I was twirling in the most amazing dress I'd ever seen. I looked like a goddess, a person better suited to be at Edward's side, in my reflection I saw my eyes filled with tears of joy abou to be shed.
"Alice...Rose...Mom..." I said turning to thank them to meet something I'd pay anything not to ever again.
I met my groom and suddenly at our alter and as I looked up into his eyes I felt myself let out a loud scream of terror.
His grip tightened on me and shook me, grinning with bloodstained teeth. "Bella..."
I screamed and thrashed in his arms and that's when my eyes flew open, panting and cheeks hot with fresh tears.
"Hey, hey, I'm here," Edward said as he held me close as I cried.
I curled into him desperately needing him as I cried for almost a half hour before I spoke but he patiently waited. It took me a while to notice I was naked and so was he and try to recollect my thoughts. No, I won't tell him about the dream tonight, I thought to myself and forced a yawn and sniffed a bit.
"Sleep, love. You're safe in my arms."
And with that thought, I had a dreamless sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night for some reason. Looking around, nothing was wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it. I sighed and noticed the window was open. I shrugged it off, mom probably opened it because it got hot is all. The temperatures have been unreasonably high.
After further investigation, I did find I was a bit sticky in sweat that was quickly being cooled and drying. Before I could stop it, the thoughts began flowing.
About how everyone was happy and me, being me, was happy they were happy but was that true happiness? I sighed, knowing exactly what it was all going to boil down to. I wanted someone to love. I mean I wasn't one to want to fit in or anything. Please, I set my own trends. But this wasn't a fashion trend, I'd get over in a few weeks. I craved company of my own. That wasn't much to ask for.
A cool wind blew in and was comforted, settling back into bed on my side with a smile.
I won't be alone for much longer. I could feel it.
To say I was worried about Bella would've been the understatement of the year. Especially because her screaming in her sleep had triggered Ella's screaming as soon as my head hit the pillow. Afraid to move to trigger Bella again, I froze. She came in running and crying and crawled into the bed.
I wiped away those tears and rocked her soothingly until she calmed down. My girls were breaking my heart.
"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" I asked as her red puffy Bella eyes, looked up at me.
She sniffed and sobbed before holding me tightly. "Daddy came back."
I knew that Daddy wasn't me.
I paced the room anxiously, looking at the door frequently. He came in with the one who showed me everything I knew. But I wasn't happy with this because although she convinced me we were doing something good, I had this bad gut feeling- not that that's stopped me before- but still. And I didn't trust that guy anyways but I needed the money and work. And the weird part is that as sick and twisted as this plan might be or turn out, there was something pushing me to do it. Not any physical person but like some unknown force was drawing me nearer. I just hope that force didn't have it in for me.
He smiled widely. "We're ready."
"When?" I asked simply.
"A week or so. We strike on the 18th." He grinned. "Then I get everything back."
I grumbled under my breath and I felt her hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry. We're doing the right thing," She told me.
I scoffed. "Then why do I have such a bad feeling about this?"
She looked me in the eye and I melted. "Have I ever lied to you? Exactly." Already knowing my answer.
I put my elbows on the table, palms down and looked up at him. "And the cash?"
"All yours once we're done." He reassured me.
I sat back and after a moment nodded. "The 18th it is."