Bella's Tumble Into Life

Chapter 4

I woke up again. This time the sky outside looks pitch back. I fee more centered. Then I remember. I am at Edward Cullen's house. He saved me from a house party. Before it...blew up, he pulled me away. I don't know how he knew. Did he watch them plant a fucking bomb from the window of his rich ass corporation and not call the fucking cops? Then, he chose to save a drunken idiot who was dancing manically. Why me?? Why not just call. Call the fucking cops, then no one would have died? He seemed so genuinely remorseful though. And thank god, Jessica is safe. Thank fucking god. My mind feels like it's about to explode. What the fuck is Edward Cullen's deal? Why don't I try to escape? What does he want from me? Why do I trust this strange, older man?!

I suddenly hear voices. The first voice is not Edward's voice. How the fuck am I already able to recognize his voice?!

"You're a lunatic!" The non-Edward voice says. It's gruff and manly. And filled with rage. "Dad would fucking kill you, brother."

"I'm in charge!" Edward replied. His voice doesn't sound gentle right now or comforting like it was with me. It's seething with anger. It sounds lethal. Scarier than the first man. Objectively speaking. He doesn't sound scary to me though. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Not if you're dead! You've gone fucking mad. You should have killed her."

Killed her? Killed her??!! Killed her??!!!! He means me. I feel in it in my gut. The man talking to Edward thinks I should be fucking dead.

Then I hear a gunshot.

I scream.

Then everything goes black.

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"Wake up. Please" I heard someone plead.

Edward.

I shot up. "Someone thinks I should be dead." I need answers.

His memorizing green eyes filled with relief. Then confusion. Then understanding.

"I won't let anyone hurt you beautiful"

"Who are you?"

"A Lawyer."

"What do you want from me? Why did you save me? How did you even KNOW YOU WERE SAVING ME???!!!"

"Isabella" he cooed "Breathe. Please don't faint again. Please."

I screamed. He held me tightly. He rocked me in his arms. My screams came to a halt.

"How old are you?" I whispered.

"Twenty-eight...how old are you?"

"Um I'm...eighteen."

His eyes filled with pain. It looked like I actually punched this scary, strong man in the gut. Like I caused him physical pain.

"What's the matter...Edward?" I quivered.

He held onto me tighter. "Nothing, beautiful." He smiled weakly. "I'm going to take you back to Juilliard where you belong." He bent his head in the crook of my shoulder. "You're going to forget about me. Classes start in three days." He inhaled the scent of my hair like he was soaking me in. "You're going to become a ballet dancer" He put his lips on my neck. "You're going to forget about me." But then he placed a gentle kiss on my neck. I swear I heard his voice crack in agony.

I was intoxicated by his touch. It lit me on fire and sent tingles through my body. I should be wondering how he knew so much about me. I should be wondering about the fucking gunshot. But all I could wonder now was why his words and his actions completely contradicted each other. Why was this god so sad?

I innately held on to him tighter.

And then he completely let go of me.

"Let's get you home" he said emotionlessly.

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The ride back to my residence was uneventful. I didn't ask anymore questions. I knew he wouldn't answer them. I didn't even say anything after he dropped me off. I didn't thank him. But I had a feeling he didn't want me to. He looked lost in his own thoughts the whole time.

I think I'll just forget about him.

I guess classes start in three days. I slept for like a day straight! I don't have a headache or nausea anymore at least. I walked into the residence building. Feeling ridiculous wearing a skimpy red dress. I ran into my bedroom once I unlocked the door. It looked so..untouched. Just the way I left it. I looked in the mirror. God. Makeup was smeared all over my face. I feel gross and smelly. I went a took in a shower. The communal bathroom was empty...I suppose it is...what time is it? I changed into a big oversized comfy sweater and sweatpants. I brushed my hair and left it down. Too many knots got stuck in it but now it's all clean. I charged my phone. When it turned back on, I saw that it is 3:36AM. And I saw 30 missed calls.

Jessica...and Charlie.

I called Jessica. Her last call was five minutes ago so I don't think I'll wake her up. And honestly I'm not in the mood to talk to Charlie.

"Bella! Where the fuck are you?" She screeched into my ears.

"Jess. I'm sorry. My phone died. I went to sleep for a day. I'm in my bedroom now. Where are you?"

"Oh thank god you're okay, baby Bella!" Jess sighed. "I went back there but...I haven't been ble to do anything but cry since..."

"Yeah"

"I'm at Henry's house still. I'm staying with him. And a lot of the other people who were there. You maybe should come Bells, it's like a big support group. It's hard right now."

"Um...I don't know. I feel okay."

"What guy were you even with?"

I'm forgetting about that.

"Oh I don't know his name, Jess. Just kinda thanked him for saving my life and left. Just like a Good Samaritan guy. Nothing happened"

"Um..." she didn't buy it but she also didn't ask any questions. "Okay. Well,uh, I'll text you Henry's address, you should come by...sometime.

"Yeah, maybe" I sighed.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I'm sorry, you shouldn't have had to experience this..."

"It's not your fault, Jessica!"

"You wouldn't have been there if I hadn't..."

"No. Stop. Jessica, I had fun until the...incident. We're okay"

"We're okay?"

"Yeah"

I reassured her some more and we had a good girl talk. A heartfelt discussion. She really feels like my best friend now. After we said our goodbyes, it was 7:08AM. I looked online to check my class schedule. I pre intend it out. Such a busy schedule! Like six hours of classes everyday but Fridays are totally off. I should find the buildings before classes start. Don't want to get lost and be late on my first day!