The Bellice Collection

Silverlining

An: This one is loosely based off a movie I saw called silverling play book. You should check it out, it's pretty good.

Trigger warning, this story has mentions of a few mentally illnesses and these are not the best ways to deal with these situations. Talks of depression and anxiety and other heavier topics.

This is based off a movie.

                               Bella 

This was a bad idea. I shouldn't be here, I should be at home right now. Actually, home might be worse. Dad has been acting really weird lately. And I don't need that right now. I need to focus on getting Edward back. 

He couldn't have just disappeared. He's somewhere and I'm going to win him back. That's why I'm here, to find out more about Edward. 

So they won't tell me where Edward is, that's obvious. But they could possibly give him a letter. That's all I need. He needs to know I haven't given up on us. 

I need to be here tonight but this was definitely the wrong thing to wear. I promised dad I would wear the jersey but maybe I should have just bought a spare set of clothes. 

This is supposed to be a nice dinner. Which we can reschedule for another night. Bad idea. Horrible idea. 

I turned on my heels, pulling my keys out of my back pocket. They'll understand. 

“Woah woah woah, Bella don't leave!” Emmett exclaimed, yanking the front door open. Chasing after me. I yelped, realizing I had been caught. 

I ran faster, realizing in horror that Emmett wasn't stopping. He's got that look in his eyes. That same look he got on the field. 

I ran around my truck hoping that would slow him down. He's not as agile as he used to be. He was nearing 30 now, two kids changes a person. 

At least I hope it does. 

“Emmett! I thought we agreed to let her come in when she's ready!” Rosalie shouted, sticking her head out of the kitchen window. Emmett chased me around the truck.

“I tried, she was going to leave!” Emmett exclaimed, growling in frustration as I faked left. He tried to correct his mistake, turning to his right but his ankle seemed to give out on him. 

He tumbled to the ground and I stopped. Would I be a bad friend if I just left him there? 

I tightened my grip on my keys, sighing under my breath. Fuck. I leaned down to give him a helping hand when suddenly I was tackled to the ground. Not by Emmett, no Emmett would have been gentle. In his own way of course.

Nope, it was his wife. Because of course she would tackle me. 

“I got her!” Rosalie shouted and Emmett laughed through his pain. I grunted underneath Rosalie as she wrestled me down. 

“Good one babe! God I love you!” He shouted, pulling his wife off my back where her knee had been pressed against my fucking spine. 

“Thank you!” I shouted in relief when she finally got off of me. I can breathe now! 

I glared over at the happy couple, who still act like fucking newly weds despite having been married for almost ten years now. 

“I think I might need some ice on my ankle.” Emmett mumbled between the disgusting kissing noises. 

“You're fine. Just rub some dirt on it.” Rosalie says as she stands up. Not a single hair out of place. I wonder how many cans of hairspray she used.