Selfish

Chapter 25

Edward P.O.V

Still two hours later after Bella ran out of the house, my family sat in the living room talking about our situation. Rosalie wants to kill Bella, the rest just want a reasonable explanation for what she did. I wanted her to come back because I know she isn't a bad person, she's just a very impulsive girl that makes the wrong choices.

Bella made very wrong choices but she has the chance to redeem them. She's young, she's beautiful, she has this lifetime left to make up for those mistakes and with me. I will forgive her, I will still want to be with her but that will be with conditions. One: she has to apologize and make up for her actions; two: no more lies; three: no running away and four: no more James or Elizabeth.

Perhaps we could talk to her father, convince him to leave her here or live here with her. I know that's probably impossible but knowing how much Bella doesn't want to leave with him, she'll take her first chance to run away from him. I can't have that. I have to talk to her.

"Edward, you haven't said a thing since she left," Dad said.

"What can he say? He's probably thinking of excuses for Bella's actions," Rosalie snapped.

"I'm not."

"Edward, how are you feeling?" Mom asked with concern.

"Are we in a fucking therapy session? I'm not fine, Mom, she left. She left and there's a possibility she won't come back."

"That's for the better," Rosalie said. "All of this would have never happened if she never came here in the first place."

"Shut the fuck up, Rosalie!" I stand up. Dad and Emmett stand up and pull me back. "This would have never happened if you hadn't pushed her to her limit."

"Edward," Emmett snapped.

I push him back. "You know that's right."

"Can't you see it!" Rosalie stood up. "She manipulated you. She bewitched you all this time so when this happened, you could turn you back on your family and go after her. This is what she wants!"

"This is not what she wants!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

The door suddenly flew open, causing everyone to jump to their feet. Jacob was shoved inside until he fell on his knees. He looks up at us with anger in his eyes as he's pulled up by a man wearing a black suit. Another one walks in right behind him, they both are wearing dark glasses and have shaved heads.

Before anyone could say anything, another man walks in the room. This man is tall, wearing a white shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. He walks in with a smile and open arms, he looks very pleased with himself.

"Family," he said with an obvious British accent. "Hello there. I'm Charlie Swan and I'm here to collect my daughter." He looks around the room. "Where is she?"

"She's not here," I answer.

He nodded and looked around. He stepped fully in and one of his gorillas closed the door behind him. Jacob was thrown toward Carlisle, who caught him and helped him up. They beat him up, why? I glare at the man who looked around our home and stopped right at the center of the room. All three of them took a gun out and pointed them at us. My mother cried out.

"Sir, if you're here to collect your daughter, the protocol-"

"I don't follow the damn protocol," Mr. Swan interrupted my father. "I'm here to collect my daughter and from the looks of it, she's not here. So, meanwhile as we wait for her to come back, let's have a little chat. Sit down," he ordered.

We all sit down. He smiles and sits on my piano stool with his hand in hand. "Well, isn't this nice, the whole family gathered together. I have to say I'm glad my baby girl was taken care of but well, you don't know how to handle a girl like her. Be glad that I'm here to take her."