A/N Hey guys, hope everyone is doing well. In this chapter, Bella spends some time with Esme, hope you like it :) I would again like to thank rachelcullenedward cullen for being an amazing beta, I hope you guys liked the chapter and are enjoying the story :D Please review if you have a minute, I'd love to hear what you guys think :)
I was feeling generous today, thought I'd give you another chapter! Pelase review :) Hope you like
Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight or any of the characters, except Jason, but that sexy beast is mine, so dibs.
Bella POV
When I woke up, I was alone on the couch, which saddened me a bit; I liked sitting next to Esme. I assumed it was about nine, because the clouds that I could see through the monstrous bay windows were whiter than normal. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, before I spied my duffel bag near the front door. I stood slowly, slightly using the couch for support, and then walked over to my bag, sitting myself next to it on the cold tile, and I shivered. Unzipping the bag, I grabbed a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a hairbrush out of the bag, setting them onto my change of clothes, and headed to the powder room.
After changing and fully waking up, as much as I could, I took my things back to my bag, closing it, and then allowed myself to wander into the kitchen where I had smelt the aroma of bacon and eggs.
Sure enough, once I sat down at the bar, Esme placed an enormous plate of food in front of me. I balked, I couldn't eat that much food! I started to tell her this, but the expectant and hopeful look in her eyes silenced me, so instead I said,
"Thank you so much Esme, this means a lot, and it looks really, really good." She smiled, replying,
"Oh, thank you Bella. So, what would you like to do today, after you eat?" She asked with her kind voice. I thought for a minute, before deciding.
"Hmm, Esme?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"Do you think you would tell me about… about how you designed this amazing house?" I asked, silently cussing myself out for chickening out on asking her the real question. She seemed a bit quizzical, I could tell she knew I was lying, but it seemed that she overlooked it today.
"Why sure Bella, I'd love to. And you like books right?" She asked me, I replied,
"Yeah, I love books, always have. Why do you ask?" I questioned her, curious.
"Oh, I was thinking that maybe after I could show you a few of my favorites. Also, if you're interested, I started a story once myself. Couldn't bring myself to finish a whole book. No one else has read it yet, but if you'd like to, that would be fine with me." She told me, and smiled when my eyes lit up.
"I would absolutely love to read it Esme!" I told her. She laughed, and told me after I finished my breakfast that we would go up to her office. I hurried to finish my breakfast, and afterwards took my plate to the sink, despite Esmes' protests to allow her to. After the dishes were washed, I was led up one flight of stairs, and into Esmes' breathtaking office. It was downright gorgeous. No other words to describe it. It had the perfect shades, and furniture. Bookshelves lined the two side walls, and a mahogany desk stood near the back of the room, with comfortable chairs, and last but not least, a balcony with its' own table and chair set.
I wandered around for a moment in awe, until Esme silently handed me a stack of papers, not looking me in the eye. Suddenly I wondered what Esmes' story was about. She never said, and now she's acting pretty weird now.
"Do you mind if I go read on the balcony?" I asked her.
"Go right ahead Bella," She said, gazing into the distance, a sad lonely smile playing at the corners of her lips, which just made me want to go over and hug her, but I restrained myself. I walked outside, and settled myself into the comfortable plush lounger, and I began to read.
It took me about thirty seconds into starting the main portion of the story until I had tears soaking my face. Wow, I was crying way too much lately. I wasn't crying because of the story itself, sad or angry, it was so beautiful. So great, emotion filled, that I couldn't help it. I read on, until the last page. It wasn't very long, only five pages long, but by the end, I was sitting on the floor, curled into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest for all I was worth, trying desperately to stop the sobs wracking my body. I was surprised Esme hadn't come outside yet, but I figured she was simply giving me my space.
Eventually, I calmed myself slightly, I was still openly crying, but there weren't shudders running through my body with every breath anymore, so I stood up, and opened the door, walking back inside. Esme was pacing the floor, and looked up at me as I walked inside, a worried, concerned look plastering her features.
"That's beautiful, Esme. Just beautiful." I told her, my voice cracking at the end, as I walked out of the room, back down to the living room, and sat on the couch, staring outside into the trees, still crying. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. Esme gently said,
"Bella…,"
A/N- Little cliffy, mehehe. I am evil. Hate me. Well, what did you guys think? Let me know in a review :D
