Wedding Rehearsal
Disclaimer: Twilight and it's characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
This story's plot belong to me..
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews and the alerts . You are wonderful. Enjoy...
Summary:
He was watching her for too long. She was convinced he had abandoned her.
Her wedding was supposed to be the perfect getaway.
He didn't think so.
Chapter three : Lust?... Want? ... Need?
End of chapter two:
He grabbed her face hard and leaned to capture her lips but she was faster…this time.
Slapping him once more she said:
"No, you are wrong. There is no We" she said motioning between them.
"I want him. I don't want you ... anymore. You lost this time Edward".
Edward had turned to stone. His eyes had lost their bright green. The had become almost black, like charcoals.
For a minute Bella thought that smoke could start swirling out of them. She could not remember seeing him looking so … rightening.
She was supporting her weight on the door, trying to find a way to pass beside him, towards the bedroom, or at least the bathroom. That could not happen without touching him.,She had to ask him to step aside.
Her left hand was on the key of the room. The thought of opening the door and escaping through the corridor had crossed her mind but on second though, a woman almost half naked in a common area of the hotel would surely provoke a not so pleasant situation. She was keeping that option as her last.
She had successfully managed to put some distance between them, but she had to be very strong in order to keep it. Once her breathing returned to normal she spoke with a steady voice:
"Listen. Things have changed. You were gone and I had to continue ,…living. Let the past behind. Now, please let me pass, I have to finish getting ready ..."
With that she tried to walk but his extended hand became a barrier at the level of her neck. He was not touching her, just the wall next to her with his palm. He was not even looking at her.
His eyes were closed and his head was facing the door . He lowered it in a 90 degree angle, like looking at the floor. His other hand was pinching the curve of his nose. Bella waited.
"You don't know what happened and we were not supposed to tell anybody. I wasn't supposed to even be here. The risk is huge but … you are worth of it. I will explain ..." he said a removed his hand .
Bella hesitated for a second and then moved without looking at him. It was already 4.23pm. She had less than three hours before the wedding and the man who had consumed her teen years in her suite. He had also moved further inside, next to the mini bar.
"May I ?" he asked her, motioning towards the mini fridge.
"Yeah…suit your self," she told him and turned her back at him, pretending to search for something in her purse.
She had to be more persistent about him leaving, although...she was not sure she wanted him to. His proximity was tantalizing her. It was a feeling like being in front of a beach on a very hot summer day. A few years a go she would have dive in without a second thought. It was too late for that. Instead Bella chose to go to the bathroom. The suite had a very luxurious one. Jacob had tried to give her the best he could afford.
She left Edward at the bar and without a word she closed the door behind her. She had never asked for any of those, or dream about an open ceremony with two hundred guests and a big party afterwards. A small gathering with a few close friends in La Push would be enough. She could not understand his persistence for such an expensive wedding. It was not his style either.
"Of course he thought that HE would have given me these..." she had assumed.
Even her relation with another man was suffering by Edward's presence in her past. After throwing some water on her face she sat on the toilet and tried to think. His visit had provoked an explosion to a volcano of memories. It was always there, sleeping but constantly ready for a generous awakening.
First thing getting out was the day after their first encounter in the detention room. She had seen him in English and he had completely ignored her. During biology the irony was monumental. He was her lab partner. Due to his expansion he was the only one unpaired. Edward had asked Mr Banner to change seats but it was too late.
Bella wanted to confront him and was waiting for him at the parking lot. It was fate. Ice was covering the road and the driver of a minivan lost control of the vehicle. It was heading straight at her. Bella was wearing her earphones and when she noticed the car was too late for her to move. As the van was approaching her with speed, she felt someone pushing her out of it's way. It was Edward. They were both lying on the cold wet concrete, Bella in his arms with his face in her hair. People had gathered and an ambulance appeared a few minutes later. The van had crashed on her old Chevy. She could have been killed.
