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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: “What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted.


Bella Swan knew the difference between right and wrong. After all her father Charlie was the Chief of Police. However, where things were usually black and white for Charlie, Bella knew there was always a shade of gray to everything. Sometimes this put her in precarious situations with Charlie, especially when he saw it as black and she knew it was gray.

So it was no surprise when Charlie came home from work one Tuesday night seething with anger.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted.

“Daddy,” she knew when to play that particular card, “it’s not…”

“Don’t you ‘Daddy’ me young lady. This is serious. And don’t tell me it’s not what I think because it is exactly what I think! You’re going to be grounded until your hair turns gray. Now go to your room.”

Oh no, she thought, he’s going to send me to my room. Where my stereo, TV and computer are. The horror. Charlie had seen her smirk so instead he told her to sit at the table. He stomped up the stairs and Bella heard him enter her room. Soon after she could make out his mutterings and heard things being moved around. She knew then that he meant business. He had made several trips from her room to the small guestroom down the hall. This really made her nervous. Obviously he was taking all her technologic luxuries away from her. Then she heard hammering. What the hell was he doing, she wondered. She prayed silently that he would forget about the cell phone.

Ten minutes later Charlie came back downstairs and stood directly in front of her. He held out his hand and even though she knew what he wanted she wouldn’t budge.

“Isabella Marie. Hand. Me. The. Cell. Phone.”

“But what if there’s an emergency and I need to get in contact with you?”

“Well since you’ll only be leaving the house to go to school you don’t need to worry about it.”

“And if something happens at school?”

“Then the school will call me. Bella just because I’m lax on some things doesn’t mean I was born yesterday. Now give me the phone.”

“Fine. But you’re ruining my life.”

“Funny I was going to tell you that you were ruining your life.”

“How would you know? You won’t even let me explain!”

“That’s right I won’t. Because you are the child and I am the parent!”

“What…you’re…I’m? Are you kidding me? If you’re not at work you’re down at Billy’s. I spend more time in this house then you do.”

“Bella, go to your room. We’ll talk again once we’ve both calmed down.”

Bella went up the stairs, making much more noise than her father had before her and slammed her bedroom door shut for dramatic effect. Her room looked like someone robbed it. There were empty spaces where all her beloved machines had once been. Their wires splayed on her desk, TV stand and dresser. Her room looked bare. She looked at her window that faced the front yard and her heart stopped.

“Oh shit.” He had nailed her window shut. That could only mean one thing.

He knew.

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Prompt: Headstrong

I didn’t want to go to the courthouse. I didn’t want to hear the lecture from from my brothers for the millionth time. I didn’t want to see her in yet again another vulnerable position. But most of all, I didn’t want to want those things.


I’ve lived a long life and I can honestly say that nothing had ever scared me like that night in the woods. I went and made promises to her I had no business making. It just wasn’t me I would be putting in danger if I told her but my whole family. I really did want to give her the answers she was looking for. I felt an unexplainable pull towards this girl from the moment I saw her. She soon became all I could think about. My brothers and I were out hunting when I saw a flash of her in the madman’s mind. I took off with my brothers following close behind me. I am still astounded at the total trust they have in me that they followed without any explanation.


Thankfully we got there in time for him to do anything more heinous than he had already done. And as much as I wanted to dispose his body, Jasper made me see reason. Emmett was talking to her, trying to calm her but it wasn’t working. He tried to get Jasper to help him but it wasn’t working. Jasper and I came up with a plan and as I walked towards Emmett I noticed her visibly begin to relax. The only problem is Emmett also noticed. He insisted I take her home . After I talked to her and let her know what was going on I picked her up and that was it for me. The minute my hands touched her I was lost. The second I held her in my arms I was found.


It was that thought that was in my mind as I stood outside the county courthouse willing myself to not go in. So I walked up the steps and pulled open the heavy wooden door and I felt it. The hum of vibration that happened whenever Bella was around. I felt at peace immediately and could see her at the end of the long hallway pacing. I walked towards her now unable to stop the pull. She didn’t hear me approach so I cleared my throat as to not startle her. I had noticed she had been skittish this last month.


