Hey! its me. I'm not dead! lol. sorry for the looooong wait. My AP class is killing me.
I didn't know what to do or expect. I really didn't want to have to deal with all this right now. After everything that happened today, I deserved a break, right? Just a little time to think about everything that has happened to me. But, of course I don't get that.
When we made it to the kitchen I sat down on one of the stools at the island. I saw Edward look at me but I looked away. If he expected me to help "keep up the conversation" he was sadly mistaken. He had gotten himself into this, he could deal with it.
He sat the bags on the island (which was basically so big it was our table)
"I would help you put everything away, but I don't know where everything goes," he said, smiling right at my aunt.
"It's okay," she said. She continued to put the things away, "So what were you guys doing?"
"Just listening to music," he said as he came over to stand behind me, his arm stretched out next to me, leaning against the counter. I got a vision of my fathers arm on the steering wheel, just like I did in my nightmares. I quickly shook it away before I freaked out.
"Well I wish I knew you were coming over," she turned around to look at me, "I would have brought pizza or something."
"Thats okay," he said, leaning even closer. I just stared down at his arm, watching the muscles in his forearms, "It was unexpected. I just stopped by."
The closeness was just getting to be too much and I wanted him to back away. I closed my eyes.
"Are you new here? I've never seen you around before," she asked, turning back to the cabinets.
"Yeah, actually. I just moved here a little over a week ago." As he said this, he leaned in even closer so that his chest was touching my back. I didn't think he was doing it on purpose but still!
I gritted my teeth, "Can you move please?" I mumbled, so low it probably sounded like cunyulmuvnee.
"Hmm?" he asked, moving his head in even closer. My aunt turned around at that noise. I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't care if my aunt heard.
"I said, can you move please?" I said, my voice raising with every word. I heard my aunt gasp.
"Yeah," he said, backing away, his eyes wide. He was probably shocked that I spoke in front of my aunt.
I looked at my aunt just in time to see a tear roll down her face. I didn't care that I had "company" anymore. I ran from the kitchen the tears already rolling down my face. I stopped outside the door when I heard talking from the kitchen.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'll just go."
"No, no, no. It's okay." I could hear her sniffling still.
"No it's not," I heard him mumble, "I feel like I'm doing everything wrong," he sighed.
"It's okay. I mean, this is the first time she's let someone in the house that wasn't Alice. And the first time in a long time she's been in the same room as me for more than 30 seconds. Not to mention she just spoke! I mean that means there's hope, right?"
"I guess," he mumbled, "I'm just gonna go now."
I took a few steps away from the door when I heard my aunt call him.
"Just, whatever you do, don't give up on her, okay? I don't think she could take it. She's had to many people give up on her."
I didn't stay for the rest. I ran outside, needing the fresh air. Who knows what else she would tell him. I sat on the swing on the side of the porch. How dare he! I had told him to wait upstairs. None of this would have ever happened. And how dare he give my aunt false hope! I couldn't take all this. Now she would be expecting me to talk all over again. I had worked hard to build up an understanding between us. That I was never ever going to talk. And know that was all gone.
I heard the front door open and looked up.
"Bella?" he asked, walking towards me.
"No. Just go," I said, well, screamed. I stood up from the bench. The tears would just not stop flowing.
He started pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to,"
I cut him off, "You're ruining everything!" I shoved him away. I was proud of myself that he actually had to take a step back from the force of my shove. But he came right back, grabbing my face and wiping away my tears with his thumbs.
"Really?" he asked in a soft voice, "Did you ever think that this could be a good thing Don't you want to talk to your aunt. Talking doesn't mean the end of the world."
I couldn't stop the sobs from coming. Because I did. I really did want to talk to my aunt. I wanted to thank her for taking me in when no one else would. For taking care of me. I wanted to apologize for just coming home one day and not speaking to her and giving her no explanation. And maybe I could.
He kissed my forehead and let go of my face and just held me the whole time I sobbed. I relaxed into his embrace. When I finally got everything out I remembered that he probably knew everything now. I pulled away from him.
"She didn't tell me anything," he whispered, moving the hair out of my face, "She was about to, but I told her not to. I told her you'd tell me when your ready. And you will right? Because I'm not going anywhere. You can trust me. I would never hurt you," he said, looking directly in my eyes.
And for some reason, I believed him. I nodded my head.
"Yeah," I whispered, my throat sore from crying. "I'll tell you some time." I leaned into him.
"Good." I felt him kiss the top of my head.
I pulled away when I heard my aunt call me.
"You better go inside. I'll see you later."
I was turning the doorknob when I heard him call out, "I'll pick you up for school tomorrow."
And I couldn't help smiling when I shut the door behind me.
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