My eyes were trained on the shattered man in front of me. He
was on the ground, chanting quietly numerous apologies and pleas for
forgiveness. Tears were flowing down his cheeks and he seemed so lost. Rose
came in when she heard the slap.
“Fuck me,” she squeaked. “What the hell happened?”
“We were fighting. I kissed him and he wiped his mouth like
he was disgusted with me. I slapped him and he fell to his knees, chanting
numerous apologies,” I said, feeling incredibly guilty for cause this whatever
this is.
“Esme fucked him up, Bells,” Rose murmured, squeezing my
hand. I looked down at him, my heart breaking into a million pieces. “You need
to get through to him, sweetie.”
“How?” I choked out.
“Love him,” Rose replied, kissing my temple. “I’ll call
Carlisle and see if he can help us.”
She left us, walking to the kitchen. I sat down on the
floor, staring at the broken, wrecked man in front of me. “Edward, can you hear
me?”
“I’m so sorry. So sorry. Please don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt my
mother,” he whispered, tears flowing down his pale cheeks. “I’ll do anything.
Please … please!”
I inched closer to him, placing my hand on his knee. He
jumped, pushing back and pressing his body against the wall. “Edward, I’m
sorry. I won’t hurt you. Please come back.”
He curled up, hugging his legs. His face was pinched in
pain. It looked like he was trying to make himself invisible. “Don’t hurt her.
I’ll do anything you want. I promise. Just don’t hurt my mom. She’s all I have
to live for. Please!”
“No, Edward, don’t say that,” I sobbed, taking his hand. He
clenched his hand into a fist, refusing to move it, but gently I pried it away
from his leg, seeing angry awful welts on his wrists. His cuffs were gone and I
bit back vomit seeing the damage on his pale skin. “Edward, baby, please, come
back to me.”
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