What if the Cullens had not been in Forks when Bella went to live with her father. What if she had the life she was supposed to have with Jacob on the reservation in La Push. What if after several extremely happy years of marriage the Cullens did return to the area and Bella had to interact with them every day. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the authors. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
10. Chapter 10 - Forbidden
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My week off turned out to be a blessing. The logging company was so terrified that I would try to soak them for all I could get that they paid my hospital bills and gave me $25,000 towards a new car if I signed away my right to future compensation should medical issues arise. Charlie was against it until Dr. Cullen convinced him that with my file the insurance company would try to attribute future problems to other injuries so I may as well get what I could now. Jacob got me a really great car at the police auction in Seattle. There was an inconspicuous cluster of dents on one side that I suspected might be from bullets but I didn’t say anything. Leave it to Jacob to find me a bullet proof car.
My first day back I expected Alice to find me at lunch. I was surprised to look up and see Edward standing in the doorway.
“How can I help you, Edward?” I asked.
He gazed at me for a moment with those beautiful eyes, lighter than the rest of his family’s. I had always considered Edward as a student and a vampire. Briefly after the accident he was my guardian angel. Standing there in the doorway looking at me the way he did, I saw a man. My heart sped up and my hand rose, as if to touch his face. I was glad for the desk I sat behind, maintaining a safe distance between us. I blushed slightly, ashamed and lowered my eyes. Before this moment the only man I had ever noticed in that way was my husband.
“I just wanted to see that you were okay,” he said and walked off. His velvety musical voice rang in my ears for several moments after he was gone.
It was an odd thing for him to say. I had just come back from a horrible accident and many students were impressed with my bravery in diving from the car to save myself, but Edward knew I had not been injured. He was the one who pulled me from the car before I could get crushed inside it.
It was not the first time that a student had lingered in my doorway. Usually they were seniors concerned about getting into college or students who were not convinced they were up to the rigors of honors class work. Edward fit neither of these categories and I was confused by his behavior.
In class things were closer to normal. Edward sat in his corner and continued to stare at me. It was different though. Usually I felt as if he were trying to stare right into my head, today he stared more gently, at my face. I enjoyed the difference and I hoped the students assumed my generally happier demeanor was due to my week off or our new topic.
Each year I dedicate three week-long sessions to poetry. The first session I do with the freshman class always covers limericks, villanelles and sonnets. The rigid structure of those forms allows me to teach the various meters used in poetry and it helps students to organize their thoughts rhythmically. Studying sonnets also provides a natural introduction to Shakespeare. This year I was planning to read A Midsummer’s Night Dream with my freshman.
For today’s class I had the students write limericks. It would be easier to teach them about rhythm, meter and rhyming patterns tomorrow after they had some experience. At the end of the class each student had created two or three fairly unoriginal poems, many of which were about a man from Nantucket. There was one poem that was on an otherwise blank piece of paper.
By my intellect I had been driven.
It’s been so since the day I was bitten.
But your blood made me boil
And now my life’s spoiled
Because tasting your lips is forbidden.
It was the first time I had ever seen a tortured love poem in the form of a limerick. There was no mistaking the perfect handwriting, nearly calligraphic in its beauty. Had Edward written this for me or was he just having fun using a poetic form ironically? If it were the latter surely he would have included it with the others he wrote. They were all about the man from Nantucket but he got into such amusing situations that I was very impressed.
But if it wasn’t intended to be a part of the assignment then why would he have written it? Was there a girl in class who captured his eye? I had never seen him pay attention to any of the girls; it was a fact that was often discussed amongst the students. Some thought he was gay while others said he thought he was above everyone else in the school. A few of the girls who fancied themselves romantics create a girlfriend that he left behind in Canada. According to the gossip the only person he noticed outside of his family was me.
Oh. Maybe the staring and playing guardian angel meant something. But what?
If the poem was a confession then what was he confessing to? Did it have something to do with his behavior on the first day of school? Was his desire for blood or something else, more romantic? I was being ridiculous, he was a beautiful young man and I was letting my imagination run away with me. One thing was certain, if this was the tenor of Edward’s limericks I wasn’t sure I wanted to read his sonnets.
I crumbled up the paper and threw it away. It wasn’t intended to be graded anyway, there was an entire page of limericks from Edward.
Alice came and met me at lunch the following day.
“We were worried about you the week you were gone. We know that your husband is leading the Quileute boycott of the hospital and we were afraid he might get angry about what happened.” She sounded sincere but it was really quite demeaning.
“My husband was thrilled that I walked away from the accident unharmed, Alice,” I told her with a cool voice. “What makes you think I would be unsafe returning to him after a serious accident?”
She looked abashed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“It’s okay, I know you mean well,” I said. “It is just so hard on me with everyone worrying about me all the time. Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn’t just be better off working at the reservation school.”
“How did your husband respond?”
“Once he knew what happened he was annoyed at having to be grateful to Edward. He hates him most of all because of what happened the first day of school.”
Alice looked surprised to hear that Jacob knew about that but didn’t say anything. I was not about to explain anything or apologize for talking to my husband. She had Jasper so she should know that some relationships were too important for secrets.
“Since your being here took away our cottage he decided that our families are even now so there’s no worries,” I said.
Alice laughed. “I think we can consider it a fair trade,” she said.
“I’m just glad that Edward was there that day, what a fortunate coincidence.”
Mrs. Black,” she said softly, “Edward follows you to work every day.”
Every day? That was something to ponder. Why on earth would he follow me every day. Edward was becoming more of an enigma.
“Is your family that worried about me living in La Push?” I asked. “Please tell Carlisle that I am perfectly safe.”
Carlisle doesn’t send him, it’s his own decision.”
Alice was making no sense. Edward had been avoiding me since he returned. When we first met he looked ready to kill me though I had no idea why. Why would he follow me to work every day?
“Alice, what caused Edward to behave the way he did on the first day of school? Why does he still keep his distance from me?”
“That is something you’ll have to ask him yourself.”
The problem was that I couldn’t ask Edward anything. If his poem was any indication then it was forbidden.
- Chapter 2 - The Cottage
- Chapter 3 - Dr. Cullen
- Chapter 4 - Council Meeting
- Chapter 5 - Message
- Chapter 6 - First Day of School
- Chapter 7 - Birthday Present
- Chapter 8 - Please Help Me Name This Chapter
- Chapter 9 - Accident
- Chapter 10 - Forbidden
- Chapter 11 - Cold
- Chapter 12 - Walk in the Woods
- Chapter 13 - Consequences
- Chapter 14 - Goodbyes
- Chapter 15 - Stolen Moments
- Chapter 16 - Party
- Chapter 17 - Lost
- Chapter 18 - Stranger
- Chapter 19 - Saved
- Chapter 20 - Decision
- Chapter 21 - Return
- Epilogue - Bella Turns 30
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