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AN: I am very sorry to all my readers for being away so long. As I said previously I was unable to update and really tried to make this chapter better than the others and build off of your feedback. With that being said, there are four reviews, people. Four. I can count that on my hand. Let's be honest it's not a very encouraging to think that there are eighty-seven visitors and four of you reviewed. Granted there are only three chapters posted, but really four reviews. I really do want yall's opinions. To those who reviewed, thank you I really tried to use yall's advice. I'd really like some reviews here people.
What do I tell her? Here I am sitting in her bed, eating her food, after she took me into her home and cared for me without even knowing my name! I owe her the truth I know I do, but will she believe me. It would be better if I just tell her the truth. So I'll start from the beginning.
"Ok here goes nothing, as I said before my name is Edward Cullen; I am a tourist staying at the W in the French Quarter. I've in her for three days and decided since it was Friday night that I would finally hit Bourbon St. So I went to Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop and got quite tipsy. Then I just walked a ways down Bourbon and just went into a bar that caught my interest." Now I start to let the memories all flood back. "I went into this little hole in the wall, called Captain Jack's and decided to stay there have a few drinks play a round of pool and then call it a night. On my second drink there, this guy approached and asked if I wanted to play pool with him I said sure. So this guy introduces himself as "James" and we decide to wager five dollars a ball." I paused for a breath.
"So we begin to play and we are pretty evenly matched and totally wasted. By the end of the game we were tied and I made the eight ball, so naturally he owed me money. What I hadn't noticed before was a small group of people had started to watch. The next thing I know James is accusing me of cheating and a few of the guys from the small group circled around me, grabbed me then restrained me so that James could teach me a 'lesson'."I paused for a second to gage Bella's reaction. Those big brown eyes were letting my see all of the emotions swirling through that pretty little head of hers. The most prominent emotion there was anger with a hint of sadness. I am very confused by this reaction. Anger? Sadness? Why would she get angry and sad over …me? Before I could get caught staring I decided to end my story.
"All that really happens next is they bring me into the alley way behind the bar and proceed to beat the crap out of me. They were all pretty drunk so I guess when I passed out they all figured I was dead and decided to dump my body. But in a kind of ironic way I guess I have to thank them."
"What the hell are you talking about? Thank them? They mercilessly beat you, soiled your name, and then left you for dead in the middle of the night in the middle of the freaking dark secluded road. Why on God's green Earth would you ever thank them?" She screeched. Man was she definitely pissed. "Maybe I put you on to much medicine, or the sedative is making you delirious. I'm not sure at this point. Maybe it would be best if explained why you should thank them."
"Don't get me wrong, what they did was wrong and unforgiveable, but I would thank them because if they hadn't dumped me where they did I definitely wouldn't be here explain this to you. And also because they led me to a very kind and caring person, aka you, who just happens to be a doctor." With that thought completed it reminded me that I need to thank her for all she has done. "Speaking of which, I never really thanked you for caring me. I intend to pay for all of my medical costs and any fee you charge."
When I had finished thanking her, I watched as a slow blush began to rise up her neck. Her response shocked me the most. "Oh, don't worry about paying me or anything. I was just doing what any decent person would do. Listen, you need your rest and I have to go into the office in an hour so I'm going to go get some food ready for you. I'll put on a tray by your bedside, is that ok?"
I only nodded my head because I really started to feel drowsy." Now I'm going to leave my cell number as well as the office number by the bedside phone. Call me if there are any problems. Also feel free to use the phone to call your family or whatever." With that she walked out the door. I knew she was trying to give me space to think, but as stupid as it sounds all I could really think about was her. How stalkerish is that? In my attempts to not think about Bella I started look around her room. The walls and the sheets were a dark navy blue. She had one window and in front of the blinds were a lighter blue. The furnishings were a dark cherry wood with different shades of brown. Surprisingly, all of the colors seemed to blend with each other, but the room never looked gloomy or depressing. Just like Bella.
Unfortunately that thought process brought me full circle back to Bella. I wonder what her favorite color is. I bet its navy blue. As my mind wandered on thoughts of Bella my eyelids grew heavy and I sank into a deep wonderful sleep.
AN: There is a little green button right below this message and it says REVIEW. Now I know most of us passed remedial English where we learned all about the different types of sentences. Lets see there was interrogative, where we ask questions; declarative, where we declare something; and oh shucks what was the other one, oh yea it wasIMERATIVE, AKA a command. Similar to "click the button."