Twilight: Betrayal

Chapter 15

For the next three days, I was held hostage in what I had once thought of as my home. By the third day, I had given up. They whisked me away, back to Alaska. Everything was a blur during the upcoming years. I gave up trying to survive. Alice would drag me out to feed every week and I would let her.

Soon she began to show signs of romantic feelings for me but I didn't care. Soon she divorced Jasper but I didn't care. Soon she announced our engagement but I didn't care. I was under her thumb but I didn't care. Nothing mattered without her.

When Alice was gone on a shopping trip or away planning the wedding, Rosalie would shout at me but I didn't listen. She'd gesture toward Jasper, screaming words at me, but I couldn't hear them. Once or twice she had hit me in the face, trying to get my attention. I didn't move or flinch. Esme one day had to pull her off of me and for a moment I heard her words but they made no sense to my ears.

"Let him be, Rosalie. Cant you see he's not his self? He's just lost." The desperation in her tone is what had brought me back to the surface.

"Lost? He's ruining Jasper's life!" She turned back to me. "Why are you doing this to him? Why wont you answer me? What about Bella?"

I lunged, grabbing a fistful of Rosalie's blonde hair and pinning her to the wall. I bared my teeth and shouted in her face. "Don't you EVER say her name." Her eyes widened in fear. Before I could feel guilty for my actions, I was being thrown backward by Emmett. I hit the wall hard and landed on my side. I didn't have the energy to get up. He was beside me in a matter of seconds, picking me up by the front of my shirt and reeling his arm back, ready to strike me.

"Enough." Carlisle's demanding voice sounded through the room. Emmett gave me one last disgusted look and dropped me. I fell to my knees. "Rosalie, perhaps you and Emmett could use a little fresh air."

Rosalie nodded with one hand clutching her throat as she grabbed Emmett's toned arm and tried to pull him away. He shook her off and pointed a finger at me "If you ever touch my wife again, I'll rip your goddamn arm off. I know you're fucked up in the head right now, but when you come out of this, you're going to regret everything you've done. You'll be lucky if we're still here for you then." Esme didn't bother to scold Emmett for his vulgar language.

Whatever energy I had before, vanished. Jasper stayed in the corner, watching with a smirk on his face. You know it's just a bluff. He shook his head. I'm no mind reader, but I know there's something wrong with you right now. You aren't yourself. I don't know if you can even hear me right now, but I want you to know that I may never be able to forgive you for this. He walked off with Rose and Emmett and I stayed on my knees, running my thumb over the folded photo that I had stored in my coat pocket. Our photo.

Days were a blur and Rosalie had stopped screaming at me. I missed the screaming. It had kept me somewhat aware of what I was doing. I resurfaced weeks later while I stood in a black suit at the end of a long white aisle. Alice walked toward me, pacing her steps to the music. Her face was alight with happiness. Emmett stood beside me, still as death. I looked at him but he continued to stare at the ground. You're an idiot, Eddy. She doesn't love you.

I frowned in confusion and disappeared again. When I awoke, I was lying on a bed. I sat up as Alice sauntered into the room in white lacy lingerie. She looked down and twiddled her thumbs nervously, which was unlike her. I shook my head. "No."

Her head tilted. "What?"

"No."

"Edward-"

"No, Alice."

She sighed, looking hurt. Okay, I see it's too soon. I'll.. give you your space I guess. She left slowly and I fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.