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Edward

When I finally woke up, I was alone in the bed. I sat up, scrubbing my face, and searching for Bella. She was curled up on the couch, huddled underneath the robe from the room. She was holding a steaming cup of coffee and looking out the window. However, her eyes were unseeing, empty. “Bella?”

“You need to know,” she whispered.

“I need to know what?” I asked, getting up and dragging my exhausted body to the couch.

“The truth. My story. The nightmare,” she said emotionlessly. She looked at me. Her espresso-colored eyes were vacant, and her face was drawn. “You need to know everything. It all began when I was a junior in high school …”

Bella

“… I lived with my dad. He was the police chief of Forks, Washington,” I explained. “My mom took off, not caring about me or Charlie. So, for as long as I could remember, it was the two of us. Occasionally, we’d hang out at the nearby reservation since my dad was close to the tribal leader of the Quileute Nation, Billy Black. He had a son who was about my age. We were friends from the moment we met.”

“Jacob?” Edward asked.

“Yeah. He had two older sisters. They used to babysit us when I was younger until they went away to college or to get married. Rebecca lives in Hawaii with some Samoan surfer. Rachel lives in Vancouver, working on getting her doctorate in sociology. They’re not close with Jacob or Billy. The tribe doesn’t think highly of women,” I sneered. “Both of Jake’s sisters were sexually assaulted by members of the tribe. Jake, at first, was appalled. It was before he was brainwashed by the tribal elders. Billy, however, condoned it. He said that it was a rite of passage for the boys who wanted to become men and the girls just needed to submit. Rachel and Rebecca both left within weeks of their attacks.”

“Fuck,” Edward spat. “That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah, it is,” I shrugged. “However, we didn’t know, at the time, that Billy was a misogynistic pig, a monster, really. At first, he was just my dad’s best friend and fishing buddy. Before his true colors were shown, he was a kindly, sweet uncle type who gave me hard candies.”

“Your dad didn’t know about any of that?”

“No, he didn’t. I wouldn’t have known either until it happened to me,” I whispered. I waved my hand, trying to wish my past was a horrific nightmare. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. It was a reality. A sick, twisted reality that absolutely broke me.

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The next few days passed by in a blur. Esme came to visit each day, but I stayed hidden out in my room. I used Rachel’s tablet to watch television, using her Netflix account. I didn’t really pay attention. It was just noise. Billy listened to me as I told him the full story of what happened, starting with my mom’s death, my dad’s illness and my sister’s hatred. He knew the rest of the story, with the media because Jake had told him when we spoke to him about my flying out to Washington state.

When I wasn’t talking to Billy, I was starting rehab with Rachel. She’d removed my stitches and I was trying to strengthen my knee. She brought some materials from the hospital and worked with me when she was off work before going back to her house on the reservation. Eventually, I had to go back to New York. I couldn’t stay hidden in La Push forever.

After a week of constant visits, Esme came back. She was still dressed casually, but I could tell that she was leaving. She was still upset. “I need to fly back to New York,” she said, her voice cracking. “Bella, I understand that we may never be okay. I’ll never be able to regain that trust.”

“You’ve got that right,” I muttered under my breath.

“Hate me all you want, but don’t throw away your relationship with Masen because of my mistakes,” Esme said, sitting down across from me and taking my hand. I stared at her; my lips pursed. “I know you still love him.”

“That hasn’t changed, Esme,” I whispered. “But, I’m not good enough. He deserves someone …”

“Like you,” Esme said, pulling me closer. “You are good enough. You’re better than good enough. You’re better than me, Bella.” She stood up, kissing my forehead. I pulled back, turning my face away. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could take my hurtful words back. I wish I could be a better person and make it all better.” She put something on the table. “This is a ticket back to New York. Well, tickets. I know that you can’t maneuver the airports on your own because of your injury. I’ve also …”

“I don’t want your money, Esme,” I scoffed. “I don’t want the press to label me as a gold digger.” Esme looked at me, her brows furrowed. “I can take care of myself. I’ve done it most of my life.”

“It’s a gift, Bella,” she murmured. “Come home, sweet girl. Please?”

I didn’t respond. Esme brushed her hand down my hair once more before ducking out of the house. Billy came into the living room, taking the seat that Esme was sitting in. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to know that she is right, in her own way,” Billy said. “Bella, I know that woman broke your heart. I understand your pain. You feel betrayed by someone who you thought loved you.”

“Who betrayed you?” I asked.

