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Betrayed; EPOV of Broken
I first moved to the tiny, rainy town of Forks, Washington when I was 10 years old. My dad took over at their hospital as chief of surgery, if you could call it that, causing us to move away from our home in Chicago. I left everything that I loved behind and instead came here with my mom and brother Emmett.
Emmett was my twin brother, fraternal twin brother. We were no more alike than if we had been born years apart, but people forgot that when they discovered that we were twins. Emmett was actually older than me by 4 minutes. He also was larger and dumber if you ask me.
We had nothing in common. He liked to play sports and I liked to read. He was a bit of a jack ass and I was serious. There were times that I wondered if we were really related at all, but mom liked to remind me all the time that he was my brother and a brother's love was unbreakable as was their loyalty.
My first day at Forks Elementary school was in the 4th grade and was traumatic at best. I was in one room and Emmett was in another per my request. I had thought that by having Em in another room that I might be able to get out from underneath his shadow, but as I stood in front of a room full of kids who stared at me like I was a side show freak I really started to regret my decision.
I remember the morning going slow and no one talking to me. I then, remember having to go to a much smaller room for advanced English. There were 5 kids in the room, 2 girls sitting together that I come to know as Jessica Stanley and Angela Webber. There were also 2 boys sitting together that I would learn to be Tyler Crowley and Ben Cheney. There was one girl all by herself at a table.
She had long dark brown hair that was in some sort of a braided pony tail and the biggest brown eyes that I had ever seen before. They were intimidating and bottomless, like a vat of melted chocolate. I remember having to introduce myself to the class since there were kids in there from the other class that I had not met yet. I remember how it felt to have the kids staring at me once more as if I was a freak and all the kids stared except the girl by herself.
I remember her looking up at me from the notebook that she was writing in with her big expressive brown eyes. She gave me a small smile. I could see her warmth in her eyes and then she looked back to her notebook as if I was no big deal. I knew right then that I would have sit by her.
When I was seated she introduced herself as Isabella Swan, but preferred to be called Bella, which suited her better if you asked me. Her eyes kept drawing me in and even at the tender age of 10 I knew that she was special.
It was round about this time that my life and Bella's became forever intertwined. It all started over a trip to the grocery store.
I was with mom and Emmett as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I could see Bella walking in the cold wind with her long dark hair flying around her like some sort of crazy halo as she pulled an older looking wagon behind her. She had her black sweat shirt zipped up, but she still looked cold.
"Who is that?" mom asked with concern her in voice as she looked over at who I was staring at.
"That's Isabella Swan," Em said all proud like, as if mom should give him a treat for being correct.
"Bella," I quickly corrected knowing how much it irritated her to be called to be called by her full name. She said it was too formal to be her name.
Bella Swan had become the topic of town gossip and had taken the heat off my family, for which I would be grateful for eternity. Her mom had left her dad for the young high school football coach in a very dramatic fashion by quitting her teaching job without any notice and then skipping town with him while Charlie Swan was at work. The coldest part about her leaving was that she left poor Bella to walk home in the rain, with no access into the house. I guess Bella sat on the front porch in the rain for 4 hours waiting for her Dad to get home. I had asked her once why she didn't leave to go to a neighbor's house or something to call Charlie. She told me that she was scared that if she left her porch that her dad would come home, see no one there and leave her too. I have always thought that Renee needed to be shot for treating her daughter like that.
At the grocery store we watched Bella leave the wagon by the entrance and walk inside with a notebook in hand. I had always thought that Bella was interesting since I could never tell what she was thinking or how she would react to things so watching her had become second nature for me. I watched as she grabbed a cart and proceeded to shop. The funny thing about me watching was that my mom was too.
Mom and I watched Bella check off things from what appeared to be her grocery list. We watched her read labels and inspect produce, all the while adults passed her with a sorrowful look on their faces, but not one person stopped to help her.
She was amazing to watch as she pretty face would scrunch up in concentration as she looked at things determining what the better deal for her buy was. As I watched her I could not help but to think about the fact that I was not trusted to pick out cereal and this girl my age was trusted to grocery shop. It was sad and I was not the only person who thought so. I looked up at my mother who was watching her with a calculating look when suddenly Emmett started to whine louder.
He had been following behind us whining about us taking too long since he wanted to go home and watch cartoons. When he finally realized that we were watching the girl he stopped whining.
"What is she doing?" he practically yelled and as quickly tried to shhh him it was too late; Bella had noticed that we were following her. She turned towards us with a cute annoyed looked that she quickly covered up before saying hello to Emmett and me with a soft pink on her cheeks from the blush that seemed to grace her every time she was embarrassed.
My mom made quick work of this opportunity and soon we were placing her wagon in the back of our minivan after she had finished shopping to give her a ride home with her groceries. I knew my mom. I knew as she looked over at a very embarrassed Bella who sat in the front seat by her that she was thinking about this girl who was left alone too often in a town that didn't care about her. I knew that she was thinking of some way to swoop in help her since that was what my mom did. It was her calling since most people did not know that mom had a family that basically abandoned her and her sister so she had a soft spot for the lost and lonely since at one time it had been her.
At Bella's house Em and I carried the groceries to her meticulously clean kitchen. She had invited us in for an ice tea as means of saying thanks for our kindness and we all sat there talking. Bella was great host. Mom questioned her a bit about the house and we discovered that she was the one who cleaned it since her dad was in no mood for such things as she put it. I sat there in shock as I looked around at the amazingly tidy house that was cared for by a 10 year old all the while thinking about how I barely cleaned my own room, mom really did it for me.
When we left mom drove down the street and then pulled over for a moment to cry before collecting herself, all the while Em kept bothering her over why she was crying. I had always wondered if he really was that dumb, but that day he proved. He couldn't see that mom could see herself in our classmate.
After that day Bella was around more. I am not sure how mom managed it, but suddenly Bella was with us almost all the time. I didn't mind, like I said Bella was interesting.
One night that summer she went with us to Emmett's baseball game. God, how I hated going to his games. I hated how people would fawn over him. I hated that it took forever and that I was forced to go, but this time Bella with us, so I hoped for a better time.
We sat there and I waited for her to become transfixed over what an amazing athlete Emmet was, but she barely looked his direction much to my delight. She had brought a book and pulled it out to start to read. I could see Emmett's face fall from the dugout as he noticed that Bella was not interested in his activities like every other person there. I wondered why he had not noticed that Bella was not like every other person in this town. She was different.
The game had barely started and Bella kept talking about the books she was reading. Soon I found myself asking mom if we could walk over to Bella's to get a book and come back, which mom happily agreed to. We walked the empty streets of Forks, talking and laughing until we reached her house. She had a key this time since her father made sure that she would never be locked out again.
We went in, grabbed a snack and then went to her room. Her room was purple. There was purpled everywhere. I discovered that purpled had been her mother's favorite color while her's was black, but her dad would not let her color everything black. When I looked at her I saw bright colors like, hot pink or bright blue so the purple did not fit.
She had two jam packed book shelves and I quickly went out finding a book to read. We sat there on her bed, talking and laughing about books that we had read until we settled in and started to read. We sat side by side, resting against pillows against her head board as we read. I could hear her breathing or her sigh and the turning of pages as she became lost in the story. It was comforting and I knew at that very moment that I had found a lifelong friend that was mine alone, I just didn't know at the time that I was destined to break her heart.
Thank you for reading! Ok, this is the start of the Edward POV for Broken. I am trying my best not to have to be a rehashing of Broken unless it is necessary for the plot so I hope his take will be interesting for you. In this version you'll get a better idea of how he gets along with Em and what happens once he leaves Bella.