Part 1: Bella POV
"Oh, come on, it's not like I'm going to murder you or anything. I just want to pluck your eyebrows a little. Everyone does it, really." I stared at the tool in Alice's hand, wondering if she was telling the truth. "Are you sure I won't get hurt?" She nodded eagerly, smiling at me before beginning the plucking.
The first one was the worst. I cried out, muffled by Alice's hand over my mouth. "May I remind you that Charlie is napping downstairs?" I nodded softly and sunk into my seat, closing my eyes and wishing I was with Edward instead of here. But no, he had to hunt. Well, I thought, at least he is looking out for me.
I barely felt her plucking for a few minutes; but just when I thought it was getting tolerable, she plucked a strand so hard that I felt tears pricking at my eyes. "Alice, what was that for?!?" I yelled at her, opening my eyes. The look she gave me was of pure terror and only then did I notice the hand over her mouth and nose.
She slowly backed away from me, visibly not breathing. I reached my hand up to feel my eyebrow and sure enough, there was a little blood coming from it. Though it wasn't a lot, it was enough to make a vampire crazy. "Bella, I'm sorry. I have to go!" And with that, she jumped out of my window and took off.
I threw my head back against my chair and desperately wished that didn't just happen. To my luck, the phone next to me rang, sending me out of my horrible thoughts. "Bella, are you alright?" A voice said when I answered it. "Yes I'm fine. Is this Carlisle?" I heard a sigh come from the other end.
"Yes, it's me. Could you explain to me why Alice just broke through the door and ran into my arms, crying her eyes out so to speak?" Oh poor Alice, I thought. "Well, she was giving me a makeover at my house. She was plucking my eyebrows and I think she plucked one too hard because it started bleeding."
"Ah, I see. Well, if you're all right then I'll go tend to Alice now. I'll see you soon, Bella." I nodded into the phone, "Goodbye Carlisle." Oh, great! Alice was feeling guilty because of me. Technically, it wasn't my fault, but I still shouldered the blame onto myself. I would definetly need to go and make sure she was alright.
Suddenly my stomach growled, silencing my thoughts. Well, maybe after some lunch.