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Sunset of Hearts

Summary:
As the sun sets, it is the ending of a life. Sure, lives end every day, and new ones begin. But on this twilight, the sun was setting on the most important life in my world. But, it was also dawning on a new life as well. The only catch was, those two lives were both the same. What if Bella had come to Forks, and Edward and his family were human? What if they were like every other family? But, what if they were unfortunately pulled into a dark situation, that was to transform them into the thing of their nightmares, and inconsequentially, something darker than they had ever dreamed of? And what if Bella was the one to keep Edward going through all of this? Basically, what if Edward and his family were human in Forks? (Were being the key word.)


Notes:
Okay, I know that, if you read my previously completed story, Daylight, I promised an entirely different story. But, I felt a different inspiration to write this one. So, here it is.


12. Chapter 11: March the Second

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Anxiously, I paced underneath the cafeteria’s overhang. Continuously, I glance towards the parking lot. It remains empty of Bella’s truck. Minutes pass. The campus fills with students, but none of them are Bella. I wait.

The bell rings nasally, and I search once more for Bella. She’s not there. I start to panic. Although I’d been panicking before, it was nothing compared to now. Now, my stomach twists into itself, and I feel my forehead break out into sweat. I pull out my cell phone, quickly dialing the number I’d memorized.

“Hello?” Asks a groggy voice from the earpiece.

“Bella?” I call, hearing the worry etched in my voice.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she replies sleepily, yawning.

“Oh thank god,” I breathe, placing my hand over my heart.

“What?”

“I was just worried. Why aren’t you at school?”

“It’s too early for school,” she groans.

“Bella,” my brow furrows, “the first bell just rang.”

“WHAT?” Her voice is frantic.

“Did you over sleep?”

“Crap! Last night was daylight savings, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP!” Her breathing accelerates as I presume she is running around.

“I have to go, will you be here by second period?”

“Yes, I should be,” she replies breathlessly.

“I’ll meet you at your first period, then.”

“Okay, bye!”

“Bye,” I breathe. I hear the click as she hangs up her phone. I shut mine and replace it in my left pocket.

~

I walk towards her English class, anxiously searching for her. I hear the squishing of my footsteps on the muddy ground, and feel as my feet sink into the ground slightly. I see her standing by the door, waiting patiently for my arrival. I can’t wait long enough to walk, so I run to close the distance between us, taking her in my arms at once. She hugs me back confusedly.

I pull back to look her over, making sure she is unharmed. Not a scratch on her. Her brown eyes gaze into mine, and she raises one of her eyebrows at me. A smile spreads across my face as she blushes crimson.

“I missed you,” I whisper.

“I missed you, too,” she replies, confused but still smiling angelically.

I twist my fingers in with hers and together we walk in the direction of her second period class. People look at us strangely as we pass them, but I pay them no mind. All I can think about is how happy I was to be with her.

“Why were you so anxious?”

I sigh. “I can’t get anything by you, can I?” I smile down at her, masking my true concern.

“Nope,” she says, popping the ‘p’.

“I’ll explain at lunch,” I say hastily as we reach the door.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise,” I whisper, leaning down to press my lips to her forehead. She stands frozen, staring after me as I run towards my government class on the opposite side of campus.

~

BELLA

“All right, we’re at lunch. Now tell me why you were so anxious,” I demanded, staring into his green eyes. He sighed again, and rolled his eyes.

“Yesterday I went to visit my father.” His jaw clenched in anger.

“But you said he was dead,” I replied, puzzled.

“He is to me,” he said in a flat voice.

I waited for him to say more.

“He threatened to hurt you,” he said sadly, gazing down at me with fearful eyes.

“He doesn’t even know me!” I said, my voice reaching hysteria.

“He does now, thanks to me,” he said, placing his head in his hands in self loathing. Gently, I placed my hand on his, and he looked up momentarily.

“Tell me what happened,” I said calmly, waiting for him to relax.

He went over what had happened quickly, telling me how his father had asked if he had a girlfriend yet, and how he’d shown him my picture, and how his father had threatened me.

“I’m so sorry, Bella,” he finished, putting his hands back over his face.

“It’s not your fault,” I said, trying as best I could to soothe him.

“It is! I shouldn’t have even gone to see him in the first place,” his voice dripped with anger.

“It’s okay.” I placed my hand on his arm, and he looked up to meet my gaze.

“No it really isn’t,” he whispered.

“He’s in jail, Edward. He can’t do anything to me from there,” I said, trying to comfort him.

“He used to be a part of a gang, Bella. He has connections,” he said, fear filling his features.

“Hey,” I said quietly, and he looked up, “It’s going to be okay. Everything will be fine.” I grasped his hand in mine.

~

EDWARD

I slammed the door behind me, carrying the mail to the table while I flipped through the various letters. Strangely, there was one addressed to me, and I pulled it out as I set the rest down. Quickly I stuck my finger under the flap, ripping it open. Inside were several business type papers.

Dear Edward Anthony Masen Cullen Jr.,

You have been summoned to arrive at the Washington State Court Hall on the day of March the second at approximately two-thirty pm, regarding the release of Edward Phillip Masen Sr. from the Washington State Correctional Facility.

The letter slipped from my frozen fingers, fluttering as it fell to the floor.

MARCH 2ND, WASHINGTON STATE COURT HALL

I sit in the court room, stiff as the seat of my chair as two officers guide my father into the room. As he passes, he glances at me, then looks over at Bella who is seated beside me. He winks at her and she gasps in horror. My jaw clenches tighter as my grip on her delicate hand tightens as well.

I listen intently as the judge speaks with my father’s lawyer. The lawyer, a tall, balding man in a cheap suit, gives several reasons why Edward Masen should be released without parole, and the Judge nods, considering everyone of the reasons deeply. The jury across the aisle from me whispers amongst themselves, listening intently to what is said.

The judge asks for the jury to decide amongst themselves whether or not my father should be let go. They take several agonizing minutes to decide, talking in low voices that I cannot make out. Everyone faces forward when they have decided.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?”

“Yes, your honor. We, the people of the jury, find the defendant, Edward Phillip Masen Senior,” – they pause for an agonizing amount of time. I glance over at my disgusting excuse for a father, and he smiles a smug smile, seeming to already know their decision - “Not guilty on his previous charges for domestic violence and child abuse.”

Beside me, Bella gasps again in shock, and I look over at her. She gazes up at me in confusion, and I look down at her with sad eyes. Around us, people are filing out of the courtroom, and the policemen remove my father’s hand cuffs. I stand, and hurry out of the room, guiding Bella in front of me.

Once out side the courtroom, Bella spins around to face me, her eyes determined. Confusion floods me, wondering why she is suddenly angry with me.

“Why didn’t you tell me he hurt you?” Her voice was heartbreaking.

I hesitate, not wanting to tell the horrible truth. Several times I open and close my mouth in wordless indecision.

“Edward, please, tell me,” she pleads, a single tear running down her angelic face.

“I didn’t want you to feel sorry for me,” I reply, my voice breaking. She lets out a sob and hugs me close, burying her tearstained face in my suit jacket. I lean my head down to press my cheek to her hair. The hollow ache inside me deepens as I realize I’m not only hurting myself, but I’m also hurting the one I cherish more than anything in the entire universe.