Song: One Headlight by The Wallflowers
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I woke up to Bella's alarm going off, but she didn't even stir.
Not that she would have been able to move with the way my body was pinning her to the bed. I rolled off of her with a groan, reaching for her phone on the night stand and picking it up.
Her reminder was a warning for me, not for her. Kind of. Her schedule was organized to the point of concern, her note giving her enough time to wake up and have a shower before she needed to wake me up to do the same.
"Mmm, baby?" I said, kissing her neck.
She didn't even stir, and that scared away the last bit of my sleep. Bella was an incredibly light sleeper.
If she hadn't been breathing deeply, I might have thought that she was dead. Still, I panicked a little before I remembered her telling me last night that she's been having to pretty much tranquillize herself to sleep lately. I set her phone back down, settling back on top of her as I brushed her chaotic hair out of her face, then kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheeks, her jaw.
"Baby, it's time to wake up," I said gently. I didn't want to scare her awake, and I had no idea how powerful those pills were. I just continued to whisper her name as I kissed her, and she started to stir after a few minutes.
"Mmm, Edward," she murmured quietly, making me smile. I kissed the corner of her mouth.
"Wake up baby."
She just hummed, looking like I was losing her again. I couldn't help the smug smile that stretched across my face though, just looking at her. God, how I'd missed this.
My feelings were still torn over yesterday. Too much had happened, and too much had been said. Good and bad. I hadn't lied when I'd told her I'd forgiven her, because she did what she thought was best in a lose-lose situation. Just as I had. And she had forgiven me. She was hurt, but she understood it. She loved me. And for me the bottom line was that I knew without a doubt that I wanted her in my life forever. She was it. We still needed to talk more, but right now, looking at her like this, there was only one thing I wanted to do. I grinned, kissing her neck, and she let out a soft moan as I slowly made my way up to her ear.
"Bella," I whispered.
A lazy smile stretched across her face.
I nipped at her shoulder, and she shivered before her hands moved up my stomach, my chest, then wrapped around my shoulders.
"Edward," she breathed again, and fuck me if it wasn't the sexiest sound I'd ever heard.
"Wake up baby."
"You feel so good," she whispered and she shimmed down a bit underneath me, opening her thighs, and sighing as I slipped over her wet heat. I groaned. It's not that I didn't want to give her what she wanted, I was just pretty sure that she wasn't actually awake.
"Baby, I'm going to need you to tell me you're awake, because I'm not going to fuck you while you're asleep." I hissed as she rubbed herself against me, and her hands slid into my hair as she pulled my face down to kiss me. It was slow, and lazy, but fucking perfect, and she moaned as I slid against her, up and down, slowly, and it felt fucking amazing. Her legs wrapped around my waist, moving against me, pulling me inside of her.
My breath left me in a deep huff as she dropped her head back and moaned. I kissed her jaw as I started a slow, lazy, deep rhythm. She started to meet each of my thrusts, and I could feel her tightening around me as her nails dug into my shoulders. I started moving faster, harder, getting close, and she whimpered and came close to drawing blood with her nails as my hand slid down her stomach and slipped between us.
We were both breathing heavily as I dropped down on top of her, and then rolled off of her a minute later because it was just too fucking hot.
"Mmm, that's much nicer than waking up to an alarm clock," she laughed, making me smile.
"Yes, well, you slept right through said alarm this morning," I teased, and she bolted into an upright position.
"What? What time is it?" She asked worriedly, and just sitting up looked like it made her extremely dizzy.
"Shh, it's okay, it's just a bit after five… I figured we could save some time if we shared the shower," I teased, and a small smile curled her mouth before she lay back down. "Baby? Are you okay?" I was starting to get really worried now.
"Yeah, sorry… that stuff just messes with my head. I'll be fine in a couple minutes though," she murmured.
