Bella tries to hide her secret from Edward, but when she becomes pregnant with Jacob, that becomes a little complicated. Realizing that life has whole new plans for her, Bella must face many disasters including loss, betrayal, pain, and tears. Will Edward find the heart to forgive her? How will Jacob react to the news? And what happens when it seems that the earth itself is determined to punish Bella with everything it has? Find out in Selfish, the first in its series.
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The time was 6:45
So there I was. Kneeling on the floor like a pathetic, useless piece of nothingness. I was trying to imagine what my ceiling fan was seeing right now. Of course I should be focusing on the more important thing, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. How could I bare the thought of what I was about to face? Or better yet, how would Edward take the news that-
It doesn't matter, I told myself. I focused on the spinning ceiling fan. As it whirled around in the same daily circles at the same pace, never having to face problems or worry about what tomorrow will be like… it watched things. I had always thought of fans as watchers. A cruel lifeless soul, the fan had a full view of the area surrounding it. Silently judging. They can't speak, and they can’t make their own choices, so all it can do, is just keep its place at the top of my room and watch. Listen to the numerous phone calls I made, to all those stressful, homework-overloaded nights, and even to the smallest of snores as I slept.
It was always watching as I checked emails, got dressed, starred out the window, and most of all, it watched me at nights. Those precious moments where I sat there, in my bed alone, waiting, then, he would be there. As if I ever deserved him, or as if I was worth his time, no matter what I did or said, and even if I was already asleep, he would always give up his night and come to me. He was so wonderful. The fan had watched all of those nights that I sat in bed with what I didn’t deserve. And now he would leave. After today, there would be no more.
Fan, I reminded myself for what seemed like the thousandth time. The fan was always there. It watched my life and knew what happened. Sure the fan didn't have eyes or ears or even a life, but it was like a live object. It gave me fresh air, and did things at my command, just by hitting a light switch. The fan was like my personal slave; it listened to everything quietly, as it moved swiftly.
I breathed in a big breath, hoping the air would cool me down enough so that I could stop sweating, but that was not going to happen. I had experienced so much in my life. Deaths, evil vampires, betrayal, and pain... pain. So much pain. But nothing was like this. I hadn't even talked to Edward, yet I was already stressing as if he were here now. He said he'd be here in ten minutes, but he probably heard my stress through the phone and decided to run here rather than drive. He was always over protective. Always worried and concerned for me. He never stopped paying attention when I told him about my same, casual day. He cared so much.
So why did I have to get in a truck, and drive into it all, knocking it down to it's very foundation, never to be rebuilt again?
I swallowed. I'm not going to cry... I'm not going to cry... I'm not going t- I checked my watch. It read 6:48. Edward had to be here by now. Our call was exactly seven minutes and 35 seconds ago... But I didn't want him to get here. I wanted him to decide he could get someone better than me, run off never to be found, and never speak to me again. Losing him like that would be so much easier than what the future held. I kept imagining he wouldn't show up, for whatever reason, but I knew he would. He always did.
6:50 Time was going by faster. The fan was spinning faster. It kept going and going, it was so fast.... A small squeak left my voice. I said not to cry! Don't cry, whatever you do! I gulped down a bunch of air, still not helping. It had to be ten minutes by now. Maybe he's no-
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone standing right at my door. As I lie on the bed, looking up at the fan, that stupid, judgmental fan, I noticed the dark black shape of a human. Though it wasn't a human. It was a perfect wonderful, beautiful person. The next second, he was there, beside me. Laying on the bed with me, cradling me in his perfect, sturdy arms.
Suddenly I let out a small cry. No, no crying… Luckily. I was able to keep the tears in my eyes. I was surprised at that. I could never hold back tears. If only Edward hadn’t heard the squeak in my voice… maybe he won’t know I’m sad, and maybe I will be able to stall long enough… Long enough to get one last amazing moment from him…
“Bella?” Edward asked, his voice was clearly pained. He had that little croak in his voice, something usually only humans experienced. It was as if he were in so much pain, that he had to let some of it out with his voice. And sure enough, it was coming out. I hated that sound; the sound of him unhappy. Quite frankly, it made me unhappy, knowing Edward was not comfortable with the current situation. What pained me even more was the realization that I had, and would cause this pain that made his voice the way it was. It took me a second to arrive back in reality, and realize that he had said something else. What had he said?
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked. I froze. That sounded rude, didn’t it? Great. I was already going to upset him- no, piss him off was more like it. Now I sounded like I had a smart attitude? Luckily, Edward didn’t seem to take notice.
“Why are you crying, love?” he asked. He held his right arm around the small of my back, holding me up I realized. His left arm was stroking the lose pieces of hair that had managed to escape my ponytail. Wait- crying? What did he mean? I wasn’t crying! I’m doing a good job of-
I pressed my skinny pale fingers to my cheek. It was right under my eye that I felt wet drips of water, emptying them selves from my eye. Another way for pain to escape the body- through little drops of salty liquid.
I quickly wiped my eye, but what use was it? He had already noticed my crying.
“Bella!” he said, quietly, yet anxiously. It was killing him. Oh just tell him already!
