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Bella’s nightmares returned with a vengeance the next few
nights. She would wake up screaming, clawing at my chest, drenched in sweat. I
held her tight against me and I tried to sing them away but it wouldn’t work.
The nightmares were the worst the night she received the email from Emily.
After three nights of the nightmares, night terrors and insomnia, Bella made an
appointment to go to the counseling center. She met with the same counselor
that she worked with before we left for Christmas break. He told her to journal
her thoughts and it should help. He also told to rely on her support system
here at school. That system included me and Emmett, as well as everyone else in
our little group.
As a precaution, we also met with the detectives to inform
them the change in the situation. They told us that they would increase patrols
and had Jacob’s picture in each squad car so the officers could knew who to
look for. They also worked in conjunction with the campus police. I had spoken
with Alistair and informed him of what Jacob was planning and he promised he’d
post an alert notice in all the common areas of our apartment complex stating to
not let Jacob into the apartment building.
I was heading down to the workout area in the basement of
the apartment when Bella called out to me. She was wearing her own workout
clothes. “Edward, can you work with me on some of the self-defense things I
learned on Tuesday?”
“Sure, baby. Just don’t break anything,” I said with a
crooked smirk. “There’s some mats in the basement and actually in high school
we had a self-defense unit in gym when I was a senior. I could teach you some
things, too.”
She beamed and ran off to get her shoes. She had removed her
jewelry, including her engagement ring. I frowned when I saw it absent from her
hand. “What’s wrong, Edward?”
“You took off your ring,” I pouted.
“I took it off when I went to the seminar. I don’t want to
knock it against something and cause the center stone to fall out. Besides, if
I connect with your jaw or something with my mean left hook, I’d take a chunk
out of you,” she reasoned. “I like you unscarred. You’re too handsome for scars.”
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