This is just a starter chapter to a story line I really need to get out of my head. It won't be updated for a while, but it will definitely be continued, just please be patient. And I'm going to warn you right here and now, I am planning for this story to be a tearjerker.
Fight. All we ever do anymore is fight. It's either about money or our future or the house…it's about anything, really. It's always just about who can hurl the most anger at the other person. And today, I'd say Edward was winning.
"God dammit, Bella, listen to me! I'm not ready, okay? I'm not fucking ready for this, so just leave it alone! Stop trying to push this on me, and for once in your life, just shut up!" Edward shouted at me, bringing his fist down on the top of the dresser and glowering at me. I glared back at him, trying to not cry.
Every hurtful word, every shout, every single argument…it cut straight to the core.
I sat cross legged on the bed, gripping the comforter in my hand. "Don't do this." I said in a firm voice. "You're making this worse than it needs to be."
"I'm making this worse? That's rich, Bella. I come home from a long fucking day at work, and my wife drops it on me that she wants to have a fucking baby right now, and I'm the one making things worse? Our marriage is already a disaster, do you really think that a kid is going to fix anything?" Edward snapped, and I recoiled slightly.
"Stop yelling at me! I want to have a real discussion with you!" I shouted, and Edward rolled his eyes, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, and stomped out of the room. "Oh, so you're just going to go out and smoke like a fucking baby and ignore me, huh?" I asked, pulling my bathrobe on and following him out of the room and down the stairs. "We're not done talking, you son of a bitch!"
I caught up to him on the stairs, gripping his arm tightly. Once we reached the landing, he pulled his arm away roughly. "I'm trying to talk to you!" I shouted, grabbing at his arm again. "Why the hell are you acting like this? You're such an ass! What kind of husband won't even talk to his wife?"
Edward yanked his arm away once more, and when he turned around to face me, the look in his green eyes was terrifying and menacing. "Fuck you." He snapped, and then turned away from me again and left the house, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.
I stood there in the hallway for a moment, stunned. As much as we yelled and fought, it had never been like this. Neither one of us had ever actually left the house. Edward would usually stomp off and smoke for a little while, but he'd always be back shortly, and one of us would start apologizing profusely and the other would follow. We've been married for five years now, and this is just how things are. It's our own sick, twisted routine.
But I'm not sure when things turned sour. I know that it wasn't there in the beginning of our relationship, that's definitely for sure. When we had first started dating, we had thought we were so invincible. It was like the world was at our feet, and opportunities were ours for the taking. Professionally, we were successful. I taught at a nearby elementary school, and Edward worked in advertisement. We both loved our jobs, to put it simply. But we weren't quite as successful in our marriage. I had never imagined that I would be the type of girl to be married right after high school. Edward Cullen had managed to change that. Seven months out of high school, I was married, in the middle of my freshman year of college, and content.
Again, I'm not sure when things changed. I know that at one point, things had been amazing. I loved Edward, there wasn't a doubt in my mind. So why in the hell did things have to be like this?
I shook my head and slowly opened the front door, hoping that Edward would miraculously show up.
Shutting the door and locking it behind me, I turned around and checked the back door, disappointed to see that he wasn't out there either. I took a deep breath and told myself that he would be home soon and we could talk things out then, if he had calmed down any.
I walked into the living room and curled up on the couch, waiting so that I could talk to Edward the minute he got home.
My friends say that our relationship isn't healthy, and that I should get the hell out of this marriage. But I can't do that. Despite everything, I love Edward more than I can even describe. He's the one person that I want to spend the rest of my life with. We yell, a lot, and although I've slapped and hit him before, he's never laid an unwanted finger on me. He's just not that kind of person.
Wiping tears out of my eyes, I pulled a blanket around me and waited for my husband to come back home.
I woke with a start, my heart pounding. I squinted up at the clock, groaning when I realized that it was eleven o'clock at night and I had to be at work by eight the next morning.
Who the hell rings the doorbell so late at night?
I bolted off the couch, thinking that maybe it was Edward and he had just forgotten his keys or something. I quickly unlocked the front door and pulled it open, my heart almost stopping at the sight before me. Two police officers, looking exhausted and grim. "Can I help you?" I asked in a shaky voice, praying that Edward hadn't done anything stupid.
"Are you Mrs. Cullen?" One of the officers asked in a kind voice, and I nodded my head dumbly. "Ma'am…I'm sorry to have to tell you that your husband was involved in a serious automobile accident this evening." He said mournfully, and I just blinked.
"No…no, he can't have been." I said frantically, digesting what the officer was saying. "We were fighting, he was supposed to come back." My head was spinning and the other officer gripped my hand gently.
"He and two other people involved in the crash were airlifted to the hospital." She said in a gravelly voice. "We weren't able to identify him at first, and when we tried to call the house, there was no answer." She explained, and I nodded.
Why had I let myself fall asleep? "I feel asleep on the couch after he left around six this evening." I said, panicking. "Where is he? I need to see him!" I said anxiously, grabbing my purse from the hook by the door and slipping on my flats.
"He's at County, Mrs. Cullen." The male officer said, and I pushed past him out the door, turning around briefly to shut and lock the door. My hands were shaking like crazy, I could hardly breathe, and tears were starting to stream down my voice, obstructing my vision. But I had to get to that hospital.
What if something happened, and the last thing I ever said to him was that he was a bad husband? And the last thing he had said to me…well, I didn't really want to think about that right now. "No, wait." The female officer stopped me as I was halfway to my car. "You can't drive like this, we'll give you a lift to the hospital." She said, gesturing to the squad car parked in our driveway. I nodded, wiping the tears off my face with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
The car ride to County Hospital dragged on and on. I cried like a baby, sobbing and blubbering in the backseat of the squad car. The officers were mostly silent, letting me cry out my terror and frustrations. By the time we finally got to the hospital, I had managed to text my best friends Rosalie and Esme, and they had responded immediately, saying they would meet me there.
I…I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'm just barely twenty three years old and I have to go to the hospital and see my husband, who had just been in a 'serious automobile accident'. And he had been airlifted. Didn't that mean it was more serious? Possibly fatal? Oh god, what if Edward was already dead? We fought like cats and dogs sometimes, but there was no way I was going to live my life without him.
After thanking the officers and stumbling out of the squad car and into the hospital, I was immediately found by my two best friends, who had, thanks to the location of their apartments, had managed to beat me here. Rosalie pulled me into her arms in the waiting room, rubbing my back and letting me cry on her shoulder. Esme wrapped her arms around the both of us, and within minutes we were all three crying. We were sent to the Critical Care Waiting room, and that's just what we had to do.
I was his fucking wife, why weren't they telling me anything? After throwing up into a trashcan several times, I paced around the small waiting room, at my wit's end. Edward was the only family I had left. I had been moved from foster home to foster home as a child, and Edward's parents had nothing to do with either of us. Neither of us had any siblings, and my only close friends were here in the waiting room with me.
This was total agony.
That was a nice little start, no? Please review and this story will be updated as soon as I wrap up a few of the other stories I have going on.
Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie