Hi!!!
Thanks to everyone who is reading my stories, it motivates me to write!
I apologize for not writing for a while...
School is really getting to me. I need my sleep!
But yay! School's almost over!
Last chapter was more like a chapter for developing Bella and Edward's relationship, which is healthy and growing.
This chapter will be pretty short.
I don't really plan on have a super long story...
But we'll see where it goes! :)
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BPOV
Pure Bliss. That was how I would describe the months that followed. Edward and I were now officially together. A couple. I smiled whenever I thought about it. And I was in love. I was completely sure of it. How else could I describe the feeling I got whenever Edward looked at me, or smiled his crooked smile? I was in love. And I knew Edward was too. There were no secrets between us.
Not much seemed to change, we still walked in the park everyday, we still ate ice-cream together everyday. But there were differences, and they were good differences.
We held hands a lot, and pecks on the cheek was common. It was the best days of my life.
It lasted for six months and we became more serious. That was the good part, but Charlie started to get more interested of my wheareabouts whenever I was gone. I was nervous, because I didn't know how Charlie would react to Edward. After all, he was caught twice. But I wasn't too concerned.
I loved him, and that was all that matters. Whenever I was away from him, I missed his face immediately and would wait constantly just for the next time to see him. I started coming home later at night and I left work earlier than usual. Edward did the same. I was worried that I was cutting into his time at work, but he told me it was okay, that it was just a job at a small convenience shop. I was selfish and agreed. Besides, I started to talk him into taking online classes with me.
But Charlie started to get worried about me. I guess he thought something was different about me. Which I thought was kind of incredulous because it's been years since I started seeing Edward. I guess he was pretending to himself that he didn't notice anything, but as I spent more time outside of home, and he was forced through more TV dinners than usual, he was forced to acknowledge it.
He did one evening.
"Bella?"
"Hmmmm?" I pushed the simmering pot of spaghetti back into the large black pot. I didn't have a large appetite.
"Where....where do you go?" Charlie sat on his couch after cleaning his own plate.
"Go where?" I asked. I was stalling for time.
It was silent. Then,
"How long." Charlie spoke. It wasn't a question. More like a statement that needed confirmation. And I didn't know what kind of confirmation he wanted. I didn't really know what he was even talking about. Unless...
"What do you mean?"
Charlie narrowed his eyes. "Bella, I'm not blind." He thought for a moment. "I'm not deaf either. I heard from people that they saw you with that boy."
I silently cursed all those possible suspects that might have told Charlie.
"So?" I tried to stay as pleasant as possible. It was a matter of time until he knew. Might as well explain it now and hope he accepts Edward.
"So... how long?" A question.
I pretended to think. "Um, maybe like 3, 4 years?"
Charlie's eyes widened. "That long, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then, I guess I can't really do anything then."
My heart silently started to sing. That is, until Charlie spoke again.
"But you know, he's not good for you." Charlie stood and left. And that was it.
I turned back to the dishwasher. I tossed a knife onto the floor. I stared at the knife sticking out, and I slowly pulled it back up. I put my finger on the little hole it made, then furiously dug my finger in it, trying to make it bigger. Then I put the knife where it belonged, grabbed my jacket and walked out the door. To see Edward again.
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I couldn't find him anywhere. I looked through the park, to his shop, to the top of the hill. I couldn't find him.
After the day turned to night, I knew it was no point into looking. But I had to see him. The full moon seemed to glow in a direction.
We were on the hill, Edward and I walking together.
"Do you know how to dance?" Edward smiled at my bewildered face.
"Do you?" I asked.
"Yes, I had a friend...I watched him practice."
I smiled. "Why did you ask all of a sudden?"
Edward stood up and held out his hand. My heart skipped in anticipation.
"Bella, would you like to dance with me?" he asked in his velvet voice.
I smirked and took his hand. He pulled me up and with a yelp, I found myself face to face with him. I stopped breathing.
"Follow me," he whispered. I complied, gladly, very gladly.
My feet tried to follow his feet, but he was so graceful, I was clumsy. It was hard.
"Oh!" I tripped and we landed on the ground together.
"Seems like someone needs practice." Edward held me close. I snuggled in and his laughter filled the air. I changed the topic.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Hmmm?" Edward stayed silent for a while after. I looked up to see him, eyebrows pulled in thought.
Finally he decided. He pulled me up until we were sitting together. He pointed his hand.
"There," he said. "My house is a little cottage in the woods. But I don't live there." His voice was stiff. Then it softened.
"I live here, now."
I looked toward the woods. Would he be there?
My feet trudged on, through all the trees and vines. Until I came face to face with a huge cloud of smoke. I could dimly see large, gloomy cottage. The smell was distasteful, and smoke was coiling lazily out the chimney.
My eyes widened. Was it empty? I walked toward the doors. The smoke around the hut became thicker, and it became harder to see. Then I heard it. Laughter inside.
I heard drunk, slurred, and hostile laughter of stranger men. I could barely breathe. Then I heard the door creep open.
I ran after that. Edward wasn't there, I was sure of that. But who were those men?
I came home and took a shower to get rid of the filthy smell. I was starting to get nauseated. I went to bed dark, pitiful, and alone.