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WARNING: This story contains mature situations including (but not limited to): Violence, Language, Sexual abuse, Mental abuse, Physical abuse, etc... Please do not read unless you're 18 or older.
My tears won't make any room for more
And it don't hurt
Like anything I have ever felt before
This is no broken heart
No familiar scars
This territory goes uncharted"
- Uncharted, by: Sara Bareilles
The past six weeks have been hell. Rosalie was released from the hospital a month ago, and I've been on edge ever since.
I know it sounds bad, but I wish they would've kept her in there longer. Things honestly wouldn't be so bad if I knew Royce King was rotting behind bars, but he's not. He's out there somewhere, licking his wounds and most likely plotting my revenge.
I sigh heavily and heave another large load of laundry into the washing machine. After dumping in the detergent and adjusting the setting on the machine, I flick off the light and make my way toward the living room.
Jasper and Rosalie are busy throwing lunch together in the kitchen, so I decide to take advantage of the quiet and rest for a bit in my dad's oversized recliner. Once my feet are propped up and I'm snuggled in with my favorite afghan from my Grams, I quickly start to nod off. Before long, I drift off into a deep dreamless sleep.
Suddenly, my shoulder is being jostled and I open my bleary eyes to find Emmett and Edward standing above me. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to figure out what the heck is going on, and I realize that it's almost dark outside. I managed to sleep the day away.
Using the palm of my hands to wipe the sleep from my eyes, I clear my throat as I sit up and ask, "Hey, what are you guys up to?"
"Eh, we were in the neighborhood, so we thought we'd stop by," Emmett jokes with a dimpled grin, causing me and Edward to roll our eyes at him as we chuckle.
"Missed me, did ya?" I retort with a grin and swat Emmett's arm playfully. I stand and toss the blanket over the back of the chair.
"Of course," Edward answers this time with an infectious crooked grin.
"Aw, you guys are sweet." I feel my face flush slightly and tuck my hair behind my ears as we make our way into the kitchen. Rosalie and Jasper are setting the table and putting supper out, so we grab drinks and go sit down.
"We called Jasper earlier and he invited us over to eat with you guys. And, well, you know me. I never turn down a home-cooked meal," Emmett says as he rubs his stomach.
"Emmett, Esme cooks for you every night," I return with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, but this is Southern cooking," he says like it's obvious and overly emphasizes "southern".
I roll my eyes as I put a couple scoops of homemade macaroni and cheese on my plate.
Jasper chuckles as he listens to us bicker, and Rosalie smiles in quiet observation. She's been a lot more quiet than usual, which I guess is to be expected after going through such a traumatic experience.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about her, though. She hasn't been as spastic as I have—I screamed bloody murder the other day when the microwave timer went off—but she's been withdrawn and stares off into space a lot.
Whenever I ask her if she wants to talk, she tells me that I have enough on my plate and that she's fine. She says she's been discussing a lot of things with her new counselor, Maggie, and she's been helping her put a lot of things into perspective.
Maybe I should see if I can get a Maggie of my own to help me, too?
Suddenly, Rose jumps up from her seat and runs out of the room.
The table is momentarily stunned and I'm the first to snap out of it and chase her down. When I catch up with her, I find her bent over the toilet as she vomits violently. I hold her hair back for her and reach over to the sink for something to wipe her face with.
Jasper is standing in the doorway looking concerned, and I shoo him away before Rose sees him. I know she'd be embarrassed by all of the attention. He slowly walks away and shortly after, Rose stands and leans against the counter for support.
"Are you okay? Let me feel your forehead, maybe you're getting that bug that's going around," I say as I reach up to feel her face.
"I'm pregnant, Bella," she interrupts me and glances up at my reflection beside her in the vanity mirror.
"W-what?" I stutter in shock. I see my reflection in my peripheral and notice that my face is pale and my drooping eyes are round with surprise.
"I'm pregnant, Bella," she repeats in a softer yet firmer tone, and I notice the fear in her crystal blue eyes.
My body slumps against the counter as well and I hang my head low, trying to get my bearings.
"Are you sure?" I whisper, my voice trembles and my throat is tight.
"Yes," she whispers brokenly and whimpers as I slump to the floor in defeat.
Rosalie is pregnant with Royce's baby. She most likely conceived the night he…hurt her. The little bits and pieces that she's opened up to me in the past few weeks tell me that that has to be the night she got pregnant. They hadn't had sex in over a month before that night, he'd admitted to her that he had been sleeping around and she told him she wanted him to get tested.
Fuck, if a guy screwed around on me I would've been done. We all know Rose and I are two completely different people, but I hate that she didn't feel comfortable enough to tell me all of this before. I wonder how long she's known she's been pregnant, but I decide not to ask her. Realistically, she couldn't have known for very long.
My body is trembling and I realize that I am completely filled to the brim with hatred for Royce. I mean, I hated him before, but now…he's tied himself to her in the most personal and irrevocable way.
I quickly stand and help Rosalie get cleaned up before I walk her out to Jasper. She's crying softly and I just can't be the person to console her right now, not while I have this white hot anger pistoning around inside of me.
I make my way up to Charlie's bedroom and am unlocking his gun safe before I realize I've made the trek upstairs. I quickly make my way back down with one of Charlie's shotguns, and I walk with purpose toward the door.
