Summary: At 16 years old, Bella and Edward had fallen victim to a four-month-long kidnapping. Since returning home, they find their only solace in each other. As Edward becomes overcome with the need to protect Bella from any further harm, Bella begins to need him in more ways than one.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.
The Perfect Space
I wanna have friends that I can trust,
That love me for the man I've become not the man that I was.
I wanna have friends that will let me be,
All alone when being alone is all that I need.
I wanna fit in to the perfect space,
Feel natural and safe in a volatile place.
And I wanna grow old without the pain,
Give my body back to the earth and not complain.
Isabella Swan sat on a large brown leather couch, clad in faded blue jeans, torn at the heels. She wore a plain black t-shirt that revealed the pale white skin of her arms, covered in minor scratches and faded bruises. Upon her wrist sat a thin piece of rope, woven into a bracelet, with a knot as a clasp. Her smooth brown hair was tied in a messy bun at the nape of her neck. Next to her sat Edward Cullen in a pair of black jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His auburn hair was sticking up in every direction as he pushed and pulled at it. Under his left eye sat a faded purple bruise and his right wrist held the same thin piece of rope Bella's did.
Bella and Edward sat side by side, staring down at their hands. Their appointment was scheduled for 9:30 and it was 9:36. The past six minutes had felt like hours to both of them as they sat, quietly, not saying a word to the other, waiting for what was about to happen. As the door was suddenly thrown open, both their heads sprang up and to the right. The man entering the room gave them a polite smile as he walked to the chair across from where they were sitting.
"Good morning," he said in a soft, kind voice.
Neither Edward nor Bella said anything in return.
"I'm Dr Aro, and you must be Isabella and Edward," he continued.
"Bella," Edward whispered under his breath.
"I'm sorry?" Dr Aro asked.
Edward looked up at him momentarily then lowered his head back down to his hands.
"She goes by just Bella," Edward muttered again as Bella shifted uncomfortably beside him.
Dr Aro was fairly short, maybe 5 feet 10 inches, and fairly slim. His greyed hair was slicked down the middle and fell just above his shoulders. His office was pale beige with brown furnishings. The walls were bare and the only item sitting atop the coffee table between his chair and Edward and Bella's couch was a Kleenex box.
"So let's get started, shall we? How old are the two of you?" he asked.
His voice was soft and monotonous and when he was once again met with silence, he cleared his throat and tried again.
"Alright. I'm going to be frank with the two of you if that's alright."
Bella's head slowly lifted to look at him. When he didn't say anything further, she turned to look at Edward who gave her a small smile. They both turned toward Dr Aro.
"I know about your situation. Your parents informed me and well, I watch the news. You don't need to explain any specifics but you must know that I'm here because your parents called me. They feel you both need to move past these events. If you need someone to talk to, other than yourselves, this is what these sessions are for."
"The simplest of questions I can ask is how old the two of you are," Dr Aro said after a moment.
"I turned seventeen in...June...and Bella turns it in a couple weeks," Edward said.
Dr Aro nodded but didn't say a word. He knew that he needed to phrase his next two questions carefully and he momentarily worried whether he should ask them or not. He looked from Edward to Isabella and knew that the effects of their situation had not even almost died down, but he asked anyways.
"So your birthday, Edward, it fell right in the midst of this event?"
Edward nodded and subconsciously rubbed at the thin piece of rope tied around his wrist. Bella noticed and smiled, caressing her own as well.
"How long has it been since...you've been back at home?" Dr Aro asked.
"You mean, since we escaped?" Edward said, looking him straight in the eyes.
Bella flinched at the word escape and Dr Aro noticed.
"Escape has a negative connotation, Edward. You may want to avoid using it," he said with a small smile.
Edward sighed and turned to look away from him.
"21 days," Bella whispered.
Edward turned his head to look at her and saw her staring down at her hands, fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt, looking completely and utterly uncomfortable.
"21 days?" Dr Aro asked.
Bella nodded while blinking.
"Since we escaped," Edward added.
He slid over then so he was sitting directly next to her, his thigh against hers, and gently placed his hand in hers. With his free hand, he lifted her chin so they were both staring into each other's eyes.
Bella immediately felt herself relax under his stare.
