{time skip - 3 weeks - back in Forks - short chapter - filler on what happened with Bella and Kennedy when they got back to Forks}
When we got back to Forks, Bella decided, like always, to be a bitch. She went on a full ass rant about how I can't just leave town without telling her and how I'm such a bad mom for not taking my kids to Ireland the first week. Insult me all you want but never doubt my abilities as a mother. That makes me want to hurt you.
"Isabella," I shouted. "Do not ever call me a bad mother. Just because you're too incompetent to understand or empathize with how hard it is to be a full time mom while also trying to balance a good education for you and your kids does not give you the right to be a fucking cunt. Shut up. Nobody cares about your opinion."
"Charlie would be so disappointed if he knew what you did and how you talked to people, to me," she yelled at me. "He would probably even kick you out." Okay now she's just grasping onto whatever comes to her small ass brain.
"I told Charlie," I smirked. "He thought it would be a good idea for me and Jaz to get away for a while. We were under a lot of stress. He agreed we needed some time just to ourselves. He also doesn't care how I talk to people, especially you."
She said nothing, her mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. I heard a click and looked over at Emmett. He was holding a camera.
"Dude," I laughed. "Did you just take a picture of her to turn into a meme?" He nodded, laughing with me. "Is it a good one?" He nodded again, unable to form words from the force of his laughing.
Bella, who didn't have superhuman hearing, was confused. She didn't understand how I was talking to Emmett when he was on the other side of the field. I guess I forgot to tell her I'm part vamp. Ope. Oh well. Need to know I guess.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asked. "Quit pretending to talk to Emmett in order to get out of this conversation!"
I rolled my eyes at her and went to walk away. That's when she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back. I fell backwards, landing on my ass at her feet. She started yelling at me, calling me a bad mother, liar, whore, and every other name in the book. She was kicking me in the ribs, scratching at my face, dragging me by my hair, and overall just destroying me. I couldn't fight back. I couldn't move. This was exactly like him. He was here. Maybe not physically but he was here. In her. I will never escape him.