MAKE SURE YOU READ THE NOTE AT THE BOTTOM.
Bella stood in front of a full length mirror, staring at the reflection of a girl she barely recognized. Her short hair was curled around her face, falling just above her shoulders, her makeup so perfect that she was already regretting having to take it off later, the pink dress Alice had chosen for her was hugging her tiny body perfectly, pushing up breasts she forgot she had.
"You look beautiful." Esme smiled from behind her, placing a hand on Bella's exposed shoulder, and Bella caught her eyes in the reflection. They were as soft and loving as they had always been, but Bella knew she didn't deserve any of that.
"Thank you." Bella forced a smile back at Esme and stepped away from the mirror, walking toward the other bridesmaids. Rosalie glared at her from her seat on the plush sofa. Bella knew Rose was pissed that she had been included, pissed that she was invited at all, but the fact that Bella had been chosen over her was making it even worse. The tension in the room was suffocating.
"Bella!" Alice yelled from the bathroom, and Bella dropped her eyes from Rose when she noticed the woman's nostrils flaring. She really hated Bella's guts. "Come help me with my dress!"
Bella scurried away from Rose's line of sight and toward Alice. Thankful that the curls made it possible for her to hide behind her hair and a small smile came over her face at the thought. She had hid behind her long hair a lot over the years, hiding from Edward's stare in biology, hiding her blush when he'd say something nice. The memories were bitter sweet, the pain in her chest reminding her of just that.
"I can't zip this up!" Alice scurried around, obviously in a panic. Her mouth running a mile a minute and her arms reaching around to try and grip the zipper. Bella laughed and pulled the zipper up.
"Calm down. Everything will be perfect."
Edward stood at the opposite end of the church, the light of day revealing just how much of an asshole he had been the night before. Images flashed through his mind. Tanya kissing him, Bella's hurt face, Bella against the wall. He had really fucked up. He remembered saying things he didn't mean, holding on just a bit too tight. He remembered her confession, remembered offering to help. If anything, that was the one thing he didn't regret from the night before. No matter how long it took, he would have her agree to let them test him. If he were a match, he could save her life.
Edward took a deep breath when the two of them met in front of the door leading to the church and held out his arm for her to latch on to. With a glance in her direction, he noticed how beautiful she was, how alive. She looked like Bella. They walked down the aisle slowly, her grip on his arm tight, her chest heaving with each step they took. He smiled at the people in the crowd, trying his hardest to ignore the thoughts pushing forward. What would she have looked like at their wedding? Where would they be now? Bella was nervous, that much was obvious. He'd know it even if she were better at hiding it. No matter what state she was in, he knew she hated being stared at...and that was exactly what was happening right now.
Bella held tight to Edward, a light sheen of sweat covering her entire body. She felt nauseous, she felt faint. Her head was pounding harder than her heart. She knew her body, and unfortunately she knew this feeling all too well. "Edward?" she whispered, her nails gripping tightly onto his sleeve. Their eyes connected, confusion written between his furrowed brows. "Please don't let me fall." And then everything went black.
I know a lot of you HATE me for the Tanya thing, but you need to realize that he was DRUNK. He was HURT. And he didn't know what he was doing. I advise you to never take the "I was drunk" excuse in your real lives, but boys give it…and our Edward is no different. If you have questions you actually want me to answer, review when you're signed in or PM me. I can't reply when you're reviewing as a guest. This is the only time I will answer questions in an authors note. (And I'm not meaning to sound like a bitch, I love y'all)
1: How did he get Tanya home when he was THAT drunk?
-Do we really care all that much? He could have told the bitch to take a bus and I would have been happy. In my mind, he just left her there and walked away. Threw her some dollar bills and told her to take a cab to the airport. Once again, I don't think it matters. Ding dong the witch is dead. She's gone. That's enough for me.
2: Why is he all of a sudden trying to be level headed? He knew what he was doing.
-Have y'all ever been a little bit too wasted? There comes a time when something SERIOUS happens and you have no choice but to sober up that quickly. You're still drunk, you're still out of it, but you have to force yourself to think clearly. (idk about y'all but college has been quite a time for me to learn this little gem)He was going to take her back to the hotel, thats what his intentions were, but after seeing Bella he couldn't even remember what they were. Edward seeing Bella there was what pulled him out of a lust filled, drunken haze. Don't get mad, he never would have slept with her. Even if Bella wouldn't have walked up, he would have seen the error of his ways.
NOW ON WITH THE STORY!