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This story is Rated M for strong language, drinking, abuse and sexual comments (innuendo).
If any of those are sensitive subjects, I suggest you read no further.
Since this is Rated M, I don't advise young teenagers read this story. I am not able to control what people read, but I hope that you all are smart enough to know if your not of age for the M rating, then move on and don't give a second glance
This story will NOT have Lemon's. But there will be slices of Orange, which is what I consider detailed kissing scene's, and talk of sex between characters. I am not yet courageous enough to post Lemon's at this time, and no, I will not except any offers of people writing them for me.
This will mostly be in Edward's point of view, which is really cool for me because most of my stories are in Bella's, but I think that this story is for Edward, and it's probably better to see things in his perspective, considering the life story I've got planned.
ALSO! You all might be confused, I was going to Name the story; New Day, but it just didn't fit when I thought about it.
Full Summary-
Edward, 23, and a Med Student has been caught up with his brutal past ever since he was adopted by the Cullen's. Will one summer with Bella Swan, former Cambridge student and friend of Alice, be enough for Edward to find true love, or will his unwillingness to let go of the past tear them apart? AU, BxE, Rated M for Language and Abuse.
Disclaimer- S. Meyer owns all things Twilight.
EPOV
Every since I could speak the word 'doctor', I knew that was what I wanted to be.
When I was a five, my father had wanted me to become a lawyer. At such a young age he pounded it into my head that I had to be a lawyer. That wasn't my dream, I wanted to be a doctor. I've always loved the thought of helping people that were injured or hurt. It made me happy just thinking about it, so I only imagined how happy I would be living that dream.
Ever since I could remember, my father was a drinker, and I knew this when I was six and he would come home in pure rage. He would drink for hours with his buddies and then come back, wrecking the house and throwing dishes, even my mothers prized precious moments that he would buy her. She would tell him to stop, to calm down, but he never listened, it only made him more angry when she ' told him what to do'.
She would hide me in the closet, in my bedroom, or tell me to go outside and play, and I knew that made him angry. I was a big disappointment to him, and he made it known that I was, he walked around the house telling me that I was a screw up. When I was four my mother enrolled me in classes to play piano, and I loved it. He hated that I held a talent that his dead father had.
I was ten when he first hit me, and twelve the first time he actually broke a bone. He was angry because his life didn't turn out like he wanted, I knew that was the reason why he drank and acted the way he did. At the time, we were slowly losing our home when he was laid off his job, and my mother tried her hardest to get money working at the local super market, it just wasn't enough.
He'd never beat my mother, but he beat me infront of her. She would scream and cry at him to stop, and even try to intervene, but he would only push her away and make it harder on me. It did no use for her to see me like that and he never swayed hearing her screams. I had endless scars on my back from the terrible lashings from his belt, that was when he was extremely angry.
If my grades weren't straight A's in my report card, he would beat me. If I forgot to mow the lawn and weed wack along the wrought iron fence, he would beat me. My mother was always working while he was out drinking, and I was in charge of keeping the house clean. It was an endless list of chores, and if one was missed, the day ended badly.
I had to do all of the laundry, give them clean sheets every Tuesday, make sure his office was spotless, the bathrooms were cleaned every two days, bed made every morning for our bedrooms, kitchen spotless and floors mopped everyday, living room vacuumed and leather couch clean. The list went on forever, and it was hard keeping my grades up between having time to study and clean the house. He made things hard on me on purpose, he enjoyed watching me struggle because he wanted to prove I wasn't perfect.
When I was fourteen, I had to go to the hospital when he broke four of my ribs from kicking me so hard with his black penny loafers, that was the first time I had to be admitted to a hospital because of my beating. After that day, I told my mother that I didn't want her to watch him do that to me, because it was only making her fade. I told her that it was no use sitting and crying when he didn't give a shit.
I learned to toughen up and take everything like a man, I started shoving him back when he would get too rough, cuss him out when he would try and make me feel small. I would never try to be-little my children. Ever. I feared him, but I wouldn't show it.
At fifteen, the gym teacher saw the bruises on my back, and he'd called my parents after I reassured him that I was extremely clumsy and bruised easy. It was the first time anybody had noticed anything, when my face, neck or arms were bruised, my mother would cover it up with her makeup. He called anyways, ignoring my begging. That night was the worst beating I had ever gotten, and I could feel my ribs broken inside of me.