And they really did mess with her head. We got up a few minutes later, and I kept an arm around her to prevent her from stumbling around. After a good half hour in the shower though, we were both awake, alert, and refreshed. It looked like it was turning out to be a beautiful day, and I ordered us some room service while Bella was getting ready, which we decided to take out to the balcony. We brought the couch cushions out, having a small picnic.
I could tell almost instantly that she was trying to say something, the way her eyes flickered to me constantly, the way her fists and jaw clenched. I set down my fork, watching her as I took a sip of my coffee and set it down, waiting her out. She worried her bottom lip for a moment, before taking a breath.
"How are you feeling?" She asked quietly. I raised an eyebrow at her, wanting her to be more specific because I knew she was looking for something specific, and her words left her like a damn opening up. "I see you on set, and around the studio, and then there was always the drives, and I'd ask Mac and Mike but... it's not the same. Are you okay? How is the filming going? Are you eating okay? Is Jane still harassing you?"
I needed a minute to process, but tried to do it quickly because she looked so panicked. "I'm okay. It was... hard, trying to give you that type of space Bella. I won't lie to you, it really hurt, but at the same time I understood why you had to."
"I wish I'd told you, I wish I could take it back," she whispered, and I kissed her, hoping to prevent her from crying.
"I know," I told her, because I did. Then I grinned as I pulled back a little to look at her. When she opened her eyes and saw me watching her she looked at me in confusion. "I miss your cooking. I've been eating, the quality just pales in comparison to what I'm used to." She blushed, smiling, and I had to kiss her again. She tasted like strawberries and maple syrup. "And work is still on schedule, though it's getting exhausting. Jane's an annoyance. I just can't wait until this is done."
We needed to get away, to heal, to just be together without shit coming up around every damn corner. God, I couldn't wait.
As I brushed my hand back through her hair, just watching her, she still seemed uneasy.
"What else?"
She took in a shaking breath. "Are... are you, like-" Her eyes watered in her frustration, and her hand moved back through her hair nervously. "Does it bother you? That you're with... well, that they know what he did?"
Err... "What?"
"Does it bother you, that people know that you're with someone like me? They know that I was... with him, and that we're-"
"Bella, fuck, no," I said quickly, cutting her off once I realized what she was getting at, before she could get any further.
"I'm sorry." She closed her eyes tightly fighting back her tears.
"Baby, you know that wasn't your fault. I'm proud to be with you, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm the only man you've been with. What he did to you, that was different, and it doesn't make you any less of an amazing person."
I could tell that she didn't quite believe me, but she also knew I wasn't lying. She seemed more in disbelief. I smiled at her, spearing a slice of pineapple and holding it out to her. She gave me a tentative smile before biting it off of my fork. I let her eat some more of her breakfast before getting her to talk again.
I checked my watch, we only had fifteen minutes. I had to know though, otherwise I'd be thinking about it all day.
"Bella?"
"Hmm?" She hummed around her juice.
"Yesterday... what changed? That kiss..." Something had changed for her to kiss me like that. She watched my face closely, and a little uneasily, but she answered.
"I watched you. All morning, your entire shoot. And... it was nothing like you did with me. You were a completely different person with her. And when you kissed her... you've never kissed me like that before. I saw your face, I saw how much you didn't want to do it."
"You really thought I could have shared that with her?" I asked, shocked, and a little hurt. Though I can see where her doubt would have come from.
"I don't know... I just know that I didn't want you to," she whispered. I kissed her once more.
"Never baby, I've never been like this with anyone besides you."
She gave me a watery smile, and the calm that settled between us was intoxicating. We finished off our breakfast, packed our bags, and took Zeus to the park for a bit on our way to the set. I couldn't bring myself to let go of her for a second. I looked through my schedule and smiled brightly, seeing that I had the entire next two days off. Maybe she'd let me take her out for a day on the town, I'd just have to hire some security…
"What's got you smiling like that?" She asked in a teasing voice. I grinned.
"Two whole days off," I said cheerfully. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"
She rolled her eyes. "You have two days off because I'm filming for the next two days. We're shooting most of the rest of mine and Mike's scenes," she said gently.
