Kartron-the-Pegasus

Edward and Bella: A lifetime7 Regret: Recap: “EDWARD! STOP YOU’RE HURTING ME!” Edward instantly froze. I can’t believe I had said what I did, but it was the only way… Once I said it I regretted it. My poor Edward; I probably just crushed him (psychologically speaking that is). He looked at me square in the eye. “W-what?” he stuttered, the pain in his voice was unbearable for me to hear. He was off of me in a flash, I didn’t know where he went, but I could still here his words lingering in the air, “I’m sorry…” As if I wasn’t heartbroken enough already. Why was I such a te

 Edward and Bella: together at last 9 ‘Bella, calm down. Everything will be okay.’ Everybody was thinking this all at once, trying to take control of the insane situation that had caught us so crudely off guard. After I had seen the limp cloak hanging from the tree my entire body and mind shut down. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t see, I could barely hear what the others were thinking. For a moment I feared that Alec had gotten to me. I fell to the frozen ground in a crumpled heap and sobbed dryly into my palms. Edward, my entire universe, was gone. The thought of his never coming back again wounded me tremendously and on

Chapter 1 Why Why? Why me? Why did Fate choose me to plague with death, with torture? Why did Fate choose me to tease with constant, unyielding hatred, so undeserving, so unneeded? Why? The reason has no meaning, no true substance. All that matters is the pain. With heavy lids, I opened my eyes. I instantly shut them, the sun having entered through the cracked and dirtied window pane, greeting me with the burning brightness of Phoenix, Arizona. I fell out of my makeshift bed, my clumsiness doing its darndest to rid the world of me forever. Still in my pajamas, grey plaid cotton pants and a sports bra from the corner store down the ro

It was my first day of high school, and my cuts were hurting again.  Today was going to be nightmarish.   The reason I had cuts in the first place, is because of my father.  He is the worst father anyone could ask for.  He gets drunk every night, and then sometimes he gets out his knife or whip. (The whip more often the not.)  Then he would start whipping me.  It was so painful! You’d think I would have told someone by now, but I was a wimp and I didn’t want to make my dad anymore angry with me than he already was. To make matters worse, my dad was going to kill me if I caught him doing anything like he was doing.  And when I s

"Edward, I'm scared. What if he doesn't take it well? What if he does something rash? Omigosh Edward! What if he shoots you!?" Edward just shook me and told me to calm down. I looked up into his eyes, and I was instantly calm as he knew I would be. He leaned forward and kissed my nose. "You worry way to much, love. I have a feeling Charlie isn't going to be to difficult." "How do you know?" I objected. My fears from before were starting to arouse. "I have a plan. I'm going to call Jasper and Emmett, and then they are going to help me tie Charlie to a chair. When we put the duck tape over his mouth I'll tell him. Or you can tell him do what