Thanks to the wonderful ilsuocantante for taking her time and reading this for us. We can't even tell, how much we appreciate her help.
Disclaimer: This belongs to Stephenie Meyer, we belong to Edward Cullen.
The story takes place in Newcastle, England (most of the time), because we all love British accents, don't we?
The title of this story is borrowed from Mr. Ryan Adams who doesn't have, but can imitate, a British accent fairly good.
Preface
there it is
we are only one push from the nest
we are only one argument from death
the sun rises, but the sun also sets
(The Sun Also Sets – Ryan Adams)
The room was dark and damp, located in a basement far away from everything. She could scream and shout as much as she liked – nobody would ever hear her. After hours the screaming stopped and she began to cry. I didn't mind any of it. Every bit of her fear satisfied me, made me even stronger.
"Say goodbye to Pretty Boy," I whispered to her, my fingers trailing her cheekbone, enjoying her hopeless attempts to get out of my reach. "Because tomorrow won't be pretty."
"NO!" she screamed, yanking on the chair, tugging at the bonds, falling flat to her side and then fidgeting on the floor like a bug, unable to get on its feet again. My smile grew wide. I imagined this would be good, but that it worked out so amazingly well and turned out to be so much fun was a nice surprise.
Once again I took in everything about her. Her shocked, broken expression, her tormented eyes, the beautiful yet scratched face. Very pleased with myself, I closed the door of the chamber behind me and went to go have some fun with Pretty Boy.
