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Chapter 9
"Jesus Christ, Bella?"
After waiting an hour I had to walk home in the pouring rain. My house wasn't that far, just a few miles. My legs felt numb - my whole body felt numb from the cold rain and the wind whipping at my face. I had left my keys at home because of the rush I was in and of course it was the one time the doors were locked as were the windows. I found it stupid that we didn't have a spare key hidden somewhere outside like in the mailbox or under the cliche welcome mat.
I curled up on the porch my knees pulled to my chest, my hood up, trying to stay out of the rain. It was pointless though, my clothes were soaked. I must have fallen asleep, because I opened my eyes and it was dark and bright headlights were shining in my eyes and a car door slammed closed. I heard Edwards voice, but my body was so cramped and numb I didn't move. Just closed my eyes hoping for rest.
"Come here, sweetheart."
I felt myself get picked up and I gasped. Edward's one arm hooked under my knees and the other around my back. He cradled me to his body as he took me in the house and closed the door. Everything was dark inside and he almost dropped my as he tripped and dropped something else. It let out a loud noise, like when you drop a heavy cardboard box on wood flooring. He quickly found the stairs and my head nestled between his shoulder and neck and my hand grasped at the front of his shirt.
Floating in and out of consciousness we made it upstairs and I felt Edward face in my hair.
"I'm so sorry. So, so sorry."
He put me down and I grabbed at him protesting. He was so warm and dry, everything my body craved right now and he just left me on the ground. I heard water start running and I knew we must be in the bathroom. I opened my eyes a bit and saw the steam and warmness slightly filled the room. Edward turned to me and pulled off my hoodie off, then my shoes and socks. His hands travelled up my legs and stopped when he reached the button of my jeans.
"Bella, you need to get your wet clothes off and get into the bathtub. You're going to catch a cold."
He pulled away and I reached out for him.
"Don't leave." I pleaded my voice raspy.
"I will be right outside the bathroom door." He stroked my cheek and stood up and helped me up with him. "You need to get undressed and into the warm bath."
All I did was nod, and he left with that, closing the door softly.
I pulled off my t-shirt and took off my bra. Next I slid off my jeans and my panties and climbed into the tub and whimpered when my numb skin met the warm water. But I sank in gratefully. I don't know how long I saw there, but I stared off into space the entire time. How could someone so awful, so horrible and repulsive be nice? Why was he doing this for me, and why did I like that he was helping me?
Pulling the plug I wrapped a towel around myself and looked in the mirror and saw my lips were slightly blue. My body wasn't quite as numb, but I couldn't breathe with all the heat. I stepped out into the cool hallway and into my room shivering and found long pajamas pants and a baggy t-shirt. I dried my hair with the hair dryer and smiled at the slight warmth. I didn't know what to do after I was done that so I went downstairs and saw the light on in the kitchen.
A black suit jacket was on the back of one of the kitchen chairs and Edward stood at the stove stirring something in a pot. Soup, I suppose. It smelt good. He wore a white button up and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows the shirt was half tucked into his black suit pants. I just noticed now how long his legs were, and how sexy he looked..
Fuck, shut the fuck up!
I must be going crazy. Edward poured some chicken noodle soup into a bowl and sat it on the table for me and smile. I didn't smile back but I went and sat down and brought the spoon to my mouth and moaned as the hot liquid slid down my throat and warmed my insides.
"I'm sorry," He sat down in the chair beside me. "I got caught up in.. something." He shook his head.
"I don't want your fucking apology." I said my temper starting to rise.
I had let so many people walk all over me my whole life - mostly my mother - and I was done with that. I wouldn't take it anymore. I am a strong independent woman and I can handle myself. There was no reason he had to act all nice all of a sudden. He must want something. He had been an asshole all this time, so why was he nice now?
"What-"
"I don't understand what you problem with me is. You've been nothing but an ass to me and I don't deserve it. I tried being nice and I tried apologizing."
"I apologized to you just an hour ago!" His temper flared.
"Are you bipolar or something?" I asked seriously. Nice one moment angry the next.
"No I'm not. I'm just.. " He glared down at the table looking for words.
"Whatever."
He glared at me and left the room. I sipped my soup and I heard him go upstairs and get into the shower. I finished my soup and sat my bowl in the sink and went towards the living room. I tripped on something though. I cursed as pain went through my foot and I looked down to see what had did it.
A black briefcase.
Is this what Edward had dropped?
I knelt down and flicked open the two clasps and opened it slowly. I didn't know what I was expecting but inside seemed like a normal inside of a briefcase. There were papers and files and they didn't seem in any order, they were thrown in a bit messy. The brown folder on top said, "Confidential" in bit red letters. I laughed. It was like something from a movie.
"What do you think you are doing?" I heard an angry voice behind me.
I froze, and tingles went up my spine.
"I, uh-"
"Don't you know that you aren't suppose to touch things that aren't yours?" Edward walked past me and ripped the briefcase away closing it before going upstairs and slamming the door to his room.
I rose from the floor and slowly walked up the stairs and heard Edward talking to someone. Either himself or on the phone didn't matter, I already think he's nuts. There was something he didn't want me to see in that briefcase, something he didn't want me to know.
I was going to find out.
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