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Chapter 9: Help me?
BPOV
I woke up the next morning to a splitting headache and pain pretty much everywhere on my body. Luckily it was Saturday so I didn't have to worry about going to school. I rolled over to see some painkillers, a glass of water and a note addressed to me on my bedside table. The events of last night came flooding back. OH MY GOD EDWARD! I sat up like a bat out of hell and frantically looked around my room, where was he? He has to still be here... I mean why wouldn't he be?
Deciding to worry about it later since he clearly wasn't around, I took my painkillers and opened the note. It read:
Bella,
I didn't think it would be a good idea to be here when you woke up (no matter how much I wish I were) especially if 'Chief Swan' came to check on you. I went home to change my clothes and I will be back soon to make you breakfast and check you are okay. Ideally I would like to take you to hospital but I can see that you wouldn't want that so I will bring back a first aid kit with me when I come to check on you.
See you soon,
Yours,
Edward.
How sweet! That was my first thought. No one has ever taken as much interest in me as he does. He understood that I wouldn't want to go to the hospital and that he shouldn't have been here when I woke up. I didn't even think of that! It's like he's psychic or something...
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Almost as soon as I finished reading his note he walked through the door! How did he get in?
'Good morning Bella, how are you feeling? I used the key under the eave to get in, I hope that's okay?' He greeted me and then placed another glass of water on my bedside table and handed me a plate of toast. 'Here, I made you breakfast, you need to get your strength back. Now, what hurts?'
Well, he doesn't beat about the bush does he? Straight down to business, I couldn't get a word in edge ways! It wasn't annoying though, It was oddly comforting, knowing that he wanted to take care of me, although at this point I wasn't sure why. I quietly told him that it was my ribs and my legs that hurt the most and he set to work poking, prodding, cleaning and bandaging where necessary. He worked fast, he finished not long after I finished eating my toast. I murmured a quiet: 'Thank you.' He merely nodded and smiled at me before setting to work on my face. He got some ice from the freezer and instructed me to put it on my eye to reduce the swelling; I was getting the makings of a serious black eye apparently. Once he had finished cleaning the cuts on my face to prevent infection he perched on the end of my bed and looked at me, as though waiting for me to say something.
'Thank you, Edward. I do not know why you did this for me but I am very grateful. No one has ever shown an interest in my feelings before now, and to be honest, it feels nice; knowing that someone is taking care of me. But this can be the only time you do so; If Charlie catches you I'll be for it. I think, it's best if we don't talk anymore. I'm sorry.' It broke my heart to say the words but I couldn't put his life in danger, although it sounded like it was my life I was worried about, in reality it was his safety that worried me. As much as I ached to deny it, I liked him. A lot.
I looked up at Edward, and his expression shattered my heart; He looked devastated. Naturally, he started to protest: 'Bella, please I only want to help you. I know it's me you are worried about and you don't have to. Trust me when I say I will be fine. It's you I'm worried about; you can't go on like this. Please let me help you, my family will take you in. You'll never have to want for anything; I've seen you going to school straight from work first thing in the morning. It's not healthy. Please, please come back with me. We can protect you from Charlie.' He was serious. He actually wanted to take me away from this hell I was supposed to call my life. But what shocked me most, was how much I wanted to go with him. I wanted him to protect me, I wanted him to keep me safe from Charlie's wrath; and that was why I couldn't. I couldn't drag him into this.
'Edward, thank you. Trust me when I say you have no idea how much I appreciate this. But I can't; I can't let you do this for me; I'm not worth it. It's my fault I'm in this mess anyway, so please, just let me deal with it.'
He sighed sadly, and spoke again: 'I can see that you won't change your mind, not yet at least. Perhaps you don't trust me enough. Well Bella, I promise you that I will not give up. You are worth it, and it is not your fault. I will not rest until you are safe.'
A tear ran down my cheek, and he drew me into a hug. I was sad that I couldn't go with him, maybe he was right, maybe I didn't trust him enough. All I knew was that I was so grateful that someone was finally taking an interest in me; and maybe, just maybe one day he could get me out of here. For the first time in I couldn't remember how long, I felt safe and cared for. I felt hope.
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