“It’s not allowed, Edward. You shouldn’t be here!”
I groaned, covering my head with my pillow, grating my teeth
as Alice’s obnoxious voice filtered into my room. “You’re breaking the rules!
I’m calling Alistair.”
“Put a fork in it, Alice,” Edward snapped. “Alistair knows
I’m here; so does Carmen. This tattling bullshit is completely elementary and
uncalled for. Because of your ‘unintentional’ slip, Bella’s knee was jacked up
and her wrist is sprained. Carmen gave me the thumbs to take her home and spend
the night.”
“Bella gets preferential treatment because she’s the judge’s
darling,” Alice sneered. “It’s unfair!”
“Says the girl who is in the final four,” Edward barked
back. “Go back to your room and worship the devil, you wretched little snot.
Bella’s still sleeping and shouldn’t be disturbed. We got back from the ER
late.” Alice huffed, stomping away and her feet heavily running down the stairs.
I heard my door open and Edward slipped in.
“I’m awake,” I said, rolling out from underneath my cocoon
of blankets. He pouted, walking to me and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Alice’s shrill bark could wake the dead. Besides, I had to pee.” I sat up,
grimacing at every aching muscle. My wrist was swollen and discolored, but
didn’t feel too badly. My knee, though, was in agony. I tested it timidly,
whimpering with each movement.
“Do you need a pain killer?” Edward asked.
“Let me see if I can put weight on it,” I sighed, swinging
my feet over the side of the bed. Edward stood in front of me, holding his
palms out in front of him. I grasped them and let him gently help me to my
feet. I balanced on my right foot and gingerly placed the left on the ground.
It hissed, but it wasn’t too bad. I took a few tentative steps, becoming more
confident as I crossed my bedroom. “I’m okay, but two more ibuprofen wouldn’t
be bad. I’m going to shower and see if that loosens me up.”
“I’ll wait until you get into the shower,” Edward said,
arching a brow. “In case you fall.”
“You are overprotective,” I quipped, picking up a fresh
towel from the linen closet.
“I’m not … just concerned,”
he snorted, giving me a wry little grin. “Go shower, angel. I’ll bring up some
breakfast along with your meds.” I nodded and slipped into the bathroom. Much
to Edward’s dismay, I managed to get into the shower without incident and spent
forty-five minutes washing off the grime of rehearsing and the hospital away. I
felt much better after I was clean and I dressed casually, knowing that I’d be
in a slew of costume changes tonight for the performance finale.
Edward was waiting for me in my room with Jacob and Jasper.
They were talking on Jacob’s phone, using FaceTime. I heard Rose’s voice. “Oh,
is she riled up?” I asked.
“Isabella Marie Swan!” Rose growled. “Put her on the phone,
damn it. I need to kick her ass.”
“Please don’t kick my ass,” I snickered, taking Jacob’s
phone. “I’m injured enough.”
“That hoebag totally kicked you on purpose and she’s getting
away with it. Why are you letting her get away with it?” Rose snarled. “If she
pulls that shit tonight, I’m storming up there and drop kicking her across the
stage. And I don’t think anyone will stop me, damn it!”
“I’m not letting her get away with anything,” I said,
sitting down. Edward handed me a cup of coffee. I took a sip, humming
appreciatively before turning back to Rose. “The way everything happened, it legitimately
could have been an accident. And I want to prove to myself and to her that I
can win without resorting to fucking cheating.” I shot a glare at the three
guys in my room. “She’s done everything to sabotage me, but I’ve come out on
top. Her nonsense is not going to get in my way. I feel much better after my
shower and with ibuprofen, I’ll be fine. I’m fine.”
“She’s still a hoebag,” Jasper grumbled under his breath.
“I’m going to say it. Alice is a raging cunt,” Jacob
blurted. “I know that most women hate that word and for good reason, but it’s
the perfect description for her. Alice is a cunt and a half and needs to have
her ass kicked from here to Lake Titicaca.”
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