She turned around and hurled herself at me. I caught her in my arms. I held onto her tightly, silently asking for her forgiveness for being so distant. Having her in my arms again was heaven. She belonged there, close enough for me to always protect her. And love her. Yes, I loved Bella Swan. I was in love with a human. I had tried my hardest to stay away, even when my brothers began to date her two best friends, proving to me it could be done but I couldn’t chance hurting her.


My brothers didn’t understand why, as Jasper said, I “wouldn’t let myself be happy.” They didn’t see her eyes the night she was attacked. The fear in them was palpable. I promised myself I would always be around to watch over her and would never let anything hurt her again. Especially me. I didn’t trust myself to not hurt her. It wasn’t just physically that I was worried about hurting her but emotionally as well. I knew that if we were to be together I would never be able to keep anything from her. How does one tell the girl he’s in love with that he too is a monster? That although that vermin had hurt her with hate, I could hurt her with love? A hug, A kiss, a stroke of her cheek with just too much pressure could end her. I had tried to explain this to my brothers until Emmett had told me to stop being a “Nancy boy” and “get over” myself. I untangled myself from the embrace.


“The jury is still out,” she said. I could tell from her eyes how deflated she felt.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way they would set him free. Especially after what he did to you.”

I felt the venom pool in my mouth as I said this. If they did set him free he wouldn’t last long. This I knew.

“You can’t know that Edward.” I think that’s the first time she ever said my name and I would beg to hear her say it again.

“But I do know that Bella. I have faith in humanity,” and I was not human, “so should you.”

“So you’re talking to me?”

“No, I just figured you’d need a shoulder today.”

“Oh. Does that mean I only have today?”

I knew what she was asking. I just wasn’t sure what I would say.

“Bella, I know I said I would explain but I just don’t think it’s possible right now.”

I really am a jackass. That was the best I could come up with? I could see her frustration at me.

“You called me Sweetheart.” I call you love now.

“Emmett called you Honey.”

“You carried me.”

“You wouldn’t let either of my brothers.” Thank god.

“You called yourself a monster.”

“You…” Damn! She was on to me.

Luckily my brothers and Rose and Alice were coming towards us. Jasper smiled at her and squeezed her shoulder but Emmett had to pick her up in a bear hug. He said it was their “thing.” I think he did it just to piss me off. All I knew was that my brothers were getting a lot more physical with Bella than I was. And they weren’t hurting her.


I eyed my brothers and we walked down the hall a bit to talk privately. They were all ready to start yelling at me if the looks on their faces was any indication so I cut that off immediately.


“I can’t stay away from her any longer.”

Jasper smiled and Emmett punched me in the arm.

“It’s about time dumb ass.” Emmett was always so eloquent.

“I’ve explained my reasons enough. Just help me come up with a way to win Bella’s heart.”

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Prompt: Phrase Catch: Repeat the following phrase to yourself five times, open a blank document and begin: “The jury is still out.”

I paced anxiously up and down the hallway. My heels clicked against the tile in a steady beat that seemed to lull me. My lips moved with silent words only I could hear. I’m sure I looked crazy. But I didn’t care. For months I had breathed this. I had slept this. I had lived this. I had no more answers than I did that night I had walked home from spending the night with Alice and Rose. The night I had been attacked in my forest. The night I became a victim. The night that the Cullen boys had saved me.

It was also the one and only time Edward Cullen (or as I liked to call him Saveward) talked to me. Touched me. Cared for me. He brought me back to my house where a frantic Charlie came bursting out of the house. Edward had explained to him what had happened. Now when I say explain I mean lie. I know I was under “stress” but I also know what I saw. I saw that man fly into a tree. I just don’t know how it happened. The only logical conclusion was that Emmett, by far the biggest of the three, had somehow managed to toss him off me in such a way that he appeared to fly.

The explanation that Edward promised never came. He never called me ‘sweetheart’ again. It had been a month and he had barely looked at me. But I knew he watched me. I could feel it. In my room at night I would thrash around in my bed with visions of the attack. Somehow though I always woke refreshed, like I had slept well. I had that sense of peace that I had had when Edward carried me home. He had to be getting in my room, which just made me feel crazier than I already did. Yet, he continued to act as he did in the beginning. I was so confused. Especially since his brothers took an active role in my life these days. It was sweet but stifling. I didn’t need bodyguards, I needed answers. I needed Edward to supply those answers.

