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My Beautiful Rescue

Summary:
Bella is the new girl in Forks. When a scare alerts her to some unexplainable activities, she doesn't know what to do. She soon finds herself in love with somebody who isn't exactly supposed to love her back. Bella/Carlisle


Notes:
This is Bella/Carlisle m'dears. Just throwing that out there. If you don't like it DO NOT read it. Really. I don't want one star reviews shouting "THIS IS GROSS"... and if I get them, I may be forced to throw on of my knight friends at your face. :D


11. Pictures

Rating 3.5/5   Word Count 1403   Review this Chapter

True to his word, Carlisle let me go to my own burial the following morning. It was drizzling, and there was a crowd of more people than I knew standing next to the empty casket... though, I could hardly focus. The smell of all the people standing so close together was absolutely maddening. I was grateful for Emmett, Edward, and Carlisle's presence. I didn't know what I would do if I accidentally slipped and killed someone at a funeral...

I held my breath, and watched the people interact. Charlie had his head in his hands. He had Billy on one side and Harry Clearwater on the other. It looked almost as if they were protecting him from the other guests. Someone I didn't know tried to give him comfort, but Billy shooed them away. I felt terrible. I was the reason that my father was in so much pain... it was all my fault.

Jessica and Mike were there, along with Angela, Ben, and Eric. I never talked to them much during school. I was too busy spending time with the Cullens during school hours. But, despite the short amount of time I spent with them, Jessica and Angela were crying. I wanted to do the same. Even people I hadn't talked to much were crying.

Apart from the group was Renee. She had Phil by her side, and she did nothing but stare at the coffin. I could see her bottom lip tremble, and Phil squeezed her hand. I bit my lip... maybe I didn't want to see my burial.

Carlisle put his hand on my back. “You're okay, Bella.” I could also tell that his hand was there to restrain me. All the humans there, with the blood pulsing through their veins, was tempting... I was struggling with all of my being not to jump from the tree and into the group.

“Don't touch her like that,” murmured Edward.

Carlisle looked at Edward, a fierceness in his eyes that I had never seen before. “Edward, we are not going to do this right now,” he said sharply.

“Why not?” asked Edward. “I think right now is a perfect time!”

Renee looked up and glanced towards the trees we were watching from. Edward was being too loud.

“You think Bella's burial is a perfect time?” asked Carlisle incredulously.

Edward scowled. “We will talk about it.”

“Of that I have no doubt, but save it until we can do it privately,” warned Carlisle. I knew that if I were human, my face would be bright red.

“Way to make things awkward,” said Emmett. “Just know that I will never argue for your affection, Bella.” He laughed loudly, which made Renee look over again.

“You guys, please be quiet,” I managed to whisper without taking too big of a breath.

Edward sighed, Carlisle shook his head, and Emmett started drawing pictures of the family in the dirt.

When they finally lowered the coffin into the grave, people started to leave. After ten minutes, it was just Renee, Charlie, and Phil.

“Go, Phil,” murmured Renee. I was glad I could hear her voice.

He nodded. “I'll leave you the keys and walk to the motel.” He kissed her on the cheek, handed her the keys, and then jogged away.

“I'm so happy you could make it,” whispered Charlie, his voice gravelly.

“Of course I made it,” she snapped.

It was silent then, and both of them looked at the newly filled grave.

“I... I'm sorry I let her go, Renee,” said Charlie, his voice cracking.

“No, Charlie. It is not your fault,” she replied, looking at her feet.

“Renee?” he breathed.

She looked up and saw his outstretched arms. She stumbled forward and he caught her. She let the tears she had been holding go in into his shoulder. He stood there, like the brave man he was, and let her cry. He rubbed her back, and held her for a few minutes after she stopped crying.

Carlisle held my hand when he saw me struggling not to cry... I knew there would be no tears, but it would feel like a release all the same. But I knew crying also involved breathing... which was something I couldn't do at that point.

She stepped away abruptly and turned her back when she realized what it must have looked like. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” muttered Charlie. “I... I need to leave now,” he said. He took one last, lingering look at the grave, and shuffled to the cruiser. When the door slammed and the engine roared, Renee looked towards the trees again.

“Let's go,” said Carlisle, pulling on my hand.

“No, we're climbing,” I said. I knew it was a terrible idea, but I wanted to stay close to Renee. I was always the one to protect her, and I wouldn't do very well at protecting her when she was out of sight. Quickly, we climbed high enough where Renee wouldn't see us.

She approached carefully, almost like she was frightened. I knew that it would be better if we ran away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Seeing Renee up close was a blessing I didn't think I was going to have. She stopped at the edge of the trees and took a deep breath. I bit my lip again and reminded myself not to breathe.

Emmett and Edward were watching Renee carefully to see whether or not we would have to run away. Carlisle had his eyes fixed on me. I knew he couldn't say anything with Renee so close, but I knew what he was trying to say... he wanted to know if I was okay. I nodded and looked back at Renee.

She glanced around slowly and hugged her purse to her chest. When she looked down, however, she saw something that made her pause. There, fresh in the dirt, were the pictures that Emmett had drawn of the family. He looked at Carlisle, his eyes wide.

Renee bent down and looked at them even more closely. Carlisle shook his head, and Edward glared at Emmett.

There was a picture of Emmett and Rosalie together, a picture of Jasper and Alice together, a picture of Edward, a picture of Esme, and a picture of Carlisle and I together. He had even labeled them...

“Carlisle died, too,” she whispered. She stood up quickly and brushed the hair out of her face. I could hear her heart beat faster and faster. She was standing there, thinking very hard about something. Finally, after the longest minute of my life, she spoke.

“Bella?” she called in a raspy voice. “Bella, honey, are you here?” I could see the tears for in her eyes.

I wanted nothing more than to call out at her. Emmett was the one who acted. Faster than I thought possible, he flung his hand over my mouth. “Don't say a word,” he mouthed.

“Bella...” she whispered. “Please.”

She knelt down once again, and pulled something out of her purse... it was a camera. She took a picture of the drawings, stood up, and walked slowly out of the trees. When she was out of hearing distance, all hell broke loose.

“What were you thinking?” gasped Edward. “Why in the world would you draw something like that?”

Emmett took his hand from my mouth and slipped out of the tree. He quickly kicked dirt over his drawings. “I was going to destroy them, but then we had to go and it was all busy and I didn't know what to do!” he exclaimed. “I just didn't know!”

Carlisle jumped from the tree and landed next to Emmett. “I know it was an accident, but really, Emmett... you should know better.”

Without another word, Carlisle took my hand and we ran to the house. Edward and Emmett were right behind us, arguing the whole way home. When we opened the front door, I could have sworn that they were going to have a fight.

“It was just a picture!” exclaimed Emmett. “You can't just leave me without something to do!”

“So now it's my fault?” asked Edward, fuming.

“Edward, Emmett, stop this right now!” said Carlisle. “We don't need arguing, okay? It was an accident, and that's all that matters.”

“It probably won't come to anything, anyway,” I assured them.

I knew I was wrong the second the doorbell rang.