Hey everyone! It's been a while...but well, the moment of truth is almost there and I wanted to get it right... What will happen next? I don't know...you'll have to wait!
xoxox Maru.
CHAPTER 8
EPOV
That week went on in a blur. Every night I'd play the piano and Bella would be there to read and listen to me. Sometimes I'd turn around and she was looking at me, other times she was concentrated on her book. Every night she stood up at some point while I played and went to her room. She never said good night or anything like it, but I knew she didn't because she thought she would disturb me by doing so. Now it was Friday, and I knew she was going out with Alice and Rosalie. The boys asked me to go with them to play some pool, but I was about to catch a cold or something and I was feeling bad, so I stayed home.
As I crawled into bed, all I could think of was Bella and I desperately needed her. I felt something was missing in me, as if she had taken half of me with her. I couldn't sleep, and that sense of emptiness was killing me, I felt as if someone had punched me right into my guts and I was out of air. I stood up, unable to close my eyes and fall asleep, and decided to go downstairs, with my piano.
The piano room had always been important to me. Ever since my parents bought the house, every time I felt happy or worried, or sad, I'd go down there and play. It was my comfort zone. Now, that room had a whole new meaning for me. Since Bella started spending her nights with me down there, that room turned into our space, our own bubble. And it didn't matter how tired I was, or how much my day had sucked, all I wanted every night was to go there, and play for her.
After the third night I spent there with Bella, I realized how strong my feelings were. I didn't get to know her as much as I wanted, but every day I learned something new and amazing about her. Sometimes, she would tell me about herself and her life, others, I'd look at her, and discover tiny details that clung me even more to her. I knew that her mother was dead, that she lived with her father, that she missed her mother terribly and was scared to death that something could possibly happen to her father, she told me that she would have to stay with us for a month at least because her father was tracking down the person who entered her house and it wasn't safe for her to be there. I realized that she blushed easily and wasn't accustomed to receive compliments, and every time she was feeling nervous or insecure she'd bite her lower lip in the sexiest way without even notice it. I saw her deep, chocolate-brown eyes get watery when I played any song that reminded her of her mother; and I saw her smile grow wider every night when she entered the room and found me there, waiting for her. I realized I was falling deeply for her, and very fast, by the way; there was something about her that drove me to her like a magnet, something that dragged me to where she was every time I saw her, and even though I knew I didn't even know her a lot, I could tell I was falling in love with her.
I sat down by the piano, and let my mind and my fingers flow. I imagined she was sitting behind me, like she always did, and as I thought about her eyes, her perfect face, and that beautiful, soft hair, my fingers started to dance over the keys. I felt in trance, completely over taken by her image in my mind, while I played the sweetest melody I'd ever played. Suddenly I felt afraid I wasn't going to remember it the following day, but then, I thought about her face, and the notes flowed inside my mind. There was no way I could forget her song, as well as there was no way I could forget her beautiful face.
"Edward?" A sweet voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw her there, with her shoes in her right hand and that glorious smile on her face. "I thought you were going out with the boys tonight"
"Hey Bells" whoa, where did that came from? "No, I decided to stay at home. I'm not feeling well" As I said that, she frowned and came closer to me. She inspected my face like trying to decide what was wrong with me. She continued to look at me in the eyes, with that preoccupied look on her face and put her hand on my forehead.
"Oh my God! Edward! You're burning up! You should be in bed" I looked at her, confused, and she instantly grabbed my hand.
"Come on; let's get you to your bedroom" She said that and she helped me getting up. I realized I was feeling weaker by the minute but I didn't know if it was because she was touching me or because I was having a high temperature.
She accompanied me upstairs, and after I got into bed, she went downstairs and made me some tea. She said that that would make me feel better. She brought it to me and sat on the edge of my bed, without saying anything, just biting her lower lip.
"Aren't you supposed to be out with Alice and Rosalie?" I said after a couple of minutes staring at her. She looked at me and blushed.
"Yeah, but I was getting bored and I decided to come home earlier. The girls are at the bar with your friends, you know" She smiled shyly and blushed again, as if she had remembered something that she was embarrassed of.
