Previously:
"Bring Edward. I have to tell him to take you riding!" She smiled at me.
I started walking down, when all of a sudden Mike grabbed me. I struggled in his grasp but he was so strong. I couldn't do anything but scream.
EPOV
I heard a scream. But at first it didn't register. Then I thought. That wasn't outside of the castle. I rolled over in bed. It came again. That scream woke me from my ignorant state. That's when I remembered. Bella. And Mike. I jumped off my bed and quickly turned of the electric mantel. Then swiftly dashed ran out of the door.
Where could they be? I thought of where Bella just was. Upstairs! I ran. Then came across the locked door. God forbid this was a maid who needed her privacy. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the key. Quickly sliding it in and taking it out, hastily putting it back in my pocket, and jumped inside.
That was where I saw Bella. She was against the wall. Weak. Sick looking. Mike had her corset unzipped. How we met. Except it was unzipped. And untied. I threw Mike off of her. Not caring at all how bad I hurt him. Bella. She wasn't hurt. Physically I knew. Would she go into shock? I picked her up. She was sobbing against my chest.
My heart felt heavy. Oh god. The pain. I ran quickly back into my—our room. Keeping a hold of her with one arm, I fumbled with the switches of the fireplace. Was she warm. Or cold. I tried to soothe her but it didn't work. The pain. She wouldn't let me leave nor comfort her. My heart. It hurt. But Bella. She must hurt more. Emotionally, I reminded myself.
So I sat there. Silent. Rubbing her back. Still saying words to soothe her. Wishing I could go get her something to eat. How long until she'd go into shock? She needed sugar in her system. A half hour passed. A maid finally came in with lunches. I sighed with relief. And smiled at her. But she was looking at Bella. Bella. Bella whose tiny figure was in my lap. Her beautiful fists grasping on my shirt. Her amazing face on my shoulder. Sobbing? Yes, still sobbing. Her hair was matted. But still pretty. Yes. Always pretty.
And I? I was trying. Trying to comfort her. But she wouldn't be comforted. I? I was thinking in fragments. I wasn't thinking straight. I? Freaking out. I? I tried to put Bella down to grab the trays but she wouldn't let go. So I cradled her in one arm and grabbed one tray put it on the table and grabbed the other tray and put it on the table.
I looked at her and realized she was our Spanish maid. The one that hadn't had a job so we hired. (A/N: Yay finally some talking!)
"Muchas gracias" Thank you very much. I said.
"Eres bienvenido. ¿Qué hay de malo con la niña" You're welcome. What is wrong with the girl. She asked.
"Ella es sólo perturbado. Por favor. No le digas a nadie. Ellos exageradamente." She's just upset. Please. Don't tell anyone. They will overreact. I pleaded.
"No se preocupe. No lo haré. Adiós." Do not worry. Do not do it. Bye. And she left. (I had to get in Edward and his awesome language skill!)
"Bella. You must eat now."
She shook her head.
"Bella it's over. I'll get rid of Mike." I tried cooing.
It worked! "Y-you will?"
Why not bargain? Ah. I could think again. "If you eat…. And come riding with me."
She glared at me for a while. Then tried to grab the spoon with her shaking hand. I figured she wouldn't be able to do it so I grabbed her warm hand and put it back in her lap. Then I grabbed the spoon and put it in her house. Then I fed my self while she chewed. We continued like that until we finished. When she yawned. She snuggled her body against me, closing her eyes. Mmm, how perfectly she fit. "No Bella. You have to come riding with me!".
"Tomorrow." She yawned again. "Please. Trying to f-fight." She cringed her eyes still closed. "Takes a lot of energy."
Poor thing. My mind yelled at me. "Mm. Fine. I'll wake you for dinner."
The response was even breathing. I smirked and got up. I took the book Bella was reading. It was my book of poems. And sat down to read it. I had just finished the first part. "Poems to Friendship" When Bella said, "No Mike. Please." I looked over at her but she was sound asleep, cuddling closer in the comforter.
By the time I finished the next part, that made me feel content with Bella, "Poems to Love" She was talking again.
"Edward." She sighed happily, "I think I love you. How can I be sure?" My heart swelled.
"I love you Bella." I said to her sleeping form. And then began to read, "Poems to the Family".
BPOV:
I
felt Edward shake me lightly. I pretended not to feel it. Keeping my
breathing somewhat even.
"Oh come on Bella. You're not a
very good actress. It's
dinner
time!" He stressed, his cool breath on my face. "You won't be
able to get to sleep tonight at this rate.
"So." I breathed. My eyes still shut.
"Bellllaaa-aa," He sang. "Get uuuuu-up!"
I groaned. "Fine." I muttered. "How you put up with me I have no idea."
"That's because." He said. "I think—I like you. A lot."
I blushed, a bright, bright red.
"Okay, let's go." I said.
He smile faltered a bit, but he covered perfectly and said, "Let's,"
I stumbled on the dress I had on when I got up. Of course, I hadn't had to prepare myself for the fall. He caught me. Edward. I think I love you too. But how can I tell you. I'm not a superman. I want to be. I don't want to be your Lois Lane all the time. I'll tell you soon though. Maybe then, I'll be, a superman.
"Thanks,"
"No problem."
"Were you speaking Spanish before?"
"Yes." He replied.
"Can you speak French?" I asked eagerly.
"No, I'm sorry."
"That's okay. I was just wondering. Can you say—I love you, in Spanish?" I asked laughing.
He grinned and answered, "Te quiero,"
"I can't wait to tell that to my brother." I grinned.
Once again his smile faltered a bit and he said, "How do you say I love you in French?"
"Je t'aime"
"Mmm Such a beautiful language.
And then we went down to dinner. Explaining to Alice who was pouting that I had fallen asleep. Nothing else. She finally said fine and left me alone. I smiled at her. And thought. "Te quiero," Such a beautiful thought. And then thought, "Je t'aime, Je t'aime,"
"Home, accueil, home," I thought.
A/N: Applauds to herself. Beautiful. The power of language. In my language, home is illu and I love you is Naku Nuvu Ante Istam. If you can guess what language I speak you get an early update!
