Right or Wrong?
Thanks to eternitys_charm for the crazy good banner! Bella Swan is your average teenage girl with a boyfriend named Jacob and a semi perfect life. But what if that perfect life she's come to love is all an illusion and she's just afraid to admit the truth? Edward is gorgeous popular and rich and he's the object of Bella's hate and the only one who see's the real her. When tragedy strikes will Bellla finally see the light and just admit she really loves Edward? Love has consequences but for her it's better then living a lie. Spoiler!Go to my bio to see a sneak peek on the sequel to this story! (All human! Rated teen for some strong language and mature themes.) Thanks to all my faithful reviewers! Next Chapter will soon be up!
8. Good news on top of good news.
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So I was back here again. Admiring her from afar, beating myself about not taking up the chance of catching her while I could. I knew she wasn’t back with Jacob because Alice had to carry the heavy burden of telling me everything she knew about their falling out. He was missing both of his legs now; his dad had to take care of him almost every second of the day. He didn’t call Bella either, because in his eyes, it was all her fault. I almost felt bad for the guy until I figured out how much guilt he placed on Bell’s shoulders. If she was gloomy and depressed before, it was nothing compared to how she was now. She never talked to anyone, she never went out anymore, her face grew thin and pale from I’m guessing) lack of sleep and food. Worst of all she continued not speaking to me with more determination and endeavor then ever before.
“Do you still think about her?”
“What?” I was thrown off by his bold question.
“I mean, do you still love her even though she never talks to you?” I wondered when I ever told Jasper I loved her.
“Who said I loved her?”
“Come on Edward! Even Dad and Mom know you’re crazy about that girl! It’s been a month and a half now don’t you think you should at least try to talk to her?” It was true, everyone knew I was head over heels. I’m sure they noticed the anxious jitters I got when ever she walked by or came over with Rose and Alice. Though she never gave me more than a glance, I loved her still. And I guess I’m a little guilty of over reacting when she went to the hospital to see Jacob. Maybe she thinks I’m angry with her and that’s why she doesn’t talk to me.
“Just talk to her, dude! It’s just a matter of time before you miss your chance.” Jasper gave me a hopeful smile as we pulled into the Swan’s driveway; it was September 13th, the triplet’s birthday.
“Aaaaaah! A Tiffany’s bracelet!” Alice screeched at the top of her lungs. Rosalie pouted and punched Emmett’s shoulder. Jasper was supposedly better at getting presents then Emmett who got Rosalie a trip for two to Italy. I just thought Rose was an ungrateful idiot who never thanked anybody for anything. If she knew how indescribably lucky she was to have someone who honestly, unconditionally loved her.
“Where’s Bella?” I whispered to Alice after a game of chess.
“She’s up stairs throwing up her insides. She thinks she’s got the stomach flu.” My brow furrowed and for a second but no longer then half a heart beat, I thought of the possibilities. Alice noticed my face and rolled her eyes.
“That’s what Rosalie thinks too but I highly doubt it. Did you use protection?” My stomach dropped and I traced back every second of the night.
“No we didn’t.”
“Well maybe Rose is right then.” Alice shrugged her shoulders and seemed to forger about the conversation but I needed more.
“What would Charlie do?”
“Oh he’ll probably kill you.” I chuckled and then frowned when she looked at me with a serious demeanor of realism.
“Ugh okay then…Do you think I should go talk to her?” Alice looked at me with eyes wide and then snorted.
“Ha! If she is pregnant you’re the last person she’d want to talk to.” I frowned and looked up at the stair case. Without saying another word, I got up, and marched upstairs.
I had never been upstairs in Bella’s house. It was an alien feeling knocking on the old wooden door with my bare knuckles. Did I knock to soft? Or to loud?
“Come in.” Her voice was week behind the door and I hesitated before I slid it open slowly. When I stepped into the small room I witnessed Bella hunched over holding a bucket. She saw me, reached for a shoe and chucked it at me with pitiful force.
“Get out!” She shouted belligerently.
“Bella, no! I came up here to make sure you were okay.”
“I don’t need your help Edward! I don’t need anything from you!”
“Alright. Alright.” I shut the door with more vigor then needed. Was that really necessary? I couldn’t help to be mad at her; she just made it so difficult. I suddenly got the urge to use the restroom and I searched dumbly around for the right room. After going through two wrong rooms I finally entered the bathroom. It smelled of vomit and antibiotics, something blue in the trashcan caught my eye and I bent over to get a better look at it without touching it.
That’s what read on the little blue handle sticking out of the trashcan so singularly. My eyes drooped into a blank expression and I stared at the dirty mirror over the sink. I lost of track of time in my panicked yet outlandishly exuberant thoughts. I heard loud footsteps treading on the hardwood floor and Bella charged in the dim bathroom belligerent. But I wouldn’t let her have this fight, before she yelled at me I turned to her with accusing eyes.
