Here is the second chapter. There are small clues that you may or may not catch of what happens to Bella. Though I'm pretty sure most of you are smart and will figure it out right away. But if you don't and want more, REVIEW!
Chapter 2. Bruises
The next thing I was aware of was the warm breeze brush across my bare breasts. It felt so good. I extended my conscience to the position of my body. I was lying on my back, my left knee curved over my right; my head was turned to the right onto an extremely fluffy pillow. The sheets of the bed were up to my waist, intertwined with my legs. My left hand rested on my stomach while my right was supporting my head. I was so comfortable. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I felt something move on the bed, but I knew it was Edward, so the movement didn't startle me. My eyes fluttered open, and I wasn't at all surprised to be looking into deep topaz. My eyes squinted at the light, and I smiled back at Edward. I would never get tired of waking up to Edward. It was a comfort knowing that he would never leave me now. And I would never, ever, ever, leave him.
I extended my right hand out to him. He took it without hesitation and put it to his cold cheek. It felt nice with the sun warming the left side of my body. He placed his right hand on my cheek and I closed my eyes. I felt him move. I opened my eyes and saw him half leaning over me. He placed his hand over my heart, where the skin was fully exposed. I wanted him to keep it there, so I moved my hand over his. He smiled as if he had just won over the world. I couldn't help but smile back. He pulled himself closer to me and pressed his lips softly to mine. After several wonderful moments, he pulled back and smiled.
"Good morning, love." He greeted me as he caressed my face with the back of his hand. I put my hand on top of his to hold it there.
"Good morning," I whispered. My voice was still thick with sleep.
I placed my arms around his neck. Then he flipped over so I was lying on top of him. I rested my head on his chest. I was at peace here. I had no immediate intentions of moving.
"What would you like to do today?" His chest rumbled beneath my ear as he spoke nonchalantly. "The possibilities are infinite," and he probably meant that in more ways than one, but I ignored it.
I let out a laugh. "Well, I'm guessing that I have a ton of salt in my hair from last night. So first on my list of things to do is a shower," I stared at him, giving him a clue. He smiled my favorite crooked smile. He understood. Good. "Next would be to grab some food," as if to prove my statement, my stomach growled embarrassingly loud. Edward burst into his bear laugh while my face went up in flames.
I glared at him, my face probably the color of a Scarlet Ibis. But my glare didn't last long. He looked at me with so much love as he rubbed his thumb along where my blush probably existed.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I began to get up, but I would've fallen back to the pillows if it were not for Edward's hands already on my back.
"Whoa, head rush," I explained. He was looking a little concerned.
"Are you okay, love?" He asked, his voice ringing with concern.
"Yeah," I answered. "C'mon," I said as I got up and grabbed his hand, pulling him up with me, "I need a shower and there is now way I'm getting all this salt out by myself." He laughed as we walked towards the bathroom.
The water quickly warmed up. The hot water was very soothing, but it was rough in comparison to Edward gently rubbing the shampoo and conditioner into my hair. He rinsed my hair for me. I was too short to help him with his hair, but I soaped him up pretty good. When I was done soaping him, he turned around to give me a passionate kiss. He hugged me close to him while still engaging in the kiss. Another memory to put into the vault. He was a greedy man now. He had access to everything he wanted, and he was going to use it. He couldn't be parted from me for more then five minutes. I didn't mind it one bit.
We broke apart, and he helped wash my body (Looked like he enjoyed it by the glowing, victorious look on his face). He moved to my back and lifted my hair to get my upper back and shoulders.
"You have a bruise," he informed me, discontented.
"Huh," was my genius response. "I wake up with bruises all the time." He didn't know that before.
"It's shaped like a four leaf clover," he laughed.
I laughed, too. "Does that mean I'm lucky?"
"I guess so," he pressed his lips into my neck. I leaned my head the other way, inviting him. He rubbed where, I'm guessing, my bruise was. He barely brushed it, but I still winced at the pain.
He stopped kissing me. "Does it hurt?" He asked, growing immediately protective. He stared into me with fierce protective eyes.
"No," I lied, "just a little tender. It'll be gone in a couple of days. Like the rest of my unexplained bruises," I laughed, but Edward didn't.
I rubbed the back of my hand up and down his arm to relieve the sudden tension. I reached up for a kiss, and he leaned down to give it to me.
We spent another several minutes kissing before the water started to cool and I wanted to get out. He left me alone to get dressed while he went and fixed me breakfast. I was feeling oddly tired. Though I probably slept like a rock. All that swimming last night.
No, nothing happened, just going skibby dipping. It was a romantic moonlit swim. I thought about the way he held me, they way he kissed me, and went red right away. Then I remembered that he was in the kitchen making me breakfast.
I quickly threw on one of the sundresses that Alice picked out. Then I brushed through the tangled monster that was my hair. I took one glance in the mirror and decided I looked okay for the table.
When I walked into the kitchen, Edward was sitting at the table, gazing out the windows that had an amazing view of the ocean. There was a large plate filled with eggs on the transparent glass table. Next to the plate of eggs was a small plate with a couple pieces of toast on it.
