A steamy swirl circled swiftly through my head, like dementors in Harry Potter. Except, unlike Potter, I couldn't see anything but slow... big... black.... dementors....
Jess' POV:
I ran to find Bella. It wasn't difficult, I just followed the screaming. I tossed Bella's writhing body on my back and started hiking back, somehow managing to call 911 while walking. Shh, shh. I muttered to Bella boo. An ambulance is on the way. I stopped hiking and started flat out running. I used my nerves as fuel, and trust me, I had plenty.
I burst through the door to see Harry and that bitch sitting on the couch.
"Move," I barked through gritted teeth. Harry jumped and got up. Vanessa just sat there, daring me to do something about it.
"I don't need to listen to you," she said in a fake, sugary voice with a fake, barbie laugh. If it was any other time, I would've beaten the shit out of her. But since Bella was still shaking on my back, I gave her one more chance.
"Listen, bitch. Move you fake, barbie ass off MY couch before I-"
"Before you what?" Fake giggle. Ugh. Had I had my meds today? No matter. I didn't care. Placing Bella on the ground I dove at Vanessa, punching her, kicking her, beating her up. She was swatting at me weakly, and it was quite pathetic to watch AND to feel.
I picked her up from a crumpled heap on the ground by her hair, managing to spit out a few choice words before dropping her and kicking her. Scooping up Bella from the ground, I gently placed her on the couch, stroking her forehead lovingly. We were sisters, and stronger than blood. Another hand snaked out from behind me to touch her.
I hissed and turned around. It was Harry. I was so angry, I wanted to set him on fire, burn him to the ground, bring him back to life, do some Greek medieval torture, and then repeat. I took a step towards him as he took a step back.
"This," I gestured to Bella. "Is all YOUR fault. You are not allowed to touch her. Understand? Now BACK AWAY." I growled, glaring at him. Harry looked at me, pleading with me with his eyes.
"Please, babe?" He pleaded. I snorted, but I was so angry it came out sounded like the last breath of a mangled and dying cat.
"I thought I made myself pretty clear." I stated menacingly. "WHAT did I SAY?" I questioned accusingly.
Harry gulped. "You said I couldn't touch her..." Harry mumbled.
"What?" I asked with a smirk.
"You said I couldn't touch her." Harry said louder, looking like it was killing him to say that.
"Good boy."
Vanessa chose then to hobble over to Harry, wrapping her arms around him while glaring at me.
"Baby, who is this ugly bitch?" She whined, pointing at me. I flipped her off, still not taking my eyes of Harry. I looked at Harry.
"What, Bella "rejects"", I put air quotes around rejects "You, so you go off with the next slut you find?" I snorted and walked over to Niall, who pulled me onto his lap. I couldn't help but giggle and squirm on his lap when he started kissing my neck.
"See, you don't need your meds, you have me, princess," He said, pulling me into a hug. Awww! I reached up and gave him a short, almost happy kiss.
Can kisses be happy? I guess they can.
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"Bella has a brain tumor." Were the words out of my mouth when I came back from her hospital room. I was a mess, shaking, crying. I couldn't say anything else, my lips were numb with shock. I'm pretty sure I was really pale, too. Everyone turned to stare at me. I fell to my knees, not being able to stand anymore.
A few minutes later, we had all (more or less) gathered ourselves, and a doctor walked in.
"So, I have good news and bad news. What do you want to hear first?" We all stared at him dumbly before he just went on. "Good news; we've discovered the problem and can fix it. Bad news:"
OOOH! CLIFFIE! haha
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The Boy Next Door
FanfictionOnce upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Bella. She moved to the UK, next door to a superstar. And they lived happily ever after. Right? Wrong.