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Probably should've done that with my other hand, I muse belatedly, as a pile of flesh-covered iron jumps on top of me, forcing my face into the linoleum flooring.
Through the muffled noises of male aggression and the soundtrack of knuckles meeting ribs and cheekbones and vital organs, I hear Bella crying and screaming for help.
I've fucked up big time.
A large part of me wants these guys to keep on pounding, or at least make it so my eyes swell shut and I won't have to see the disappointment on her face.
I promised I'd try for her.
-o-
I'm drifting in and out; the body is merciful that way.
"Guys! OFF!" Hands that aren't exactly gentle unearth my crushed body and flip me onto my back. "Aww, fuck."
It's Jake. He's called off the dogs.
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"Edward," Bella sobs, as the paramedics load me into the back of the ambulance.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.
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"We're following you to the hospital," Jas says, leaning close to my face.
No… She can't see me …Please don't
"Edward?" God bless him, Jasper sees in my eyes what I can't say.
"Okay," he says softly.
A/N: I really hate writing angst. :( XXX ~BOH