La Cantante on AO3
La Cantante on TWCS
Fuck my life.
I was hurting.
A lot.
Fucking Jacob.
I hated him.
Asshat.
I hope he fell onto a sharp rock and slowly bled to death in
the freezing cold water. I hope that a shark found him and ate his legs. I hope
they found him, arrested him and he became a bitch to an inmate named Bubba.
Yes, that works. Hopefully he’ll feel the pain and
embarrassment of what he did to me if that happens.
Fucktard.
As much as I was exhausted after my ordeal with Jacob, I
couldn’t sleep. I was hurting too much. I also couldn’t get my mind to shut
down. It was racing and wouldn’t stop. Edward was equally as restless. His
handsome face was marred with a deep frown as he slept. I wanted to touch him,
to comfort him but I was in too much pain. Instead of tossing and turning in my
tiny bed, I decided to get up and watch some television. I slipped out of my
bedroom and limped down the stairs to the family room. I sat down on the couch
and curled up. I put on the television, not really watching what was on the
screen. As I was staring at the barrage of infomercials, I faintly heard
someone come down the stairs. I tensed up and looked at the staircase with an
anxious glance. I couldn’t see much, but I recognized the pants as Edward’s.
“Hey, Edward,” I said quietly.
“I woke up to go to the bathroom, but you weren’t in bed. Is
everything alright?” Edward asked with a frown.
“I couldn’t get comfortable. Every way I lay, something was
in pain. I didn’t want to keep tossing and turning, preventing you from
sleeping,” I said with a grimace. “You were up at the ass crack of dawn.”
“I couldn’t sleep, either, beautiful. I’m not as injured as
you, but I couldn’t get comfortable,” Edward responded as he sat down on the
couch next to me. He gave me a smile and caressed my cheek. I leaned into his
tender touch, tears spilling over my cheeks. “What are you thinking about,
Bella?”
“How much I hate Jacob. How he said that he ‘loved me’ but
he never showed me an ounce of compassion or tenderness like you,” I mumbled.
“How he constantly broke me down; calling me nothing, stupid and slut. How he
would control everything I did.”
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