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CHAPTER 7
RULE THE WORLD
EPOV
"I felt like I . . . ruled the world, y'know? Like I could stop time if I wanted to and I could do anything I wanted, y'know? That moment felt so . . . special, so unnatural to me. I never had a proper conversation with someone before and that felt so good, like it was only her and me."
Would you like to experience that again?
"Yes. I want to talk to her, and listen to her when she had something to say, and I love it when she asks questions about me and she seems genuinely interested."
Mr. Cullen, your father has said that you . . . have drunk again. That you got in a fight at the engagement show you were supposed to do for a mere bottle of champagne . . .?
"Why are you even asking me that? You know how I feel about alcohol and when Jasper took it from me . . . yeah, I went crazy. You shouldn't listen to my father, doc. You should know better than that." I stood up and slid my jacket on, pulling up the collar. My doctor shook his head and handed me the slip with my next appointment and the time. I left, banging the door behind me. Glancing at my Armani watch, I saw that the appointment had been shorter than I expected.
6.00pm. I slid into my Porsche and stroked the wheel before sighing and started the car. Isabella had a drugged me. What other guy couldn't stay away from a girl he met on a drunken night?
Not this one.
I drove slowly – which was unusual for me, I usually drove at about 90 to 100mph – mulling over what I should say when I go in that door and ask for a drink.
Hey, can I have a drink? Nah, she'll probably think I'm at it again and she'll probably ask if I was driving. What if her arrogant sexfriend was there? Right now, if I saw him I'd knock his block off. What man treats a woman that way? There fiancée? If she was mine, I would never have it off with some other girl in front of her! No, if she was mine, I would never touch or look at another girl.
How about: I wanted to see you. After today, I felt . . . whole again and I want to feel that again…?
No. if her fiancé heard then he'd think god knows what . . . I parked a little away from the bar entrance and saw that the place was crow-ded! What was going on in there? Fight? I got out of the car, switching the alarm on. The last thing I want is someone to take it away. Closing my jacket against the cold, I rushed to the entrance, opening the door and slipping in. I notice a flash going off somewhere, but I didn't have time to see who it was.
Isabella was at the counter, passing glass after glass of beer down to the guys who were waving notes at her. There faces were bright red and some people's noses were running. Urgh, I hope I didn't look like that when I was drunk! Switching my phone off, I made my way casually to the bar stand, grabbing Isabella's arm as she was about to disappear round back.
"Edward! It's so good to see you!" she said, her eyes shining bright. I grinned ruefully and leaned for ward, so my lips were touching her ear.
"Do you have a sec? I have something to ask you." She pulled away and looked at me, chewing her adorable bottom lip. I smiled at her and she looked around, her eyes scanning the room for her Mike.
"I have my break in ten minutes. Wait for me out back, and please don't get caught! I'll never hear the end of it!" she pushed me gently to the wooden door that led to the back. I looked back at her, and for the first time, I saw a small bruise forming on her cheekbone. I slid through the door and waited quietly in the shadows.
Isabella walked quietly through the door, and I stepped out of the shadows. She turned and saw me, a sweet smile spreading across her face.
What were these words??? Adorable? Sweet? Gorgeous???? Oh, God I was losing my touch.
"hey." She whispered.
"Hey." I whispered back. I led her to a small brick wall that closed the area off from a field. Taking a deep breath, I whispered, "Did he hurt you? This afternoon when he saw me with you, did he hurt you?"
"No." she lied. I knew she was lying coz her eyes didn't meet mine and she started to chew her thumb like Alice used to do when she was a little kid.
"Don't lie. Did he hurt you?" I repeated quietly.
"No. Yes." she sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I deserved it. I shouldn't've snuck off like that."
"Not like he would notice. He was too busy feeling that whore up. Who was she anyway?" I hissed.
"Lauren Mallroy. She's been after Mike for ages now. Since High School, really." Her shoulders slumped a little and she resumed biting her thumb.
"Don't do that." I whispered, I hooked my fingers round her thumb and bought it away. She looked at me for a minute before giggling quietly. I admit, I was waiting for that right opportunity to plant one on her. She looked so . . . stunning.
I leaned forward, and she stopped giggling, her breathing broke. Our lips met briefly, before the back door opened and Newton strode out, his face a mask of hatred.
"Bitch! What are you doing here? We have loads of customers out there and you are out here with . . .with him? Didn't I tell you what would happen if I saw you with the bastard again? Slut!" he hissed the last word and I stood up, squaring my shoulders. As I took a step forward, he cringed.
"The bastard has a name you shitter. Now get outta my way before I do something you might regret." I threatened.
"Why would I regret it? You'll be the one losing your career." He snarled.
"Oh, I don't give a FUCK about my shit faced career! I care more about the welfare of a girl whose fiancé has no right in beating her for nothing!" Mike blanched, and took a step away. I walked past him, digging an elbow in his ribs, and left them alone.
I know I shouldn't've, but what else could I do? He had the upper hand. I couldn't stay with Isabella all night, and Mike would get to her anyway.
I headed home, feeling sad and uneasy. What was my father going to say if he found out?
I didn't give a crap, but I still cared of what he thought of me . . .
Isabella Swan . . . I might write a song about her . . . yeah right. Like my father would let me perform it! 'Love will get you no where in your life, Edward. It'll just turn you upside down one day.'
Bastard thought he knew more than me just because he's married and has had kids and knows what life is like. I wanted to stop the car, get out and scream for a very, very long time.
Parking the car in the stony driveway, I went through the door . . .
And came face to face with the man from hell.