He finally looked up at me and smiled.
"Bon a petit," he said in an excellent French accent. I let out a giggle.
I couldn't bare to sit across from him, so I popped a spot right on his lap. He welcomed me with open arms. I leaned my head on one of his broad shoulders and yawned.
"Tired?" He asked curiously.
"No," I lied again, "just wearing off the sleep. This looks good," I said, moving onto a different subject. "I didn't know you were Bobby Flay, too." He laughed at that.
"Just eat," he said, still laughing.
I obeyed and took a big fork-full of eggs. I only took a couple of bites before I started to feel full. Odd. Maybe my metabolism is off. After I was full, (about 10 bites total) I was curious as to what our plans were for the day.
"So," I started conversationally, "What is the itinerary for today?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Well, there is an ocean full of opportunities," I smiled at the terrible pun, he continued, "why don't we start the morning out with a hike? Then to cool off, we could go for a swim," he stopped to smile at me. Perv. I smacked him in the arm and he laughed at me. "But we might have to stop for some lunch. You didn't really eat much," he said disapprovingly.
He gave me the look that said, 'are you going to eat the rest or will I have to shove it down your throat?' I just shook my head.
"No, I'm not hungry anymore. For some reason my stomach can't hold that much this morning." I stared at the plate, imagining why I wouldn't be hungry. I didn't really eat much at the wedding, I didn't really eat all that much on the plane, and I didn't have dinner. I stared at my stomach, scowling, and wondering why it wasn't working right.
Edward laughed at the frustrated expression on my face. Was I really that funny today? Or was he just happy I said no to sex while I'm under the age of 21? In any case, he was floating on Cloud Nine. Works for me.
"Anyway," I said, interrupting his sudden burst in humor, "your plan sounds good." At that, I got up off his lap and grabbed the plate that was still three quarters filled with eggs. But before I could take a step, it was out of my hands. I stared speculatively at Edward who was now at the sink washing the dish. He just smiled back.
"I cook it, I clean it," I found myself laughing.
"That is very human of you to say. I'm sorry to burst your bubble but," I walked over to the sink standing next to him, "it's 'I cook, you clean." I grabbed the plate out of his hands and started rinsing. He sighed in defeat and rested on looking at me while I cleaned. I don't know why, because cleaning dishes doesn't seem all that fascinating to me.
After fighting over who did the dishes, we headed out for our morning hike.
The island was beautiful. There was no doubt about it. I couldn't see all of it last night because a) I had been slightly distracted, and b) it was too dark out. But now I could see everything. The trees and flowers were all filled with vibrant colors and were vividly alive. It was as if they were just born into this world. I couldn't find the flaws. Edward stuck a pure white lily in my hair when we passed by the flowers. I couldn't decipher the emotion in his eyes at that moment when I looked back at him, but by his actions I had a pretty good guess.
He stood in front of me. He gently lifted my chin up where our lips met. I felt one of his hands move around my waist, another move around my upper back. When his hand crossed my spine, I felt a stabbing pain. I wanted to preserve the moment, but Edward felt my eyes clench close and abruptly pulled away.
"All you all right?" I could see the panic sneaking to his eyes. He thought he was hurting me.
"No! No, I'm alright. Just that stupid bruise. I guess this one is a little sensitive," I let out something between a sigh and a laugh. Edward didn't find it at all funny.
I had to change the subject. "How 'bout that swim?" I asked enthusiastically.
Time ceased to exist on the Island. We were always busy doing something. Whether it was our morning hikes, swimming with dolphins, exploring coral reefs, our nightly suit-less swims, or discovering the already-discovered hidden caves, we were cherishing every moment. Not once did we look at a clock or gaze at the position of the sun in the sky. I didn't even notice how much time had passed until Edward had mentioned going home.
We were lying in bed after our shower (clothes had gone M.I.A) together. I was lying on my side (my back hurt too much) with Edwards arms wrapped comfortably around my waist. It felt so natural to have them there.
"How long would you like to stay here?" he whispered into my ear. It tickled.
"Forever," I said jokingly, "but realistically, I don't know. How long have we been here?" How much time had passed? We had been so detached from the world that Russia could have bombed the U.S and we wouldn't have noticed.
"About three weeks," he hugged me closer, if that was at all possible. He didn't want to leave either.
I sighed. More pressing matters invaded my conscience. "Do you think I could give Renee and Charlie a phone call?" I whispered. "Just to say goodbye?" I asked quietly. I gripped his hand for support. Looking for comfort. Without disappointment, it came.
Edward held my hand back. He pressed his lips to the indentation on my collarbone. "If that would make you feel better," He said uncertainly. But that was okay.
I gave a weak nod to show what I wanted. I was suddenly really tired.
"I love you," I turned and whispered to him.
"As I love you, my Bella." We shared one last kiss and he started to hum my lullaby. It may have been five seconds after he started that my lights went out.
This chapter just kinda gives little bits of clues. I've written the third chapter, but I'm not sure if I want to publish it. If you want me to then just tell me. The beginning is quiet, but what starts out as innocent events, turns into an invisble outbreak of war.