New Cullen

Chapter 9

Paul POV

Her big eyes stared at the fireplace. Her head was laying on my lap, her feet draped over the side of the couch.

She rubbed her arms under the thick blanket she was under. Her frail body shivered in my arms. I hugged her closer, if possible, to radiate my body temp to hers.

It had been a week since we had sex, the best night of my entire life. But something happened, she had gotten sick. Her stomach is stained a blue and purple canvas, and she can't hold down any type of food. Not even blood.

"Sophia," Rosalie entered the room, a bag held tight in her hand, "Come here baby,"

She sat up, and with my help she stood. Her shirt covered her, she hated when I looked at her body. Its so skinny and bruised, and it was my fault.

She looked at me one more time, before her body trembled. She bent over, her knees hitting the hardwood floor. She crawled for the bucket, her vomit flew into the can.

I held her quivering body, whispering soothing words into her hair.

When she finished, she sighed and looked up. Her eyes were tearing up, and at last she let her body sob.

"Please make it stop," she cried out to no one in particular, "It hurts."

She seemed to be begging someone, anyone. It broke my heart, she deserved to not be writhing in pain. Begging for a break on her aching stomach and constant cold.

I was angry then, because I was a monster. Id slept with her, I knew the risks. But I was selfish, when I shouldn't have been.

I was the reason she was so sick she can't do anything. And it made me even angrier that I couldn't help.

My body connected to my thoughts, I started shaking and I knew I needed to get out.

"Sorry," I broke out through clenched teeth as I flew past Rosalie.

I ran outside, phasing. Everyone must have been together, I heard then all conversing.

I wouldn't know what was happening. I'd put all my time and attention onto her. I couldn't even regret it. I missed several parties, bonfires, I'd missed dinners at Emily and Sams. I'd missed my friends. But I couldn't regret it. I dug myself into a problem and it was my responsibility to climb my way out.

Sophia needed me more than they needed me. She loved me, I knew this for sure and sometimes I couldn't tell with the pack. Their words sometimes stung, and they wonder why I built this wall around me.

Everyone was saying something to me, but I ran. I ran until I couldn't anymore, and I was just sobbing at se random tree in the middle of no where. I didn't know where I was, but it didn't matter.

I felt like an asshole, leaving her like that. But it was for her safety, id
worked myself up to that point where she wasn't safe.

I thought about leaving her, I caused so much trouble for her. But I couldn't leave now. She needed me.

Nothing made sense. My life was hell before I met her. After I met beautiful Sophia life seemed to be perfect. But of course every action comes with a consequence, good or bad. In this case, something unbelievably wonderful for something that's tearing me to pieces.

I'm crying at some random tree because I love a girl so much even I can't adjust to it. I'm crying because I did something horrible to her.

Even though I'd done so many horrible things before this one hit me. I loved her so much, I can't even picture my life without her.

I'd grown to attached to her. If you told me a year ago, that id be crying at some random tree because I hurt a girl I'd tell you to go fuck yourself.

I didn't picture this happening, and I'm sure as hell no one else did either.