AN: as I am from Norway, the distance between Saranac Lake and New York is Greek to me, which means, I have no idea. I use American cities but I might end up using different distance between where I live here in Norway and cities close to where I live.
Devilswriter
The day had come and I was pushed into a black car, my belongings, which were barely fit in a bag, were stuffed in the trunk. I wasn't sure what to think about this whole "you're being sold"-thing. Ok, yes, I knew I was sold to some rich guy but I didn't know why, I didn't know where he lived, I didn't even know what would happen to me when I would finally meet him. Was he going to "keep me", let me stay I his house, finish school and so on? Or was he going to send me away, let me live my own life, learn to stand on my own two feet for the rest of my life?
For the past ten years, Victoria had done everything for me. I barely had to do anything, except working for her of course. Sometimes she was nice, like a mother to me, other times, she was the biggest witch in the world and if I had gotten what I wanted, she would have burned in hell a long time ago.
The ride to wherever I knew was going was long and boring, at least it seemed like it. I tried to talk to the driver but he ignored me, giving me dark looks in the review mirror. Music was out of the question and when I tried to hum to myself, his foot hit the break, throwing me forward.
"Can't you be quiet?" he almost growled at me, turning back to the wheel.
The rest of the trip, I kept quiet, until I saw a sign reading Shelby, Montana. It wasn't New York that was for sure. Hell, I was almost in Canada.
Somewhere driving through the little city, I fell asleep, my head resting against the window.
"Hey kid, get up," someone called, scaring me awake with a loud bang from a car door being closed.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, taking in the sight. There, not far from where the car was parked, was an iron gate. On the other side of the gate was the most beautiful house I had ever seen. You could see it was old by the stone walls and dark brown windowsills. Spectacular, that was what it was; spectacular.
My suitcase was thrown at my feet by the driver and before I was able to registered what happened, he drove away with the bag I had with me.
"Hey!" I called after the car, running after it.
"Isabella," a calm voice called from behind me. It was soft and powerful, pulling me toward the owner.
I was left speechless when I saw him; he was beautiful, if you could call a man beautiful. Everything about him seemed to be only perfection. His skin was slightly tanned, his eyes moss green, shining under the hooded eyelids and his hair, so perfect looking, so soft looking, so…incredible bronze colored.
"Don't you dare to run away from me," told me in the calmest and most beautiful voice I had ever hear, sending shivers down my spine as he gripped my arm.
"W…who are you?"I couldn't help myself from asking.
"I'm Edward Cullen and you are Isabella Swan, I hope," I nodded dumbly as he started to lead me through the high iron gates. This was the man who bought me.
"Wait, the car;" I stopped, feeling him tug my arm slightly, urging me to keep walking. "My bag is still in the car."
"You can get it later. Now, let's get inside our new home." New home? As I once again stopped, I saw the 'Sold' sign but right now I didn't care; I needed my bag.
"Isabella, you are going to live here with me now, so get you cute little butt moving." His voice were still calm, a little too calm and I had a feeling he was fighting some inner battle not to let his fury loose.
"But I need my bag; my medication is in it and I will need them soon."
"I will call Felix, the driver, and get hold of your bag soon but for now, let's get inside so I can show you around your new home." I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips.
He led me into the house, through a hall and into the living room. I stopped, just stopped and Edward turned to look at me, annoyance clear in his eyes but I barely noticed as I took the room in. There wasn't much to look at, no furniture's yet but it was still beautiful. Wonder how many times I was going to use that word through the day. The walls were white and plane but you could see the timber the house was build around, the dark wood a nice contrast against the white walls.
"You can have a closer look later, no move on," he grabbed my arm again and I winched slightly; he was rough.
All the other rooms on the first floor were just as beautiful as the living room but the room I loved the most was the bedroom. It was painted in a dusty blue color and from the fabric lying in a corner, the room would be filled with royal blue.
"Who's room is this?" I whispered.
"Ours." Ours?
"Ours? We're going to share?"
"Well, we're going to get married to we might as well start sleeping in the same room straight away." He turned and headed for the stairs.
"Wait!" I called, following him. "We're getting married? When was that decided?"
"From the begging, Isabella. Did you think that I was going to buy just to let you go again?"
"Uhm, yeah." I blushed, just couldn't help it.
"Didn't Victoria tell you anything?" I shook my head no. "Well, come here," he took my hand and led me to the sofa the moving guys had carried inside. It was deep chocolate, soft brown leather sofa.
