Author's Note: HOLY CRAP I'M SO FREAKIN SORRY. I've missed you guys so much. But--SO MUCH DAMN HOMEWORK HAS KEPT ME SO BUSY. Enjoy this update--I don't know when the next one will be. TT I'm so sorry, don't hate me. Comment?
"Why can't you just sling him over your back or something?" Rosalie groans loudly.
"I don't want to do that Rose!" I shriek at her. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
She sighs loudly and gently tugs on her hair.
"Why not, Bella? We'll be stuck on this hell hole of an island for days if you don't!"
"He's puking everywhere, Rose! If I move him, he'll blow chunks for days. Do you want that?"
"Hey," she throws up her arms, "as long as it's not on me, I don't really give a shit."
"Rosalie." Edward says quietly, silencing her for a second. She groans and tugs even harder on her hair, a nervous habit she's starting to pick up. "Fine!" she yells, walking away with her hands aggressively tugging on her blonde hair. "If Nessie's a brainwashed freak by the time we get to her, I'M not going to be the one to kill her!" She walks further down the beach until she's barely a speck on the horizon.
It was like a slap across my face, burning all the way. Edward seems to sense my need for retaliation. He walks over, cautioning me with his eyes, as if he could almost read the ugly sentence forming in my mind.
" Bella..." He says slowly. It doesn't make me want to calm down, though. I cup my hands around my mouth and screech, "You're just jealous because I have a baby and you don't!" There. I said it. Even though she was so far away, this sentence was an ugly truth stretched between us. I could hear the whip of her head turning to look viciously back at me.
"Oh, you really want to bring that up?" She says, barely audible. In a second, she is in front of me, leering. "Well, you're just jealous that Nessie obviously loves me more than she loves you."
"Guys." Edward says weakly.
"Oh," I scoff, "how so? Idiot, I'm her mother. How can she love you more?"
"Let's see. She got angry at YOU and came to ME." She crosses her arms like a child.
"That's DUMB Rose. It was one simple argument. Don't judge my relationship with my daughter based on one fight!" I walk forward to shove her squarely across the shoulders.
"You almost kissed the dog that was meant for her and you're married to my brother! Whore!" She shoves me back, harder than I shoved her.
"Guys." Edward says again, meekly and quietly.
"Don't touch me!" I yell at her, shoving her back harder.
"I'll touch you all I want!" She pushes me back so hard, that I fall on the floor. Edward makes a move, but I get up before he can pick me up. I push him out of the way to slap Rosalie across the face.
"Don't touch me!" She screams.
"I'll touch you all I want." I taunt. She leans forward to hit me, but I duck under her arm to come back up behind her. I grab a fistful of her ugly blonde hair and tug as hard as I can.
"Ow! Let go of my hair!"
"Bella, stop acting this way!" Edward says loudly, now ready to intervene.
"Oh, I'm doing you a favor! I'm getting rid of all your hair so you don't have to tug on it anymore!" I tug again and she screams in agony. Edward swings closer, about to grab my hands from Rosalie's locks.
"Bella. Please stop." I hear a quiet voice say. Not Edward. Jake. I look down and Jake is awake again. His eyes are turned up to mine calmly. He's pushed himself up, and is leaning on one, shaky, arm. Slowly, I release my grab on Rosalie's hair and walk over to Jake. I sit on the floor next to him and he lowers himself back on the floor.
"Okay Jake. I'll stop. Go back to sleep." I say soothingly. "Wait, how's your stomach?"
"It's churning like a washing machine at the Laundromat. You better step back. I don't want to throw up on you." He grins at Rosalie, obviously remembering when he threw up on her.
"Okay, go to sleep. The more you rest, the faster you'll–" I get cut off when I feel my head snap back violently. I look up, and Rose has a hold of my hair.
"Ow! Cut it out, you freak!" Suddenly, the pressure on my head is gone. I hear scuffling and growling. Edward had pounced on Rosalie. I hear Jake struggling to get up.
"Bells, you okay?" He asks anxiously.
"Yeah, yeah. Just, go to sleep." I get to my feet and gently push Jake down to the floor again. He doesn't bother to get up.
"I mean it Rosalie. Stop it!" Edward says. He gets up and strides over to me, leaving Rosalie in a heap on the floor. She's awake, but she doesn't make a move to get up.
"Did you hurt her?"
"Bella. You almost ripped her hair out and you're worried about me hurting her?"
"Well, did you?"
"No, Bella. She's just...beat. She doesn't want to fight anymore."
"Yeah?" I ask sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "I'd bet against that..." I mumble.
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