We all turned to find the last person I wanted to see standing there before us.
It had been months since I had last seened him. Frankly, I had been avoiding him.
Funny how, all that time I spent avoiding him was now for naught.
Because when we all turned towards the door, months of avoiding him were now out the window. There he stood, Anthony Masen, just as I remembered him, in a pair of mint green scrubs.
The vague memory of the last time I had seen him and what the words he had said to me suddenly springs forward in my mind. Along with all the other emotions, mainly the overwhelming anger at the sight of him.
I can feel the anger slowly begin to bubble as he stands there, acting concerned for me.
Seeing him standing there, not one foot away from me, makes me angrier than I thought I would ever be.
"Well?" He asks expectantly, before looking over at me.
I look over at him, fighting the anger, and exhaustion, before I begin to explain why I am here now. The anger I am feeling is beginning to make me irrationally violent.
"Em, puoi per favore farlo partire?" I ask my brother. (Em, can you please make him leave?)
Turning away to look directly at my brother, as I avoid the gazes of everyone else in the room.
My brother is four years older than me, and three times stronger. Those facts don't stop me from trying to take him on, and knowing I can have him on his ass if I wanted to.
"Mi chiamo Dale." He scaths.(My name is Dale.)
Dale, Emmett. He can legally change his name but Emmett is what my parents decided to name him, and in my opinion, his God-given name, and I will always call him that. No matter what.
"Non iniziare." I heatedly replied back.
(Don't start.)
"Knock it off, Dale." Jasper said, with an eye roll.
"È lei." He growled. (It's her.)
"Oh vaffanculo, stronzo. Sei tu che l'hai iniziato!" I growled back, as I threw the covers off myself. (Oh fuck you, asshole. You are the one who started it!)
"Will you two stop fucking arguing? You're in a fucking hospital." Jasper snaps at us before turning towards Anthony.
"Jasper, what happened?" Anthony asks him, as I feel his eyes on me again.
"Jazz, porta la tua spazzatura fuori di qui." I say, turning over to my side to face the window. (Jazz, take your trash out of here.)
"Bell, calma per favore." Jasper tells me, patting my ankle. (Bell, calm down please.)
"We were heading to O'Donoghue's, as we discussed the other day, and she came out of nowhere. She crashed right into Felix and me. She's got a concussion." Jasper explained.
I chose to ignore them, turning to look out the window, at the clouded sky.
"Come ti senti?" I hear Masen ask me, quietly. (How are you feeling?)
'I got thrown to the cement, and landed on my head, how do you think I feel?' I think as I stare at him through narrowed eyes.
"She seems to be doing better?" Carlisle answers for me when it is clear I won't be answering him.
I don't need to know anything else, I want to go home. I want to see my family again. To Italy.
"Izzy, parla con me." Anthony pleads.(Izzy, talk to me.)He wants me to talk fine, we'll talk.
"Vuoi parlarmi? Bene, parliamo. Perché non me l'hai detto?" I asked hurt. (You want to talk to me? Fine, let's talk. Why didn't you tell me?)
I can see him become guarded as I look at him. He knows I know.
"Ti ho detto cosa?" He asks me,feigning innocence. (Told you what?)
All this time thinking so many things. I feel lied to, betrayed, hurt, and they all did it when I had that accident so many years ago.
"Sei lui." I replied, watching as his face drained of all color. (You're him)
Of course, he was. He was Edward Cullen, the supposed man everyone feared. The one that the authorities were looking for. I could tell by the look in his eyes.
"Come l'hai scoperto?" He asks, lowering his head. (How did you find out?)
Interesting. No denial. No surprise. As I stared at him, I can feel my anger making its way up once more, as he looks away from me.
"Ti sembro un fottuto stupido per ti?" I counter. "Do I, Anthony? Or should I call you Edward?" I ask, innocently. (Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?)
"Bella," he tries but I cut him off, throwing him an icy glare. "Bella please." He tries again, grabbing my hand.
"Don't." I snap, pulling it away.
"Let's not do this here, alright kids?" Carlisle interrupts.
"It's too late…" I hear my brother say.
"Ti ho detto che non volevo essere coinvolto in questa merda." I seethed, looking at all of them angrily. (I fucking told you I didn't want to be involved in this shit.)
"Lo so mi dispiace." He muttered, (I know I'm sorry)
I shook my head at him, before turning to look at him, "Save your apology for someone who gives a shit." I said, tiredly.
This was too much. No one was supposed to know I was involved, this sent all the work Jasper and I had done to shit, and he knew it too, judging by the expression on his face.
"When can I leave?" I asked, looking at Carlisle, as I tried to think of a way to fix this.
