Usual disclaimer applies.
March, 2012
~41~
I stare at Bree, waiting for her to elaborate.
"Well, I mean, I was honest but I kind of forgot some things. I thought back to that night, and wondered how I could leave you alone in that kind of situation. Seriously, I would never do that."
I had wondered that too. It didn't quite make sense that Bree would have not have at least said something to the crowd surrounding my unconscious form. She would have done something.
"I asked Riley yesterday, hoping he would remember. And he told me that someone had picked you up, taken you out of there. And then I remembered. I remembered it all."
So someone had helped me? Before any of them could escalate it further? But then why, why wasn't this person there for me when I was raped?
Perhaps the person who picked me up isn't my savior at all, but my demise.
The thought drops like lead into my stomach and now, now that I feel like I am only seconds away from finding out who did this to me, I feel like I am at a crossroads. Part of me wants to run screaming from this room, from Forks, and never look back. Bury my head in the sand and pretend none of this had ever happened, and Alice is back, my mother is home, and Edward is…
Well, I made the decision long ago that I would not live in denial, that I would find the son of a bitch and make him pay. But even with this resolve, it feels like I am using everything, all my strength, my stamina, when I ask, "Who was it?"
Bree's eyes hold so much sympathy and compassion. It's a shock to see. With her head slightly tilted to the side, her shoulders slumped, she barely whispers her reply.
"It was Edward, Bella."
And I will myself not to panic. We had only been broken up for a little over two months so he must have still cared about me enough to help me out, right? That must be it. Because any other possibility…
I gulp.
Stop. Thinking. Now. Bella.
"And he was really, really angry at them too. Like explosive. He probably would have done a lot of damage if he hadn't been holding you and if he wasn't so messed up himself."
"He was drunk?"
Bree shakes her head.
"No Bella. I don't think so. His eyes, they were so unfocused. I think, I think he was like you Bella."