Broken

Chapter 2

Port Angeles. Too close to Seattle for my liking, but at least I'm with Emmett and I've got my panic button ready in my hands.

"Iz, please you're making me a nervous wreck." Emmett joked.

"I'm sorry. It's just this is the first time I've been out since this happened. I feel so vulnerable." I sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just want you to calm down. What about your anxiety medicine? When was the last time you took that?" Emmett questioned.

"Two days ago. I don't like the way it makes me feel. I feel like I'm not on top of my game and I just can't afford NOT to be." I shivered, thinking of what James would do if he found me again.

"OK, but please just calm down some. No one is going to hurt you with your brother around and I'm packing today." He winked at me.

"I'm beginning to think I need to as well. And maybe go to that kick boxing class Rose keeps telling me about." I shrugged.

"That'd be great! I know dad's been wanting to take you to the range again. It's been way to long." Emmett mentioned and I nodded in agreement.

We reached the diner and sat down for breakfast.

"How's your appetite today?" Emmett asked.

"Better, I think. My stomach actually growled when I smelled the food." I smiled.

We ordered two daily specials which included a waffle, scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, sausage and toast.

I knew Emmett would eat all of his and at least half of mine, but it felt good to actually order something like this. It's the first time I've done so in years. I've only been gone from James for a little over 2 weeks, but with Rose's cooking and Em's love of Little Debbie's I've put on about 10 pounds, when I weighed myself this morning I was at 100. I still looked like skin and bones and people were staring at Emmett and me in the restaurant, I know they were thinking he must've done this to me, a huge guy, 6'4 300 pounds and this tiny delicate woman broken and bruised.

"Em everyone is staring at us." I panicked.

"Just ignore them and eat. You need to heal and eating will heal you." He smiled.

Emmett's idea to anything is eating. Have I mentioned I love my brother?

"You remember when you were 10 and dad bought the cake for my birthday? You ate the cake in a midnight fridge raid and your defense was 'it doesn't have Izzy's name on it.' I thought dad was going to put locks on everything after that and I was so mad at you for eating my ice cream cake." I laughed at the memory.

"Yeah but then he called Esme and she made you that yummy homemade one." He countered.

"I know. I miss Esme's cooking." I sighed at the thought.

"Well, we'll be having it tonight, so be prepared." He smiled.

"I know. I'm going to feel so out of place there. I haven't seen her since my wedding and Carlisle patched me up and in a few minutes we'll be greeting Mr. Popular and snobby." I shook my head.

"Izzy. Edward has had it tough the last six months as well. He lost his wife to cancer. It was very unexpected. Be nice." Emmett goaded.

"Nice? Nice? To your friend that dumped mud on me from the treehouse, that 'accidently' spilled Coke all over my prom dress when y'all were visiting from college and I had to cancel my date with Mike Newton. Who may I make you remember would have probably been mu 1st and only hadn't it been for that night and not James!" I snapped.

"Bella, he apologized a million times for that! Are you going to bring that up today?" he asked.

"No. I'm going to sit in the backseat quiet. I don't want to draw attention to myself." I nodded.

He laughed and we finished breakfast, leaving for the airport.

We were waiting in baggage claim for Edward and I sat there with my tablet listening to music and reading.

Emmett tapped me on the shoulder to let me know he saw Edward.

I put my tablet up and stood with Emmett, even though it hurt like hell with all the stitches in my leg, but I'd had to deal with worse and knew I'd get through this too.

"Eddie boy!" Emmett yelled.

"Em! Hey!" they did the man hug thing and Edward grabbed his bag.

I followed as they were walking and talking, kind of glad Edward didn't say anything or even notice me.

Em kept looking behind to make sure I was OK and I'd smile at him letting him know I was fine.

We were at the escalator to go down to the parking garage when I spotted him at the bottom, smiling that condescending smile.

I froze like a deer in headlights and let out a scream. I didn't even know was coming from me.

AN:

I hope you enjoy this story…

It's angst, but also about healing

And moving on.

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