“Edward…” I searched his eyes. They were a dark golden, a deep color that had no name. He needed to hunt. He needed the very thing that kept him both at peace, and slightly satisfied: blood. That was the thing that marked the very boundary between being human or vampire. I couldn’t stand it, the love in his eyes. But I needed to tell him.
He reached up, catching a tear with the tip of his index finger. He then let his hand go back to my hair, but made a different decision and placed his hand around my face. Holding me there, not letting me go. How I would miss this…
“Edward” I said, and pulled my face away from him. He looked at me, very silent, ready to listen. I took one last chance at a big breath, hoping it would work this time. Instead I felt a sharp pain in my dry throat. I ignored it and looked into Edward’s eyes once more. “I need to tell you… Okay first just listen. I did something… something I should have told you about a long time ago. But I didn’t, and I’m terrible for that. I can never be forgiven-“
“Bella, don’t be ludicrous. Whatever it is, I’m positive it will be okay. I won’t be mad-“
“Oh but you will.” I said quickly. I could feel the pain in my eyes, and knew Edward could see it. Was he really in pain, or was the pain in my eyes reflecting off his eyes, just to confuse me? He looked bewildered at what I said.
“What could you have possibly done, that cannot be forgiven?” he challenged. “I’ve done enough wrong in my life to you, that you’ve forgiven and shouldn’t have. I’m sure that whatever you did, it’s not that-“
“Just listen.” I whispered, simply because if I let my voice grow any louder than a whisper, he would hear the distress. My voice would probably crack and never work again.
“Edward I…” Oh. My. God. How was I to say this? I couldn’t identify whether or not this was more awkward than it was terrifying. Would he get angry? I knew the answer to that, prior to finding out.
Yes. But how mad would he get? Would he curse and spit at me, until I cried in shame? Would he hit me or throw some of the items lurking around in my room? What if he tore the fan out of the wall? Suddenly I liked the fans presence, and hoped it stayed intact in the wall.
You’re being ridiculous. My conscious whispered to me. Something only I could hear, since Edward had some mystery problem with hearing my thoughts. So I was being ridiculous… or was I? What if he really did become as angry as my thoughts had allowed me to picture, or even worse than that? What if…
I made myself drop the thought before it even processed into a thought. Edward was still waiting for me. I couldn’t leave him waiting anxiously, wondering what it was I was about to say. After all I had done… he deserved to know. But could there have been a better way? Could I have done something differently or went someplace better to tell him. For Gods sake, tell him already!! NOW!!!
“Edward I’m pregnant.” I said. I gasped. Had I just said it?
Yes. I got it out. The words that had been resting on the very tip of my dried tongue took a leap, and landed right out in the open. Right there for everyone to hear and see. Edward just looked confused.
“But Bella.” he said. I knew how he was going to finish this sentence. I had played this conversation out a million times in my head, and I knew Edward best. This was exactly the way I thought it would go, and I was right. But for a reason I didn’t want to think, I knew it was not a good thing in this case, that I knew Edward so much.
“Bella we never-“
“I know Edward… I know.” I spoke softly. Here it comes… the grand finally. The moment, we’ve all been dreading. I could hear the terrible music playing over and over in my head, taunting me. It was as if the music was saying ha ha time to talk! Why didn’t the music have a stop button?
Another breath. The final attempt at what little comfort I could possibly get from filling my lungs with air. It just wouldn’t do it. “Edward…”
“Bella sweetheart, we never… Bella there must be some mistake.” He laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh. I had no name for the noise that sounded like a laugh, but wasn’t one.
“Edward we never did anything…” gulp “But me and Jacob did…”
I stared into his eyes and saw the most amazing thing. What had seemed like his regular eyes just seconds ago, was nothing compared to what they had turned into, just now. In a split second, I watched his eyes change from an aged gold, right to a jet black. That quick, as if my one, stupid little sentence had drained all energy that remained within him. His eyes…
Oh, How I was going to miss those eyes…
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I’ve always wondered what happens to us once our bodies aren’t strong enough to keep us in this thing called life.
Is there really a heaven to celebrate in? Do we roam the earth as tireless ghosts, sighing as we watch our loved ones move on without us? Or do we go nowhere. Are our bodies the only thing that connects us to life? Is there nothing else, no more thoughts or memories or words of love once our bodies can no longer do so?
It scares me really. Even having been so close to death, I’d never actually taken the time to think about that moment when you feel yourself detach from your body. That moment when your brain stops comprehending things, and you feel that you are falling asleep.
But it’s not sleep. Sleep isn’t permanent. Sleep isn’t so scary and sleep isn’t what’s happening to me right now. Sleep... isn’t this painful.
But then again... sleep isn’t this peaceful either...
chapter 12- don't hate me :)
It was noon the next day. Sam still hadn’t brought up any of the crap I had pulled yesterday; I assumed nobody had told him yet. I felt as if I were right on the precipice of a cliff, about to fall off any second. Just the smallest gust of wind would send me hurtling toward the ground and I would be done for.