I forced myself not to pout. "Oh, okay."
It was really fucking hard not to pout. Instead, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her until Zeus started barking at us. She looked up at me sadly, like she was reading my damn mind.
"After those two days though, I only have one more day of work at the end of the week, and then I'm all done," she said with a smile. That brightened my mood.
"What are you doing today?"
"Nothing," she said with a shrug. "Just thought I'd tag along to hang out with you." She chewed on her bottom lip nervously for a moment. "Is that okay?"
"Of course it is, it always is," I assured her. We still needed to work on this, her irrational fear that I didn't want her around. All the time.
But we had the rest of our lives.
I grinned. "So, where do you want to get married?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her. She smiled, her eyes closing as I kissed her neck, tilting her head to the side slightly to give me better access.
"It doesn't matter to me," she breathed, and I kept one eye on the driver as my hand slipped under her shirt.
"Ideas? Preferences? Vetoes?"
"Mmm... no churches. I want to get married outside."
"Done." She laughed as my fingers went over a spot on her side, and I grinned before kissing her.
"What about you? What do you want to do?"
"Hmm, how about a beach?" I offered. Bella loved the beach, and despite living next to one we rarely got to go to it. And I loved Bella in a bikini, so it worked out well for everyone.
"I love it. What beach?"
I was still thinking about my answer as we moved out of the car to get into the hotel we were shooting in today. Bella didn't get too worked up by the press today, but I was also distracting her. I couldn't let go of her, and she couldn't seem to wipe the smile off of her face. I wanted something private, where the press wouldn't be able to hunt us down. But it needed to able to accommodate Zeus as well. I was mentally sorting through the list of resorts I'd been to when she came into my changing room with me, and smiled.
"Do you want a big ceremony?" I already knew the answer, but I still wanted to ask. She shook her head warily, and I smiled, pulling her against me.
"Me neither," I told her with a kiss. "I know the perfect place."
"Where?" She asked, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as she pulled my face down to hers and kissed me.
"Belize."
"Hmm, where's that?"
"South, below Mexico almost."
I gave a mental fist pump when I saw the excitement in her eyes, kissing her again before I forced myself to get changed.
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I was honestly a little taken aback by how quickly things had changed, in a fucking amazing away.
Bella was smiling more, she seemed lighter.
She was acting like herself around other people now. I was pretty damn proud really. It had taken her a while, and I knew the thing with Jane had been a huge setback, but it was like once we started talking again, she just stopped giving a shit.
She wasn't hiding behind Bree any more, and having that burden off of her shoulders had a drastic result.
She seemed more comfortable in her own skin, and it made all the difference in her moods. She still had a ways to go, sometimes I'd catch her staring off into space with an uneasy, lost look in her eyes, and it let me know that she still had a long way to go against fighting the memories of her past. I wasn't worried any more though, not like I had been.
She was closer to the Bella that she had been when we had started dating. A little stand-offish, outspoken if someone pissed her off, confident, yet compassionate. The hardest parts for her now was shutting out the voices when we walked through the crowds of press. That, and her sleeping. On her second day of shooting, we'd been up late the night before, and I'd seen for myself how hard it was for her. Without those pills she could barely close her eyes, she was afraid to, and since she couldn't take them and risk hurting herself from the drowsiness on set, I'd tried to just hold her and comfort her into sleep. Both times that she'd managed to drift off she'd woken up only minutes later gasping and crying.
During her two days of shooting, whenever I wasn't mesmerized by watching her do her stunts and fights, I was on my lap-top and phone with my old travel agent. Billy was awesome, a discreet and dedicated worker, but I just hadn't had a use for him for so long now. He was thrilled getting back in touch with me, and within those two days I had the resort booked for two weeks, and our trip to Rome for three weeks after that planned. The resort didn't count as a honey moon in my opinion, since our family was going to be there.
I had to push it back another two weeks because of availability, but the wait would be worth it.