“Rachel’s sister, Rebecca,” Billy answered. “After my injury, ending my police career, I fell into myself. I was agoraphobic and afraid of everything. Rachel and Jake were understanding. Rebecca, she told me to buck up and deal with my issues. It was her that essentially forced me into this exile, away from my son and terrified of being injured again. She pushed me out into the world before I was ready and I fell apart. Rebecca called me weak while her siblings reamed her out for being heartless and cruel. I couldn’t handle being in New York, so I left. I came here. Rachel and Jake refuse to talk to Rebecca because she refused to believe that her way was right.”

“It’s not,” I frowned.

“No, it’s not. My shrink disagreed with her and every other counselor said she caused more harm than anything,” Billy said. “I love my daughter, but I can’t forgive her. Not yet. She hurt me. She hurt her siblings. All because she felt that I was too weak to deal with my injuries and the aftermath of my injuries. Now, you have a chance to get your man.”

“He probably hates me,” I whispered. “I left without saying good bye. I left my engagement ring.”

“I think he understands, Bella,” Billy said, squeezing my hands. His smile was sincere and from the twinkle in his eyes, it seemed like he knew more than he was letting on.

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The next few days passed by in a blur. Esme came to visit each day, but I stayed hidden out in my room. I used Rachel’s tablet to watch television, using her Netflix account. I didn’t really pay attention. It was just noise. Billy listened to me as I told him the full story of what happened, starting with my mom’s death, my dad’s illness and my sister’s hatred. He knew the rest of the story, with the media because Jake had told him when we spoke to him about my flying out to Washington state.

When I wasn’t talking to Billy, I was starting rehab with Rachel. She’d removed my stitches and I was trying to strengthen my knee. She brought some materials from the hospital and worked with me when she was off work before going back to her house on the reservation. Eventually, I had to go back to New York. I couldn’t stay hidden in La Push forever.

After a week of constant visits, Esme came back. She was still dressed casually, but I could tell that she was leaving. She was still upset. “I need to fly back to New York,” she said, her voice cracking. “Bella, I understand that we may never be okay. I’ll never be able to regain that trust.”

“You’ve got that right,” I muttered under my breath.

“Hate me all you want, but don’t throw away your relationship with Masen because of my mistakes,” Esme said, sitting down across from me and taking my hand. I stared at her; my lips pursed. “I know you still love him.”

“That hasn’t changed, Esme,” I whispered. “But, I’m not good enough. He deserves someone …”

“Like you,” Esme said, pulling me closer. “You are good enough. You’re better than good enough. You’re better than me, Bella.” She stood up, kissing my forehead. I pulled back, turning my face away. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could take my hurtful words back. I wish I could be a better person and make it all better.” She put something on the table. “This is a ticket back to New York. Well, tickets. I know that you can’t maneuver the airports on your own because of your injury. I’ve also …”

“I don’t want your money, Esme,” I scoffed. “I don’t want the press to label me as a gold digger.” Esme looked at me, her brows furrowed. “I can take care of myself. I’ve done it most of my life.”

“It’s a gift, Bella,” she murmured. “Come home, sweet girl. Please?”

I didn’t respond. Esme brushed her hand down my hair once more before ducking out of the house. Billy came into the living room, taking the seat that Esme was sitting in. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to know that she is right, in her own way,” Billy said. “Bella, I know that woman broke your heart. I understand your pain. You feel betrayed by someone who you thought loved you.”

“Who betrayed you?” I asked.

“Rachel’s sister, Rebecca,” Billy answered. “After my injury, ending my police career, I fell into myself. I was agoraphobic and afraid of everything. Rachel and Jake were understanding. Rebecca, she told me to buck up and deal with my issues. It was her that essentially forced me into this exile, away from my son and terrified of being injured again. She pushed me out into the world before I was ready and I fell apart. Rebecca called me weak while her siblings reamed her out for being heartless and cruel. I couldn’t handle being in New York, so I left. I came here. Rachel and Jake refuse to talk to Rebecca because she refused to believe that her way was right.”

“It’s not,” I frowned.

“No, it’s not. My shrink disagreed with her and every other counselor said she caused more harm than anything,” Billy said. “I love my daughter, but I can’t forgive her. Not yet. She hurt me. She hurt her siblings. All because she felt that I was too weak to deal with my injuries and the aftermath of my injuries. Now, you have a chance to get your man.”

“He probably hates me,” I whispered. “I left without saying good bye. I left my engagement ring.”

“I think he understands, Bella,” Billy said, squeezing my hands. His smile was sincere and from the twinkle in his eyes, it seemed like he knew more than he was letting on.

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Living Room

Billy Black

Queen Esme of Gevalia