I sat on the couch watching some game show on mute. I pretended to watch the show so Sam didn’t figure out something was going on, but I couldn’t even tell you what game show it was. All I could think about was Beth. I hated how she couldn’t just be a wolf! Why, of all the hands of cards I could have been dealt, did I get the worst one of all?
A leech as a mother, a dead father, alpha of a pack I can’t run, a girl that I can’t have, and a replacement father that would probably beat me senseless when he found out what I had done yesterday.
I sighed as I continued to stare at the television screen. Sam got up form the table and I flinched. I listened as he made his way to the refrigerator, grabbed something off the counter, and sat back down. I began breathing again.
Maybe he already knew? Maybe he was fully aware of what I had done, and he was just waiting for me to spill it all out? Wouldn’t it just make him angrier, the longer I waited to tell him?
I kept still, not daring to move incase he did know. I wanted to get the heck out of here, away from the Sam, the ticking time bomb, but I didn’t want to go outside I would have to face the pack that I had almost gotten killed yesterday.
Then again, I had told them to stay away. If they had just listened to me, the Cullen’s would have been killed, and I would have been killed. Wouldn’t that have been a better alternative? I know many people would have been happier if that’s the way everything had turned out, especially Brett.
“Where’s the pack today?’ Sam asked making me jump. He knew! He knew! Abort! Abort!
“Dunno.” I mumbled, sinking into the couch. Be cool…
He continued drinking coffee or juice or something. He sat the cup down on the table. Papers ruffled. A chair protested as it was slid across the floor a few inches. Sam stood up. I gulped.
He left the room, and for a second, I was relieved. I waited for him to return. When he did, I flinched again. Maybe he would make me give up my alpha status for leading them into trouble. He would probably make me give it to Brett. I knew he would.
Sam came back and sat at the kitchen table. Nothing.
I sighed in relief. Maybe he didn’t know. Maybe I had been overreacting all along.
Sam stood up. Maybe not.
“I’m going to the store.” He muttered and walked out the front door, wallet in hand.
As soon as he was gone, I listened for his car door to shut. I stopped breathing as his car drove away. I looked out the window making sure he was gone.
So he didn’t know.
I fell back onto the couch, relieved. I was only on the couch a few seconds, when the doorbell rang. Then a few knocks. Then another ring. Crap.
“Who is it?” I hollered.
No answer. I got up and opened the door, cautious. I growled as I smelt bloodsucker. I backed up, getting into a crouching position.
“Wait!” the leech said, taking a step into the house.
“Get. Out of my. House.” I growled, ready to shift.
“Please.” The leech said. She was kind of tall, and had spiky hair. I realized it was one of the Cullen’s. What was she doing here?
“What?” I growled, still not standing up from my ready position. This was probably a trick.
“We need your help. Please.” She said, worry on her face.
“Why should I help you?” I growled.
“We need you. Your mother needs you.” she said, looking as if she were ready to sob.
That caught me off guard. I suddenly felt a pull, pulling me to help them. If it was my mother…
No! I couldn’t be weak! My mother had killed my father! I wouldn’t help her! And I wouldn’t help her family of leeches either.
“Please.” She begged.
I said nothing, just stared at her coldly.
“It’s Victoria.” She said. I remembered, Victoria was the redhead that had claimed to be my mother.
“She’s dead.” I stated.
“No.” she shook her head. “Edward didn’t catch her. She got away. And if you don’t help us, she’s going to kill us all. Including your pack.” She said, shaking slightly.
“She can’t kill my pack! We’re too strong for he-“
“No! You don’t understand! She’s not along!” she stated, still shivering.
I growled at her again.
“Please.” She begged. “She has just gotten help form another clan, and they are going to come and kill my family. Then your family.”
“We are capable of taking down any clan, thank you.” I said trying to shut the door.
She reached for the door, shoving it open. I growled at her furiously.
“It’s not just any clan. It’s the Volturi.” She said, really shaking now.
I stared at her blankly. I remembered, back weeks ago. Rahul had told me about some Italian clan named “The Volturi”. He had told me all about their gifts, how evil they were, how strong they were. They could take out our pack if they wanted to, with no problem.
“Yeah right.” I hissed.
“It’s true!” she hissed back. “She has went to the Volturi, and she has told them that we are with an alliance with you!” she said.
“My pack is not in an alliance with you leeches!” I yelled.
“It. Doesn’t. Matter.” she growled. “They are coming. They are coming very soon, and they are going to take us down. Then they’re going after your pack.”
I looked up and saw Daisy and Rahul. They had probably smelt the leech and come. They stared at me, wide-eyed. They had clearly heard everything. I looked back down to the spiky haired girl, her shaking hands, and her frightened eyes… If what she was saying were true, then we would have no chance.
“Crap.” I muttered. Yep. I had defiantly fallen off of that cliff now.
first comment ill read now! <3 PerciAnne
Thank you guys! :)
Ryans gonna kick some voultouri (word taken away by mod) be nice Perci Be nice, ok im chill now...
Brett is sooooo Jelly of Ryan but ryan prevails! haha!
Ha totally agree. Thanks for reading :)
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