Trouble : Twilight (Edward Cullen x Bella Swan.)

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A rush of brisk, cold air sent my hair messily across my face. I pushed it away hastily, accidentally smearing the warm blood from my palms across my cheek.

Once again, I was helpless. I couldn't stand up for the one I loved back then, and I still couldn't now. The fire that would ignite in my mother's chest was absent from mine- the ability was non existent.

I was still the same weak little girl I used to be.

"Don't hurt him!" I shouted again, tears rolling down my cheeks. I knew my efforts would be useless, the gun was stronger than either of us. The one who holds the gun holds the power, but Edward couldn't seem to grasp that. He was playing hero again, jumping in front of a bullet, protecting me because I could not protect myself. Only this time he wouldn't make it out alive.

Neither of us would.

There was a glint in the criminals eye- one that was gleeful in a sick, twisted sense. He enjoyed my desperate, shaky pleading. I wasn't afraid of dying. Death was a natural part of life and it came just as everything else did- graduation, collage, falling asleep and waking up every day. I was afraid of the guilt I felt knowing Edward was throwing his life away for me. 

The criminal cocked the hand gun, disregarding my pleading. It was hopeless and we both knew it. I looked up at Edward. His eyes were planted on the gun. His expression was unreadable but I could tell he was thinking hard for any way to get me out of this. He didn't care for his own brilliant life the way he cared for mine. He was stupid.

I wasn't worth it.

"Bella, get up and run." Edward demanded as our eyes met. His instructions were clear as day, he wanted me to at least try and escape, but I still couldn't move. I couldn't leave him, not after everything we'd been through together. We were supose to have a future together, not die in a dingy Alleyway in Port Angeles. "Bella, you have to listen to me, get up and run. Go back to the Paper Back and call Charlie."

"I'm not leaving you, Edward." I shook my head, refusing to follow his request. I couldn't leave him to die. I couldn't let him waste himself for me, especially when I'd walked out on him only ten minutes ago angry. "You're not sacrificing yourself for me, I couldn't live with that guilt."

"If you don't leave he'll kill both of us, Bella. I can hold him off, please, just let me do this for you." Edward begged, and I gave him my most stubborn look. The criminal laughed, amused at the idea of Edward being able to fight off his bullets. He couldn't- he was just as human as the rest of us.

I forced myself off the ground, paying no attention to my dirty, scraped up palms. The gun pointed towards me but it didn't shoot- not yet at least. I knew edwards only wish was for me to try and escape, and he would die happy, but I couldn't believe that.I was by Edwards side in seconds, and I looked up at him with big sorrowful eyes. They seemed to deliver my thoughts successfully because Edwards eyes saddened as he realized there was no way I would leave him.

His arms enclosed around me and I clung to him, not ever wanting to let go. We didn't have much time. He pulled back from our hug and cupped my cheeks in his hand, his gentle brown eyes gazing into my soul, begging me to leave. His warm fingers traced my cheeks and wiped away the tears that had started to fall.

"Bella. Go." Edward murmured again as he pulled me back to his chest. I could hear his heart beating as he ran a hand through my hair. He sounded desperate, like there was nothing more important than my safety. Not even his own. His voice sounded like he knew he was about to die. It was like he had accepted it, and that broke my heart.