“You’re pregnant.” My stone cold face probably offended her but at that point I didn’t care, so many arguments went on in my head silently. How could she not tell me? (She hates you.) What am I going to do with a baby? (You can take care of it!) She hates you, she’ll never let you be a real father! (Maybe she doesn’t hate you as much as you think she does.) She hates you. (She loves you.) The tiny life growing inside of her seemed to pull me forward without mercy. She would probably slap me if I tried to touch her but I wouldn’t even feel it. Everything outside of me and my child was squished into a million pieces of unimportance. A small movement brought me back to reality-it was Bella’s hands over her face, she wept loudly. Rosalie walked in and gasped.
“I knew it!” She shrieked and covered her mouth. Jasper, Emmett and Alice all gathered around the now busy door. The small bathroom was no match for this many bodies hovering curiously.
“Get out! Everyone get out!” Rose and the rest of them escaped out of the door clumsily and I rocked back on my heels in a daze ready to exit too.
“You stay!” I froze and turned towards her a little scared and indisputably terrorized. Staring at her pale sunken face made me realize why she was so sick, why she was so distant and why she avoided me at all cost more then ever before. It hit me like a rock-no a boulder--in my clueless and dumbstruck head. When I finally conjured up enough sense to begin interrogating her without making a fool or asshole of myself I began slow and to the point.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked first.
“I didn’t know until today!” She responded looking apparently guilty and saddened.
“You could of least told me it was a possibility! I could’ve taken you to the doctor or wherever girls go for that!”
“I don’t want your help!” She half whimpered, half yelled. Her tone half pleaded for me to help her.
“I have a right to know!” I said through clenched teeth frustrated by the situation of me not knowing. I heard snickers through the door and flung it open. Everyone had their ears pressed against it in attempt to get the full scoop. I wouldn’t have them in our business.
“Leave!” I found my voice echoing through the hallway and faces looked up at me like a flock of deer in the headlights of an eighteen wheeler. They scurried away nervously and I slammed the door and tuned to Bella. She had an amazed look on her face and her lip twitched into a faint smile.
“Why are you smiling?”
“I’ve never seen you yell before it’s kind of funny.” She replied meekly. Her cheeks instantly turned a suppressed color her face was before it became pale and sickly. I smiled back apprehensively. Her eyes beamed and glistened in her already drying tears. She could have been a fallen angel, waiting to be saved. She was. I could’ve kissed her then if it wasn’t for her previous vomiting. Her face grew somber and mine frowned. The seriousness of the circumstances was starting to weigh us both down but it had lesser effect on me. I reached out almost instinctively to touch her flat belly, after a second she swatted it away and turned her face embarrassed. I saw one lonely tear trickle down her cheek and my heart sunk into a deep, dark hole.
“I hate you.” She mumbled.
“I love you.” I argued back.
“Don’t tell me that Edward,” She pleaded. “I don’t want to spare you anymore pity then needed.”
“I don’t want your pity…I just want your love.”
“Well impregnating me isn’t the best way of pursuing that!”
“Honey, I didn’t try to get you pregnant! Plus, it takes two to tango!” I blurted out.
“Yeah right! You wanted to take my virginity! So I wouldn’t put it past you to have wanted to get me pregnant!” She grunted crossly.
“What is that supposed to mean?” A tiny sensation of anger began to crawl up my throat, but I resisted talking, in fear of saying something irrevocably damaging to the situation. Instead, I dug my fingernails into my palms roughly and grimaced at the pain. I could tell what was going to happen next, she was about to break my heart all over again. First, sophomore year, a month and a half ago, and now in this smelly cramped bathroom while she’s carrying my unborn child.
“It means that you wanted to get me pregnant in hopes that I would fall in love with you in the process!” She spat back. Her chest heaved in and out trying not to cry. I buried my head in my hands and held back tears.
“That’s not…” I started but she began to talk over powering my voice.
“and I don’t know how its working.” My head snapped up and questioning weather I had just imagined her words, I looked at her for answers I could not find in her eyes. She took an apprehensive step towards me and grabbed my hand placing it on her stomach and smiling through watery eyes.
“I hate you because I love you.” She finally admitted. Her lips trembled and she collapsed in my arms, I felt so at peace there in that moment I couldn’t help but let a few tears role freely down my face. The boulder- the one that hit me earlier now fell off my heavy shoulders and released me from my hidden pain. After everything…everything I had to go through to get her, I could hold her like this.
- Not so perfect.
- Impossible love.
- All comes crashing down.
- Disappointing moments.
- What is this?
- So right.
- So Wrong.
- Good news on top of good news.
- Final conclusions about love and life.
- Abel and November
- She waved goodbye.
- With out him.
- Getting Better is hard to do.
- Could this be my happy ending?
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