Here we go again with a new chapter. I still don't have a new laptop but I would buy one around the beginning of July. So maybe in a week or so.
I listened to "Lifehouse – somewhere in between" while I was writing the explication when Bella tell Edward about her mother.
I woke up to the feeling of fingers stroking my arm up and down. I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid of what I would see. Or rather, who I would see. We still had this conversation to have sooner or later about yesterday and I preferred later. I could hear deep breaths and feel them on my hair and forehead. I wondered how long he was awake. Did I talk in my sleep last night? My dad always told me that he heard me spoke at night. At the beginning, he thought that I had an imaginary friend, well I was eight. After, when I turned fourteen, he was afraid that I talked to a boy who would have slip in my room by the windows. Fathers and their imagination. I counted until three then opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Edward's chest: I had my head on it. I looked up and met his eyes. He smiled softly.
"Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?" He asked.
"Yeah. Pretty well actually. To be honest, I didn't think I had slept that well since a long time." I admitted truthfully, looking at the bed instead of him. He took my chin gently and lifted up my head so he could look into my eyes.
"That makes two of us." He said while stroking lightly my cheek. I leaned into his hand and closed my eyes, savouring the contact of it.
"Where am I?" I asked him, suddenly opening my eyes and looking at my surroundings.
"My room. Well precisely my bed if you prefer." He had a devilish smile saying that. And when I understood the double meaning I blushed.
"Did you not already answer to this question yesterday? It seems familiar."
"Yeah, I answer that. But I have to say that it's not the thing I remember the most about what you told me yesterday." He had a mysterious grin and I became to be scared.
"What are you talking about?"
"Patience, patience. You'll discover soon enough." Oh, no, now I'm really scared. What did I say? Oh, my god.
"How is your leg?" He asked seriously. I was glad that he changed the subject himself. I tried to move it and cringed a little.
"Sore. But better than yesterday anyway."
"Yeah, my father told me that it would hurt you a few days. Here." He gave me a pill and a glass of water. "Thanks." I swallowed it then looked at Edward.
"Are you hungry?" When he asked me that question, I remembered that I was not supposed to be here, but at the school. Since my dad lived far from here, I spent my week ends in my room, listened to music or watching movie. The loneliness never bothered me since I was an only child and never had a lot of friends.
"I had to come back to school, they will think I run away or something like that. I said that I was staying there." I said panicking and beginning to stand up. But Edward pushed me down on the bed.
"It's fine. We called the school and tell them that you were injured and spent the week end with us." He told me with a big smile.
"But you're sure that your parents agree with that. I mean, your father already took care of me for nothing and I don't want to-" he cut me by placing one of his finger on my lips. I instantly stopped talking at the coolness of his finger. We stared at each other before I decided to speak.
"Your finger is cold." I stated with a monotone tone. A grin appeared on his lips and he removed his finger.
"I didn't say it was bad." To be honest, I already missed the feeling. His grin became wider and he let out a chuckle. "You know what? Stay here, don't move okay?" He asked me while get out of the bed.
"Well if you expect me to jump by the window, you will surely find me dead on your garden. Either that or just on the floor of your room cause I couldn't make my way to your window."
He laughed again, rolled his eyes and get out of his bedroom. I waited until he returned with a tray full on food fifteen minutes after.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a smile. Nobody ever brought me breakfast in bed.
"I made you breakfast. You're hurt and I preferred you don't move too much. I thought you would appreciate a little rest."
"Thanks. I… I never ate breakfast in bed. I…Thanks, thanks a lot." I babbled unable to make a sentence and was grateful that he didn't relieve it.
"It's fine. I never made breakfast to someone so I hope that it's good. But since my mother is a great cook and she is the one who taught me to cook it should be good." He made his way to the bed and put the tray on my covered lap. When I saw that he was going to stay out of bed I asked him. I patted the place where he spent the night.
"Come on, I'm not going to eat all of that. I know you saw me starving but hey, not that much." I joked and he laughed. I climbed back on bed next to me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. We began to eat tranquilly. He had made waffles with chocolate and I decided to entertain myself a little. I dipped my finger in the chocolate and wiped it on Edward's cheek. He jumped and looked at me shocked before smiling evilly and looking at the food. I began to get out of the bed but he tackled me. He was on top of me and pinned my hands above my head. I trashed and tossed to escape but he had me prisoner underneath him. He took my wrists with one of his hand and with the other; he put chocolate on his fingers and traced my two cheeks. He then, drew a line from my mouth to my neck, stopping at the neckline of my shirt.
"Edward" I whispered, my breathing becoming quick. He was looking at my neck and I could see the lust in his eyes.
"You're too tempting for your own good Bella."
"Then don't resist." I was loosing control under his lusting gaze. All I wanted at the moment was to feel his lips on my neck, his fingers on my skin, and his body on mine. He looked at me and seemed to have an internal fight.
"Don't tempt me."
"That's just what I'm doing." This was the moment his phone chose to ring. He sighed in annoyance then get off of me. He watched the ID, swore under his breath and responded.
"What do you want Alice?" He didn't even try to mask his irritation. He began to pace in the room while talking to his sister.
