he really doesn't care.
"None of your business," I tell him as I stand up, making both guys look at me in surprise. What? It isn't any of his business what Edward and I are doing. We weren't doing anything, but he doesn't need to know that.
"What's the matter, Emz?" A voice asks as Rosalie steps in the room. I want to roll my eyes. Emz? Really? He isn't three anymore, or a rapper.
"Nothing, babe." Emmett keeps looking between Edward and me as he speaks. I roll my eyes at him and sit back down, waiting from him and Rosalie to leave. I can almost guarantee they will go up to his room in a moment and Renee won't tell them off for having sex in her house. If I was having sex in my room, she would flip out. That will never happen, and she knows it, so she's happy.
Esme and my mom come back into the living room and it suddenly feels very small in here. Esme and Renee sit on the love seat, sipping sweet tea, and Rosalie and Emmett share the recliner, kissing. When they come up for air, Rosalie turns to glare at me. Edward and I sit awkwardly on the couch, both at opposite ends, as far away from each other as possible.
"Edward, what happened to your mouth?" Rosalie asks, smiling sweetly at everyone but me.
"I walked into a door." Edward shrugs and I feel my face heat up. I didn't expect him to say what really happened, but that doesn't seem to be very realistic.
"I have walked into many doors, but I have never hurt my mouth." Emmett chuckles and I see the glance that Edward shoots me out the corner of his eye.
"I was coming out the bathroom and I hit him with it." I feel my face get even hotter at my lie. "It was my fault." I shrug.
"Everything is your fault," Emmett mutters, but I hear him. Rosalie lets out a shrill laugh and I cower away from them both. Of course, I had to sit on the end closest to them. The color quickly leaves my face and I pull my knees up to my chest, hugging them close to me.
Everyone starts up a conversation about the big game coming up this weekend and I listen silently, looking at the floor in front of the television. I probably won't go to this game. I went to the last one and Renee says I can go to every other one. It doesn't bother me either way, and I know Emmett prefers it if I'm not there. Like I said, it doesn't bother me either way.
I know that if I do go, I won't be watching Emmett anyway. If I go, I'll be watching Jasper and Edward running around the field, racking up points for our team. Emmett is a great player, there is no doubt about that, but he mainly stops the other teams from scoring, not scoring points himself. The rest of the guys on the team just stand around, checking out the cheerleaders. The only reason the coach still has them is because they need the numbers to make up the team. Everyone knows it. Jasper, Emmett, and Edward could easily win just by themselves. It would probably be a quicker game, too, without the rest of Forks' team getting in their way.
"Isabella won't be going," Renee says and I look up as she says my name.
"Why not?" Esme asks, smiling sweetly at me. I smile shyly back, not knowing what else to do.
"She went to the last one. Our Isabella isn't a fan of sports," Renee tells her and Esme just shrugs a little, putting her hand on my mother's.
"Evidently," Rosalie sneers and I snap my head down again, feeling the burn in my cheeks. I don't know if Renee heard her or not, but she just ignores Rosalie, and tells Esme about something she saw on the television.
"Shut up, Rosalie," Edward growls and both mothers hear that. Rosalie glares at him and he just glares right back, neither one blinking. I look over and see Edward's jaw tense and his hands clench into fists by his side.
"Edward, don't talk to her like that," Esme scolds and he just ignores her, glaring at Rosalie. "Edward, I am talking to you!" she barks, but Edward still ignores her. With a sigh, Esme stands up and thanks Renee for the tea and cakes. "We're going home. Come on, Edward." The glaring match between Rosalie and Edward continues until Esme stands in front of her son; her hands on her hips and her red lips pursed. Edward looks at his mother and shakes his head before standing.
"I'm watching you, Hale. So you better watch your back," he hisses and Esme just grabs Edward's arm, apologizing to both Renee and Rosalie before dragging him out the room.
"Don't fucking apologize to that bitch for me, Esme. If I had my way, she would be…" The door slams behind them and Edward's yells become muffled.
"What a rude young man," Renee says to herself, picking up the used plates and cups before going into the kitchen. I wait until she leaves before standing up. I move toward the door and a hand circles my wrist, making me stop walking. I know whose hand it is as sharp, claw-like nails dig into my skin, making me bite my bottom lip to stop from crying out in pain.
The nails just dig in deeper and I look down at my wrist to see the area turning an angry red. Harder and harder the nails press, until small drops of blood start to flow down my wrist, coloring her French manicured nails. I look at her face and see her smirking at me, her eyes hard. My eyes prickle from the pain and I look away from her, blinking back tears.
