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A/N: So who enjoyed the last chapter? A minor cliffie at the end but I'm sure you could handle it. It's been over a month since I last updated and I'm truly sorry. I want to say a massive thank you to those of you who have stuck with me, I really appreciate it.
A quick message to say that I'm just going to be updating as and when I can, no promises for a new chapter every week (although I will try). But don't worry about missing a chapter because Fanfic have this awesome thing where you can follow the story and you will get a little email when I update ;).
This chapter is EPOV and I'm thinking that I might do every fourth chapter from Edward's perspective. What do you guys think?
CHAPTER NINE (EPOV)
"Better three hours too soon than a minute too late" – William Shakespeare
Shit. I curse out loud. I just dropped a glass and sliced my fucking finger open. Why am I so clumsy lately? I can't concentrate on anything, my mind can't focus and my imagination runs laps around my head. Each and every scenario my brain can come up with has one thing in common. I wear the same bloody clothes in all of them. I'm also always with Bella. She's always there. Looking fucking beautiful and delicious and I just need her. She haunts my every waking hour and I don't even get release when I sleep because she's there too. As soon as I close my eyes, I see her chocolate browns staring back at me, seducing me with their divine colour and magnetic gaze. It may sound like I'm complaining but I'm not. Well, maybe I am just a little. I'm tired of seeing dream Bella, I want the real Bella. I want to hold her again like I did the last time.
"Edward!" the stern voice of my father interrupts my daydreaming and I turn to find him standing behind me with a clipboard in his hand.
"Jesus fucking Christ, you yelled that right down my ear" Carlisle just looks at me, ignores what I said and carries on with what he was saying.
"Why is there a broken glass on the floor?" Oh for heaven's sake. See what I mean about forgetful? I remember about my finger and the blood that's currently pouring from the open wound. I hold my hand up in explanation. Dad lets me go early from my shift so I can get my finger sorted out. I tell him I'll do over time on Wednesday.
The rest of my day goes smoothly, no more cuts and broken glass. I go to my parent's house for dinner because it's a Sunday and that's what we always do. Garret sits next to me with Mum and Dad on the other side of the table. Esme owns and manages her own little book shop on the high street and Carlisle is my boss. It's weird working with your dad sometimes.
As always, we discuss what happened in our lives this week. Garret got his results back from his uni coursework, he got almost full marks. Show off. Mum, Dad and Garret all talk about this party they went to the other night, I was working so couldn't make it but it seems they had a good time. I wasn't really paying too much attention to what they had to say. When dinner is over, I excuse myself and go home. My flat is dark and cold when I arrive so I literally head straight to bed. I grab my laptop and watch some YouTube videos while I lounge in bed with a pair of joggers on. I watch about 30 more Harlem Shake videos. I'm still not sick of them. I think about getting some friends to make one with me. And then I think about Bella and what it would be like to watch her thrust in my face. And then I get hard. I head to the shower and resolve my…problem. When I'm getting so tired that my eyes won't stay open, I shut down the laptop and lie down in bed. I'm greeted by sleep and images of Bella.
The start of the week goes slowly. I work and study a little bit for my business Master's degree. Yeah, I decided to go back to uni and get a Master's. Wednesday comes and I cannot be arsed with work. I have a lot of coursework that I could be doing but no, I have to serve the mid-afternoon drinkers who are probably secret alcoholics but won't admit it. Who drinks gin and brandy on their own at three in the afternoon anyway?
"Hey, Edward?" I turn to see Carlisle looking at me. He has an apologetic look on his face. Not something you see every day.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have anything on tonight? I was hoping you would be able to work an extra hour?" I scan through my mind and figure I don't have anything planned for later.
"Sure, why?" Curiosity got the best of me.
"Carmen has been held up and she can't make it until 8 tonight" With that Carlisle heads back up to the office and I don't see him until he leaves at six.
Work goes smoothly, only a few customers coming and going with the alcoholics staying where they are and getting refills. Sam comes in for his shift while I'm drying off some glasses that have been washed. We say hi and Sam asks me if I want to go for a drink after work. I say okay, nothing else is happening. The bar gets a little busier which puts an end to our conversation. Once the flood of customers has died down, I start day dreaming about Bella again. I think about what we will talk about the next time we meet. I can't wait to see her. And that's when I remember. Fuck fuck fuck. I forgot all about our date tonight. Oh fucking fuck fuck, what type of shit person forgets about a date with the most beautiful girl on earth? I'm fucking screwed. Crap. We're supposed to meet at 8. I'm supposed to be there in 10 minutes. Fuck my life. It takes at least 20 minutes to get to the restaurant.
"Sam, I need to go. Carmen will be here in ten minutes but I need to run. Can you hold the fort until then?" My words come out in a jumbled chaos but I think Sam got the sense of my urgency.
"Err, okay, are we still on for drinks later?"
"No, sorry mate. I really need to go" I take the stairs up to the office two at a time, fly through the door, grab my stuff and leg it to my Volvo. I break all the speed limits as I head into town. Running several red lights and nearly crashing into some road works. I take as many fucking short cuts as I can think of and finally I see the sign ahead. 'Bella Italia' is written in bright red lights. Like a fucking warning sign that my life is over. I literally dump the car in the closest space I can find. It will probably get towed but that's the least of my worries right now. I check the time. Shit, it's already seven minutes past 8. I dive out the car, slamming the door behind me. I run into the restaurant and scan my eyes, searching for Bella's beautiful face. I run my hands through my hair in frustration. How could I be so god damn stupid and forget about tonight. The one chance I had to show Bella that I didn't just want to get into her pants. That I actually wanted to get to know her, and I fucking blew it. I hate myself. I turn my back to the restaurant and head out to my car. I need a stiff whiskey and a follow up vodka shot. I head back over to my car and the chilled evening air gives me time to cool down. I pull out my phone to ring Bella but movement in my peripheral vision causes me to turn my head in its direction. My heart starts palpitating like crazy when my eyes eventually focus on what it is.
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