Hey... Uhm sorry I havent written in a while? As I've said before... Writting is only a hobby for me... NOT a profession. I only do it when I have the time and the inspiration for it.
I would like to thank my latest anonymous reviewer- you made me want to write more to this story so I did... I'll probably write more later since I'm gonna be going out of town and it will be the perfect opportunity for some free time. Well... Enjoy
Edwards P.O.V.
No sooner had I stepped into the saloon did my head strike the door frame and ricochet backward, causing my back to bend quite uncomfortably. I stumbled blindly through the smoke filled haze towards the boisterous, off key chanting of my friend, Emmett.
"Talley ho! Down we go into the depths of the sea! Yo Ho!" Emmett bellowed out in his baritone voice, all the while more than slightly intoxicated. My muscles strained tight against my sun-kissed skin as I had to roughly pull him from the bar stool and out the old rickety doors. His clothes were stained with the stench of sweat, cigar smoke and cheaply bought perfume- which I doubt his new wife would be too happy about.
"Aw come on I was just having an eensy weensy bit of fun before the night was out, you cant blame me now can ya. Seeing as we wont be touchin land for quite a few whiles after tomorow." His rancid breath blew across my face and I couldn't help but gag at the smell. He lost his footing against the brick and stumbled forward with a big "oof!" that soon turned into a moan of pain. Clearly the chilly wind of the night wasn't helping his state as much as I had hoped.
Grabbing the drunkards torn and alcohol stained shirt I quickly hoisted him back up to his feet and we made our way down the back alleyway that one certainly wasn't advised to take alone.
"No but I can certainly blame you for the massive headache I will have in the morning from banging my head on that blasted door frame on the way in." Gently rubbing my hand against the swelling knot upon my forehead, I cast a glare at his ruffled locks and I hoped it would pierce through his skull.
With that he began laughing and sputtering so much that he choked on his own spit and I had to beat the life back into him. "Nobody said that you had to come and get me!" He chortled, "you're not my keeper."
"Could've fooled me, the way you have been acting like an animal in heat the way you chase girls. Have you forgotten your duty to your wife?" He looked at me with a sullen expression and he knew I was right.
"Yes well you aren't the one that had an arranged marriage. Do you know how hard it is to love someone that you don't know a thing about. I know I make her unhappy, but that's her and her parents problem. Maybe one of these days they will realize that I have no intention of ever loving her and will allow us to get on with our lives." His eyes turned sad and slightly frustrated and I couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor guy.
I nodded a few times, "well lets get a move on then. Now that you've sobered up enough I trust you can walk the few steps to your house from here." We now stood in front of his small one story cottage in the middle of a peaceful wood. He opened the gate that screeched in protest and obviously needed to be oiled. I watched him slowly stumble up the stones and into his house in which he closed the door loudly, in a way that I don't think was intended.
Mkkk I'm tired of writing... next chapter might be up by Wednesday though. Hopefully... and I hope you enjoyed this. Also It will be much much longer. This is just me getting used to writing again.