Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters, etc.
I found this in the dictionary and had to add it:
Twilight: the time of day just after sunset or before dawn, when the Sun is below the horizon
He kissed my neck and I felt a surge of electricity, I gasped suddenly and shut my eyes. Edward smiled against my neck, I realized that he wasn't going to change me. I pulled away from him –hard as it was for me to do– and looked at him. He was still smiling but he looked slightly alarmed.
"You know I can't…" he began.
"No! I don't know that. I know that you won't!" I cut him off angrily. Why was he always like that? For once couldn't he just trust me! He narrowed his eyes. "It's horrible you not being able to read my mind isn't it." I spat sarcastically.
"Bella, please…" he looked around. I stepped away, Prom night. My most special night all right. I was so angry at him but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I knew that I was always going to be that fragile glass doll to him. Finally I willed myself to look up. Big mistake. His eyes were dark –not thirsty dark– and doing that incredibly unfair smoldering thing again. My legs wobbled and I cursed myself for being so, well, human. I tried to turn away but his hands still had that iron grasp on me.
"Edward." I tried to sound threatening but I sounded more like I had severe laryngitis. He had to fight back a smile and put his solid arm around my waist and started walking –or carrying– me back to the dance. Once again I cursed him for cheating and held onto my feelings of anger, trying desperately to remember just what he had done, or refused to do.
"Whoops, look at the time, I should get back home. You know Charlie worries about me." I said and tried to control my legs, or at least the one that still worked, and force him towards the car. To my surprise he didn't fight me.
He placed me gently in the car and I sat and leaned against the window. I realized I was pouting but at the same time I needed to stay angry and if I looked at him I thought I might melt. He slid into the car silently. I saw Alice come out from the dance and look after our car, her face solemn. It took me a full thirty seconds to realize that he was following the speed limits.
"Not feeling so fast tonight?" I asked coldly.
"It's prom night, cops are everywhere." He spat. Whoa! He's pissed! He was making a small growling sound and muttering under his breath. For about the billionth time that night I found myself cursing my average senses. I watched the millions of trees pass by and felt as if the car was radiating with all of our anger. Suddenly I felt him speed up and then a few seconds later pull over.
He turned to me. "Why!" he practically yelled.
"Why what?" I was honestly was confused but I was still looking out the window apparently studying a small bush next to the car.
He roared. I tensed, he was really angry and I had no idea where I was. Things weren't looking up. I continued to stare at the small bush. I felt him relax and once again began to mutter under his breath. A few seconds later the car was moving and I was home only minutes later. I was terrified of how he was acting. I got out of the car and ran –hobbled as fast as I could– into my house trying to act angry not frightened and weak. Once inside I heard Charlie snoring in the living room. I caught my breath and walked in loud enough to wake him up.
He looked up. "Hey. How was the dance?" He smiled then glanced around looking for the clock. It was ten thirty.
I smiled. "Great!" I managed to sound enthusiastic. "But I was kinda tired so Edward took me home." I explained and gestured towards my leg.
He nodded and I went upstairs. I opened my door and felt hopes I didn't even know I had started to build crumble. Edward wasn't here. I looked out my window and saw darkness.
"Edward." I whispered. I wanted to talk with him, wanted to reassure myself that I would see him again. That he wasn't too angry with me. If he was truly angry at me. I nearly collapsed when I realized that he wasn't coming.
I slowly undressed, brushed out my hair, washed my face, and crawled into bed. I was awake for a while when I heard Charlie's snores coming from the living room again. For some reason that started a wave of emotions. I felt lonely and angry, not just at Edward but at myself. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I thought of Edward as I drifted into sleep.