I was locked into my bedroom afterwards, blood caked on my back from where the sharp knife sliced my skin. I'd fallen asleep in a very uncomfortable position, but it the only escape to everything. When I'd awoke, all I could hear was the sound of yelling and an ambulance siren, the red and blue lights shining in my bedroom through my window. The sky dark and the moon full.
The police men had come to me after about five minutes of confusion, Chief Police Charles Swan was the one who came into my bedroom. I'd only been wearing my jeans and he was literally terrified when he looked at my condition.
When he had helped me out of bed and we walked through my house, I saw my mother with her arms around her knee's, crying into them as my fathers dead body lay on the ornate rug they had recieved as a wedding gift from my grandparents. There was a single stab to the center of his neck, the familar kitchen knife sticking straight out. Blood was splattered everywhere, on my mother and on the floor and ceiling from what I could see.
" She can't hurt you anymore."
They thought that my mother was the one who had been doing all of the beating to my body.
When she had saw me, she had immediatly came to me, her arms wrapping around my body tightly, It hurt when her hands touched my cuts, but she held onto me anyways, her tears falling on my chest. The police men were wide eyed when I hugged her back, trying to get her to sit back down. My ribs were screaming, my whole body was screaming in pain, but I held onto the person I loved most.
" I had to do it, baby. I couldn't stand it any longer." was all she said.
I'd awoken in the hospital two days later. I'd been kept sedated and my back was stitched up as well as the cuts on my stomach and my abs were covered completely. They fixed the cut on my lip and bandaged up the cut on my temple. There was a doctor in the room when I awoke, he had blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked very happy to see me awake, but very upset at the same time.
My body hurt everywhere, and my head was pounding uncomfortably. My arms were covered in bandages and it hurt to move them, luckily I had no broken arms, but my ankle hurt badly. The doctor had taken a seat on a chair, looking at me and holding a chart.
" Edward...How are you feeling? You've been asleep for two days."
" It hurts." I rasped out with a dry throat.
He grabbed a cup of water with a straw and held it towards me. I drained half of the cup and he set it down. I coughed once, and immediatly regretted it. My ribs and stomach muscles screamed in protest.
" You might want to try and hold in those coughs for a while. I'm Dr. Cullen, I am your doctor for you stay here. I have to say, Edward, you were in very bad condition when you got here a few nights ago. Us doctors had a job on our hands." he said.
" Where's my mother?"
" She is in police custody for questioning. A sheriff will be here later on today to talk to you also about what happened. Now, how about I tell you whats going on, okay?"
I nodded.
" When you came here and got an examination, you had five broken ribs. Which was the first thing we had taken care of. You had a pretty deep cut on your lip, and a pretty basic cut on your temple. We also found in an x-ray that your ankle had been broken at some point, and it hadn't set properly as it healed, so we had to re-break the bone for it to heal correctly. The lacerations on your back were also very bad, and we had to use stitches and also had to stitch a few that were on your stomach, and we had just decided to wrap you completely up so it could heal. You probably feel like a mummy." he said, joking at the end.
" I feel like shit." I stated bluntly, my voice rough.
" You'll be okay, Edward, I'll make sure of it."
One question was nagging at me, and I had to ask him.
" Dr. Cullen, what's going to happen to me?"
" Well, right now questioning is still going on, and I am more focused on how you are going to heal and get better. I'm sure your mother will be free, you claimed that she did nothing, and so far the police have told me that she claims she hadn't ever hurt you. I am guessing that after the Chief talks to you, that things will get more permanently settled. Don't worry too much, okay, just focus on healing. Would you like the television on?"
I shook my head and laid it back down with a sigh.
The Chief Police of Seattle came in at around seven, dressed completely in uniform with his brown hair combed off to the side. He looked like a nice man, and I recognized him as the person that had found me in my bedroom those few days ago. He introduced himself, though I already knew his name, and sat down to ask me some questions.
Most of it was about all of the beatings I had recieved, about when it had started and the extent of where it went. He also asked me about my father's drinking habits, and how a normal day would go. It was sad to say that going to school, cleaning the house inside and out, dealing with a beating from my drunk father and going to sleep bloodied and beaten was normal for me.
