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Chapter 2
Having banged my head against a wall in Alice's room for ten minutes, I found that it does not, in fact, help return one to one's senses at all.
After those slow ten minutes, I found myself in the kitchen, knife in hand, and an assortment of vegetables to my right. Food always helped me take my mind off things, not that I enjoyed eating-i found it boring- but preparing something of any sorts helped.
As my thoughts strayed from my present, the large silver knife slid under the folds of my skin to the sensitive bones in my hand.
Before I had time to scream and take in the sight of the copious amounts of blood spilling from my deep wound, my own blonde angel was rushing me up to his office, and binding my wound at a rate my own eyes couldn't take in.
I looked at my poor bandaged hand, shaking my head at my stupidity.
"Thanks, good old Doctor Cullen saves the day...again." I said with a sad smirk. I dared a glance to his porcelain face.
His eyes were dancing with gentleness and a hint of playfulness.
"Well, it would be terribly heartless and unforgivably cruel to leave an injured little bird to bleed. Hmm?"
"True...Thank you again..."
He gripped my chin sweetly and gently, turning it up.
"it's never a problem, my dear."
An idiotic quiet giggle erupted from my throat, as it always does when I'm nervous.
Slipping from his desk, and out of his reach, I padded over to to the oak door, leading to the stairs. My hopes of escaping the blonde angel where fading faster by the second as I heard the gentle foot falls of said man.
Oh come on. Just let me go and eat. Ok just a few more steps aaaaand-
"Wait...Robyn."
Shit.
Not daring to turn, I simply froze in mid step, causing me to stumble for a moment.
"Y-Yes, Sir?" oh good gracious. Why can't I talk straight?!
"Sweetheart...why won't you say it?" he asked from behind me. I didn't dare turn, and kept my eyes on the hard wood floor.
"W-What?" ...seriously? Why can't I talk?! His man sees you as a bloody daughter for goodness sakes!...oh not the best pun I've made in my mind...
I felt icy stone hands placed on my tiny shoulders, turning me back around to face their owner. A gentle death touched finger guided my chin up, raising my eyes to my angel's face.
"You have still not called me by my name, Robyn." He smiled at my slight blush before continuing."With Bella, she called me Carlisle from the start. But with you, little bird, you have always referred to me as "Sir", " ", "Doctor Cullen" or just "Doctor" but I have never heard you speak in such ways with the rest of my family. It almost seems that just before you call my title, you have a bad taste in your mouth..you look a but put off from calling me formally. So tell me, why the formality, and why have I never heard my first name from your mouth?"
Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts. In the past, each time he shot me an intrigued look, or silently asked me about my formality, I would somehow glide around it. But this time, I was cornered.
Taking a stuttering breath, Ibegan my explanation.
"It's because you hold such a high position in this Coven...and you are at least a thousand times better than me and my 'delicate' human form. I mean that truly, but I somehow think I'm the only one who recognizes that" I brought my eyes fully up to his, showing him my true sincerity,"I refer to you as a high ranked individual, because that is EXACTLY what you are." he moved to interrupt and protest, but I held a small finger up to his lips.
"Truly, you are the most admirable, compassionate, kind, fascinating, and most handsome man I have ever had to upmost pleasure of meeting. The power you hold over everyone in this family, though subtle, is so powerful, I do not think they could manage without that mysteriously powerful Doctor Cullen. That is why I have never uttered your first name, it's because I don't deserve to, and I'll never be good enough to."
I held my stare steady: I didn't look away, I barely blinked, and a kept a watchful gaze on his emotions.
Finally, the handsome man in front of me raised his golden, bewitching eyes to meet my own.
"Robyn..."he began," Robyn, I don't deserve such praise. As for the subject that you brought about, that you are not deserving to utter my name, is completely wrong. You are interesting, you are beautiful, curious, mysterious, full of tales, flooding with humor, and you never cease to brighten my day."
Though a threatening blush attempted to rise to my cheeks, I held it in check. My gaze inched to his.
"Why does it bother you so much that I won't say your name?" I asked softy.
