Twilight: Betrayal

Chapter 6

A nightmare I never could have immagined unfolded before my very eyes. I knew every bit of it was real because my imagination never could have schemed up something as wrong as this was.

Alice smiled as she took tentative steps forward to the beat of the music. I was trembling with a feeling that I couldn't put a name to.

Where was Jasper? Surely he was going to have some sort of flashy entrance. Its Alice's wedding after all, so it only makes sense. This was just a terrible joke. But Jasper didn't show. Alice took to Edwards side, wrapping her arm around his and facing the priest.

For the first time, I saw him. Edwards face was completely neutral as he stared ahead, probably deep in thought. It was the only conclusion I could make about the look on his face. His eyes were dark with thirst and his unruly hair didn't look like it had been brushed in days.

The officiant spoke for several minutes but his voice was a quiet hum in the background. I was too focused on the groom.

Edward was only a quick flit away. I could be beside him before you could even say-

"I do." His voice uttered the words that destroyed me all over again.

My heart broke into a million pieces. The pain that I felt bolt through me was enough to bring me to my knees.

Soon after, it was Alice's turn. "I do" she exclaimed. She bounced in excitement. Those words dug a hole in my chest, the aching pain that filled it taunted me, throbbing in a way that seemed to say 'Did you miss me?'

Alice...My partner in crime, my best friend, my sister...Alice...

She stood on the tips of her toes and threw her arms around Edwards neck, pressing her lips to his. People clapped and cheered.

Emmett smiled politely with both hands shoved in his pockets. Esme cried happily into Carlisle shoulder while he rubbed his wife's back in comfort. His face was hidden in her hair.

And me? I'm still on my knees. I don't have the strength to get up. How can I go on? My Edward. She stole my Edward. How long had she been mooning over him?

Where the hell is Jasper? How could she do this to him? To me?

The kiss continued for a moment, and then two, and then six. Finally she let him go, looking bashful. Since when was Alice bashful?

Edward lifted her face with one long, slender finger beneath her chin. He looked so lost as he stared at her, puzzled. Without warning, his mouth set into a hard line and a dark look passed over him. He shut his eyes, breathing slowly, and when he opened them, his face was once again neutral.

Did he know I was there? Could he have sensed me somehow and was annoyed by my presence? I cringed back into a tree.

I wasn't in the right state of mind to process this. My thoughts kept returning to the kiss. And then I was enraged. I had to leave. I had to get far away before I did something I would regret.

So I ran. I didn't stop until I could no longer hear the festivities taking place behind me. I stopped beside a cliff to let out a roaring scream.

I screamed my anger and pain into the biter wind. I screamed for my shattered heart. I screamed in betrayal. I screamed for Edward.

I was on my knees again sobbing tear-less sobs. My shoulders hunched against the bitter wind. I fell to my side in torment. I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes once more. I lay there until twilight, wallowing in my own self pity. Deciding enough is enough, I dragged myself out of the dirt and snow.

Within the hour, I was back at my dinghy apartment. The Cullens were a mere three towns over. That's three towns to close.

I stood in the threshold, unsure of my next step. I entered the flat and closed the door behind me, heading to my room and face planted into the mattress. I wept brokenly into a pillow. I was reminded of my human life, when Edward decided to leave, but this time it felt so much worse. He left me for Alice.

Infuriated, I tore one of my expensive pillows to shreds and slid down onto the hardwood floor. I placed both hands over my face, massaging my palms into my eyes.

A still-shot of the kiss was permanently framed behind my lids.

My intuition told me one thing; I had to leave. Three towns isn't much distance to vampires. I had been on their hunting grounds. They wouldn't recognize my scent but they could follow it to make sure I wasn't a threat. I had to get out of here as fast as I could.

I started packing my things, only taking books and clothes. It all easily fit into one gym bag which seemed a little depressing. But what wasn't depressing these days?

I wrote a note to my landlord telling him I was leaving my furniture to the next tenant. I turned to leave when something caught my eye.

On the fridge was the note they had left me. I felt the heavy weight of rejection as I made my way to the letter, removing the round magnet and stuffing it into my motorcycle jacket. If they'd found this, they'd know I was still alive. I couldn't ever let that happen. 

I crammed my hair into the black, screen tinted helmet, as I locked my apartment door behind me. I took the keys and the note to my landlords office and slid them beneath his door.

Once outside, my nostrils flared as a familiar scent washed over me. Vampire. My head whipped around frantically and my jaw dropped. Rosalie stood in the exit to the garage, her amber eyes narrowed.

She was as beautiful as the last time I saw her, it took a hit on my self esteem to look at her. She wore very expensive jeans and a plain black shirt with a neckline that plunged to her naval. She was astounding as ever.

I closed my mouth slowly and threw my leg over my motorcycle.

"Who are you?" Her demanding words were all I could hear. It had been so long since I last heard her confident voice.

I didn't speak. The bike revved beneath me. To my disbelief she stepped out of my way to let me by. "Go away and stay far away." Her voice cut like a knife.

My muscles tensed and my lips lowered into a deep frown. "Don't worry, you'll never see me again." I fought the sorrow that clawed in my chest as I sped away.

Rosalie's glare didn't waver as I drove away. Did she know it was me? And if so, how could she? I focused on the road before me, not knowing where I was headed.

I merged onto the interstate and drove until I couldn't feel his presence any longer. He didn't love me. He never loved me. I was just his toy, his pet. But I wasn't going to let him in. Never again. She could have the bastard.

Vowing never to intentionally think of him or his family again, I took an exit that led to a new start. I never looked back.