Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Why does it seem like time moves slower while Edward was away? Why did he have to leave? Where did he go? I wonder what he's up to……
Not hunting, he would have told me if his thirst had to be quenched, he always did. But this time he didn't tell me what he was doing…..
Flashback
"Bella, love I won't be gone long, I'm sure you can find something to do while I'm gone," his velvety voice sang.
"You're avoiding my question, Where are you going?"
" Nowhere you need to concern yourself with," he said with such sincere truth, I gave up the argument.
End of flashback.
Oh well, there were chores to be done, and I was promised an arrival by Edward at 3:00. I glanced at the clock, ridiculously hoping that time sped up and it would only be moments until a certain bronze haired vampire walked through my door. No such luck, it was only twelve. I started doing the laundry, and thought about my upcoming wedding. What would it feel like walking down the aisle? Will I trip and fall? Will Edward make me dance? Is Emmett going to embarrass me? Then I found myself answering my oh-so-obvious questions; I will be nervous, I will most likely fall, Edward will definitely make me dance, and Emmett will be Emmett.
After those thoughts escaped my mind, I began to think back to the first days of Edward's relationship with me. His constant jokes about my klutzy nature, how he would ridicule me if I fell, and how whenever he left, he would make a joke about hurting myself doing an everyday task. I sighed and turned around to pick up the laundry basket, but when I bent down to grab it, I lost my balance and fell backwards; my butt going into the open door of the washing machine. I was stuck there, because no matter how hard I tried to wriggle myself free, I couldn't move. The washing machine was old, and had a small hole, in which you put the clothes in, the very hole my sore butt was stuck in now. On top of that, my baggy sweatpants had caught on to the mechanism in the washing machine.
What had I just been thinking about; Edward making fun of me for my klutzy ways? I specifically recall him saying "Don't fall in", when I mentioned doing the laundry while he was away. I groaned, I was never hear the end of this if I didn't get out before he got home. Once again, I tried to wriggle myself free, but I ended up scratching my back on the mechanism in the washing machine. I could feel the sting on my back as blood began to ooze from the scrape that was burning because of the left over fabric soap and bleach. I started to hyperventilate, where was Edward? Why hadn't Alice seen this? It hurt, and I could feel the blood trickling down my back. I glanced at the clock, it was only twelve thirty.
Just then my front door opened, and I heard Edward, "Bella? Alice told me you needed me, but wouldn't explain why."
"I'm in the laundry room!" I yelled frantically, my voice shook because of the pain.
"What's…" he stopped his sentence when he saw me and started laughing. How could he not smell the blood? But then he did and started to apologize, "What have you done? Why are you bleeding? Bella, sweetie, are you okay? I'll get you out." He began to pull me out but I winced, because apparently some of my skin was pinched in the mechanism along with my sweats.
I cried out in pain, "STOP! OWWWWWW"
"Bella I'm sorry! What is it?"
"My sweatpants are stuck, and my skin is pinched in the mechanism!" I didn't know how he was going to get me out, but I knew he would. He wouldn't let his fiancé sit in a washing machine for more than 30 minutes, right? My back stung, my butt hurt, and I could feel bruises forming all over. I really was a disaster. I couldn't do laundry without injuring myself! Laundry! Edward wasn't so wrong for believing I could get hurt doing everyday tasks.
Finally Edward spoke," Bella, I'm going to have to cut your sweat pants off around the mechanism." What? Cut my sweatpants off? Okay I knew eventually Edward would see me without clothes, but I imagined it to be a little more romantic. Not because I was stuck in a washing machine. Edward sighed and kept talking, "I know that it's going to be awkward, but I have to get you out, especially because you have an open wound and there is bleach seeping into it." This was not going to be fun.
A/n: This is my first story. Plz read and review. Be honest. I wanna know if it sucks. It is not finished yet, as I'm sure you can tell. I just wanted to see how much response it would get first.