A/N: I didn't know what to do with this story, but I try to make the best of it.
Good change, bad change
School was hell. School was even more hell. I was even embarrassed about Charlie's stupid action. Seriously, what was he thinking? What person goes around, telling people that his kid died? It was even worst that he knew about how I was being treated at that school. I didn't mind, since that was what I was used to. If people started being nice to me, now that would be different and unhealthy.
So Edward left me alone, didn't look at me, but also didn't tease me. For some reason, that was nice for a difference, but I was beginning to worry that he was really feeling guilty for something stupid, which was, stealing years and friends away from me.
When I was home, which was later then normal, because I had sat under a tree to just hear the rain fall around me, expect on me, Charlie was there as well. And I was pissed.
"What the hell gave you the right to even do what you did?" I yelled.
"Bella," he said, startled, getting off the couch and opening his mouth.
"I don't care if you meant well, Charlie!" I interrupted. "It was stupid and do you really think I care what those brainless people think of me? Do you really, really think that I would still want to be friends with people like them?"
"No!" I screamed and that's when I couldn't stop the first tear. "You didn't have that right."
I turned before he could scream back and surprised us both by the directions I was running at. I wasn't running up to my room, no.
I was running out of the door and ran outside. I ran away.
It felt nice to run away, to run from the few people that actually should have cared for me, and not do something so idiotic. Everybody had gone crazy. Esme with Phil. Charlie and his crazy thoughts. Edward, Emmett, Alice, all of them.
I let myself fall on the grass, while rain was pouring down on me, as were the tears that were running over my cheeks.
It had just gotten too much to handle, all at once. Maybe one and a half year was too long for me to handle. Maybe I should just forget about university and go to college of higher education. Or maybe something even lower, like washing toilets or work in a supermarket.
When I heard something in the distance, I opened my eyes, only to be blinded by a pair of sharp headlights. It was a massive jeep and it was driving straight at me in a fast speed. Whether it didn't see me of didn't care that there was a person lying there, it didn't stop, so I pushed myself up in lighting speed and ran to the side, only to feel my foot slip in the mud and fall back on the ground. I tried to crawl to the other side and suddenly, thank god, the truck took a sharp turn away from me and came to a stop.
"Shit," I said to myself, watching the truck in front of me as both doors opened and two figures jumped out.
Both of them were running to me, but one of them was faster and threw himself on his knees to lean down.
The most beautiful face was close above mine and his face was filled with worry and distress.
"Oh, Bella, Bella, it's gonna be fine, it's all going to be fine," he said, as he picked me up and stood up.
"What?" I mumbled. My heart was racing, I felt hot and cold, but at the same time, I was tired as hell.
"Hush Bella," he said, stepping into somewhere warm. That's when I felt that my own hands were having a death grip on the boy.
On Edward Cullen.
"Edward, you're mean, I don't want you holding me," I mumbled.
"And yet, I am," he whispered, his hot breath on my face and my ear. He lightly chuckled as his hand was briefly on my hand. His hand felt like ice on my hot head.
"Hmm," I mumbled, "stop it."
"Yeah, yeah, I will, Bella," he said, bringing his hand from my left cheek to my right, and then back to my back, where he held me.
"I'm cold," I said, opening my eyes while my depiction was blurry from the tears. But I saw two green eyes staring at me. He pushed me up, until my face was pressed in his warm clothes and I was more in his embrace.
"I won't let you go," he whispered, putting something heavy and warm on me.
"Don't," I murmured, shaking my head as I felt more tears run down, only now they were ruining his clothes.
"No, I won't. I'm here." He held me even closer.
I shook me head, as he had misunderstood me.
"Don't lie to me," I managed to whisper, but something that resembled a hiss accompanied that same whisper. And I was glad for that.
I heard Edward's obvious sigh and he didn't say anything anymore, as my grip on him only tightened, until it hurt my fingers. He put his hand on my left one, that was on his chest, and pried it loose. He held it in his much bigger hand, slowly warming my fingers.
"Anything, but lying," I whispered.
Everything went black and comfortable.
I woke up at the hospital while coughing and heaving a terrible headache. I grabbed the glass of water that was lying on the bedside table and drank a few sips. I put it back on the table and wondered what the reason was that I was at the hospital this time.
And I didn't have to wait long, because a handsome, young looking doctor walked in my room and smiled when he saw that I was awake. I quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Who are you?" I asked. Sometimes, I was rude. And I never cared. It's just that, I usually got the same doctor and I wasn't used to changes.
"I'm Dr. Cullen and-"
"You've got to be kidding me!" I said, which shocked Dr. Cullen. I was staring incredulously at him and he scowled slightly.
"Is everything alright, Isabella?" he asked.
"Ugh, it's Bella, and are you new here?"
He nodded his head with something that resembled amusement in his eyes.
"What's so freaking funny?" I asked angrily.
"May I ask, why the outburst, Bella?" he asked.
"You must be Edward's father," I said with a smirk.
"Yes, I am," he said. "He and Emmett just got in time when they found you and brought you in, because you've already caught on pneumonia. Now I'm forced to let you stay here for at least another day."
I pressed my lips on each other and tried to remember something of that event, but nothing came. Emmett and Edward?