"I bought you because my parents have decided that I have to get married by the end of the year. If I don't, my brother will take over my company and I've worked very hard to get where I am now." I just looked at him, slightly dumbfound. "I'm too busy to meet someone, date and get to know them, there's just no time for it to waist. When I heard that Victoria could help, I went to her straight away."
"Oh." I just looked at nothing, absorbing what he had said. "You don't want to find love? Someone to share the rest of your life with, have kids with?" I had ask, not quiet believing him.
"Someday, maybe, but right now I don't have time for anything like that; I'm in no hurry to settle down at the moment but my family thinks it's time for me," me told me with a serious look on his face. "Like I care what they think," he muttered, almost too low for me to hear.
"I guess I don't have any choice than to act as your fiancée, then your wife," I muttered, mostly to myself.
"Haven't you been listening?" he asked in an annoyed voice, annoyance written all over his face. "You're not going to act like my wife; you're going to be my wife. I'm going to propose to you and you're going to say yes, in front of my family, you're going to let my mother and sister-in-laws help you to find the dress, the place and so on, do you understand?" I nodded slightly.
I always wanted to get married, to have kids, a nice house and all but I imagined myself a little older and with someone who actually loved me, one that didn't do all this just because his family wanted to see him married, settled downed.
"Now, go and fresh up if you want to, I'm going to order Chinese. You like Chinese right?"
I muttered a yes and sauntered up the stairs when he called from the kitchen.
"The master bathroom is through our bedroom." Good to know, I just might get lost.
I quickly splashed some water in my face and brushed my hair. I hadn't noticed but it had looked like a haystack whole day. The blush crept up on me and so did a little anger; we were going to get married and he could tip me that my hair was standing out in every direction? Of course not, everything was about him and that was it.
Edward was plugging the TV as I came down and he didn't notice me. Nice. I was pondering if I should clear my throat or something, just to let him know I was there but I decided against it and just sat down in the couch, more or less curling myself into a ball in the corner.
"What do you want to watch?" he asked, setting the controller on the table.
"We can watch something you like, it doesn't matter to me," I mumbled, fiddling with a pillow.
"Ok," he took the remote and turned on Discovery, a program about WWII, of all things.
Not long after the food came; I couldn't believe they would drive out here, unless they got a good tip and guess they did because Edward went to open the door with his wallet in his hand.
He came back with four small white containers in his hands and placing them on the table before he seated himself in the other end of the couch.
We ate in silence, the TV switching through the pictures of Hitler, the Nazi and the victims; the Jews. When films and pictures of the capture rents, where people were killed and their bodies disposed, I felt my stomach churn and quickly grabbed the remote and turned it of.
"Hey, I was watching that," Edward exclaimed, snatching the remote from me and turned it back on. If he was going to watch that, people getting killed why we were eating, he could do it alone.
I picked up my plate and stood, going for the kitchen but Edward gripped my arm and pulled me back down.
"We always eat together," said in a monotonous voice, never taking his eyes of the TV.
"Then I'm finished," I muttered, placing my plate on the tale and standing up but Edward grabbed my arm again and pulled me back down.
"Well, since you're finished, we can go over the rules." He muted the TV but didn't turn it of before he turned to me. "Now that you live here, now that you're mine, there are a few rules you have to follow. Understand?" I hesitated before I nodded, not quite sure what I had gotten myself into, what Victoria had gotten me into.
"One; we always eat dinner together. There might be some days where you will eat alone but you will always make enough for the both of us. Second: every night, we will go to bed at the same time and you will get up from bed at the same time as me. You will make breakfast and eat it with me and then, when I've left for work, you'll be able to do your morning routine and go on with your day." Go one with my day?
"How early do you usually get up?"
"Seven thirty and I leave for work at eight forty-five."
"But if I'm going to get to school on time, I have to get up at six and leave at seven thirty, unless you've gotten me transferred to school here." One thing he couldn't do was to get me to quit school; I loved it and was the only thing that made me feel like a normal girl when I was one of the Red Girls.
"From now on you will stay here every day except two days a week; Monday and Friday. You leave the house at nine both Monday and Friday, Monday you only leave to get whatever assignment you might get and Friday you only leave to deliver it. If the teacher gives you more than a week on the assignment, don't bother to leave for school on Fridays, only when the assignment is going to be turned it."
"But…" I couldn't find the words I needed.