"Really?" I said incredulously, raising my left eyebrow "How curious is that" She laughed quietly.
"They're pretty obvious, aren't they?" She said, looking at me.
"Yeah, they're open books. You can read them easily"
"Specially Emmett!" She said laughing a bit louder "I'm sure he would kick you butt just because you compared him to a book" I started to laugh too.
"Oh yes, Emm and his "passion" for books" Her laugh faded and she was lost in thought, looking outside the window.
"You know, my mum used to tell me I was her open book. She said that only by looking at me, she knew what I was thinking or feeling. She could read me so easily" She sounded depressed. I was curious; she always talked about her mom and how both of them looked alike, but I was sure that she was much more like her mum that I thought.
"How was your mum?"
"She was the kindest person I've ever met. She was sweet, caring and very compassionate. She had a sixth sense for people, she could see their souls." She sighed, and added in an almost inaudible voice "Too bad that sixth sense didn't work with Phil". I was about to ask more about this Phil guy, because apparently he was the guy who broke into her house, but her eyes were watery again, and she was breathing faster, as if trying not to cry.
"My mum was very compassionate too." I didn't know where that came from, I just blurted that out.
"You mean Esme" She said looking at me as if I was having hallucinations or something.
"No, I mean my real mother." Uh-oh word-vomit time "Esme and Carlisle are actually my foster parents. Didn't Alice tell you that?" She looked confused. No, Alice didn't tell her THAT.
"My parents died many years ago, in a car crash. Their names were Elizabeth and Edward Masen." She opened her eyes widely, and I think her jaw almost touches the floor. She was shocked. Actually, she looked like she was terrified. What the hell is going on? What's wrong?
"You… Alice! Oh my God. I need to get out of here" She was crying and got up instantly. She ran away from my room. I got up from bed and went after her. I followed her downstairs. I was running too, but also, I was feeling dizzy and light headed. As I ran I started to feel weaker and weaker, but I couldn't stop. I had to know what was wrong.
"Bella, please stop" I said as she was about to open the front door "You can't leave, you must stay here." I started to cough and realized I was about to faint. "You can't leave me"
The last thing I saw were Bella's watery eyes looking at me in horror.
BPOV
NO! This can't be happening to me! I HAVE to go! I was completely freaking out. He is… SHE is… OH MY GOD! I MUST LEAVE NOW! I got up from Edward's bed and started to run downstairs. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; I had to go out of that house right then. But, Edward followed me and he was fast. I was about to open the front door when he said "Bella, please stop" I looked around and saw him pale and sweaty. He looked so fragile and weak; the fever was giving him a bad time. I couldn't stop crying, I knew I had to go somewhere else, but I couldn't leave him like that. "You can't leave, you must stay here." I can't stay, baby. I wanted to say. I have to leave you before you start hating me. I knew he would hate me if I stayed, and I couldn't bare that. I cried even harder when I saw him trying to reach me as he coughed harshly, he looked at me right in my eyes and I was terrified because of how bad he looked."You can't leave me" He said that and fainted. He was right. I couldn't leave him, but I had to. He was going to hate me. Alice was going to hate me. And I couldn't stand that.
"Bella, what's happening?" A worried, male voice came from behind me. Carlisle.
"H-he fainted. He's burning up" I was kneeled down next to Edward, and I said that as I stroke his hair. Carlisle checked his pulse and vitals.
"Can you handle me my case" He said, worried. I gave him his suitcase and saw how he took a thermometer out of it and placed it inside Edward's mouth. As he did that, Edward's eyes started to open again. He looked at me questioningly and I couldn't speak.
"Are you okay, son?"
"I think so" He said. His voice sounded so weak. He only looked at me in silence while Carlisle helped him get up and carried him upstairs again. He gave him some pills for the fever and ordered him to get some sleep. I left the room instantly and went to the guest room.
No sooner I had thrown myself onto bed, than I heard someone knocking the door.
"It's Carlisle" A male voice said. I stood up and opened the door. He looked worried "I think we need to talk"
