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Chapter 10: Words and Walks

(Back to Bella's Point of View)

I couldn't control myself. It was like my emotions were taking control of my body. Before I knew what was happening, my head was inclining towards Edwards, my eyes closing. We were all alone in the sitting room, no chaperones, and the first chance I got I was trying to kiss him. My heart was racing, and I was blushing furiously, but I had no control over my lips. I couldn't sense Edward advancing, I opened my eyes a fraction of an inch. I was met with the most frightening scene my imagination could conjure up. Edward's eyes were coal slits, his nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched. Abruptly I opened my eyes the rest of the way and halted any movement. He glared daggers at me, and was out of the room in a flash. I heard the door slam, and the distant neighing of a horse. My mouth hung open in surprise, and I burst into tears, throwing my fists over my eyes. What was wrong with me? I was acting like a fool; Edward Cullen did not love me, and most certainly didn't wish to kiss me. No woman of society would ever dream of being that close to a man before marriage. But his eyes, he was so angry; it was like the first day all over again.

Tears continued to flow down my cheeks when someone entered the room. I tried to hide my eyes, but was unsuccessful, they were sure to be red and puffy by now.

"Where's Edward?" A smug voice asked.

"He left," I answered Rosalie, my voice shaking. She chuckled, a knowing look in her fierce eye.

"What could you find humorous at time like this?" I was appalled, but then again, Rosalie had never shown concern for anything that had to do with me, although, I always thought that she cared about her brother.

"I knew, you two could never last," she said, matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, salt drops still streaming down my face.

"You didn't possibly think that Edward could love you did you?" She asked, taking as seat on an armchair.

"Not anymore," I whispered, as a sob escaped my throat.

"He was forced into this marriage just like you. Edward's a gentleman though, so he would never have told you himself." I was still confused, what didn't Edward tell me?

Rosalie noticed my puzzlement, she sighed, "We felt sorry for your country Bella, our armies are consistently slaughtering yours, and we thought, to save you from further embarrassment that we would offer peace," She sneered, the beautiful model giving the look of the devil, "Edward was the odd man out, so naturally, he was stuck with you." Rosalie began picking at her nails; she was already bored with this conversation, and she was speaking the truth; I was a burden on their family. No one wanted me there, least of all Edward. I'd make his life easier if I just left.

"Don't delude yourself to think that a man as great as Edward could want to spend his life with you. It was a requirement, nothing more," and with that, she crushed my dreams forever. Rosalie sauntered out of the room, and a new round of tears flooded out.

I needed to leave, to get out of this place, and away from its inhabitants. Pulling a handkerchief out of my reticule, I followed Edward's path of destruction. The door was swinging open, rain pooled on the rug just inside the door. I wrapped my shawl around my shoulders tight, trying to fight the cold that seeped in. I didn't know where I was going; I just needed to be anywhere but there, anywhere but there when Rosalie came back, anywhere but there when Alice would try to console me, anywhere but there when Edward returned.

I set off down the road, trying to dam up the river that was flowing out my eyes. What would I do? I couldn't go home, I had promised to marry Edward, to do it for my people. I would have to go through with the wedding. It was the only choice. Maybe after we got married, I could move back home and never see them again. That would work. I would suggest it if Edward ever came home. I was a pathetic excuse for a princess. Why had God made me of all people royalty? Surely someone else could have done a better job with what they were given. I was crying freely now, tears running down my chin and neck blended with the rain that had begun to fall.

The wind started to pick up. A strong breeze was pulling my hair out of place, blowing it this way and that. My skirts were getting muddy, and I was shivering with the cold. Of all the nights to run away, I had to choose this one. A stray breeze whipped through the air and plucked my shawl from around my shoulders. It flew three feet in the air, dancing in the wind. The sheer white fabric looked like a ghost taunting me, telling me to come get it. It was my life flying away from my outstretched hands. I ran towards it trying desperately to grasp it before it could stray farther. The shawl dropped on the road a few yards away from me. It looked lifeless now, dead. I bent down and scooped it up, glad that I could keep some things under control.

