Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
I was asleep for two days before I woke up and in those two days three things happened.
Bella was reported missing just hours after Paul found me. Charlie had set up a search party and Billy had sent Sam and Jared out to look for her. Thankfully Sam was able to track her down. He found her in the woods beside her house sleeping on the forest floor like a crazy person.
I tried calling her as soon as I woke up, wanting to check in with her and let her know what was going on with me, but she didn't answer. Charlie says she's fallen into a bit of a depression since Edward left.
That was the second thing. The Cullen's skipped town, not leaving a single trace of them having been here. Paul went over shortly after I woke up, searching for Emmett to give him a 'piece of his mind', but there wasn't any trace of them. It was like they were never there. I tried to not let that bother me.
Sue Clearwater figured out what's wrong with me (probably). She came to the conclusion that I was probably sick due to my mate bond with Emmett being broken. Apparently for vampires a broken mate bond is agonizing and leaves them with a permanent crack in their chest, it's something they can survive but it's painful.
Her assumption is that my human body can't handle the broken bond and it's trying to acclimate the best it can but who know if or how long that will take.
I asked her and my dad not to tell Paul about the bond between Emmett and I, or how him breaking it caused my pain. For some reason part of me still wanted to protect Emmett, or protect what we had at the very least. Sue and dad weren't happy about my request but obeyed on the condition that I tell Paul eventually. I told them I'd say something as soon as I was healed.
Thankfully being around Paul seemed to dull the pain, if only slightly. I assume that's due to our close relationship and his supernatural warmth. Unfortunately Paul couldn't be around me 24/7, at least not permanently. For right now he seemed content to never leave my bedside, brooding and worried.
Paul had ended up moving a recliner into my room, my vanity chair not being very comfortable. It left the space crowded, but I really didn't mind. Paul was a nice distraction from everything else... I worried that the moment he had to leave I'd break in two.
"Are you gonna tell me what happened now?" Paul asked, his gruff voice breaking me out of my train of thought.
I shifted in bed, not bothering to question how he knew I hadn't been sleeping. I'm sure it had something to do with his supernatural hearing. The moonlight was the only source of light in the room, but we'd been sitting in the dark for long enough that my eyes were adjusted.
I could make out that Paul was sitting in the recliner, his body tense and worried like it always was now. I hated seeing everyone so worked up over me. I let out a slow breath, not wanting to get into it all. I didn't want to admit what had happened that day, I didn't want to accept it.
