Just three words. Don't. Kill. Me. Read on, as well as the ending author's note, so you can see why I plead this….
Chapter Three
I started to carry her, slowly, to attempt to savour the moment, but soon quickened my pace with a surge of excitement. We were on our honeymoon. We were officially declared married. I absolutely loved the feeling, and I believe she did, also.
"Do you like it?" I said, as soon as I had carried her over the threshold. I thought we should keep some tradition to this marriage.
We were in a small cottage, just outside of Forks, and not far from our meadow. It was completely isolated and no one could bother us… This was good, since it was to be sunny all week.
She looked around the small room we were standing in and replied, "Yes, I love it, Edward."
Charlie was fuming.
How could she leave him – at a time like this? Renee was pregnant; she'll start to have mood swings soon, just like she did when she carried Bella. Phil was an idiot – the two men couldn't talk about anything. Either the topic was too intellectual for Phil, or too juvenile for Charlie.
And for her to go off with that…boy. Doesn't she have any sense to her, after he had hurt her so badly? Did he realize that he had killed a part of her when he left? Did he even care?
Charlie felt Renee touch his shoulder slightly. She thought it was okay to go off and get married at eighteen…almost nineteen…
Phil came into the room, wearing that stupid smile of his. "Hey! How does it feel to have a bachelour pad, again?" He said, before clapping Charlie on the back – a little too hard, he wasn't so young, anymore – and taking a seat on a chair across the room.
This was going to be a long week.
For the positive people, you are thinking, "Yay! She updated!" For the negatives, however…. "That's ALL!?! It took her forever to write THIS!?!??!"So, if you're a negative person, don't kill me. If you're a positive, though, I love you.
Have a nice day!
Dawn