I felt icy strong arms curl around my tiny waist, my head tucked under the Cullen patriarch's chin.
"Well you see..." he whispered into my noir hair, "I may have skipped over the part where you have bewitched my mind since you first danced into my study with Alice," He spoke so softly, it made my
knees weak and my heart stutter, "I might have forgotten to add that I have always wanted to hear my name from those beautiful lips of yours because your voice is like the most refined wind chime caught in and early morning breeze. I wish to have you say my name, because you are on the same level as me, you are so much more extraordinary, than you give yourself credit for..."
I pulled away from the stone embrace, turning my head away: my arms around my middle and my eyes downcast with threatening tears pooling in them.
"No...no one else seems to think so, " I walked away from him, standing in front of his study window, playing with the bandage," I'm...I'm not really that special. Im just that girl that seems to attract trouble. No one understands that I'm just trying to make sense of this sick world we live in!" My voice cracked and began to raise on its own accord. Memories of my parents' death flooded into my minds eye, and those damn tears wouldn't be restrained any longer.
"No one knows really knows what it feels like to have your insides mentally torn out and carelessly put back in! NO ONE ELSE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE TO HAVE YOUR HEART STOLEN AND BURIED IN THE GROUND! NO ONE SEEMS TO GET IT THAT I'M JUST TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THIS GOD DAMN TWISTED WORLD AROUND ME THAT SEEMS TO CHANGE AT EVERY CHANCE IT GETS! AND TAKES AWAY ANYTHING BRIGHT IN MY LIFE! THESE TEARS HAVE BEEN HELD IN TOO LONG BECAUSE I CAN NEVER SHOW THEM TO ANYONE WITHOUT FEELING AS THOUGH I'M TALKING TO A MANNEQUIN AND IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY THAT I CAN'T TELL ANYONE HOW I FEEL!" Tears were streaking my cheeks, my face buried in my hands.
"I-I I'm so sorry Sir...I-I just...I just-I just couldn't keep it in a-any l-Ionger...I-I'm s-sorry I-" Stammering, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn't stand it, I ripped myself from his conforming company and ran out of his study, down the stairs, and into the living room, where I continued to sob for the next hour.
My eyes were raw and my nose was pink. My hair was a mess and my arms wet with tears.
"oh good gracious...I'm always such a bloody mess..."
Sniffling, I padded into the open kitchen; a need of water growing in my throat and perhaps some non bloodied food...Only to find a steaming cup of tea and two smoldering raspberry muffins.
My eyes snapped around the room; But there was no one there.
"Carlisle...what would I do without you..." I sighed quietly.
Picking up my muffin, I wondered how the Cullens knew how to cook...its not like they can eat human food. However as my teeth sunk into the dough, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted perfect. But...they were too much like my moms.. My poor dead mom.
A new bout of tears burst from my eyes. My hands instantly going up to cover my face.
Before I could register, firm gentle arms snaked around my tiny form. Whispers of kindness were slipping through my ears.
Turning around, I latched onto my blonde angel, burying my face into his eatable chest.
"I'm- I'm ...I... I'm sorry...again mr. Cullen...I'm such..su-such a f-fool..." I stuttered out, trying to ignore the inappropriate heat between my legs from his arms being around me. God Robyn. Pull it together.
"Don't apologize." Removing my wet face from my hands, Carlisle tilted my chin up, holding my cheeks in his palms.
"Don't you dare apologize."
I let out a sob at his words, my shoulders heaving uncontrollably. I clung to his once crisp, light blue shirt, now rumpled, and wet from my tears.
"Do you hear me, my Little Bird? Do not apologize." He demanded looking straight into my puffy eyes.
Slowly, he gently kissed my running tears away with his soft, cold lips. The tears were replaced with a heated blush that a cadaver could feel.
"Th-thank you. I'm better now, Sir. I...I should go." I mumbled. Just as I was starting to leave the kitchen, he said something quietly, I almost didn't hear it. But I did, and i froze.
"You said my name..."
A/N:REVIEW! Soo he heard her hmm? What will happen our little Robyn confesses something to him?
