Hey! Thanks for your reviews. I'm so happy(smiles) lol. My first fanfic and I have 4 reviews!(: Anyways here is a new chapter. I promise the next one will be longer.
Chapter 3: Esme
As I arrived at the Cullen house I tried to stop crying but to no avail. All I could think about was what everybody said today and how my legs and arms were aching. I slowly parked my truck, grabbed my bag and heads towards the house. Once at the stairs I was greeted by a worried looking Esme.
"Bella, dear what's wrong?" She asked as she pulled me inside.
"I had the worst day at school!" I managed between sobs as she grabbed me into a hug.
"Oh, sweetheart. Shh. Stop crying. Come on lets go sit down."
We went over and sat down on the couch, and Esme gently smoothed my hair while I tried to quit crying. Once I was finally able, Esme asked,
"Would you like to talk about what happened?"
At first I wasn't sure. I don't really like to talk about stuff that goes on, but as I looked at Esme with love and worry in her eyes I actually wanted to tell her. I then began talking top speed about everything that happened.
"First when I got to school everybody was staring at me and laughing. And then at lunch Lauren wouldn't leave me alone she kept asking things like 'What if he doesn't come back?' and I didn't know what to say, and she kept on and on. And then when I got in P.E. we were playing basketball. I was on the small team so I had to play! Then they would throw the ball really hard at me and would make fun of me asking 'Where's Cullen to protect you Bella?' and then I came here.
When I finished I was crying, nearly sobbing, again. Esme pulled me into another hug, and started whispering in my ear trying to sooth me.
"Shh, Bella. It's okay. Of course he's coming back. He would never leave again."
"C- c- can I call him?" I asked while still trying to quit crying.
"He's busy right now, Bella. I don't know if he will have is phone but you can try" She said while handing me a small silver cell phone.
I quickly dialed his number. "*Beep. I'm sorry the number-" I turned the phone off and returned it to Esme.
"We can try again later." Esme said quietly.
I just sat there resting against Esme while she was humming her favorite of Edward's compositions. I then started to think about what Edward had said that night in the airport, "Sorry, mom." And then when I thought about it she really was my mom, in every way that counted. I was pulled out of my thoughts but Esme's soft voice.
"Bella, how bout we go shopping or something, just get out and then maybe you can spend the night here if you like?" She asked.
"Sure, Esme. I would love to. And I was going to ask if I could spend the night anyway, Charlie's out of town.
"Alright, well let's just go find you some clothes to change into and then we can leave."