"When was that?" I asked.
"You don't remember?" he asked.
"No, not really," I said, avoiding his eyes.
My eyes widened as I looked back at him.
"Doc, you've got to be kidding. Have I been out for a day?" I asked.
He glanced as his watch.
"A little less, since it's ten past three pm now."
I groaned as I heard Dr. Cullen's voice say stuff about my health, but I wasn't really listening. I was thinking about dropping high school and going to England right now. Who cared about a graduation? Correction, who cared, when you had Cullens in your life?
My ears instantly sharpened when I heard another voice.
"Is she up yet, dad?"
"Yes," Dr. Cullen said.
I groaned again and glared at the doctor. He gave me a apologetic smile, as if to ask, 'what?'.
"Bella!" Emmett happily said, coming to sit next on my bed.
"What do you want?" I asked angrily.
"Wow, wow, take it easy, I'm just here to check on the damsel in distress," he said. "Is the lovely damsel not in distress anymore?"
Dr. Cullen left the room before I could tell him to take his son with him.
Yeah, just leave him here with me!
"I never was, now piss off, Emmett, I don't like you," I said.
Instead of looking hurt, he grinned. I looked at him as if he was crazy.
"What is wrong with you?" I hissed.
He pushed me back on the bed, just the few inches that I had unnoticeably gotten up, and he got a little closer.
I put my hands on his chest, ready to push him away, but when I did try to push, he didn't budge.
"Listen up, crazy Bells, I'm not Edward or Rosalie or any of those crazy people on that high school, my name is Emmett and it's very rude of you to assume I'm as much as a jerk as Edward or as much as a bitch as Rosalie."
My mouth opened in shock.
"But he's your brother and she's your girlfriend," I protested.
"True," he said, "but she's not my girlfriend anymore and just because he's my brother, doesn't change the shit he's done to you."
"You can't be serious," I said, shaking my head. Finally, he took some distance and shrugged.
"I am," he said. "He's in the waiting room as well, would you like me to tell him to piss off?"
I nodded my head and he grinned.
"Get well," he said, as he got off the bed and left the room.
With mixed emotions and strange thoughts, I fell asleep.
I woke up by tiny sounds in my room and I opened my eyes. The only little light that I saw, came out of the window. I heard a door close and assumed someone had just come to check on me and had left again.
I closed my eyes again, but then I heard someone walking towards my bed.
My eyes flew open and in front of me was standing Edward.
In my own fright, I began to scream, but not half a second later, Edward's hand was plastered on my mouth. I couldn't see his face well, especially now, since his back was on the window side, making it even more dark.
"I'll let you go, if you don't scream," Edward whispered. I nodded but his grip didn't loosen. "Don't scream." It was obvious he wanted to add or else.
He slowly released me and I was about to scream when he put one finger up while at the same time, warning me with his eyes. My eyes slowly got used to the dark.
"You were scared and defenceless in that car on the way to the hospital and in a way, you still are," he whispered.
"What. Are you doing? Here." I asked, each time taking a deep breath.
"I came to visit you, because we need to talk," he said with a simple shrug.
"Talk?" I asked. "It's in the middle of the night, you're in this room uninvited after visiting hour. You're pretty much stalking me."
"And that scares you?" he asked.
"You don't scare me, Edward Cullen," I hissed, pushing myself up until I was sitting.
"No?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
"What do you want from me?" I hissed again.
"Bella, I told you, we need to talk," he said.
"I don't want to talk to you," I said, turning my head to him.
"Fine," he said. "Then I'll show you."
"What do you want to show me, Edw-" I said while turning my head to him, but stopping when his face was close to mine. "What are you doing, Edward?"
He shook his head as he came closer.
My lips parted in shock and I couldn't do anything but stare in his eyes.
"I'm going to show you something," he said. "With a kiss."
Before he could get any closer, I raised my hand, balled it and hit him straight in the eye. The impact caused him to fall backwards and I screamed.
"Fuck, Bella, are you crazy?" he said, getting on his feet as a nurse came in the room.
"What on earth is going on here? What are you doing here so late?" she asked.
I pointed at Edward and he looked at my finger. That's when I also caught his eyes. He was smirking and his eyes held obvious humour. He wanted to know what I was about to say.
So I went for the lowest of the lowest.
"He tried to..." I stopped briefly, because I didn't know what the lowest of the lowest was.
Edward took my hand in his and kissed the back of my hand. His eyes twinkled with humor as he held eye contact.
"Baby, you told me to break the rules, and I did," he said. He winked as he went to the door, but the nurse stopped him.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.
"I'm going home, and if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell about me to the other nurses. Bella could get in serious trouble, since she was the one who was desperate for me to visit her at any time. I wouldn't want my baby to be in any trouble, especially now that she's sick."
My mouth dropped and Edward walked past the woman smoothly. The woman was looking at me with a scowl and I glared at her. Then I looked at the door, where Edward turned to give me another wink.
The first time he had winked was obviously intended so that the nurse would see it, but not this one. He had winked at me with the full knowledge of the nurse not looking.
I might have been crazy to even admit it in my own thoughts, but Edward Cullen had just flirted with me.