CHAPTER 8
EPOV
As I lay in bed with Bella in my arms I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. We had fit together so perfectly and I was proud of how well I maintained my control. Maybe I could do this. I had Bella bundled in the comforter so she wouldn't get too chilly. It seems my Bella felt the same way as I did because she was smiling in her sleep an awful lot. This bed was a great idea and when we get married my princess will sleep in my arms every night. Okay she does that now but in her little tiny bed. I listen to her heartbeat, a slow steady rhythm of sleep.
She thinks she wants a vampire life though. A soulless existence bound to clouds, shadows and night. An existence where thirst is the most powerful sensation. Maybe just maybe the passion that we shared will be enough to change her mind. Maybe. Who am I kidding? My Bella is as strong willed as I am.
She starts to toss a little and a small groan escaped her lips. The covers slide ever so slightly off her body and to my horror I can see marks. Bruises on my love's arm. I stare at them momentarily before I uncover her more. Her arms are completely covered in bruises. There are bruises on her chest, across her ribcage. OH GOD I AM A MONSTER!! What have I done? I have hurt her. Her fiance, the man who was supposed to protect her, and I hurt her.
I stared at the bruises, I had hurt my Bella. I was the one putting her in constant danger. I was the reason so many bad things happened to her. I looked at the scars on her arms. The crescent moon shaped scar from James' bite and the long jagged scar from her birthday, when Jasper couldn't control himself. These were my fault too.
I brushed her hair from her face and carefully covered her up. Slowly, so as not to wake her, I slipped out from under her and placed pillows in my place. I looked again at my sleeping angel. How could I have done this? The self loathing I felt hit an all time high. I was a monster, a monster who did not deserve this angel in my life.
I dressed quietly and went to Carlisle's office and grabbed a piece of paper. I sat down to write her a note. What could I say? How could I express to her what I felt? In the end I decided there were not enough words to express my sorrow at what I had done and I knew I couldn't stay and face the horror she was going to feel when she saw the bruises. The bruises that I had caused. I decided to stay simple with the note.
Bella,
I love you. I'm sorry.
E
Short and to the point. I knew there was no way she would forgive me. I had hurt her. Physically hurt her. I put my cell phone down in the living room and went up to take one last look at my sleeping angel. She sighed and called my name followed by the sweetest words... I love you. Once she saw what I had done she would never say that to me again. I knew it.
I jumped out the window and into the night. I didn't know where I was going but it had to be far enough away to protect her from the most dangerous of predators, Me