"Rosalie, let her go," Emmett says softly, kissing her neck. She nods and releases my hand after a hard squeeze. I clutch my wrist to my chest as I walk up the stairs to the bathroom. Once the door is locked behind me, I pull up my arm to see four bleeding crescent shaped marks on the inside of my wrist and one on the other side, obviously from her thumb. I dab at the wounds with a tissue, cleaning away the blood before disinfecting the cuts and putting Band-Aids on them.
Rosalie is gone when Renee calls me down for dinner.
"What have you done to your wrist?" Renee asks with a mouth full of food, pointing to it with her knife. Emmett clears his throat and I can feel both of their eyes on me.
"I caught it on the door." I shrug, looking down and avoiding her eyes.
"First Edward with the door, now you," she says with a small chuckle, rolling her eyes. This is the best I have seen her in weeks and it's good to see her so carefree again. "Maybe we should have teenager safety courses: This is how to open a door, and this is how to close it." She uses a stupid voice for the last bit before she lets out a laugh and I laugh a little with her.
After that, I don't eat much and go straight to to my room Iafter I wash and put away my plate and cutlery. My wrist aches, but I ignore it, doing some homework that I have left until the last minute again. I really need to start doing my homework the night it is set. It takes me about an hour to finish, and I fall asleep as soon as I put it in my bag and lay down.
I half expected Edward to come in through my window again, but there was no sign of him in the morning. I would have heard him if he had come in, and I didn't, so he obviously didn't want to see me. I shrug it off - maybe he was tired, too. I know I left the window open a little bit last night, so it isn't like he came but couldn't get in or couldn't wake me up.
I haven't seen him all day, and he wasn't at my house this morning. He told me he would be there, but I don't mind. It wasn't raining this morning and the walk was welcome. I like walking. I didn't walk to school yesterday because Edward and Alice picked me up, but the walk back from the Cullens' house yesterday was nice. When people don't yell at you as you walk past, you notice all the peaceful things about Forks.
Sitting at my normal table, I begin to eat silently and pull out a book, flipping half way through and finding the spot where I left it yesterday. I soon find myself lost in the wonderful world of fiction, not caring about any other student from Forks High that could be watching me as I read. I have learned to ignore the prickly feeling you get when people are watching you. I'm watched so often I don't really notice it anymore.
A tray slams onto the table next to me and I jump, my hand going to my chest and my book drops to the table. I look up slowly to see Edward grinning at me, his eyes dancing with something I can't understand.
"You scared the life out of me," I huff, my heart finally slowing back to normal. He continues to grin and sits down in the seat next to me.
"I told you, you would scare her. Asshole!" Alice glares at Edward but I can see she isn't really mad at her brother. "Hey, Isabella." She smiles at me and leans across the table, kissing my cheek lightly. Edward wolf whistlers, making my face go bright red and Alice laughs.
"Hi, Alice," I greet back, my face gradually getting cooler. Jasper strolls over to our table, sits down, and draws Alice into conversation. I look at Edward out the corner of my eye and see him looking at me, too.
"What did your mom do to you yesterday?" I ask quietly and he rolls his eyes before grabbing some chips and putting one in his mouth.
"She grounded me." He shrugs; his mouth full. I grimace at him and he just winks at me. This time I roll my eyes and pick my book up again, flipping back to where I was interrupted. "Am I that boring?" he asks, almost sounding hurt.
"Yeah, sorry. Would you rather I pretend to listen to you?" I ask, making my voice sound bored. Alice and Jasper both burst out laughing, obviously eavesdropping on our conversation and I join in their laughter. Still laughing, I bend down and pull my sandwich out of my bag. I set it on the table so I can roll up my sleeves slightly then pick it back up, slowly eating it while listening to Alice and Edward talk.
"Iz, what's that?" Jasper asks, his voice hesitant.
"What's what?" I ask, looking down to see if I had spilled anything on me. Alice and Edward stop talking and look over at me, making me feel completely uncomfortable. Before Jasper can reply, Edward has my hand in his own, quickly unwrapping the bandage I had put around my wrist this morning when I cleaned the small cuts.
I snatch my hand back from Edward, putting it under the table.
"It's nothing." I shrug, slowly unwrapping the gauze. I know they will want proof that it really is nothing and I have nothing to hide, so why not show them?
"It is what I think it is?" Alice asks and I see tears building in her eyes. What could she possibly think it is? I haven't don't anything so why does she look so sad? I quickly shake my head when the realization hits.
"No, Alice. No. It's nothing like that." I hold out my wrist and Alice takes it in her hand, turning my wrist around to see both sides.
"Who did this to you?" Jasper asks.
"It was Rosalie, wasn't it?" Edward stands from the table before I can reply. "I'm going to kill the fucking bitch!" he growls and storms out the room, leaving us all staring after him.
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