Our guest list wasn't long. Aside from the two of us, we had both of our siblings and their spouses, my parents, and Marcus and Didi. Rose would have her baby before then too. Ten and a half people and Zeus. We sent out our invitations from London in little packages we'd made together, each including the first-class plane tickets and passes for the resort along with sun tan lotion and two pairs of Maui Jims.
It was against Bella's nature to hand me the reins to plan the whole thing, but she let me. I got that she wasn't big on surprises, but I liked doing them and she just had to deal with that. She knew that I knew what I was doing, and besides, I don't think she really cared much about the ceremony, much like myself. We were both just eager to move ahead with our lives and try to move past all of the shit. We were keeping it simple, because neither of us wanted what our siblings had done. The resort that we were going to was a private island with six little private condos. It wasn't a big deal to rent the sixth one too if it meant that we'd have the place all to ourselves aside from the small staff. They did weddings, I'd seen one once, and they took care of everything. It was easy, and we were both excited for it.
And I couldn't wait to see her face when we landed in Italy. I knew she was going to love Rome.
She had a bounce in her step as we walked out of the hotel we'd been shooting in. She had the brightest smile on her face, and it was hard not to just stare as she bounced around in that little denim skirt and frilly blue tank-top she was wearing.
She could bounce all she wanted to though, she'd never hear me complain.
She was talking excitedly about the scenes I was doing this weekend, asking about where I'd learned to drive a boat when she saw in the schedule that I really was the one running it on the canal, and I told her about the small yacht my dad owned and had taken me on all the time as a child. My arm tightened around her as we stepped outside, pulling her past the shouting crowd. I wasn't even listening, I'd gotten good at blocking that shit out, but I knew she must have heard something when she froze in place, her entire body going rigid before she turned on the crowd and practically lunged at one of the reporters.
"What did you say?" She demanded, and I quickly wrapped an arm around her waist. The man was shaking as he answered her, a little frightened and obviously surprised that she had acknowledged him at all.
"I- do you have any comments about the statements from the Webbers?" He forced out, shoving his microphone in her face.
She stopped breathing, and was as tense as stone as she stared at him in disbelief. I tightened my hold on her more though, and practically dragged her back to our town car. I would have thrown her over my shoulder if it hadn't been for that short skirt.
She let me, and as soon as the door was shut and I wrapped an arm back around her, I saw her pull back into her mind, looking out the window but knowing she would see nothing. I let her have that silence, because I didn't want to get her worked up in the car when we'd still have to walk through the press to get into the hotel. I just held her, and then led her out once we arrived.
She walked immediately over to her laptop when we got in, and reached for it with trembling hands before stopping herself. She sat back on the couch and wrapped her arms around her knees.
I grabbed us each a bottle of water and sat down next to her. She leaned into my side, her hand fisting in my shirt as she continued to stare at the closed computer.
"Who are the Webbers?" I asked gently.
"Angela's parents," she said softly. I frowned.
"Do you have any idea what sort of statement they'd make?" She shut her eyes tightly, and it took her a couple minutes to find her words.
She couldn't though. "I... I don't know." She looked at the computer again, curious but frightened.
Room service brought up our dinner, and I waited until after she ate something and she'd taken her sleeping pills- I put an alarm on my phone so I wouldn't get carried away and distract her from taking them on time again- before I picked up her laptop, and sat down in a different chair.
"W-what are you doing?" She asked nervously. I plugged in her ear-buds, putting one of them in my ear.
"I'll watch it first," I told her. It wasn't a request.
"But-"
"No, this is going to drive you crazy until you know. I know that. But I'm not going to just let you do that without knowing what it's about. Just let me do this for you, okay?"
She was quiet for a moment, her eyes watering before she nodded.
We needed a fucking PR representative or something, but at the same time, neither one of us wanted one. I didn't care if the world thought we owed them, they were wrong. We didn't owe them shit. Fans were great and everything, and it wasn't like I wasn't grateful for everyone that watched my films, but that didn't give them any right to my personal life, or hers.
