Hi guys! Sorry it took me so long to update, but it was Thanksgiving, and then I got sick for two weeks. As Jessica said in the movie,"It, happens, right?" (Port Angeles) I hope you like it. popsicle777
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Previously in The Phone Call:
"You love me." As I said that I realised that I truly did believe him. It explained a lot, about his distance right before his departure, to start with. To be honest I had been fighting it the entire time, because I was afraid that I might be wrong. But his hiding the gifts and pictures under the floorboards was pretty much the icing on the cake.
I was overflowing with both joy and sorrow, but mostly joy. Sorrow, because all of this ghastly pain could have been avoided entirely, but Edward had to be so… Edwardish. Although his Edwardishness is why I love him. Joy, because he was here, and he loved me which was all I'd ever wanted anyway.
"You know, I wasn't trying to kill myself," I informed him as I got up and stretched. I headed over to my closet and got out the first outfit I saw in order to not waste another second.
He knew what I meant immediately, but he raised his eyebrow skeptically. "What were you doing then, if you would be so kind as to tell me?" he inquired as I got ready for my shower.
I laughed nervously. He wasn't going to like what I told him, but he deserved to decide whether he was going to date a crazy woman or not. Still… it wouldn't hurt him to at least let me enjoy my shower knowing he was still here before he found out. "I'll explain after my shower." I managed. He nodded, and I headed to the bathroom, terrified of his coming reaction.
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After my 20 minute shower, which had been equal parts taking my time and full on procrastinating, I headed back to my room, needing to see Edward. I couldn't shake the feeling I'd had a very convincing hallucination, and he had already poofed out of my life again. So you can empathize with the panic attack I had when he wasn't there.
I didn't have time to lose it after my hope had been crushed to smithereens. It was Saturday, I had to be at work in half an hour, and I had yet to eat any cardboard, as my food had become.
Speaking of food… what was that smell? Someone was cooking downstairs, and it didn't even smell like cardboard. It was Saturday. Charlie was supposed to be on a fishing trip. Could it be…?
I sprinted down the stairs so fast, it was a miracle that I didn't trip. Well, I didn't trip on the stairs. Running into the kitchen without watching where I was going was another story. My foot got caught on some air, and I plummeted towards the ground, my eyes squeezed shut and my arms braced for impact.
Except there was none. It was then that I noticed the strong yet gentle arms around my waist, arms that could only belong to one person.
I opened my eyes, finding myself face to face with the floor, again. I then righted myself, my cheeks burning as I blushed. I slowly turned around to check that it was in fact my Edward who had caught me, who hadn't left.
I looked at the floor, ashamed that I could doubt his promises. I had to believe that he loved me. I did believe that he loved me. How could I think he would bolt as soon as I turned my back?
He sensed my anguish because he put his finger under my chin and lifted my eyes up to stare at his. "What is it?"
My cheeks burned. "Ithoughtyouleftagainbecauseyouweren'tinmyroom." I whispered as quietly as possible.
He gazed at me sadly. "I promised you I wouldn't." He sighed. "I don't blame you though. I promised you before, and I did leave. But I swear to you, I'll always be here. I couldn't stay away the first time. There's no way I could ever stand leaving again."
I nodded, reassured for the time being. I went to go make my lunch, but Edward caught my arm. "I made you lunch already, you don't need to."
I had forgotten in my panic the smell I had detected upstairs. "You didn't need to do that," I said as I sat down and took a large bite of the cheeseburger. It had guacamole on it, just the way I like it.
"No, but I wanted to make it up to you. Besides, you deserve it." he replied.
I ate in silence, enjoying his company. When I finished, he snatched the plate away before I could wash it. "Hey!" I exclaimed breathlessly as I tried to get it back. He just laughed and held it above his head, where a shorty like me (don't tell Emmett I said that) couldn't reach.
"Nope," he smirked. " I told you I was making it up to you."
I pouted, but he shook his head and began to was it. I grumbled under my breath.
"Besides,"he continued. "Now you can tell me what you meant upstairs."
I gulped. I was trying to find an excuse to back out, but finally I sighed. He deserved to know.
"Well," I began anxiously, "It all started when I went to Port Angeles to see a movie with Jessica, about four months after you left." I edited out the screaming in my sleep, the zombie-like state, and the fact that Charlie's concern had been my prominent motivation for even going to the movie. "After the movie, we were walking to the McDonald's down the street from the movie theatre, and we passed four men. They reminded me of that night, when you saved me from those other men in Port Angeles, and you confirmed my suspicions. I wasn't going to do anything, I swear, but all of a sudden, you were telling me to keep walking, to get away from them, like you were protecting me again. Mostly I tried not to think about you, but this didn't hurt so much. Anyway, after that day, I kept looking for ways to hear your voice again. I found some motorcycles, and Jacob fixed them and taught me to ride them."
When I said the part about the motorcycles, he looked like he was going to have an aneurism. "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
The words came out half strangled. "You were… risking your life… to hear… me?"
I stared at him. "That's what you're worried about?" I marveled. "Not the fact that I'm probably certifiably insane and should be in a mental institution?"
"You're not crazy, Bella. You were hearing things because your mind knew that was what you needed, and so that's what it gave you."
I was relieved. That had been one of my options, sort of.
"Long story short, I jumped off of a cliff to hear your voice," I finished.
He took my face in both of his hands. "Never ever ever do that again, Isabella."
"No problem," I replied, and we both went to wait for Charlie to come home so we could tell him the good news of Edward's return.
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