Someone cleared their throat behind me and when I turned around there stood the boy that I had recently hung all my hopes on. Before I knew what I was doing, I launched myself into him and he wrapped his arms around me. It was like I never left. It was like I was home. I felt calm all at once. We didn’t speak, we just held onto each other. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that. Minutes, hours, days. I just knew that I felt whole again. I didn’t feel like a victim, I felt like a survivor.

He pulled away from me eventually, looked towards the courtroom doors and raised his eyebrow in question.

“The jury is still out,” I said.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way they would set him free. Especially after what he did to you.”

I swear I could hear venom dripping in his words.

“You can’t know that Edward.” I think that’s the first time I ever said his name. He must have thought that too because his eyes got a little brighter.

“But I do know that Bella. I have faith in humanity. So should you.”

“So you’re talking to me?”

“No, I just figured you’d need a shoulder today.”

“Oh.” Seriously? What was his game? “Does that mean I only have today?”

He knew what I was asking. I knew what I was asking.

“Bella, I know I said I would explain but I just don’t think it’s possible right now.”

“You called me Sweetheart.”

“Emmett called you Honey.”

“You carried me.”

“You wouldn’t let either of my brothers.”

“You called yourself a monster.”

“You…” Ha! I had him and he knew it.

Just then Alice and Rose came walking towards us with Jasper and Emmett. Yeah, somehow his brothers managed to snag my best friends but he wouldn’t give me the time of day. Except for now. Jasper smiled at me and squeezed my shoulder but Emmett had to engulf me in a bear hug. He said it was our “thing.” Whatever. All I knew was that I had a lot more contact with Edward’s brothers when all I really wanted was more contact with him.

The brothers had walked down the hall a bit whispering and throwing angry looks towards Edward while Rose and Alice tried to act as if we spent every afternoon on a courthouse. Apparently one of them must have read somewhere that it’s a good idea to try and keep things as normal as possible in this type if situation.

Alice was the first to take the plunge. “So what’s going on?”

“The jury is still out.”

Now Rose, “and Edward?”

“The jury is still out.”

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she laughed

We’ve had this same fight every week for 5 years. We do not deter from it. It’s our “thing.” We have known each other since we were in the womb; our mothers being best friends. We were born two weeks apart. She is my best friend, the sister I never had. We have always agreed on everything. Except for this. We have never fought. Except for this. We were undivided. Except for this.

“Bell-ah.” Ugh I hated when she did that.

“Just once listen to me. Please. I am your best friend. I love you. I would not steer you wrong.”

“Alice, let me ask you a question. In five years have I ever backed down? That’s 52 weeks a year, 260 times, have I ever relented?”

“Well, no. But I will not give up!”

“And I will continue to wear it.”

“Bella. Honey. Sweetie,” uh-oh here it comes, “you will not catch any guy’s eyes, let alone Edward’s wearing that monstrosity.”

“Alice. Honey. Sweetie. My grandmother made this for me. You remember my Grammy? We used to have sleep overs at her house. She taught us how to build a fort when we were five. She rented us ‘R’ rated movies when we were eleven. She showed us how to become blood sisters when we were twelve.”

“I am aware of all this Bella. It doesn’t mean that wearing that is a good idea. Grammy meant as much to me as she did to you. And trust me she would put your teenage happiness above respecting her from the grave.”

So here’s the crux of our relationship. My Grammy, whom I loved as if she were my own mother, had made plenty of clothes, jewelry and other knick-knacks throughout my life. But this necklace she made me for my 12th birthday. It was the last birthday I had with her. I felt the need to wear it about once a week just to be close to her. It wasn’t the prettiest necklace I owned, in truth it probably was the ugliest necklace I owned. But she made it for me, with her arthritic hands, and cataract ridden eyes. I treasured it above everything else she ever gave me.

Watch how I can manipulate my best friend.

“Alice, this was the last gift she ever made me. Remember my birthday? She was so proud and wanted me to open her present last? The look of pride on her face that she made me that because my mom refused to buy me one?”

“Yeah I remember. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she laughed.