I'd been doing this for too long, and I knew how it played out. If we gave them an inch, they'd fight harder for the whole fucking mile. At the same time though, I think Bella was right in what she did. It would have gotten out eventually, and the longer we waited the bigger the fall out would have been.
Her hand had been forced though, and it was better coming from her then it would have been coming from an anonymous source. I just wish I had been the one to be with her, to help her through it, that we would have had a chance to prepare for it, and most of all, that I could have been there to comfort her through it.
Jane had taken that from us. It could have been so much less traumatic for her if Jane hadn't been such a messed-up, malicious, greedy whore.
And we had talked about it together, and decided that we were just going to wait the press out. The chaos had gotten to a point where I believed even a full interview wouldn't create any relief. They'd just come up with more questions. They wanted her fucking biography, and that was never going to happen. I knew without asking that her writing project was just a part of her therapy, coming to terms. She had no intention of sharing it with anyone besides Sib and I. Eventually, they would give up, and though it would likely be a while before that happened it was the better of the two options.
It didn't take me long to find the video. I hated the internet. Wikipedia and shit was awesome, but the temptation was always there to see what bullshit people were making up about you.
Not going there. I Googled "Webber's statement on Bella Swan," and found the link to a YouTube video almost instantly. My interest was piqued immediately when it was also captioned "Reporter gets bitch-slapped by reverend's wife."
It was an older couple, in their late fifties. A priest with short black hair and a tired, clean-shaven face. He kept his arm around his wife, a tall woman with grey-peppered, dark brown hair, and swollen, red-rimmed eyes.
"You can just talk, introduce yourself if that makes you more comfortable," the reporter said gently. The woman nodded.
"My name is Angela Webber… my daughter of the same name was Victor's first… no, she was the first woman Victor Hunter killed," she said hoarsely.
"I'm sorry for your loss," the reporter said soothingly. "Is that why you're here today? To share your story?"
She shook her head. "No… I'm here because it's the only way I could think of to get Bella to listen to me, I wouldn't blame her if she never wanted to come back to Washington again."
"So you knew Bella Swan?" He asked excitedly, and she nodded. "How?"
"She was my daughter's best friend from kindergarten, they grew up joined at the hip," she sniffled. "She was like a second daughter to me."
"So you knew her family? Her father and brother?"
The woman winced. "Yes," she croaked.
"And why is it that you can't talk to her yourself then? If she was 'like a second daughter to you,' as you said. Has her recent fame gone to her head?"
The woman slapped him across his face, making me jump slightly in surprise.
"No, you all are damn monsters for hounding the poor girl after all she's been through!" She hissed angrily. "If Bella is anything like she was when I knew her, she only came forward because she had no choice. She's hated living in that man's shadow her entire like, and all you leeches are just torturing the poor girl. Do you have any idea what it was like for her? Thirteen years old, she was just a baby when he attacked her! She dropped out of school because she couldn't deal with the rumours. That monster ruined her life, and I'm glad he's dead. I hope he's burning in hell!" Her husband pulled her back down onto the couch, into his side, handing her a tissue and trying to calm her. It took him a little while. "But I'm no better than he is," she whimpered. I tensed.
"How so?" He asked warily, no doubt worried about being slapped again.
"Because I blamed her," she breathed, then looked up at the camera, crying. "Bella, sweetie, I'm so, so sorry. What I said to you was so, so wrong. I've regretted it every day, every hour for years. Please, if you ever watch this, please just know that I'm so sorry, and I didn't mean it."
"What did you tell her?" He asked eagerly, just waiting for the juicy part of the gossip.
"She… after that monster took my baby, I blamed her. She's the one who had to deal with the brunt of my anger. I told her it was her fault, that he took Angela, what he did to her. That it... well, I said a lot of horrible things. But I was wrong. I know that, and I'm so, so sorry."
