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July, 2011
~4~
"Edward? Edward, please, please wait. I just…I don't understand. Is it something I did?"
My hand, grasping onto his arm like a life preserver, falls away when I feel him shudder. The knife that is already cutting through my heart twists painfully. He doesn't respond, but gives me a fleeting look before turning away. The lifeless eyes, eyes that were once so bright and animated, haunt me.
~SW~
"Oh Bella, he is just being a dumbass like usual. You know the boy loves you. You know you are destined to make beautiful babies. It's probably a phase or something." Alice scoffs, turning back to the new dress she is currently modeling. "What about this one? Hot?"
~SW~
"Alice, I don't get it. Just last week you were saying how we are meant for each other. Now you think I'm better off?" I can hear the desperation in my own voice, and it scares me.
"It's just that, I mean, there are so many other guys out there. And I don't even see what's so great about Edward anyways." Alice sounds uncomfortable, her grey eyes misting. For the past three years that I've known her, I can't say I have ever witnessed her like this.
"Please Alice, tell me what happened. Is it," Oh God. "Is it someone else?"
The thought sends my mind into a tailspin. I can hardly imagine it. I was just so sure, so sure. Something like that, like what Edward and I had, is something I could have bet my entire life on.
I can't help but be reminded of Mom. I guess I could say I would have bet my life on her, too. Little did I know that one day she would be gone, leaving me with only a note claiming her love. Yeah, right.
I wake up to the shouting again. Rolling over, I smother my head into the pillow, hoping it'll block out some of the noise. Yeah Mom, Dad's job is stressful. He is chief of police after all. Get over it.
Mom has been pestering Dad, saying that she doesn't like his unpredictable work hours. She wants to know when he'll be home for supper. She wants to know which nights he will be gone, and when he has to leave in the morning. I totally understand where she is coming from, but it's not like Dad can pick when crime happens, when someone is in need of his help.
Trying to fall back asleep, I am deluged with images of the new boy to Forks High, Edward Cullen. In my fantasy, he sees a lock of my hair, and pushing it behind my ear, he whispers.
"Alice," I sigh, knowing she won't expand anymore on the topic, "I got to get home. You said Esme will be home at four, and I really don't want to be here when she arrives."
Alice nods distractedly. Even she admits that Esme has a special kind of dislike for the Swans, particularly me.