When we were twelve, charm necklaces were the rage. Yes, I said rage. My mother refused to buy me one. I never knew why, I just knew she was ruining my life. I spent weeks crying to my Grammy about it. Then on my birthday, when I opened my present from her it was a charm necklace that she had made. I don’t know how but she managed to find small chain linked metal and spray painted it neon pink. Then she must have taken some Monopoly game pieces and fashioned them to the necklace. It really was hideous. But she was so happy to give me something I wanted I vowed to her I would always wear it. And I did.

So for five years, 52 weeks a year, 260 times total, my best friend and I would fight this out. I always insisted it was an ice breaker, she insisted it was a deal breaker. It was our ritual, our way of remembering Grammy. And we wouldn’t change it for anything.

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Prompt: Tart
We were laying lazily in bed on a Saturday afternoon when he reached over and brought his fingers to my mouth. I opened willingly and was pleased with the delicious taste of raspberries and flaky crust. As I took the pastry into my mouth, I let my tongue gently brush against the pad of his thumb. He groaned and gave me a sinful look before attacking my ribs with his long, beautiful hands. I screeched and was laughing so hard I was losing my breath. He just grinned at me and kept tickling. It was perfect.

Every so often, when work was killing either of us we would spend a Saturday in bed, shutting out the rest of the world. We always indulged in things that we normally wouldn’t. Decadent desserts, mimosas all day, and other shall we say libations that were rare for our seven year relationship. I liked it because it reminded me of the beginning of our relationship. The newness and wonder of getting to know someone, He liked it because we had sex all day (c’mon, he’s a man), and I guess it reminded him of the beginning too.

So here we are on our nice comfy bed, naked and he’s feeding me a heavenly raspberry tart. I love those damn little pies. I love these days. It’s our time to regroup and sometimes put the focus back on us. We could be serious or childish here. It was a safe zone, neutral like Switzerland. Some of our biggest decisions were made on these Saturdays. Edward first told me he loved me, I had asked him to move in with me, he had asked me to marry him, all on a Saturday like this. When put in that perspective it was my turn to drop the bomb.

I thought for sure he had already suspected, I mean he’s a doctor he should suspect. But he hasn’t said anything to me about my increased sexual appetite, or my crying fests, or the fact that I have weird cravings. I hated raspberries, he knew this but was feeding them to me and I was chowing down like it was ambrosia. He would smirk at me, get that other look he has, the one that says I can’t get anything by him. And I never could.

I liked it though. I was never one for playing games and neither was Edward. I think that’s one of the reasons we worked so well. From the beginning we both told things like they were. But this was big, huge, monumental. We were going to be parents. Finally. After four years of trying we were going to have a baby. Actually we were having two but he couldn’t know that so at least I could surprise him a little.
Before he could feed me another piece of my new favorite food I laid the little ultrasound photo on his chest. Now to me you couldn’t really see much, but like I said, he’s a doctor so maybe he could tell from this one that there were two babies. He picked it up and looked at it and one second I saw both joy and sadness pass through his eyes.

“Bella? Are you? Are we?”

“Yes love, we are pregnant.” I made sure not to give anything else away.

“And the doctor is positive?”

“Doesn’t the picture speak for itself?”

“Actually the last couple of weeks speak for itself but yeah, the picture confirms it. But why would you be getting a sonogram already?”

I knew this would come up. And because he was Edward he would accept my answer and not hold a grudge.

“Baby, you were so broken when I miscarried again that I wanted to make sure that this was going to happen before I told you.”

“I wasn’t the only one that was broken Bella.”

“I know that but you didn’t see yourself afterwards.”

He gave me a sad smile and gently kissed my lips.

“We’re having a baby.”


“Technically I’ll be actually having the baby.”
“Shut it wench, you’re spoiling my moment. Can I call Carlisle and Esme?”

“Sure but don’t you want to see the other pictures?”

“There’s more?” My man was so excited.

“Well there’s one more.”

“Oh, ok.” Now he sounds like someone kicked his puppy.

“Well the first one doesn’t really give the full effect.”

“There’s a ‘full effect’?”

“Yeah since you can’t see them both on the one.”

“I want to see them both…Both? BOTH?” Now I have his attention.