"There's no but. I've transferred you to a college closer, in Seattle. You won't be going back to school this week but starting next Monday. I've already made sure that everyone at the office can handle a day without me so I'm going to be able to drive you to school and spend the rest of the day with you." He didn't say anything more but turned back to the TV and his food.
I tried not to focus on anything that happened on the TV as I forced a few more bites of my food. It didn't seem that Edward noticed how uncomfortable I was and my temper started to boil slowly. Luckily, he turned off the TV before I got the chance to snap at him and cleaned up after us.
When he came back from the kitchen, he came over to me and took my hand, leading me up to our room. Just the thought of sleeping in the same bed as him gave me the creeps and I wanted to run and hide somewhere, somewhere he wouldn't be.
Edward disappeared into the bathroom and I rummaged through my bag, in the end finding my favorite pj's. they were identical to the ones I got from my parents to our last Christmas together. It was all thanks to Alice; she had noticed that I still kept hold on the pjs from I was nine, way too small for me to wear now, and it was my first present of many from her.
Just as I pulled the pants up, Edward emerged from the bathroom, clad in only a pair of black silk boxers.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that from now on you will sleep in the nude, no clothes allowed in bed." I looked at him with wide eyes, clutching my pajamas tightly.
"Don't worry, I'm going to let you sleep in your…" he looked me up and down, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to take this slow with you, ok? I'm letting you sleep in that tonight but tomorrow you'll lose one garment, then another the night after. Ok?" I nodded and slowly inched closer to the.
"We're just going to sleep," Edward told me in an annoyed voice as he laid the covers on the bed; everything was still lying on the floor and in boxes. I took two of the pillows and laid them on the bed, obviously my side of the bed. Edward did the same though on the left side, the side with the window, the window that overlooked the beautiful landscape that surrounded the house.
"Just sleep, Bella," he repeated as he crawled under the covers and settled in.
Again, I hesitated before I crawled into bed and settled in on the edge, as far away from Edward I could without falling out. Though, the floor, or rather the carpet, seemed just as comfortable as the bed.
The silence in the room was thick and, at least for me, a little uncomfortable. I listened to his breathing; it was slow and low, like he was sleeping. I dared myself to move a little bit closer to him so I wouldn't wake up falling on the floor.
Just as sleep was about to pull me under, I felt him move closer to me. I kept my eyes shut, hoping that he wouldn't do anything.
His lips touched my cheek softly, barely touching.
"Sleep tight Bella," he murmured. I pretended to be asleep, just waiting to hear him settle back into bed and fall asleep.
Instead I felt two fingers brush my exposed arm, then a small sharp pain.
"Ow," I hissed, rubbing the spot he pinched me as I turned slightly.
"Don't ignore me Bella. When I say good night, you will say it back." I didn't move, just let him have his little "outburst".
"Now, I'm going to say it again and kiss you on the cheek. You're going to say it back to me, ok?" I nodded and felt him lean in, his lips touching my cheek.
"Good night Bella," he murmured against my cheek.
"Good night Edward," I whispered, barely audible.
"Good girl." As soon he was settled into bed again, his breathing even, I pulled the covers back and hurried to the bathroom where I locked the door behind me.
I sank to the floor, gasping for air as how the rest of my life was going to be passed in front of my eyes, like when you were dying though then you usually saw what had happened to you, not what's going to happen.
Anyway, it didn't matter much now because what I saw was nothing I wanted to happen. When the time would come and I would get married, I wanted it to be to someone I loved, someone I could see myself get old with, not a man that bought because he didn't bother to take his time to get to know someone, to love someone.
"Bella, get back here," he called from the bedroom and I was sure he was going to hit in the door if I didn't get out soon.
I got up from the floor on shaky feet and leaned against the sink before I splashed some cold water in my face and dried off. I dreaded going back out there, to be in the same room as him, sleep in the same bed as him. I knew I had nothing to fear, not yet, because I didn't know him and maybe I would never know him, just follow him every step through his life.
"What were you doing in there?" he asked, propped up on his side.
"Nothing," I whispered, crawling back under the covers.
"Don't lie to me Bella," he warned, taking hold of my right arm.
"I just splashed some cold water in my face," I whispered, trying to free my hand.
"Feeling a little flustered?" he asked in an amused voice. I nodded, pulling the covers up to my chin. I knew he had the wrong pictures in his head now but I didn't bother to correct him; I just turned my back on him and tried to sleep but I couldn't stop thinking about everything.
God, I didn't even know how old he was, what his full name was.