I couldn't believe the words she was saying, I was disgusted.
And she couldn't even admit aloud what she had said, the worst of it. That was obvious to me.
"Then why did you say it? Is this some attempt at redemption?" Even her interviewer sounded disgusted, and she knew that.
"No, I just… I just needed her to know that it wasn't her fault. It was never her fault. I was grieving, and I was angry, and I took it out on her because she was all I had. I didn't mean it though Bella. Wherever you are, I just need you to know that. I need you to know that what I told you was wrong, and I know that. It wasn't your fault, I love you, I miss you, and I'm so, so sorry."
I rubbed my hands over my eyes, needing a moment to compose myself. I was fucking furious. I didn't know these people, but I wanted to fucking find them. How could they blame her for something like that? She was just a fucking child, a victim, and they put the blame on her because she was easier to find than the actual culprit.
It explained a lot, really. They were just as bad as he was, this was why she blamed herself. I could see it now. Not only had Victor taken advantage of her guilt to make her believe it was her fault, but all of these adults had gone after her too, blaming a broken little girl instead of the man whose fault it really was. And if that woman really was like a mother to her...
No wonder she loved my mom so hard, it was about time she had one. A good one. And my mom loved the hell out of her. She fucking adored her.
They may have lost a child, but she lost her best friend, her only friend, before then losing her father and being ripped away from her entire life. She lost everything, and because of assholes like the Webbers that she learned to blame herself. No wonder it was always so hard for her to let people in.
It also gave me the tiniest flicker of hope though, that maybe hearing that woman admit that she had been wrong might make Bella reconsider the guilt that she carried around with her.
I nodded Bella over, and she got up and joined me. I pulled her into my lap, and settled the laptop on her lap before taking out the headphones. I didn't ask her if she was ready, because she never would be. I just wrapped a comforting arm around her waist and hit play.
She held onto my hands tightly as she watched, but she could have crushed my bones and I still wouldn't have let go. She winced when the woman slapped the reporter, and when the video ended, she was still as a statue. It automatically started to load another video, and I let go of one of her hands to shut the browser, then closed the laptop before setting it down.
I shifted her in my lap, and tucked her hair behind her ear as I watched her. She wasn't crying, she just had a deep look of concentration on her face, her brow slightly furrowed.
She didn't say anything.
God, sometimes I'd give anything to be able to see into her mind. I was flying in the dark most of the time, dealing with her. All I knew how to do was love her. I wrapped my arms back around her, pulling her against me gently, before adjusting myself, throwing one leg over the arm of the chair and leaning back. This fluffy cushioning made this chair feel like I was sitting in some sort of pillow bowl. Weird, but fucking comfortable.
We were buying one of these chairs.
She just curled up against me, and I let her think, process, because I knew she had a lot of that to do. It was a good thing, I thought. Only good could come out of it if that statement was making her reconsider her view point. I'd expect her to deal with some anger, because I know that I sure as hell was. That's what I thought about as I sat there and held her, absently tracing up and down her spine. I was angry at them, and I'd had the knowledge of what they had done given to me and corrected at the same time. She'd lived with it and let it fester for years. Holding her kept me calm, but let my mind spin. When Bella eventually passed out, and I transferred her over to the bed, I brought my laptop to bed as well, and booted it up after stripping down to my boxers. I turned on the bedside lamp, knowing my fiancé could sleep through an earthquake for the next few hours, and entered the World Wide Web.
I knew it could be a bad idea, but I had to know what was going on, what else they could potentially blind-side my fiancé with. What they'd figured out.
It wasn't hard, a Wikipedia page had been made for her. All sorts of things had been compiled about her; interviews and statements from people she'd grown up with, gone to school with, that had known her throughout her aliases, and people she had worked with over the years. They had her full name, both of her parents' names and her brother, and his wife. Where'd she'd grown up, her school, when she'd gotten her GED. Places she'd lived under some of her names, places that she'd been rumoured to work. Charity organizations she sponsored.