“Yup, both. Apparently twins run on one of our sides of the family.” I say this sarcastically because hello, he’s a twin as is his mother.

“We’re having twins?! Two babies! I have got to call my mom and dad.”

He hops out of bed and runs around looking for a phone. I sit and smile then reach over to his side of the bed. I pick up the rest of the tart and begin to eat it. I could hear him coming back into the room, telling his mom to get his dad on the phone. As I’m wiping the crumbs from my mouth, I can’t help but think how sweet life is going to be.

Prompt: Trampoline

I had tried to avoid going to the hospital for 3 months now. I was doing really well. I watched where I walked, I drove the speed limit and kept proper space in between cars and I took my vitamins and ate better. This was fool proof. What I didn’t count on was my six-year-old twins, Maddie and Lizzie. They were always cautious and quiet girls, just like I was growing up. Actually, now that I think about it, I should be blaming my hair brained mother. It was her that bought them that damn trampoline. She was always telling me that they needed to “act like little girls instead of little adults.” I should have listened to my inner voice, she told me this was not a good idea. But I relented because the girls actually looked interested in the damn thing. Of course the first afternoon they use it they end up bumping into each other and fall to the ground in tears and tangled limbs.

Now that I am cursing my mother out on the drive to the hospital, I think about the odds that he may be working today. Even though I had never met him I was nervous. I had known his brother briefly, and that’s saying it nicely. A one night stand at a college party was not really “knowing” someone. Except biblically of course. He probably didn’t even remember my name and I’m sure he never would’ve mentioned it to his brother. I was in the clear. Unless by some chance he got a good look at the girls. He may notice Elizabeth had his sage green eyes, or that Madeline had his reddish hair. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize the twin grins that resemble his brother Emmett’s mischievous smirk. Or that Maddie can quirk her eyebrow like he did. I know that I thought about him every time I looked at them.

I had met Emmett Cullen at a frat party in May of my senior year at Washington University. My best friend Angela had joined a sorority so I often tagged along to parties with her and her “sisters”. I wasn’t really friendly with any of them but knew them enough for the usual hellos around school. The only two I knew a little better than the rest were Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale and that was only because Rosalie was Angela’s “big sister” and Alice was Rosalie’s best friend. In fact it was Alice that pointed out her brother Emmett to me that night. I was always shy but it was the end of the year, we were done with finals and getting ready to graduate. That’s what brought Rosalie and Alice back, Angela graduating. So I decided to leave college life with a bang. I just didn’t think I meant it literally.

When Alice noticed me staring at the guy in the living room by the keg at first she didn’t say anything. This was good because I was knee deep in fantasy. He looked to be about 6’2” if I had to guess with reddish brown hair that went in all directions, beautiful green eyes, and full lips that were begging to be bit. His body was long and muscular and the dark was jeans and tight black band t-shirt showed it off perfectly. He looked up and caught my eye and I immediately blushed and diverted my eyes to anywhere that wasn’t near him. As I did that I noticed the other girls, far prettier girls that were staring at him. I chanced a quick peek back at him and he was still looking at me. He gave me a half smile, tipped his cup to me and took a drink. That’s when Alice told me it was her brother. Through out the night I was in different rooms but always knew where he was. Every so often he would catch me looking at him and once or twice I caught him looking my way.

I went out into the backyard for some fresh air and sat down at the picnic table near the end of their backyard. I could still hear the party and the few people that were outside smoking but it was quiet enough for me to get lost in my thoughts. I’d like to say I thought over my college life or my plans for the future but my thoughts were not that illustrious. I was thinking about Alice’s brother whose name I didn’t even catch. So yeah, imagine my surprise when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me.

“Is it ok if I sit here?” Mmmm, velvet sex voice. I turned around and lo and behold, Alice’s brother was standing in front of me.

“Yeah sure.” Did I mention I was a lit major? I am a wordsmith.

He held out his hand and said, “I’m Emmett Cullen. I think you may know my sister Alice?”

“Bella. I know Alice but not very well.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Bella. Are you graduating too?”

“Yep.” Like I said. Word. Smith.

He laughed a little and then turned his attention back to his red Solo cup. By this point I am kicking myself and calling myself every name in the book. I’ve talked to guys, I’ve had boyfriends, hell I’ve even had sex. So how come I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say to him?