He was very understanding, and he listened to everything I had to say, and when all of the questions were over, he told me that basically everything I had mentioned matched up with my mothers words. He told me that when I was asleep, my father had come at my mother and she had bruises on her stomach and and on her arms in the shape of his fingers. His death would be deemed as self defense, not murder.
The next few days in the hospital were quiet, Dr. Cullen was a nice man and he would come in and talk with me. I felt wary to be around him though, as I was around alot of adult men. They were very capable to hurt me, and I wouldn't put it past anyone.
I had been in the hospital for a week when Dr. Cullen had been the one to come into my room to deliver the news about my mother. I thought it was just a normal daily visit, but I was wrong. She had told the policemen that she wanted to move on, and broaching the subject about me, she said that putting me into a foster care was best, that someone else would love me and take care of me.
No longer had I been sad.
I was angry at her for giving me up after everything I'd went through.
She never came to say goodbye, and she was apparently planning on a fresh start in Chicago. After hearing that information, I never heard another word about her. The feeling of abandonment was intense, and the anger I held was even worse.
I refused to eat, lashed out at the nurse's and even snapped at Dr. Cullen, who never even took it to heart. It kind of made me angry that he didn't get pissed at me when I lashed out, all he did was sit pleasantly, occasionally talking about his daughter and son.
Most of the time I laid there, taking small breaths. It hurt to breath, and I could almost hear the grating sounds when I took deep breaths. The broken ribs hurt like a bitch
A month in the hospital had been torture, and that was when my ribs were starting to heal. My ankle was now in a brace instead of a cast, and it was healing quickly. I was scared for what was to come after this, soon I would be sixteen, nobody wants to adopt a sixteen year old.
Dr. Cullen still visited me regularly, and even though I was distant, he never stopped an effort to get me to talk back to him. I would give him a hello, and he would still talk about his family, also telling me that I had to eat because I was losing weight and I had already been considered underweight.
It was a few weeks before my Birthday that Dr. Cullen had brought his wife here to see me, and she looked as happy as a kid in Disney World. I felt uncomfortable when she sat down and introduced herself as Esme. I didn't talk much with her, but she was just like her husband, she still kept up an effort.
" It's so nice to meet you, Edward. My husband speaks so highly about you." she said.
I nodded and pulled at my hair.
Ever since that day, Esme came to visit me regularly at the hospital, atleast three times a week. I had no idea why this couple was trying so hard to win me over. I was a charity case, a bother, and they seemed to want to be around me and help me in ways they couldn't.
I was battered and bruised, I was the remains of what my father left. A teenager with scars that would scare anyone away.
I would mumble a hello, and she would just talk and talk, never running out of things to say. She would bring me some homemade food she made, and it was damn better then the food they had here. Even though I felt as if the world were out to get me, she seemed to be okay and I was thankful for everything she and her husband had been doing for me.
Once she brought her daughter Alice. She turned fourteen just before I turned sixteen, and she had blue eyes and dark hair. Alice was a really girly girl, and I knew it from the moment I met her, and she was talkative, it must run in the family.
After two full months in the hospital, my ribs had healed, my ankle was no longer broken, and all I had were a few healing cuts that were better. On July 21st, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen told me that they wanted to adopt me, and that they would be very happy if I could be a part of their family. I knew that there had been a reason why they stuck around, but I never imagined that.
The papers were filed and everything, and I was introduced to my new 'big brother', Emmett, who was about a year older then me. I was scared in my own life, I was wary of Emmett and Dr. Cullen, who told me to call him Carlisle. Esme and Alice were okay, though, I knew they never would lay a hand on me, although Alice was very into giving hugs.
She was the Cullen that I had really confinded in. Alice would ask me about my past, and I would give her answers sometimes. She knew that I had been beaten, anybody with eyes could see that I'd clearly been hit and gone to hell and back. I was able to talk with her alot. and I think Esme and Carlisle were atleast happy that I'd talked to someone.
Emmett was nice, and respectful. He let me be, and I immediatly liked the fact that he gave me space. The only time I really saw him was when he was with his girlfriend in the living room, or raiding the cabinets in the kitchen.
My room was on the highest floor of the house, which gave me completely solitude. It was weird living with my doctor, but I got used to it after awhile.
In August I was enrolled in the public school, which was different because I'd attended private schools my whole entire life. We had discussed school many times, and they said that it would probably be better to go to a school where Alice and Emmett were, because alot of questions would be asked if I went back to my old school.