She had heard him shouting "leave her alone", and had felt someone lifting her bridal style. Next thing she could remember was waking in the hospital with Dr Cullen above her. She had fainted. She could hear Charlie speaking loudly to someone but the only thing she could focus on, were two piercing green eyes looking at her intensely. Then there were more officers, and Jake, and handcuffs...and more loud voices...and nurses and...copper messy hair and finally…sleep.
She had woken up the next day with her mother next to her hospital bed and a heavy cast around her left leg. She had also hit her head with the result of a mild concussion. She was releashed the next day. When she described everything to her parents and asked about Edward, Charlie had only stated flatly: "We will talk about him later."
Apparently she was missing something.
For three days Renee stayed with her at the house. She and Charlie had a very civilized divorce, though Bella was sure he was still suffering from it.
Five days later she was ready to return to school. She already new what had finally happened.
Edward had followed her in the ambulance. When she fainted, he turned nuts. In the hospital , next to her room the paramedics had put the driver of the van. It was one of her classmates, Tyler Crowly. There was a bad looking cut on his forehead and some scratches on his chin. He needed stitches, lots of them. When Edward saw him he lost control and started punching and kicking him.
Jake was already there for his father's exams. He tried to hold him back. They ended fighting on the floor outside Bella's room.
Charlie finally arrested Edward for assault. Due to the facts, he was released a few hours later. Dr Carlisle Cullen was suggested to keep him "in house arrest" for a few day's. No official charges were made. It was probably Charlie's way to thank him.
Bella literally owned Edward her life. They were much more than even for her little "rescue" show in detention. Their almost nonexistent relationship turned to something completely different the days that followed.
"How did we end up here?" she thought, still sitting on the toilet cover.
She had absentmindedly taken a small crystal glass from the counter and was holding it in her palms. Suddenly the sound of her cell reached her ears.
"Jacob,"she though and without being careful she stood up. A loud noise of a glass smashing on the marble floor and a sudden burning on her right thigh was enough for hell to follow. Blood, a lot of blood was staining her legs, her robe and everything else around. In seconds Edward was in front of her … shocked.
"Baby, what happened, what have you done?" he screamed and rushed towards her, kneeling on the wet, red-stained floor, despite the tiny pieces of glass there.
"Don't move" he ordered her anxiously. She was barefoot. Even moving an inch was dangerous. Edward scooped her up and put her small thin frame on the counter, blood still dripping from her thigh. He grabbed a big bath towel and swapped everything quickly from the floor. In miniseconds a second towel was on Bella's leg.
He gently held it, till most of the blood was absorbed, and threw it on the floor, while the same time he was constantly talking.
"Sweetheart, it's okay, it's a small cut, just a little deep. I will take care of it," he said and grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom open cabinet.
Bella was frozen. She hated blood. The sight of it was making her nauseous and the smell…She felt almost ready to faint. Edward had noticed her white face and grabbing another glass offered her some water.
"Bella, it's okay, drink... please". She obeyed and felt a little better after a few gulps.
"I have to disinfect it, this will heart a little," Edward said and put an alcohol-based lotion on the wound. She bit her lower lip in pain but didn't scream. It burnt like hell. A layer of another liquid followed and finally a large band aid patch had covered the spot.
"I think you are okay, at least for the moment. It was not as bad as I thought" he said, still kneeling in front of her.
They stayed silent for a few seconds. It was all the time she needed to notice their position.
She was sitting on the bathroom counter next to the stall, with her robe open under her waist, both her legs exposed in front of Edward's burning eyes. It was a very intimate situation.
They stayed like this for a while, just staring at each other. It could be for seconds, minutes, hours.
She was unable to estimate the time.
In a sick and twisted way she didn't want to cover herself.
Not if that would cause Edward's face to change expression. It was priceless. Their intimate position earlier was nothing compared to the feeling her accident had as a result.
Lust?...Want?... Need? His expression was keeping each one of those and more.
It was like time had stopped in that blood stained bathroom.
A/N: Short but intense . So...what do YOU think?
