Chapter 8: Procrastination
Previously…
"Bella? Are you coming?" He looked worried.
I don't want him to be worried.
I nodded my head, but I felt dizzy. As I slowly walked towards the door, the dizziness increased and I started to see black spots. My breathing sped up and I had flashes of Phil beating me running through my mind. I could hear Edward say my name, but I didn't have the strength to tell him something was wrong. As I fell towards to floor I heard someone running towards me, shouting me name.
"Edward." I whispered. Then the world went dark.
Where the fuck am I?
I was standing in the middle of some forest. The sun was setting and it hit the trees beautifully. All I could see was green. Something about that specific shade was familiar, but I shook it off.
As I marveled at the colors, I had a feeling someone was watching me. I didn't want anyone near me, so I turned to confront them.
No one was there.
I turned back to the trees and suddenly felt like I could do anything. I felt happy, truly happy for the first time in what seemed like forever. I started laughing while I ran through the trees. I stopped at a big wall of green.
Shrugging, and excited, I pushed through it… And fell to the floor.
Of course.
When I got up, I was stunned. I was in a perfectly round meadow, with all kinds of colorful flowers. I was lying in the shade of one of the trees on the outskirts of the meadow, when the feeling of unease creeped up on me.
I turned around suspiciously, but just like last time, no one was there.
I stood up to admire the meadow properly. The grass looked soft and springy. It was almost knee-high. As I walked, I ran my fingers through it, marveling at the silky touch. Again, it felt familiar to me just like the green color had, but I shook it off.
I ran to the center of the meadow and spun around until I fell to the ground, laughing.
I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling calm and serene.
Suddenly a dark shadow was cast over my head.
"Hello, Isabella. Or should I say goodbye?"
I was struggling to get out of his firm hold on my body. I could feel the tears slipping down my cheeks and the sobs wreaking through my chest.
"Let me go! Please, just let me go!"
"Bella, it's okay, no one's gonna hurt you. I'll keep you safe. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Forgive me, my love." The hold on my body morphed into a soft embrace as my body relaxed at the sound of his voice.
I was lying on the floor, encircled by Edward's arms. He was stroking my hair, soothing me as my breathing slowed and my cries turned to whispers.
I didn't open my eyes until I felt something wet touch my face. I looked at the tear that fell on my cheek and knew it wasn't mine. I'd stopped crying already.
I looked up at Edward and saw him keeping his eyes closed as he kept soothing me with his broken voice.
I think I just heard my heart crack a little.
As I paid attention to what he was saying, I grew confused. Why was he apologizing to me?
My hands reached up on their own accord as they cradled his face and stroked his hair. I held him closer and pressed featherlight kisses wherever I could.
"It's okay, Edward. I'm okay, we're okay. Open your eyes for me, tell me what's wrong." I whispered to him.
He stopped talking and just held on to me tightly. I wiped away every tear with a kiss and held on to him just as much.
Finally, he opened his eyes.
He reached up his hands and cupped my face gently. My cheeks flamed at the look in his eyes. It was intense, burning and forlorn.
Knowing we'd need some privacy, I pulled at him so we could get up. Our eyes didn't break away as he stood up and held me close. We moved to the staircase as if we were one and went to his room.
We crawled onto the bed and just looked at each other, never touching.
Slowly, I brought my hand up to his hair and stroked it. His eyes grew darker and somehow more intense. He placed his hand on my waist and motioned for me to come closer.
I complied eagerly, never faltering in my gentle strokes of his hair.
He was the first to break eye-contact.
The second his eyes hit my lips, we attacked each other hungrily. His hands were everywhere and mine were…
Waving around as if I was trying to land a damn plane.
I didn't know what to do, but I sure as hell wasn't going to break our kiss. Instinctively, I graabed hold of his hair, tugging slightly. He growled at me, sending me further in my frenzy.
He was all I could sense, surrounding me and thrilling me.
His hand on my waist burned to the bone in a most enticing way.
His hand rubbed soothing circles on my neck , making my hairs stand on end and he pulled me closer to which I readily obliged.
Aye aye, Captain! Just, uh, keep doing that… Oh my.
My train of thought faltered as did my breathing when he was suddenly on top of me, taking control of our fiery embrace.
His leg was wedged in between mine and was creating a delicious friction. I moaned and held him closer, scraping his scalp with my nails.
His throat vibrated with his growls as he moved his lips to my neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there.
I gasped at the sensation, holding his head closer. He changed sides on my neck and slowed to an agonizing pace.
I growled in frustration and took control of the kiss, straddling him as I rolled him onto his back.
I ran my hands down his chest, feeling his stomach tense as I slipped my hands under his shirt. I raised it up slowly, scraping my nails along the way.
He groaned and pulled it of in a second, leaving me face to face with his halfnaked appearance. I kissed every inch smirking when I felt him moan at my touches.
My hand slipped lower until I felt his belt. I slipped my hand in just when…
"Bella! Stop molesting poor Edward!" We fell to the floor the same time the house shook with a booming laugh.
One look at Edward, and I knew he was just as vengeful as me.
We whispered the name of the idiot who cockblocked us.
"Emmett."
