We Three Witches (Twilight)

When La Push Comes to La Shove (Part 1)

Content warnings: alcohol, binge-drinking, angst

Bella's POV

March 11th, 2003

I slammed my door shut as multiple emotions swirled through me like a raging hurricane. My hands shook violently as I attempted to prevent my magic from bursting out of me. I was angry. No, I was furious.

How could they?

I had never trusted people—always believing them fickle. But I'd thought my sisters were the exception to people. I believed they could be trusted without question.

It's all those damned Cullens fault. Idropped to my knees to yank at the loose floorboard under my bed. Before them, my sisters would never have lied to me! Never schemed behind my back! Never betrayed me like this.

Blindly I reached for one of the multiple bottles of alcohol I had stashed there in case of emergencies. I didn't drink often—it fucked with my magic far too much—but today it was more than necessary.

Desperate to be numb to the world, I uncorked the top and took a swig, utterly uncaring of what the drink was.

Vodka, my brain supplied helpfully after a few swigs.

But before I could drown my problems by drinking myself into liver failure I heard the front door open and close, and my heart broke all over again.

No. My chest ached and I couldn't breathe. They wouldn't.

They were. One look out my window confirmed it. My sister—just Alice—was rushing into the forest after her little boy-toy. I knew Rosalie couldn't be far behind. A lump formed in my throat as I gritted my teeth against the tears threatening to fall.

"Well at least I know where you stand," I choked out.

My words were absorbed by the stark silence of the house. It was a sound I should have gotten used to by now. Really I should have seen this coming. They had made their choice abundantly clear weeks ago.

I had always thought that if it came down to a choice between us and other people, my sisters would always choose me, us, over everyone else. Us against the world. But apparently I was wrong. Given the choice between me and the boys, they chose the boys. They always chose the boys.

"You know, I'd always known birds were supposed to leave the nest," I snorted hysterically before a sob wrenched itself out my throat as I felt my little birds fly away. "I just didn't know they'd stab you in the back and tear your heart out on their way out the door!" I yelled into the empty room.

As if a switch had been flipped I suddenly knew, with absolute certainty, I couldn't stay here. Not in this house of betrayal. Going to take another swig from the bottle, I blinked at it in surprise when not even a drop came out. When did I drink it all?

I shook my head as I threw the now empty bottle on my bed. That doesn't matter. I'll just grab more. I grabbed another two bottles from under my bed and charmed them to stay full. Now if I finished a bottle, its contents would be replaced with one of the dozens of other bottles I had stashed around the house. A month's supply at the very least.

I'll have to buy more tomorrow.

I moved to my dresser as I uncorked the new bottle and took a swig before I set it down and began opening all my drawers. Summoning a duffle bag from my closet I used a quick and easy spell to make it pack itself. As random clothes began flying into the bag, I added my second bottle—tequila this time—to the bag and went back to my drinking. I smiled in satisfaction as I emptied yet another bottle and watched as this one refilled itself.