Bad Knight In Shining Armor?
by flightlessbirdje
Disclaimer: These characters do NOT belong to me. This setting DOES belong to me. Stephanie Meyers is the creative brain behind these characters, not me, so no copyright infringement is intended. No reproduction is allowed without my written consent.
This is a 18+ story, so please leave if you aren't old enough.. you are welcome to come back when you are 18
A big Thank you to my Beta Lovesurfer; love you and your hard work for making this a great story
chapter 9
It has been four and a half weeks since we got here. A routine is built and the kids are fine, playing with the few things we could get before running away. It helps that they still sleep most of the time.
Bella is pissed off, like a real big pms–way pissed off, but I see her getting more relaxed each day.
It is in her eyes, the way she sometimes looks at me when she thinks I can't see it… and because we have hot water now. I think that is one point for me.
But given the circumstances she is doing fine. It isn't a small thing to realize that you rented a house, in which drug dealers played hide and seek with their drugs. And that there is a bounty on your head because you have made their drugs disappear.
After which you are kidnapped by a strange man with your children until the spring in his cabin to have to live together or even survive. With no way to escape and then to have to rely on his word 'it will be fine' with no certainty that the story he has told you really is the truth. I'd also be pissed off.
So I do my best. I stay out of her way (as far as that may be) and help her with the household. I make sure the fireplace stays on, that the kids have fun and in the evening that she has time for herself. But I also make sure that she is talking about what is bothering her, just to make sure that we keep the air around us clean. No place for irritations so we don't have to walk on egg shells.
We survived thanksgiving without a turkey, but hey the kids have no idea yet of the holidays so Bella will make it up to them next year.
I will try to get out of the cabin to find a small tree for Christmas. I can't take that away from them too.
It will be hard because the snow is still roof high and I want it to be a surprise for all three of them. Maybe that will be the thing to unfreeze Bella to me, because despite the burning fireplace, it can sometimes be very cold here within.
I hope it is the way to convince her to come with me to the bed to sleep instead of with the mattress on the ground.
Four and a half weeks. It has been four and a half weeks since we were taken and put into this cabin.
I am grateful the kids are doing fine, but I am still so angry at the world, at the broker who rented me the house, at myself for not paying attention at my surroundings, at Edward for taking us, at the snow for keeping us indoors, at the gangsters, at the police for not capturing the gangsters…
Why? Why me… why oh why…?
I can't help myself as the tears run down my face again. It amazes me that I still have tears after crying so much.
The only time I let myself go is in the shower, where silently I cry till I feel slightly better.
It helps to talk to Edward every night before we go to sleep, but still he is the reason we are here.
He knows I am still angry at him but what he doesn't know is that I am also grateful for saving our lives and that one reason why I am angry at myself is because I think he is drop dead gorgeous. That my dreams are becoming more and more sinful with him as a lead actor.
I blame it on the fact that he is the only man in the house and Jake being the last man who rocked my bed. Tarzan ain't doing it for me like that real hot erect piece of meat called penis.
My body shivers at the thought of it; my vagina gets a flashback of a good workout.
There is no way out of this, I think that even a cold shower ain't gonna fix this so I let my fingers do their magic.