Then I heard it. Neighing. At first I thought it was Edward on his horse, coming to get me like in a fairy tale. Then as I straightened up, I saw the upcoming danger. Horses, only a couple feet away, were rearing on their hind legs. I braced myself ready for the kick when it came. Sure enough, a hoof with a metal shoe collided with my chest, knocking me back. I crashed to the ground, waiting for the carriage that was attached to trample me too, but it never came. Instead, I felt a slight pressure on my stomach. I looked up, expecting to see carriage wheels, but instead was met with the breathtaking sight of Edward. He had pinned me to the ground, his body lying on top of mine. I looked around trying to see the dreadful carriage, but it was nowhere to be found. That's when I noticed Edward's arms. They were reaching above his head, supporting the weight of a 2 ton carriage and its horses. In a split second, he had thrown the vehicle past us down the road. The horses continued as if nothing had happened.

"Bella, Bella, breathe," Edward screamed, gingerly grasping my cheeks. I exhaled, not realizing that I had been holding my breath. I felt a sharp pain in my lungs when I tried to take a second breath. I gasped at the agony.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked, concerned, he was trying to find the source of my pain.

"My chest," I wheezed. I pulled my collar down. A purple horseshoe-shaped bruise was forming quickly.

"Good Lord Bella, we need to get you inside," he said.

"I'm sorry." A tear slid from my eye. I was being a burden.

Edward looked confused, "About what?"

"Everything. I'm sorry that you are stuck with me, and that I almost got us killed."

"Bella," He said quietly. "I wish I knew what it was you're thinking. I'm not 'stuck' with you. Why would you assume that?"

"Rosalie-"

"What did Rosalie say?" Edward growled.

"Never mind, it's not important. Edward, you lifted that carriage." I said astonished as I realized the magnitude of his accomplishment.

"Excuse me? Bella, you're delusional, we need to get you warmed up." He shrugged off his jacket that was miraculously free of mud, though we were laying buried in it, and draped it over my shivering body.

"No Edward, I saw you. You really did lift the carriage and the horses."

"Bella, that's not possible," His eyes bore into mine. I had expected to meet his hazel gaze, but instead it was obsidian.

"Your eyes," I whispered.

Edward pulled back and scrutinized my face, "Bella are you ok? You're not making any sense." He placed a cold hand upon my wet forehead.

I pushed his hand away for fear that it would distract me from my mission, "Your eyes Edward. Their black today, like the day I first came here." I shuddered at the memory of his dark expression then and tonight. "Why are you angry?"

"Bella you're shivering and you're being irrational. We need to get you back inside."

"The first day I came here," I persisted, "your eyes were black, and you looked like you could kill something. Now your eyes are black again and you were furious when I," I paused, "got so close earlier. Why? Why are they black when you're mad?"

Edward face froze. He looked down and studied my eyes. "I'm not mad, or angry,-"

A rumbling sound filled my ears. Edward grabbed my waist and rolled over again. A second carriage thundered past. Edward looked down at me. It suddenly dawned on me what position we were in. I blushed furiously. This was not proper for a young lady, lying in the mud with a man on top of her!

Edward carefully placed his finger against my red cheek. His touch made me shiver again, his skin was so cold.

"Edward, umm," I looked down at our bodies pressed together.
He smoothly lifted himself from me and helped me to my feet.

"I think we need to get out of the road and back inside before you take ill. We wouldn't want to postpone the wedding a second time. Your father would probably storm the castle and demand to know what we're doing to you."

He was trying to change the subject, but I wouldn't give up so easy. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow I would ask him about his eyes and the carriage, but for now I was in pain, and I wanted my bed. I was stumbling all over the place, my legs wouldn't cooperate with my abdomen, and my back was in pain from the fall, not to mention my chest was throbbing like a drum. Without saying a word, Edward pulled me into his arms and carried me the rest of the way. I wasn't about to argue.