My junior year was pretty brutal to say the least, I was the kid they heard about on the news, the one who's mom killed his dad. They talked about my scars, which pissed me the fuck off and I even got a good hit on Newton when he was making fun of me in the hall. He asked me what end of the belt I got.
Well, asshole, I got the buckle end, want to see the scars?
Emmett had to forcefully pull me off of him, to which I had a panic attack and had to leave the school. Feeling his hands on my arms, gripping tightly and pulling on me. I felt like I was being closed in on, and I had to leave. It was later that I found out that I'd broken both his jaw and nose. Carlisle paid for all the expenses.
Alice tried her best to keep up with me, making me feel comfortable at school. She'd even gotten me to try out for track. I found that running had been very therapeudic for me, and it helped me focus on something new for once. I could find a way to focus on something that didn't piss me off.
As years went on, I stopped caring about where my mother was, and how I was going to deal with things, I focused on school and track, and trying to attempt to build a relationship with Carlisle. I'd been going to therapy for awhile, learning to deal with my past and get over my fear of father figures. Not everyone was out to hurt me, and I learned it in time.
Esme and Carlisle never faltered, and they treated me just as they did Alice or Emmett. They were a little more cautious, but they always told me that they loved me, and while I didn't believe them, I did in time. I wouldn't call them mom and dad, but they knew why I couldn't do that. It just wouldn't feel right. My father was dead and my mother was god knows where.
The summer after my senior year, I went onto pre-med, and have already finished my first year of medical school at the University of Washington. I may not be a normal person, I'm shy and soft spoken, but it's who I am, and only a few people can except me for it. I wouldn't let myself fade just because another person thought I was a scarred freak.
They just didn't understand.
~\\~
At the age of twenty three, almost twenty four, I am content, but still struggling with life.
Emmett is twenty five, and he has one more year of Law School until he can apply for jobs, and he is now engaged to his highschool sweetheart, Rosalie Hale. Normally, Emmett would have just finished with law school this year, but he'd taken a year off after highschool. He and Rosalie have been engaged for two years already, and Emmett is still living here at home, and is planning to until he is done with school and steady, then they are going to settle down and plan their wedding.
Alice, who is almost twenty two, is in fashion design school in Vancouver, and even though I miss her often, I know that she is out there trying to make something of herself, and I am truly happy for her. She is currently dating my college roommate, Jasper Whitlock.
I've already finished Pre-Medical School, getting my four year undergraduate degree and passing the MCAT with flying colors, and just finished my first year of Medical school at the University of Washington to become an Emergency Room Doctor. This August and until Medical School is over, I will be doing my residency.
I'd gotten into Harvard Medical, Cambridge, NYU and Dartmouth, but I ended up staying close to home. It made me feel better knowing Carlisle and Esme were just fourty minutes away from my campus. They were both perfectly fine with my decision in college choice, knowing it was probably for the best.
About a year ago I broke up with a girl from a second relationship, Victoria. When I'd met her I was immediatly swept away by her beauty, but I soon realized that it was on the outside, not on the inside. She was very noisy and she asked me too many questions about my past, and while I would eventually say something, she was relentless and annoying. She ended up sleeping with the Washington Huskies Mascot and told me about it, shoving it in my face that atleast he had given her sex, something I was unwilling to give.
I'd had one sexual encounter. That was in senior year with my first girlfriend Tanya Denali, that relationship ended quicker then it had started. She was a little bit too into me, always clinging to my side and very into the PDA and physical things. I wasn't as interested in any of that as much as she was. She was heartbroken when I broke up with her, but it was better that way.
Now it's the summer of '08 and school let out May 13th, Tuesday, and I was heading home for the summer, obviously not wanting to stay in my dorm. My roomate is Jasper Whitlock, who quickly became my friend when we started rooming together a few years ago. He is attending UW for Law. Jasper lives close to where I do, and he had come over a bit during the summer, and the moment he met Alice, it was history.
We carried our prized television to the car, being exremely careful. Jasper was keeping it with him for the summer, which he was ecstatic about. He'd never had a television in his bedroom. All of his life he went to a private school and his parents were very strict about raising him.
Jasper didn't know much about my past. I never told him anything really, and he wasn't a prying kind of person, which was great because rooming together was fine. We got along great even from the beginning.
