Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, but I do own my very own Edward cut-out. Besides, if I did own Twilight, Edward would be locked in my closet for my own entertainment, and there definitely be no Bella. As of Saturday July 10, 2010 TheFutureMrsRPatz claims the plot of An Eye for an Eye to be an original. Beware; do NOT plagiarize my story; that is considered theft, which results in me having to send James after you to "accidentally" push you down a flight of stairs.
"Don't Cry (Alternate Lyrics)"- Guns N' Roses
A/N: Note, please change your reading settings from full to 1/2, it makes a total difference.
No one can live in sorrow
Ask all your friends
Times that you took in stride
They're back in demand
I was the one who's washing
Blood off your hands
I thought I could live in your world
As years all went by
With all the voices I've heard
Something has died
And when you're in need of someone
My heart won't deny you
So many seem so lonely
With no one left to cry to baby
An don't you cry tonight
Don't Cry (Alternate Lyrics)- Guns N' Roses
Prologue: Don't Cry
Bella lay motionless in the hospital bed, comprehending the actions that had happened over the previous hours. She knew one thing, and that was that her accident, or so-called accident, had been anything but. Bella didn't believe for one second that her falling down the stairs was a mere accident. But, no one would believe that James, the golden child of Forks, would actually have the audacity to purposely push Bella down the stairs, resulting in Bella losing… Stop! I can't bear to even think this, it's too painful, and I won't accept it. Never.
Bella's thoughts were cut short, as a knock came at the door."Want me to come in?" Charlie asked.
"Sure, Dad," Bella whispered. That was a lie. The only thing she wanted was to make the pain in her chest to stop aching.
It's all your fault, James. You did this to me, and I hate you.
"How are you feeling, honey?" Miserable, pathetic, dirty, useless, broken. Where does it even end?
"I'm fine, Dad. Really. No need to worry about me." It was another lie, but Bella would never admit that.
"You sure as hell don't look fine. When I get my hands on that poor excuse of a guy, I swear I'll kill him."
"What's the point, Dad? It's my word against his. No one will believe me," Bella said, trying in vain to not let loose the sob she was holding in. Painful memories of the night before came flooding back in to her mind. Bella all but ceased thinking. Thinking would only bring back the reminder that Bella couldn't stop the malicious ways of James.
"Seriously, Dad. Go home. I'm fine really. Go home, and come back tomorrow," Bella pleaded, wishing that she could be alone and let the flood gates open.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Dad. I'm positive"
"Okay. Call me if you need anything," Charlie said, walking over to Bella and giving her a kiss on the forehead before leaving.
When Bella was sure that her father was out of hearing range did she let the sob she was holding in consume her.
Mark my words James; the next time I see you, you'll be six feet under.
Charlie knew. He had always known. James Erinyes wasn't who everyone thought he was. He'd always had a feeling that James was a bad guy. His name suits him well, Charlie thought bitterly. One thing was for sure, Bella was not all right. How could she be? Not even she could cope with this, not with everything that had happened the previous night.
Charlie sighed as he walked down the hall to the elevators. The sobs that came from Bella's room didn't go unnoticed by Charlie, and it pained him to walk away and not do anything.
She's not my little girl anymore. She's a wounded woman who's grieving over her dead son.
A/N: I'm a big Guns N' Roses fan, so I might try to incorporate their songs in my chapters, I choose the alternative of Don't Cry, it's the same rhythm, but different lyrics, and I choose it purposely because it fits better with the prologue then the Original on does, you could say that it's the theme of the story, kind of, but I just like incorporating music in my stories. Reviews are better than James "accidentally" pushing you down the stairs.