“So Edward, are you in school?”

“I graduated two years from UCLA.”

Now I could bore you with the rest of our conversation but it wasn’t very interesting or earth shattering. We didn’t solve world peace or end world hunger so let’s just say that at some point I looked over at him and the next thing I know we’re kissing. I’m talking open mouth, tongues, panting kissing. Next thing I know (or want to share) I’m waking up in my bed, sans clothes. You can guess the rest. Flash forward six years and change.

I rush the girls into the tiny ER of Forks Memorial and give their information to Louise who surprise, surprise has known me all my life so this visit isn’t such a shock. After I finish all the necessary paperwork she asks if I want her to call m y father Charlie, the Chief of Police, but I decline. If it’s nothing serious I don’t want to worry him.

“Will the girls be seeing Dr. Gerandi? They’re really only comfortable with him.” This is utter bullshit but I’m trying to avoid Emmett’s brother and yes, will use my daughters to ensure that.

“Sorry hon, he’s on vacation. Dr.’s Cullen are on call today.”

Dr.’s? There are two Dr. Cullen’s here? I remember Angela saying Alice’s dad was a doctor so maybe I still had a chance. But I still wasn’t done.

“Dr. Emmett Cullen? I knew his sister in college.”

“No it’s his brother Edward, and his…”

“Bella? Bella Swan?” I turn around to see a stunning blond in a lab coat coming towards me.

“Rosalie Hale?” I am stunned, she still looks the same.

She reaches me and we give each other a hug that belies our relationship. But it’s what girls do.

“It’s Rosalie Hale-Cullen now. Doctor actually.”

“That’s great Rosalie! So you married Edward?”

“We, no. I married Emmett!”

And here my jaw drops, my heart slams against my chest wall and tears are threatening.

“Oh wow,” I manage to squeak out, “that’s great.” I am lying, its horrible news.

“So what have you been up to?” Seriously? She’s a doctor? I’m in an ER what does she think I’m up to?

“Well…,” I begin.

“Bella, you can bring the girls to curtain 3.” Saved by Jessica Stanley, a nurse here and a friend from high school. Now how do I get the girls back there without Rosalie seeing? I am not ashamed of my daughters I just don’t want their Daddy’s wife to see them. I’ll be on Jerry Springer next week. Luckily before she can ask questions, Rose is called away telling me we need to get together and that Edward will be seeing us today.

I bring the girls back to curtain 3, sit them on the bed and we wait. And wait. And wait. Finally I hear some shuffling behind the curtain and I hear Jessica talking to Dr. Cullen and giving them the girls’ information. When I hear his beautiful, velvet voice I freeze. They sound identical. I wonder if Edward and Emmett are twins. It would explain why I had twins when there are none in my family tree. They both come in and I am shocked again. Standing before me is Emmett Cullen. But Jessica is introducing him as Edward Cullen. What the hell is going on here? When he looks up from the chart the recognition is instant. He stands there, chart in hands, not saying anything.

All I can think is that I have to get my girls out of here. This can’t be happening. What am I going to do? Why is this happening? After what seems like hours, he composes himself and I think I detect a flash of anger in his eyes.

“Ms. Swan,” polite motherfucker, “what brings you here today?”

Before I can say anything Jessica jumps right in, “oh, the Maddie and Lizzie were playing on their new trampoline and fell off.” She smiles at them.

He barely looks over at my, at our, daughters, when his eyes are back on me. Now they look accusing.

“You let 6 year olds play on a trampoline?” Obviously I am a horrible mother. And now Mama Bear comes out.

“Excuse me, Dr. Cullen,” I sneer, “but maybe you can take a look at them before calling Social Services on me?”

Jessica is bewildered, Dr. Cullen looks ashamed and Maddie and Lizzie have no idea what is going on.

“Pardon me, Ms Swan. Of course I’ll have a look at them.” Oh shit.
When he does turn his attention towards them I know the precise moment he is suspect. His back goes rigid, his head does a slight double take and there is a distinct intake of breath. Apparently I’ll have a lot of explaining to do and very soon. But I’m too busy cursing out that damn trampoline.

