[Chapter 3]
Title: Bella's outbreak
Note: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer
Esme walked up to me. Eyes filled with love and compassion. She took my hand and pulled me gently towards the island. "Now now, there is no need to get so uptight now, do we dear?" She then motioned me to sit back down on the high chair. And that I did. My mind was in a whirlwind. I had so much emotions in me, I just feel like breaking down into a cry. Maybe only then will Edward let this matter go. Who knows, maybe he will so moved by my tears he will pull me up into a tight hug and maybe even feel guilty about making me cry.
"Bella dear…" Esme held my left hand with her right. "Why won't you give the tuna and brussel sprouts a little try? You may dislike them when you were younger, but you may like them now." She asked in such a polite manner, I couldn't help but give in. I would do this for Esme. I didn't want to let her down. She was always so nice to me, ever since the time Edward and I were dating. This was the least that I could do to make her happy. What harm can a tiny bit of tuna do to me anyway? So I took up the fork and cut a little slice of tuna and placed it in my mouth.
I glanced at Edward and notice that he was looking at my direction. He had a small smile on his face. Does this make him happy? I began chewing. But there wasn't really a need to. The piece was so tiny, I could just swallow. The exact same tuna taste I had years ago struck me again. I knew I was not going to like the tuna. Not before, not now, not ever!
"It tastes disgusting!" I whined the exact same words I used the last time I had tuna. I quickly took a big gulp of the red wine to wash down the awful taste. From the corner of my eye, I could see Edward shaking his head. Was he still disappointed in me? I can't help it that I don't like tuna. It not my fault, blame it on my taste buds!
"Well, give the brussel sprouts a try now dear. Maybe you'll like them." Esme asked. I know that I really didn't want to make Esme upset but I didn't want to torture myself too. I'm torn between two options. I ended up deciding that I will not put myself though another taste testing torture. I just hope Esme will forgive me.
"I don't want to." I replied plainly. Then I saw Esme looking into Edward's eyes, as though they were having a heart to heart conversation. Then they nodded at each other at the same time, as though they have just made an agreement.
"Listen to Edward dear. He knows what is best for you…" She gave me and encouraging smile. She then left my side. I suddenly felt all alone. I look at the clock, it read 7.47pm. Oh great, we've been here unproductively for nearly an hour and a half. This was seriously a waste of time. I'm not going to sit around, doing nothing any longer. I stood up and walked away but before I could even take my 4th step, Edward called out to me.
"Where do you think you are going Bella? I thought I clearly mentioned that you are not allowed to leave to table until I said you could? Are you all out to disobey me now? Sit your butt back down on the chair. You do not want me to repeat myself." He gave me a stern warning. I could tell that he was getting pissed at all this. But he definitely wasn't the only one. I didn't want to push Edward any further. So sat down again, once more and look at Edward blankly.
Edward finally moved. He sat back down on the chair opposite me. He lifted up the fork and speared a brussel sprout in two. He pierced one of it with the fork and drove it near my mouth.
"Open." He instructed. And I found myself opening me mouth a little.
"Bigger." He instructed again. And again I obeyed him by opening my mouth wider. He placed the fork half-way into my mouth and I clamped my mouth shut. Then he took out the fork and put it back on the plate.
"Chew." And I did. It tasted horrible, much worse than the tuna. I raced to the sink and spat out the half-chewed brussel sprout and gurgled my mouth repeatedly to get rid of the foul taste.
"Damn it Edward, why do you make me eat disgusting things?" My tone came out harsher than I meant it to be.
"You better watch the tone now, young lady!" Edward commanded standing up, arms folded across chest. He then raised an eyebrow, as though daring me to say more.
"No I will not watch my tone. I will do what I want, when I want. The tuna and brussel sprouts tasted like shit! How do you even swallow it I don't know! But what I know is that I am not going to take another bite of it ever! You cannot force me to do things I don't like Edward. I'm not going to let you push me around like this! I am not going to just stand here and take this... this… these outrageous instructions from you! You are just a big mean guy who doesn't love his wife and forces her to do things she doesn't like! I'm not a child anymore; I have the right to make my own decisions!" I yelled. I didn't know why. But I knew I had to.