"Don't wait up," I seethe as I grab my keys and fling the front door open roughly.
"Bella!" I hear Emmett behind me, but I pay him no mind. I continue taking quick measured strides toward my truck.
"Bella, stop right now!" Edward calls out with authority and I almost stop at the harsh tenor in his voice, but I'm too far gone.
"I'm gonna fucking kill Royce," I grit out quietly, and I throw the door of my truck open and toss the gun inside.
Just as I'm about to climb in, I'm quickly body-checked to the ground. I land face down in the grass and squirm under the hard body that's pressed against me.
"I'm giving you five seconds to get off me before I get up, grab that gun, and shoot you as well," I seethe.
I have no idea who is on top of me, it could be Jasper, Emmett, or Edward, but they're fucking with the wrong girl.
"You're not ruining your fucking life over that piece of shit," Edward spits back at me and easily contains my thrashing body.
"Get. Off. Of. Me," I hiss.
He finally releases me a little, and when I go to get back up, he knocks me back down. This time we're actually wrestling each other in my front lawn. I'm sprawled out beneath him, scratching and slapping him until he holds my hands up above my head.
"Stop fighting me," he growls as he moves his face close to my own. His nose presses dominantly against my own until unshed tears prick my eyes.
"Please let me go," I say as I stare up into his smoldering jade eyes.
"Never. I won't let you kill him, Bella. You'll throw your whole life away."
I groan and turn my head to the side as I release a huge defeated sigh. A few minutes go by and Edward is still straddling me, so I look up at him expectantly.
"Are you going to straddle me all night, or what?"
"Just making sure you're not giving me a fake out," he replies cautiously.
"I'm not," I respond quickly, unsure myself of whether or not I'm telling the truth.
"Okay then." Edward stands and offers me his hand.
I let him pull me up and fish in my pockets for my truck keys. When I come up empty, I look around for them.
"Looking for these?" Edward asks coolly as he dangles them in the air.
"Yes, can I have them?" I ask.
"Nope," he replies, popping the "p" and pissing me off.
"Edward, I am two seconds away from grabbing that damn gun and shooting you," I huff exasperated.
"I can handle myself," he replies confidently and stands his ground.
I glance back to the door to make sure no one else is outside, and when I see Emmett watching us from the kitchen window I turn back to Edward.
"Rosalie is pregnant," I say flatly, trying to keep my emotions in check.
"What?" he asks loudly, shocked at my admission.
I nod slowly. "She's pregnant with Royce's baby." My voice is sad and defeated. I walk over to my truck and climb inside to sit down. I curl my body toward the steering wheel as my tears start to fall.
Edward is immediately at my side and he turns me to face him as he wraps me in his arms. I openly sob into his neck as he rubs up and down my back.
"It'll be okay," he coos softly against my temple.
"No it won't. It won't," I cry. "My life is a fucking nightmare. I just want to wake up."
I whimper as I feel him pull me even tighter against him. "Just breathe, Bella. Take deep breaths and let it out," he soothes.
"I can't!" I snap and pull back angrily pushing the tears away.
"God damn it! I'm angry! You should just let me go and finish this once and for—"
My rant is quickly cut off by Edward as he pulls my face close to his and kisses me. I'm stunned for a few seconds, but then reality rears her ugly face and trickles over me like a cool bucket of water.
I push against Edward's chest, and out of anger, I reflexively slap him.
"What the fuck?" I shout.
"I deserved that," Edward relents and rubs his face.
"I know you don't know me very well, but let's get one thing straight right now," I speak evenly.
He nods, his ears and cheeks tinged pink, be it from the cold, embarrassment, or anger—I'm not entirely sure.
"If you're going to kiss me, it had better not be to distract me. You don't kiss somebody to get your way, you kiss them because you want to kiss them. I am not a toy, and I don't take gestures like that lightly. Now move out of my way before I knee you in the balls," I scold as I reach back for my dad's gun and hop from the cab of my truck.
I slam the door closed in annoyance and turn toward the house.
"Bella?" I hear Edward call out behind me, and I stop walking but don't face him.
"What?" I huff.
I feel him before I see him, he gently grabs the gun from my hand and tosses it onto the ground before he turns me toward him.
"What if I wanted to?" he asks, and my heart skips a beat.
"I'd say your timing is terrible, and that you hardly even know me," I reply evenly, not looking into his eyes.
"I'd like to. I'd like to get to know you, and for you to learn to trust me and get to know me, and maybe then you can decide if you'll let me kiss you again."
His words are sweet. I smile sadly at him and glance away from him.
"And the timing?" I pry.
"Life's too short to wait for this kinda stuff," he replies flippantly.
"Right." I roll my eyes and crack a bit of a smile.
"So?" he asks.
"Will you go out with me sometime? Just us? It can be as friends or whatever you're comfortable with. I enjoy spending time with you, and I'd like to know more about you—what makes you tick and all that," he answers truthfully.
"You sure you'll live to tell the tale?" I ask a bit smugly.
"You sure do keep things interesting."
A/N: So...*Peeks over large boulder* Remember when I said more angst was coming? I didn't lie...and I'm not lying. A lot more angst coming up.
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