Dr Aro noticed the level of intensity between the two patients sitting before him and found it rather interesting. He gave them a moment to themselves before trying again.
"I know the two of you have been through a lot," he started softly. "I won't pretend to understand the difficulty of your triumph because I have never had to face anything like it. But I want the two of you to know that I am not here as a reporter. I don't care to know the gory details. Also, I am not here as a parent. I don't wish to shelter you from any evils. I am simply a third party. Anything and everything you say within this room stays with me. I will write nothing down, I can promise you that."
Bella and Edward both knew they could trust the man sitting in front of them, but they didn't want to. Neither of them wanted anyone other than each other to confide in.
"Bella...do you mind telling me how you ended up in Forks?" Dr Aro asked.
Bella felt her entire body shutter. She closed her eyes, willing herself to remember what she promised she would force herself to forget.
As the blaring Phoenix sun shone through Bella's window on Tuesday, May 5th, her eyes slowly drifted open. After a fabulous night's sleep, they zeroed in on the alarm clock to her left.
Upon seeing the time, she jolted out of bed, realizing she was late for school. She checked her alarm, since she distinctly remembered setting it for 8:00, and realized it had been turned off. She assumed she just hadn't ever turned it on as she hurried to get ready in order to make the 10:00 train.
Bella stammered out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. She took a very quick five minute shower, simultaneously brushing her teeth and washing her body. She threw on her comfortable jeans with a black tank top, grabbing a light sweater for her way home, when the weather cooled.
When she was ready, she ran down the stairs, crashing into her mother, Renee, at the landing.
"What? You weren't going to even say bye before leaving?" she asked.
"Mom, I'm super late! Why didn't you wake me up?" Bella asked aggravated.
"Baby, I don't pay attention to your schedule. You know that. I figured you had the day off or something," Renee said, shrugging her shoulders.
Bella sighed and told her mother that she really needed to get going, while shoving on her shoes and grabbing the door handle.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" her mother asked, holding Bella's schoolbag in her hands.
Bella quickly grabbed her bag from her mother. She ran to the kitchen, shoved in an apple, a water bottle, and her school books. She gave her mother a quick kiss on the check, and she ran out the door.
Bella jumped onto her newly acquired bicycle and peddled to her limit as she sped to the train station to make it there in time. Getting there mere minutes before ten o'clock, she searched for an empty spot in the almost full bike rack. She finally found a spot, quickly pulling out her long lock in order to tie her bike securely. Once it was secured, she fastened the lock and quickly ran up to the platform.
Bella waited impatiently, only to have the train arrive twenty minutes late.
Once she got on the train, she took out her iPod, slipped in her earphones, and started her morning playlist. She settled into her seat, lifted her feet onto the seat in front of her, and leaned her head against the window.
The train ride was just as dull as it had always been. It was long, bumpy, and because she was in a rush, the stops felt longer than usual. Bella watched as passenger after passenger entered and exited the train, wondering what she would have to say to the secretary in order to explain her tardiness.
When she got off the train, she decided to cut through one of the main buildings downtown in order to get to her class faster. She rounded the corner and saw that the whole sidewalk in front of the door she needed to access was blocked off.
She decided the next fastest way was through the subway, underground. She located the nearest one and descended the stairs. As soon as she got down into the tunnel area, she felt a cold breeze brush past her, and she shivered. She saw a man in the far left corner and decided to walk faster. As soon as she passed by him, he got up and started walking behind her.
Bella started getting nervous but she knew the exit was fairly close by. She found it strange that there wasn't a single person in the alleyway underground, but decided to brush it off. She heard the footsteps of the man behind her growing louder and louder as she began to panic.
She started walking even faster and so did the man behind her. She could see the doors ahead and really wanted to start running for them. She quickly took out her cell phone and realized she had no signal even if she wanted to call someone for help.
As she picked up speed, she realized she could no longer hear the man's footsteps behind her.
She decided to run.
She put all her strength into it and she ran for the exit. She ran as fast as she could when she felt something drape over her face.
I plan on updating once a week, probably Tuesdays.
The Perfect Space is a song off The Avett Brothers latest album I and Love and You.
The Chapters won't be super long but they'll progressively get longer and longer. They won't all be this short.
Reviews get a teaser for the next chapter :)