I followed every single link, to every interview I could find. They'd ranged from teachers to old friends, people who'd been at the club to people she'd taught classes to. After she'd left Forks though, the information they'd put together… it was rare that there were any statements of substance from people who had actually known her.
Employees from the club… no comment.
The driving service she used… employees refused to comment.
Questions about Rose and Emmett's businesses? Both of them refused to comment, though there was a quote from Emmett repeated in a few places, threatening to break faces, and warning people to fuck off and leave his sister alone.
Women who'd taken her self-defence classes? The only comments were people refusing to comment, and a few people saying she was a strong, supportive, and encouraging woman who deserved her privacy, since she was so good at respecting and upholding the privacy of others.
There was an interview with Garrett, who I recognized as one of Emmett's groom's men, who went off about how Emmett had told him that she actually lived in Chicago, was some sort of 'consultant' and investor, and said that he was suspicious that she was involved in some sort of mafia or something. Said she was always overly private, curt, and snobby.
I was pretty sure she must have shot him down or something.
There were statements from a few women who claimed to be friends of Rose's, people who'd been to the wedding, who commented about Bella's musical and dancing talents, but that she was fairly anti-social.
I was surprised to find out that my mother had given a short comment, when she was asked about Bella's involvement in one of her charities for abused women. All she said though is that for a few years, Bree Tanner had been known as a generous donor to her cause, also supporting them with the free self-defence courses she had given to some of the women from support groups she helped fund. She didn't comment on their personal relationship though.
A few statements from people at the New York Historical Society, but they didn't have much to say besides the larger pieces she had acquired for them, and saying that she was a hard worker yet kept to herself. Jasper was the only employee she had been close with… Yup, both Jasper and my sister refused to comment.
No officers would or could deny or confirm her role in Victor's death.
There really wasn't much, only speculations. I knew that some of the speculations were true, but… it seemed that the majority of people that Bella had known over the years respected her too much to talk to anyone about her. The only ones who had, hadn't been close to her.
That was… really awesome.
But it got better.
I had to start saving links to show her later.
James Hetfield… "Oh yeah, I've met Bella. Call her Angel though, you know those smokin' hot tatts? Yeah, we go to the same guy. Sweet girl, tuff as nails, and god, those fucking tattoos… I heard she's plays the violin you know? If that Cullen kid ever fucks up, I'm gonna take that girl on tour with me, you let her know that!"
There was Rory… "Oh, my Angel. She's got a mouth on her but she's a sweet little thing. Don't you go telling her I said that though! Touchy, woman doesn't know how to take a compliment, and I like my balls right where they are. That boy of hers though? Oh. My. God. Talk about yummy. How about we talk about him? You know he carried me once…"
The manager of Alice's last apartment building... "She's a little intimidating, but I think it's because she just worries about people. I only met her once, and she was worried about the security of my building. You know, she just came in and rung for me and gave me this big box of monitors and cameras, for free! Instructions and everything! She didn't want a dime, just told me to pay her by usin' them. Instructions, a card for a contractor and everything."
And then, there were the families of the other victims… It was reported that the man who had shot her father had died in prison, just a few weeks ago, and the other families… they talked about her generosity. The letters she had sent. They in no way blamed her for the women's deaths, only being grateful for her generous financial help that had helped them get through the dark times, her apologies, her kind and loving words. Then there were some other women who she'd helped, talking about her 'kick-ass superhero moves' when she'd helped them with 'disrespectful' men.
I had told Bella to stay away from the internet… but I don't think I was completely right in that. I knew from looking at some of the articles written about her that I wouldn't take it back, but I needed to show her some of the good as well.
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Do you think Mrs. Webber's apology might be enough to get Bella to reconsider? Was it good or bad that she saw it? Do you think Bella should forgive her for it?
Have you ever Googled yourself? Ever find anything interesting doing it? I got nothing, but I'm a pretty boring person with a not very popular full name. Please some love!