That first week
That first week Edward left Bella was kept a dark secret, stuffed in a box and shoved into the corner of an attic, never to be thought of again. Here is my version...
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3. Day Three: My Poor Baby Bells.
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My poor Baby Bells. I felt so bad. How could I let this happen! I should have gotten in touch with Dr. Cullen before he left. I shouldn't have let them get too deep. I should have made Edward--EDWARD. I never liked that boy. Now I know why.
I jumped as the telephone rang. "I got it!" someone shouted.
What is wrong with me?! Here I am, a grown man, about to have a breakdown at work, because his daughter's boyfriend moved away. Get a hold of yourself Swan! Your the CHIEF-OF-POLICE. The town is depending on you to hold it together. If you can hold yourself together.
These emotions are too much to handle. Imagine how Bella must feel.
Bella. The guilt that hit me was like a tidal wave. I'm worried about my emotions and having a breakdown when Bella's the one who got her heart broken. I never should have left the house. That's it. I'm going home.
"I think I'm gonna head home. You guys gonna be alright here?"
"Hello? This is FORKS, WASHINGTON. We'll be fine. Go home to your daughter. I'm sure she needs you."
And there's the guilt again. "Alright. See you guys tomorrow." I chuckled nervously.
I jogged over to my car through the light rain. Once in my car, I turned the lights on the cruiser and sped home. Ahhh...one of the things I love about being the chief of police.
Within 5 minutes I was home, unlocking the door to the front house."Hello? Bells...you here?" Of course shes here said the back of my mind.
I hung up my gun belt and kicked off my shoes. Slowly hiking up the stairs, my mind began to wander. How was she? Is she as bad as yesterday? Worse? Better? Please be better.
"Bells?"I asked, cracking the door open."You awake?"
The site before me broke my heart all over again. She was in fetal position on her bed. That same dead look in her eyes that haunted me since I first saw her was there. A shiver ran down my spine as the unwanted memory ran through my mind.
I walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. No response. My mind kicked into to Chief of Police mode.
"Bella?" She flinched. Just the smallest movement of her eyes.
"Bella? Can you hear me? Nod if you can." Nothing.
"Bella. Can you speak?"
"Bells. Baby, please talk to me. I can't take it any more." Not a word, a blink, a twitch. She sat there, staring at the walls behind me, unseeing.
With a heavy sigh, I lugged my self off the bed and into my room. I was exhausted. Today was harsh. Bells was no better than before. If not worse. Now she didn't even see me. She was totally unresponsive. It was like she had retreated into her mind.
My poor baby. I can't just sit back and wait for her to get better. I already did that yesterday. Yeah, 'wishful thinking' works alright. She can't be like this forever, can she?
I was not going to let this happen. I was going to call Renee. Tomorrow I was going to call Renee and demand she come out here to help Bella. No doubt it would take a couple of days, but if she was not better by then, it kills me to say this, but she might have to go live with her mother. Get away from Forks. Away from him.
With this logic in my head, I shrunk into bed, anticipating what I would have to do tomorrow, and the decisions I would have to make in the days to come.
Movement. I felt movement. I was on my bed. I don't know how I got there, but I was there. I don't even know how I noticed I got there, but I did.
Sound. There was definitely sound. My name. Someone calling my name. It brought back memories of the forest floor...the calling....the emptiness of Edward not beside me. I couldn't help the flinch I knew I must have made as him name brought yet another wave of torture to me.
Feelings. Agony. Torture. I could feel pain. Like the numbness was gone. I hated it. With the numbness, it was like a dream. No, a nightmare. Now I know its real. Please don't let it be real. Please. Please.