My clothes were packed up, along with all of my other things and they were being stuffed into my Volvo, along with Jasper's things. He lived in downtown Seattle with his parents, and since he didn't have his car here I offered him a ride back. Less gas for everyone.
Once we were in the car he buckled up and I hopped onto the highway.
" Hey, do you remember that girl that Alice mentioned a few times. The one she met her first year that lived in Vancouver for school, but moved out after sophmore year to attend Cambridge in England."
" I think so. Alice mentioned her once to me."
" She applied the summer after Sophmore year, she was studying in English to become a writer, magazines, newspapers. Well, yeah. Apparently she just graduated and she's coming back to America, she lives in Seattle, but with her dad working, your parents asked her if she would like to stay somewhat with you guys."
I hopped on the highway, swearing under my breath at the silver Honda that cut me off. People these days were in such a hurry, it's not like the world was ending anytime soon. Take time to stop and smell the rose's for fucks sake.
" Why is this so important?" I asked quietly.
Jasper rolled his eyes " A girl, in your house, besides your mother and sister."
" Jasper, I'm just not into relationships right now. I've got school to worry about."
He patted my shouler " Don't be so shy. I need to break you out of this turtle shell. Your only going to be twenty four, don't give up now. I've seen pictures of her, she's really pretty."
" Fake blonde with fake boobs?" I asked with a dark chuckle.
" Dude, she got into Cambridge with a full Academic Scholarship. But, she's really pretty, in a real way."
I put in a CD, ignoring Jasper all together. He glared at me before taking a drink from his Coke and looking out the window. I tapped on the steering wheel as I drove towards home, excited to see Alice for the first time since Christmas. I missed Alice when she was gone, though we talked on the phone often and used Instant Messenger.
When we got to Jasper's, I helped him get his things to his room, saying hello to his mother. She was so stiff, and the music playing in the house was terrible. Jasper needed this television. I knew she wanted to say something when we carried it up, but said nothing. Jasper is grown man, he can have a fucking television in his bedroom.
Once everything was in his room, he said he'd see me later on and I headed on home, which was about twenty minutes away. I drove and drove, waiting to see the familar driveway starting. When I did, I made a right and drove down our long driveway until the house broke through. I sighed and parked behind my father's Mercedes. Esme was waiting on the stairs. It didn't matter that we were less then an hour away, we still didn't see eachother often due to the fact that school is so busy.
I parked the car and stepped out. Esme looked entirely happy to see me, and she started running towards me, her loose carmel swinging in the air before she locked her arms around my waist and held me close. I put my arms around her, hugging her back not to make her feel bad.
" I've missed you so much, precious boy. How are you doing? Are you eating good?"
Esme constantly worried about my eating habits, knowing that in highschool I was very up and down with my weight because of stress.
I pulled away from her and stood awkwardly " Yes."
" Good. Now where is Emmett to help with your things. I know he is here somewhere, he was so excited to see you and Alice. He's been so bored these past few days."
" Eddie!"
I hated that stupid nickname with passion.
He came barelling down the stairs and towards me, obviously forgetting my touching issues. I backed into my car, tensing up immediatly and everyone seemed to stop moving as I stared in pure terror. My blood was cold. I could feel the panic flooding in. Emmett immediatly backed up, an apologetic look on his face.
" I'm sorry." I said quietly.
" No, Edward. Really, I just forget sometimes...Need help with your things? I've already gotten my room finished."
I coughed " Yeah, sure."
When I heard crunching on the gravel, I immediatly knew it was Alice and I looked over, seeing her yellow Porsche. I swear she probably loved that thing just as much as Carlisle and Esme, it has been her prized possession since she got it when she turned eighteen. She stepped out of the car and was next to me in an instant.
" You always beat me...I missed you so much."
She squeezed my waist tightly until she let go, walking over to Esme and Carlisle to greet them. Emmett frowned at her, pretending to be upset that he didn't get a hug.
" Sorry, Edward is the favorite." she said with a laugh
I heard the passenger door open of Alice's Porsche and out walked the most beautiful women I've every seen
Her long chocolate colored hair cascaded in curls over her shoulder and to the middle of her back. It had a little bit of a natural red and gold tint to it, which almost made it look like a mahogany color. Her eyes, well they were the same color, brown, but they were so much more expressive. She was visably wearing makeup, but not too much. Her complexion was also really pale, similar to people here in Washington.
