Mute girl

Chapter two

I do NOT own any of the Twilight franchise (unfortunately...) it all belongs to Stephanie Meyer and I'm just bending the plot a little bit (or a big bit).

Bella's PoV:

I gulped down the faint taste of blood in my mouth as I handed the letter to Edward. I knew that he would hate me after this particular note and I felt the all too familiar sensation of sick rising up my throat. I glanced at Edward just as his eyes reached the end of the paper and mouthed a very quick 'sorry' before glancing away. He looked confused, sad and kinda like part of him had been ripped away from the rest; his brow was slightly furrowed as he bent over the paper and started to scribble his own note.

I fidgeted nervously in my seat, tapping my pen and shaking my knees in worry. This was not part of my plan; I thought he'd accept it sooner, he had always wanted me to stay away from him and I'm not exactly worth fighting for - he can probably get a much better girlfriend than me.

He passed the note back to me, with extra writing on the back where he couldn't fit it all in.

"Bella,

I don't understand. If you wanted to stay away from me after James I wouldn't blame you, but Alice and the rest as well? I know there's something you're not telling me - literally, I haven't seen you talk for at least two months. Please trust me, I only want you to be happy - it's making all of us miserable to see you like this.

Love forever,
Edward X."

I sighed - how could I answer that? I bit my lip in concentration as I rummaged through my bag for another sheet of paper and a new pen (my other one had run out). Taking in a deep breathe I begun to write again.

"Dear Edward,

I'm so sorry for this, all of this, but I have to end it now before it gets worse. I know I can tell you anything, but sometimes it really would be worse if I told you. Just know that I am safe and I love you always.

Love from,
Bella. XXX"

I gave him the letter without looking at him, glancing up at the clock instead. We had just two minutes left of the lesson;enough time for him to read my note but not enough to reply. I gathered my stuff together and tapped my foot impatiently just before the bell rang. I sprang up from the table - even faster than Edward - and hurried on to my next lesson.

The rest of the day past in a boring, painful blur of other people living their lives happily without interference. I drove home by myself, needing time to think. I parked just outside the house and took a deep breathe before getting out the car and unlocking the door.

"Bella!!!" Came the guttural cry of my Father, Charlie, as I stepped inside the house...