Bella Swan has a secret, one that is breaking her inside. One that causes her pain to think about, and worry. One that she cannot reveal to anyone, and continues to break her heart each second. When she moves back to Forks to 'spend time with Charlie and Emmet' her family, and 'to see her old friends - Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Edward'- she is still unhappy, still not revealing her secret. They can tell there is something different, something wrong, but what is it?ALL HUMAN.
I do not know, nor am I, Stephanie Meyer.
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“Mom, I’m going out with James tonight.” I said, trying not to flinch as I said his name. I think she might have seen my body shake, but I hoped not. I didn’t need her to find out, my life was bad enough as it was.
“Why? Where?” I knew she didn’t exactly approve of James, and no mother would. I didn’t, yet I was in a relationship with him, I think its pretty obvious why. I’ve never told anyone though, he wouldn’t like it.“Um . . . I’m going to his house.” I replied. Of course, James practically lived by him. His mother had left his family and his father was always out doing something. I wasn’t excited about going. I had to were my most revealing clothes, or . . . well let’s not discuss that.
“Okay then. I’m going to Phil’s game tonight. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay, I mean-“
“Mom, go. Have fun.”
“Okay, then.” She said, lifting up her suitcase, on her way outside, where Phil was waiting in the car. She’d be away for a week. Something James knew of, something I was scared about.
I got dressed, into revealing clothes, when I heard him come in behind me. Of course he had a key to my house, but I hadn’t heard him come in. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing my neck. Then he started to touch me, places where you weren’t meant to touch.
“James, please.” I begged, tears falling down my cheeks.
In response he slapped me, “You’re mine, I can do what I want with you. You’re far too innocent Bella, and I’m changing that.”
I was concerned about Bella. She had been catonic that first week, and even now, she rarely ate, rarely slept and when she did, I heard her screaming. She never talked voluntarily, only when asked a question and usually with one syllable answers.
I feared what had happened when I had been gone. I knew it was my fault, I should never have went away. I had asked her what happened numerous times that first week, but she would only cry harder and I learnt not to mention it.
Then one night, when we were eating, well she just playing with her food, she started to talk, “Renee?” she asked hesitantly, as if I would punish her for calling my name. She flinched slightly as I spoke.
“Can I move, to Charlie’s?”
“I need to.” The tears were coming again. Her voice had been a low whisper, one laced and wrapped with pain, pain on such levels I would never wish it upon anyone, not even someone I loathed.
“Okay. I’ll phone him. Would you like to go to sleep, now Bella?”
“Sure.” She answered, and I knew it was a lie. “Renee, can I leave tomorrow?”
“Alright then.” I said, picking up the phone and dialing Charlie’s number.
“Charlie?” I asked.
“Who’s this?” came Emmet’s booming voice from the other end of the phone.
“Renee, can I speak with Charlie, Emmet?”
“Oh, hi mum.” He greeted me, before going suspiciously. “Why?”
“It’s not . . . Nothing’s happened . . . to B-Bella?”
“I need to speak with him.”
“OMG! Is she going to be okay.”
“Put Charlie on the phone!” I screamed.
“Okay.” He said, in a shaking voice. I rarely screamed, it wasn’t something I did. But this was my daughter we were talking about and she deserved to be happy.
Bella was going to Forks. She was on her way.