She was taller then Alice, but shorter then my six foot one inch frame. Maybe five foot five inches. She was thin, but healthy with soft curves. She shut the passenger door of my sisters Porsche and stepped towards us.
She was wearing a brown tanktop with a thin tan colored sweater over it that buttoned up, along with a pair of skinny jeans and high heels that matched her sweater.
" Everyone, this is my best friend, Bella. Bella, this is my family."
Esme smiled warmly" Bella, it's so nice to meet you. Alice has said many great things about you." she said, reaching forward to shake her hand.
" It's also very nice to meet you, thank you for opening your home and letting me stay for some of the summer. My father really isn't around much, I would probably be here often anyways."
She had the most adorable british accent that I've ever heard.
" It's a pleasure, any friend of Alice's is a friend of ours. I'm Carlisle this is my wife Esme."
She shook Carlisle's hand and I saw Emmett stick his meaty hand out right infront of her, startling her just the slightest. She reached forward and grasped it her small hand.
" You must be...Emmett? Right?" she asked, shaking his hand.
He nodded " The one and only, I bet Alice speaks amazing things about me. Right, Al."
Bella laughed " Kind of...My father knows you, he's run into you more then a hand full of times when pulled over on streets."
Her father was a police officer?
Emmett blushed and shrugged in embarassment. Him and Rosalie were adventurous in high school, and still when they come to visit. They are anything but embarassed about normally, infact they act proud of it. Esme and Carlisle sure aren't.
When she turned to me, she looked wary and I shot a look at Alice.
" You must be, Edward. Alice talks endlessly about you. It's very nice to meet you."
I shook her hand and quickly dropped it afterwards.
" You, too."
Alice broke the awkwardness by speaking up.
" Alright! Enough with the introductions. We've got lots of things."
" How did you manage to fit your things in that car of yours?" I asked.
" Well, it was no trouble. And Bella here came back to America with a suitcase of clothes and electronics and books. Well, her box of books were sent here."
I nodded.
Everyone helped out putting Alice's and I's boxes in our bedroom. And with working together it went pretty fast. I caught a few glimpse's of Bella, and I was absolutely taken. She was so beautiful, almost too beautiful. I couldn't help but stare at her the whole entire time. It was impossible not to. I'd never found myself thinking about a women as I did her. She was so pretty, but girls like her don't like guys like me.
I saw her standing in the foyer talking to Esme, smiling happily with her suitcase next to her feet on the floor. When Esme spotted me, she nodded me over, asking to speak with me for a moment. I stood next to her, wondering what she needed.
" I hate asking so much of you, Edward. I know that you like your privacy, and I don't want too ask you this. You know that the guest room is kind of a mess and we need to do a little bit of fixing with the walls, and change the carpet. Since we've been re-modeling the basement, we haven't had time to fix it up, never really having a reason to get it done rushed. Because of that, I was hoping that maybe Isabella could sleep in your bed for her stay."
After everything they have done for me, I knew that I had to tell her that it was fine.
" Yeah, sure. I'll just...Stay on the couch."
Esme frowned " I'm sorry, Edward... You just have a nice room, and I don't want to give her Emmett's bed."
I sighed internally. I'd been sleeping on a hard dorm mattress, but I guess I could continue to slum it for Alice's guest.
" It's fine, really."
I walked over to Bella and lifted up her suitcase.
" No, it's fine. I can carry my things." she argued.
" I've got it."
Emmett walked over to us, a big grin on his face.
" Where is she sleeping? If ya'll really have to she can take my bed and I can sneak it to Rosie's at nighttime, just don't tell her parents."
" Emmett, not to disrespect your bedroom, but I think it would be better to sleep in a bed that hasn't..." she trailed off.
" Been defiled." Alice finished " Emmett, you may have not met Bella, but trust me, she knows all about all of you. Especially you Emmett."
Alice's comment made me nervous, but I just led Bella upstairs and down the hall towards the last door, letting her go first up the second set of steps to the third floor.
" It must be very quiet up here." she noted.
" It's nice to get away from the noise."
She smiled at me and I opened my bedroom door. The room was cold and quiet, and exactly hod I had left it before college. I missed all of my music collection and my stereo, I loved music as a kid, along with playing the piano. It brought me great joy.
