BPOV (12 years old)

I was sitting in my room not wanting to talk to anyone. Stubborn, yes, but I did have a reason. My best friend Edward Cullen was leaving. We had known each other for years and now he was leaving. Every time I thought about it, it brought tears to my eyes.

There was a knock at the door. Three quick, hard raps on the door. Edward. I ran over to the door and pressed my back to it.

“Come on Bella, this isn’t my fault.” I felt tears coming to my eyes. “Bella, please open the door.”

“No.” I whispered almost silently, knowing he’d be able to hear me.

“Bella, you have to know that I really don’t want to go. It’s not my fault that my dad got offered a job somewhere else and he took it.” He sounded upset about it himself. I really couldn’t hold it against him.

I slowly stood up and opened the door. He was there, his eyes red. He’d obviously been crying, which was weird for Edward.

“Look at Mr. Big-and-tough now.” I teased through the tears. I could feel more tears coming so I threw my arms around him. “Edward you can’t leave.”

“I will be back Bella, I promise you, I’ll be back.” He whispered as he rubbed his hands through my hair.

“I’m holding you to that promise.” I said smiling slightly through the tears.

“I have to go Bella.” He pulled away from me, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. “Take care of yourself.” He smiled and walked away.

That was the last time I saw Edward Cullen.

(5 Years Later)

Everything had gone bad. Since Edward left I’d gotten very depressed. Charlie didn’t like seeing me depressed. So he hit me. I had become numb to it. Who cared? No-one knew. I was a freak to my school.

It was a Monday. The worst day of my week. I woke up early and grabbed a pair of baggy black combats, a black long sleeved shirt and my usual heavy baggy black hoodie. I pulled them on and looked in the mirror. I looked at my face. I had a black eye and a long dark bruise along my jaw line. I’d have to keep my hood up and my hair on my face today.