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s: M, this is Edward’s outlook on what happened at Bella’s birthday, I'm strangely proud of this

Prompt: Glass

I have relived that moment every day since it happened. And being that I never slept, I relived it every night as well. I know the exact moment it all went to hell. As attuned as I was to her and the heavenly smell of her blood, I smelt it before anyone did. One single drop of that precious juice was all it took to end my world. The one thing I had denied myself for years and the one person whose blood I lusted after the most was in my reach. Except Jasper beat me to it. I knew out of all of us Carlisle was truly the only vampire not a threat to Bella. Even I possessed a modicum of control. As much as I hate to think it, Jasper was the most likely to cave. And did he ever.

I watched in complete horror as he caught the enticing aroma and saw in his mind the image of my Bella laying in front of him, exsanguinated, his mouth filled with her life force. I was immediately on the attack and just barely made it to Bella in time. My only thought being of her as I brushed her aside to bear the brunt of Jasper’s force. Even with my speed and acute hearing I was seconds too late to stop what happened next. I managed to throw Jasper away from Bella and into a wall when I heard the glass table shatter before I actually saw her go through it. Silly me, I had become to complacent in my actions around Bella and should’ve known a brush in a moment of panic was nothing like the ones we had become accustomed to. I had put a little to much force into it and again the reality that Bella was human came crashing down on me.

I had inevitably made a bad situation much worse. Where what had started this was a single paper cut, now there were ribbons of blood pouring down her arm and for a moment I felt the hunger that I have denied myself rear its ugly head. I heard the other members of my family get Jasper in control and flee the room. Apparently I wasn’t the only one drawn to Bella’s blood. I heard Esme apologize in an agonized voice and she was gone with the others. As Carlisle took her into the dining room, I stared at was once our coffee table. It was so innocuous when Esme bought it home. I cursed Esme for decorating the house in glass. What was she thinking? Right after I had brought Bella home we should have changed things. Bella proofed the house. We were all aware of her clumsiness, it was only a matter of time before something happened to her.

I vaguely heard Jasper’s thoughts as they walked him deep into the forest, he was castigating himself. Well he should, I thought. I was still staring at the shards of glass when I heard Carlisle calling me. My heart broke when I saw my love lying on the table, drenched in her blood, Carlisle pulling out the pieces of glass still sticking in her arm. She looked at me and smiled. And therein lays the problem. She was completely unaware of the danger she was in mere minutes ago. Although I could not read her mind, I knew she was thinking that what happened was a tiny bump in the road. She would forgive Jasper and forget it ever happened. I never could get across to her the seriousness of a human being in the midst of vampires. And even this wouldn’t sway her. This would be harder than I thought.

My father told me to go speak with Jasper, saying that I would be the only one able to calm him. Why would I want to calm the person that just destroyed my life? As I walked through the living room, I cast another glance at the shards of glass lying on the floor. I cursed Esme, I cursed the table, and I cursed Jasper. But most of all, I cursed myself. Bringing Bella into this environment was wrong and totally selfish of me. I let her get through my defenses because I wanted her to. I could have walked away. Eventually. At the very least when her human form no longer served her. I didn’t believe any of the bullshit I was thinking, it just helped me to think that I could be that man. But I wasn’t a man, was I? I was a vampire, a monster. And my being here, the unnaturalness of me “living” caused the one person I loved most in the world to be in harm’s way.

It was then that I decided the only way to make sure that nothing happened to Bella that could be because of me was to leave. Not just me, but the whole family. I could talk Carlisle into it which would automatically mean that Esme would agree. I would use Jasper’s guilt, as much as that might pain me, to get him to agree. Rosalie would not be a problem. No, the only problem would be Alice and Emmett, they loved Bella as their own sister. Of course Alice could never be away from Jasper and I would have to use that to my advantage. Emmett wouldn’t stay here by himself. At least that should be the easy part. It would probably take me days to convince Bella though.

A plan started to form in my head as I finally reached the place in the forest where my brother and sisters were helping calm Jasper down. He looked at me with such sadness and remorse. I looked away from him, not wanting him to see the accusation in my eyes even though he could probably feel it. I had wished at that moment that I had pushed him into that wretched table.