" Who'd bedroom is this?"
" It's mine. I told Esme you could have my bedroom since the guest room is still not fixed up yet."
" Oh, no. I really can't do that. I'll be here all summer, and I can't take that from you."
She looked like she genuinely felt bad about it, and I immediatly wanted to make her feel better.
I saw the hesitance in her eyes and I set her suitcase down.
" Thank you for carrying my things. I appreciate it."
" In my closet it's a walk in, two sides of shelves so you can just take the right side, and there is a small dresser in there underneath the shelf. Low enough though so your clothing won't be laying on it. Feel free to do that. The bathroom is in the hall to the right. We have to share a bathroom, I hope you don't mind. If you want you can use Alice's or something."
I had four boxes and a suitcase with me. My suitcase held my clothes, and a few pairs of shoes. A small box held my laptop, iPod, iDoc. Another held my movies, a few CD's and books. One had all of my game console's, and the other held all of the cords for said console's.
I walked over to my bed, and the white and amber bed set and saw that everything had been washed, and my mother had even dusted my wrought iron headboard. That thing was a bitch to clean with all of the rose shaped iron that was twisted in an intricate design.
I looked over and saw how she bent down shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear as she took out a few things. She really did not have much clothes. Alice would be taking care of that pretty soon.
She took out a laptop, an iPod and iDoc, and a whole collection of books. She had atleast fifteen books piled in. Bronte, Shakespear, Austen, Hemingway an-
" Bella, don't even pretend you forgot about this box of books. My mom said it got here yesterday in the UPS. I hope you don't mind that I looked through it, but damn you've got about every vampire romance novel in there. I was reading one of the Sookie Stackhouse books, and one had this really hot sex sce-"
" Alice! .Mouth." she growled, sliding the box towards her.
Alice looked at me and smiled widely " I think she reads more then you. Is that even possible?" Alice said, bouncing out of the room.
I said nothing about the books and Bella looked up at me.
" Do you mind if I put this in the closet?"
I shook my head.
I took out all of my game consoles and put them on the coffee table, making sure that the cords were folded up neatly, along with the remotes that were placed in order.
I put the games in the small drawers and grabbed my movies, stacking them on the long shelf that was on my right wall. Once they were in order, I went onto the CD's, working around the room silently as Bella messed around with her things, looking confused as hell. She had a few movies in her bag and I looked over at her as I put a few CD's in their spot.
" You can just stack some of your things on here if you need." I offered, trying to be nice.
Of course she put them on there, farthest away from my things. I put my iDoc in a box in the closet, not needing it because of my stereo. It could play my iPod, and CD's, along with radio. My record player was on a shelf above it.
At around four Bella went downstairs and I continued putting my things away before Emmett told me to get downstairs for dinner. Esme had made a beef and vegetable strew, and it was served on the dining table. I'd missed home cooked meals.
Alice nudged me with her elbow, poking my ribs with a smile on her face.
" Man do you learn to appreciate homemade meals. I'm so glad to be home." Alice said, taking a huge chunk of beef and shoving it into her mouth. I rolled my eyes at her, sighing quietly at my bowl.
Once dinner was finished I helped clean up and went back to my bedroom, hanging my clothes up in my closet. Isabella's were already sorted, but there were maybe only ten shirts. Alice came into my room a bit later, laying flat on my bed with a small smile on her face.
I hung my last shirt and stepped back into my bedroom. Alice sat up and stared at me.
" I saw you looking at her when she stepped out of the car, Edward."
I said nothing.
" I've told her a little bit about you, not about your past, but like highschool and college and stuff. I asked her if she thought you were cute and she blushed. I know that your shy, but she really is a great person, Edward."
" I've got school to worry about. I'm not really looking for a relationship."
Alice shrugged " Anything can happen, it's summer."
Authors Note- So...
This is very different from what I write. Normally I have a happy go lucky Edward, but this one...This is depressedward and lostinmythoughtsward. I hope you like and I would appreciate a review.
This story will be updated every Wednesday. I don't have as many chapers lined up as I do Ambivalence, so I actually have to keep writing and writing.
Bella's Outfit is in my profile, scroll all the way down until you see Deep Into The Darkness Link, and underneath are going to be the future links that I need to post.