"Yes, she's with me." He looked at me saying that and I understood he was talking about me. "Where are you? I thought you and Jasper spend the week ends with us." I could hear the voice of Alice in the phone but didn't understand what she was saying. So I just waited the end of their conversation, hoping Edward would tell me what she wanted.
"Okay. I'll make sure to tell her. See you later." He hung up and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me, ready to tell me something when he just chuckled. I must looked confused cause he explained without question.
"Maybe you should take a shower. You look like you fight for your food like that." I remembered the chocolate and saw that he still had his chocolate cheek too.
"You don't look better Mr.Cullen." I said, pointing to his cheek.
"Yeah, wonder why."
"I can't take a shower, I don't have other clothes."
"Alice is coming home this afternoon and she said she has all that you need. She spent the night here but Jasper couldn't so she went to pick him up. Apparently he had someone to see before leaving the school. She didn't tell me much. She said you find something in her room until she arrives."
"Okay, can you show me where her room is?"
"Not really difficult, it's just the door in front of mine." I get up and went to Alice's bedroom. On her bed was blue midnight underwear with a short note.
A little present for you (and maybe for Edward!!) For the rest of the clothes, I'm sure Eddie would be very happy to lend you a shirt. See U this afternoon Bella.
Alice.
I took the underwear, hid them in my back and returned in Edward's room.
"Your sister didn't take the clothes on the good size. Do you think you could lend me something?" I was not going to tell him what his sister really buy me.
"Sure, I lend you a shirt."
"Isn't it a boy's fantasies to see a girl in his shirt?"
"Well, I have to admit that I will surely appreciate the view." He said with a teasing smile. I threw him a pillow. He went to his closet and gave me a black buttons shirt. He looked me up and down and licked his lips in apprehension.
"Don't dream too much, I'll keep my skirt on." I said while go in the bathroom. Before I closed the door he said.
"Is this blue lace that you hide in your back Miss Swan?" He used his most alluring voice and I felt myself blush.
"Once again, it's for me to know and for you to find out." I said locking the bathroom door. I didn't have to ask him where the bathroom was since he had one in his room. It was coming in handy. I undressed myself and jump in the shower. I used his shampoo and soap. I took the towel which was folded on the sink border. I put on my new underwear, my skirt and buttoned the black shirt. I brushed my hair and let them wet. I came out of the bathroom to see Edward sitting on his bed, facing me. I approached him and gestured my outfit with my hand.
"Tada! Do I look good?"
"More than good." He lifted himself of the bed and came to me. He touched the first button with his finger and said.
"Is this the moment to find out? Cause I really want to see this little blue thing." I put my hand on his and lowered it to his side.
"I think it's time for you to shower. Maybe later." I said with a wink and went to lie down on his bed. He went to his closet again but this time took clothes for him. I waited on his bed until he came out of the bathroom. He went to sit next to me.
"Maybe it's time for the explications." He said with a serious tone. I sat up and nodded.
"Lauren lied. I was not with her this morning. I was helping Emmett to buy a present for Rosalie birthday. Its next week and he didn't know what to buy her. I was going to tell you but not by message cause I didn't want Rosalie to see and she might see your phone at lunch."
"So why was it Lauren who had your phone?" I asked puzzled.
"I don't know. I lost it when I returned to school and I think that she had found it. I promised you that you could trust me and I didn't lie to you. I swear."
I looked in his eyes and saw nothing but the true.
"I believe you. I should have let you explain, but I was so sure that you would hurt me. I never had real friend and you were known as the player, the boy who girls can't trust. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I understand why you don't believe me. And Lauren is good at manipulate people. Don't worry; I don't bear a grudge at you for that."
"Thanks." I knew what the next subject would be: my mother. I bit my lips nervously and waited that he asks me something. But he didn't.
"And, I'm sorry. For what I said to you earlier about your mother. I shouldn't have said something like that." He was not going to ask me. He didn't want to push me. But he deserved the true. And I was ready to tell him.
"It's not your fault. You couldn't know." I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was about to say.
"My parents divorced when I was five years old. I went to live with my mother in Phoenix and visited my father for the holidays. He lived in Forks. He still live here. One day, when I was twelve she was late after work. There was a thunderstorm and I was scared alone in my house. The lights were burnt out. I cried and cried, waiting for my mother to come home." I felt a tear rolled on my cheek. "I was worried, I tried to call her but the phone didn't function. I put a blanket on me and waited next to the window, searching for her car. She never returned. The morning, a policeman came and told me that she had an accident and that she was dead. I didn't believe him. I told him that he was lying. That my mum couldn't' die. I went to live with my father and this year he sent me here. He said that I would make friends and that with this school on my scholar record I could go to good universities. It will be four years the 11th December this year. I went to her grave two times. It's so hard to think that she is underneath that. Sometimes, I'm fine but other times I need her to comfort me or just to hold me in her arms but she's not here." I was crying by now. The tears rolled and rolled without stopping. "I miss her so much. Why did she have to die?" Edward put his arms around me and clutched me to his chest. I soaked his shirt with my tears but I couldn't stop. He stroked my hair and held me tight. "It's okay. Bella, I'm here. It will be okay, I promise. Shhh, it's okay." We stayed like that a long time. Almost all the morning. But I didn't care, because it felt good to let it go. For the first time I felt better. To know that I was not alone anymore, that Edward was here with me was enough.