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Fallen Angel Broken Song

Banner by Marauder by Midnight Banner 1 What if... Edward wasn't as strong as we thought he was? ***Eclipse References***


6. What Was Left Behind

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Carlisle’s POV

Only Tuesday, and already this week was ruined. I walked briskly towards the main office of Forks High School, to perform my part of Bella’s plan. The whole thing was risky overall, but ingenious in its entirety.

Stepping inside, I was relieved to see that Alice’s vision had been correct and Lauren Mallory was there. I had been told that she was the biggest gossip in the school and was sure to spread the story that I was to tell.

Stepping up to the desk, I cleared my throat and waited for the secretary to turn her attention to me.

“Excuse me,” I said. “I need to withdraw my children from Forks High.”

“Really, Mr. Cullen?” she seemed flustered. Lauren behind me leaned in to listen. “I understand there was a slight problem concerning Edward in Mr. Banner’s class yesterday.”

“That’s correct. Unfortunately, my son does have a mental condition often causing him to act out in public. It seems to be worsening, culminating yesterday in class.”

I started using big words that normally confused people. “In accordance, we will be returning to my family home where they will be schooled by my wife, and Edward can be watched more closely.”

“Oh, my, I had no idea, Mr. Cullen,” she stammered. “Certainly something to do with the death of his family?”

“I believe so,” I replied. “Regardless, he wasn’t justified in what he did, and will need supervision for a time.” I almost choked on these words, they were so true.

“Of course, Mr. Cullen.”

The papers were filed instantaneously, and I left feeling only slightly victorious. Lauren was already whispering the tale to a boy who had entered the office after her, and that was what I needed to happen. I could only hope that Bella’s part of the plan had gone well.

Bella’s POV

I knew that this wasn’t a particularly good idea, but I did know it would work. Alice and Esme followed me into my house that morning, and I could have cried when I thought about why they did. We got there early enough that Charlie was still home, asleep.

I quaked at the smell of human blood that hit me as I climbed the stairs, but managed to slip into my room to find a few things to take with me. As I looked around, I realized that I didn’t really want anything to remind me of what I had once been, but I slipped a photo of my mother and father into my pocket. That way, I wouldn’t have a chance to be angry with myself later.

Now came the dangerous part. Esme and Alice flanked me as I tip-toed into Charlie’s room where he slept. He had to see me, hear me, so that the rest of the plan would work.

“Charlie,” I called, touching his cheek, not daring to breathe.

“Bella?” he said groggily. “Where were you?”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come home last night Dad. I… I went to the mall to relax a little. School was hard. I have to go now, to school, but I love you Dad, OK? I love you.” My voice cracked over the words, and the sobs they brought were real.

The blood drew me so strongly, I felt dizzy. I had to get out of there. Turning around, I ran down the stairs and away, towards the Cullen’s house. When I got there, I bent over, my breath short even though I didn’t really need to breath at all. Esme put her hand on my back, and I sank to my knees in pain.

Alice’s POV

That left me to crash the truck. How exciting. Another car accident, and it would take some doing to wreck this girl’s beast of a vehicle .I thought the whole idea was nuts, but whatever, no one listens to the girl who can see the future. But now that there’s ‘know-it-all’ Bella, they won’t need me any more.

I decided that it would be best to crash the truck between Bella’s house and the high school, and soon found the perfect tree. It was a thick maple, just off the road, and I managed to wrap the truck right around it. Luckily, there was no one around, and I got the fire going quickly.

When I got home, every one was there but Edward. Emmett and Rosalie had decided to deign us with their presence once again, and had apparently been filled in. Everyone was packing the few things worth taking with us, exempting my new sister.

Seat assignments were made; I would take the Volvo, Jasper and Rosalie their cars, Emmett his jeep, and Carlisle and Esme their car. That left Bella alone, and without a ride.

“Bella,” Carlisle said, when we all stood looking back at our empty house, “Who do you want to ride with?”

“No one in particular,” she murmured, “But if it’s allright, I think I’ll go with Emmett.”

I watched to see how this would affect Rosalie, but she just flicked her hair and climbed behind the wheel of her convertible. I thought I knew why she chose Emmett; he was definitely the lovable, huggable one, even though he was kind of sullen right now.

I watched as she climbed up into his jeep and straightened out the off-road harness, then I climbed into the Volvo. I was the first one out the drive, not once looking back.

Emmett’s POV

Rosalie didn’t even bat an eyelash when Bella climbed into my Jeep. It hurt, the final nail in the coffin that had been built in the last twelve hours. In that short time, a girl had been killed, a boy had taken flight, and a once-stable relationship was reduced to ashes.

I followed Carlisle out of the drive, the last one in the convoy of cars that formed a trail of commuting vampires. I chewed my lip thoughtfully. It would take at least a day for us to reach Denali, and we would have to stop once or twice so that Bella could feed. The rest of us would need to hunt too; I had been told all about what had happened while I was out looking for Rosalie.

Apparently everything was set and we just needed to get out of town. With the speedometer edging the hundred mark, we hit the interstate, and rain began to fall. The wiper blades cut paths through the steady drops, and I wished that a path could be made as easily through the hell that my marriage had become.

“I’m sorry Emmett.”

“For what?” I asked, confused by Bella’s sudden apology. They were the first words she had spoken to me, strange ones that made no sense.

“It’s my fault that Rosalie is angry.”

“This isn’t your fault Bella,” I replied, looking at her evenly.

“You’re right, most of it’s not.” She was looking straight ahead through the rain, her mouth set in a grim line. “But it is my fault that your wife’s mad. More than you know yet.”

“Great,” I sighed. “More to come.”

She touched my shoulder then, an oddly warm, reassuring touch. I had lost sight of Carlisle’s car, and began swerving around in search of it. I knew the way to Denali, so I wasn’t worried, but I had hoped to talk to Rosalie again before we got there.

Bella leaned back in the seat next to me and closed her eyes. Though we couldn’t physically sleep, she didn’t move for the six hours, comatose, leaving me to my thoughts.