"As soon as the discharge papers are done and turned in." He replied, solemnly.
I nod in response before turning back to stare out the window.
I knew there was only one more way to fix this but it meant that I was practically going to have to go through hell and back to do it. So, I sighed before calming my racing heart and turned to look at him.
"Hai rotto la tua promesa. Me ne sto andando." I say, watching everyone in the room turn palid. (You've broken your promise. I'm leaving.)
"What. Did. You. Promise. Her?" Emmett asks slowly, as I ignored the shocked look Jasper was giving me.
"Before she left l, I promised her she would never have to be involved. That this world would no longer exist to her..." He explains.
"You did what?!" My brother hollers, charging toward him only to be stopped by Jasper.
"Be quiet, Emmett. We're still in the hospital, lower your voice, fratello." I say, rolling my eyes at him. (Brother.)
"It's fucking Dale, damn it!... and no, I will not lower my damn voice! Bella, you can't do that. Where are you going to go?" He asks, walking over to me, before grabbing my hand in both of his paws.
"With our Nonno." I reply, watching all of the colors drain from their faces.
"No! Absolutely not! You can't move to Italy, with our grandfather!" Emmett says, practically shaking in anger.
"I'm an adult, Emmett. I can do whatever I please. Besides, if there is anywhere I'll be safe, it's with him." I snip back.
"Bella, no. You can't do this." He pleads.
"I'm sorry, Emmett. I can't do this anymore. I'm miserable here. I have been since—since you know when. I've been speaking with him since I started living on my own. Nonno promised he and Nonna would watch over me. They have enough security to do so... " I say softly.
I was lying, Jasper knew it, and so did Carlisle but I wasn't going to stick around here to let everyone else get in danger.
"You're going to let her do this?" He asked, turning to look at Anthony, desperately.
I sighed, knowing no one could stop me. Especially if I didn't live near or with them. I was free to do as I pleased and I could very well disappear at the snap of my fingers if I truly wanted.
"I can't stop her. I gave her my word. You two can go escort her when she leaves. I have to go, I need to finish my shift." Anthony says, quickly walking out of the room, followed by Carlisle and Jasper.
I almost caved at the agonized expression Anthony wore when he left, but I had to do it. For the family, for me. Being in the city was only causing problems, even Jasper knew this.
Why Emmett decided to start acting like he gave a flying fuck was unknown to me.
"You didn't care a week ago when I told you. Why do you care now?" I asked my brother as he paced.
"You don't understand. We finally found dad's hidden will." He says, pacing again.
Hidden will. Of course, they found it. What else could stop me from leaving but the hidden will my dead father left.
"Why is it so important for me to be there? I hardly care what nick knacks he left us. You can have it all for all I care." I told him, the feeling of dread causing my stomach to churn, as I stared at his bothered expression. "What is it?"
"It's Senior and Dad. They wanted to join the families into one. There is a clause in it. The only way that would happen, for Anthony to be able take over…. Is for you to marry him and give him an heir." He states, looking at me scared.
They. Did. What. Now?
All the calm I felt a moment before flew out that hospital window as I felt my anger spring up higher than it had before.
"No." I said, in disbelief.
I watched my brother pace the length of the room anxiously as I thought of a dozen possible ways for me to get out of this situation.
Sadly, there were only a few ways, and frankly, I think premature death isn't the answer.
"What are you going to do?" He finally asks, looking at me.
I could see the hope appear in his blue eyes as I stared back at him.
"I'm leaving." I whispered, softly.
Edward's POV:
I walked briskly through the hallway, heading towards the doctor's lounge, trying to hide the pain I felt, as I realized all the shit that had happened was thanks to my dad and his fucking dumbass suggestions.
"Edward, you have to call dad." Jasper says, as he pulls me to a stop, and sharply turns me to look at him.
I shook my head in response, knowing he would only make it worse. Still, a part of me knew I had no other alternative.
"I gave her my word, Jazz." I argued feebly.
"Don't worry about that. I'll do it." Carlisle says, as he pulls out his phone and moves to the other side of the room.
The anxiety I feel only makes me feel worse. I had Zachary and Seth guarding her house. How did they not prevent this? Where the fuck were they when all of this shit was happening?
I needed answers, yet I was stuck here for another four hours.
'Fucking hell, this day is going to be torture.' I thought miserably as we both turned to Carlisle as he walked towards us.
"Dad said he wants us home as soon as we can get home. A family meeting will be tonight, to decide what'll happen. He wants everyone there." Carlisle informs us, giving me a look.
Great. Now, to convince Bella to go to said meeting.
Fucking hell, if she didn't hurt me earlier she sure as hell would now.