Goodbye For Now (Twilight Fan Fic)

Danger

Tristan's POV

Mary and I sit in silence after Edward leaves. Sometimes we catch ourselves staring at the Cullens, and they stare back.

We all hate them for what they did to Edward. He told us all about them, Alice the freak, Rosalie the narcissist, Jasper the battle crazed weirdo and Emmett the abusive one.

And then Carlisle and Esme, the good ones.

Okay, maybe he didn't exactly word it like that, but that's how we see it.

My power is sensing when someone is in danger. The better I know them the further away I can sense it. No matter how far away they were, I would still be able to sense my family, including Edward.

I've been concentrating on him ever since he left with Emmett. No matter what my brother thinks I don't trust the Cullens.

I hate them.

Suddenly my vision turns red, and I feel the tingly feeling shooting up my arms and legs.

Dear God no...

"Edward's in danger!" I exclaim, and luckily no humans hear. Mary and I are out of our seats so fast that they knock into each other and fall with a clatter onto the linoleum. The Cullens hear though, and follow us.

We race outside to find Edward lying on the tarmac. His hand is cracked, and under his splayed fingers I can see the whole right side of his face is close to shattered, almost falling apart.

Without thinking I run up to Emmett and bite down on his neck, hard. The blonde bitch, his mate, screeches behind me, her cries mixing with his in the cold air. I feel a pair of arms pull me off Emmett and throw me onto the tarmac close to Edward. Looking up I find Jasper standing over me.

"Don't worry," He says calmly. "You help your brother; we'll deal with ours."

He snarls at the end and proceeds to wrestle Emmett into the shiny Volvo across the lot. The girls get in the back and they drive away.

I look over at Edward. The right side of his face has been hurt so badly it will take a few days to heal, but his hand is already healing. Mary has rolled the legs of his jeans up to uncover cracks running up his legs, and his left leg has been completely torn off.

"Dear God, Edward," Mary whispers. "Why didn't you fight back?"

"Didn' want 'o 'urt 'im," He groans quietly.

I look around and curse the fact we walk to school everyday. "Come on, Mary. We have to move him before anyone sees."

She nods, and I can see she is close to dry sobbing. We lift him gently and carry him into the forest, careful not to jolt him. He groans sometimss when we move too fast, and even once cries out in pain. It makes us wince but we have to keep going.