“Bella, I’m going to lunch and I was wondering if you would
join me?” Marcus asked, leaning against the doorjamb of her office. “I’ve got a
case that may need your tender loving care.”
“Sure, Marcus,” Bella said, saving her work on her laptop.
She locked it and grabbed her coat, following her boss out to his sleek, black
Jaguar.
She’d been back at her job for two weeks. Her body was still
sore and in pain from the heartbreak she’d caused, but the distraction of work
made it easier to forget, even if it was only during the day. At home, Bella
drank heavily and cried herself to sleep at night. Seeing the house and the
renovations that they did reminded her daily of how much they cared for her. On
top of that, they still did nice things for her. Even though she’d been cold to
them when they texted her, Edward and Garrett had taken down her Christmas
decorations, leaving her a sweet little love note on the kitchen counter. She
found that once she returned from New York, sending her into a tailspin of
emotions. It made going over to the Banner’s home to end their relationship
that much harder. Then, once she got back from Essie’s, she found another note
in the lockbox in the garage along with her keys from Garrett.
We’re not giving up.
I’m not giving up. What we had was too special … If you ever need either of us.
Please call. We’ll always be there for you.
All my love,
Garrett
All my love,
Garrett
Thankfully, Essie was with her when she found that and kept
her from doing something rash, like hurt herself or put her house on the market
and moving to Antarctica with the penguins.
So, Bella was numb during the day and drunk at night,
drowning her sorrows in scotch and other hard liquors. Anything to help her
forget the safety and protection she received from Edward and Garrett.
“You’re awfully quiet, Bella,” Marcus chided gently while he
drove through the streets of Seattle. Bella sighed, twisting her watch around
her wrist, missing the bracelet that Edward and Garrett gave her. “I know that
you had a rough time in New York, but I’m worried. You can talk to me, Bella.”
Marcus Volturi
Marcus's Jaguar