Oh my god, you guys. I am so incredibly sorry for not writing sooner. So much crap has been going on lately. I've been getting in some drama with this one chick, not to mention I have not only my orchestra concert coming up soon which means I have full orchestra in the morning, but a choir concert two weeks after that with girls choir every tuesday and thurday mornings. Woo, not to mention projects galore. So, I hope this will go smoother now that I know what I need to do in order to update.
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Twilight, or Edward, or his hugs which, in this story are sort of amazing. ;D
"Let's go," Jacob grunted. He grabbed my wrist, yanking me down the driveway, shoving me toward the truck once we got to it. Knowing that if I didn't get in fast enough he would leave me behind, I scrambled my way into the cab.
He sped, always too fast, toward Port Angeles, not speaking once. But words were not needed; they would only be hurtful words, meant to scar me like his fists couldn't.
After only a forty minute drive, we arrived in the small town, pulling up to the usual place, La Bella Italia. Though he was cruel, he was anything but cheap. I climbed out of the truck first, closing the door gently as he chanted to himself. I couldn't hear it, but I figured it was something along the lines of "Don't hurt her tonight; you're out in public." Then he looked up, smiled a loving-to-anyone-who-looked-at-us smile with some of the unhideable anger lurking just underneath the surface, obvious if you looked for it.
He didn't act angry either. He came around to me, linking his arm through mine, placing a seemingly loving kiss on my cheek, then whispered in my ear, "Don't try anything. I know we haven't been anywhere for a while but it doesn't mean you can slip." Then he kissed me on the cheek again, leading us inside the restaurant.
Still holding up the role of perfect, loving boyfriend, he walked inside and got us a table. But never in a million years did I expect to see Edward here.
There he sat, one table away from me, his mother and father on either side of him. At least, I assumed they were his parents; I'd never met Edward's parents before. Edward, who had noticed me several seconds ago, moved his eyes slightly to the side, noticing Jacob. So instead of walking over and embracing me like he usually would, he gave a small smile and then turned back to his meal.
Looking me straight in the eye, Jacob's façade slipped just a little.
"Who's that?" he asked me in a seemingly loving voice. But his eyes glistened with hatred. For me or for Edward, I wasn't sure, but it was intense.
"He's my friend from school. His name is Edward." I tried to stay calm, to make my voice not waver, but his eyes were scary, showing just how much hatred and anger he had in him.
Leaning across the table, he whispered in my ear while stroking my cheek, "Well, we'll have to have a conversation about your little…friend over there when we get home." He leaned away, smiling a sickly sweet smile. I flinched just a little, knowing it would most definitely be more than a talk.
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The rest of the dinner went as smooth as it could go with my best friend and my boyfriend in the same room. Edward would occasionally sneak a look at me when Jacob was away or in the bathroom. His eyes always showed his concern for me, but he never came over, understanding the threat it would pose if Jacob were to come out.
Jacob and I were pulling up to his house, and I tried to hold back the tears I knew were about to fall.
He got out of the car, not bothering to come around to my door like he may have if we were still in public. I scrambled out, waiting for his command to come inside. He stared at me for a moment before walking toward the door, motioning to me with a harsh motion that meant 'come in and come now'.
I walked inside the empty house, sitting down cautiously and carefully on the couch while I braced myself for the pain.
Jacob's voice boomed from the bedroom, harsh and cruel: "Why the hell was he at the restaurant?"
"I don't know, Jacob," I told him completely honestly. "I had no idea he would be there."
"He seemed awfully ready to come over and talk. What have you told him?"
"I haven't told him a thing," I told him, thankful I could lie to him. "He has no idea." As I spoke, a single tear rolled down my cheek.
Finally, Jacob walked out of his bedroom, fists balled up and a look of murder on his face. His fist sped toward my face before I could even think, hitting me square in the jaw. His voice sounded in my ear like thunder after a loud bolt of lightning: "Do. Not. Lie. To. Me." Picking me up by the neck, he threw me on the ground, my head hitting the hard concrete base of his house.
Though my body was aching to scream out, I didn't dare make a noise, knowing the pain would just increase. He slapped me several times before picking me up again and throwing me at the couch. My ankle that had just finished healing twisted slightly and I whimpered at the pain. Luckily, he didn't notice. However, he was coming back to me.
"I hope you've learned your lesson," he told me. "Never tell anyone to be at a dinner with us ever again." Apparently, he was forgetting the fact that I had no idea we would be going anywhere before 15 minutes before he came.
Shoving me out the door, he left me with an, "I'll be picking you up tomorrow at 7:30. No earlier, no later. We will be going out with the guys." The door slammed behind me and I walked a short distance before sitting down, realizing I could call Edward and ask him to pick me up. Hopefully I could lie well enough. He always seemed to pick up on my lies, no matter how small.
Taking my, thankfully, undamaged phone out of my pocket, I picked his number out of my favorite contacts, taking a deep breath before pressing 'send'. I could only hope that he either had taken his own car or was already home.
Lucky me, he answered on the first ring.
"Bella?" He sounded a little relieved and a little worried.
"Hi, Edward. I just wanted to know if you could pick me up…?" I let the sentence trail off, hoping he would accept it. But, because it was Edward, he wouldn't.
"Bella, are you okay?" His voice was high and anxious, obviously worried.
I sighed, trying to figure out how to phrase it. "I am away from Jacob's house and I am in decent condition." Edward sighed, promising to be there within fifteen minutes. After giving him directions and saying a thanks, I hung up the phone to wait for Edward to show up.
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Fifteen minutes later, a silver Volvo pulled up to the curb I was sitting at, a distressed Edward climbing out the passenger side. I smiled up at him. He gave me an attempt, but I could see the worry that he was trying to hide. I stood up, dusting off my clothes. Once I was done, he pulled me into a tight hug.
"I never get more scared than when you call me asking to pick you up. I'm terrified you're going to be as hurt as you were that first night," he whispered in my ear. Pulling back, I could see just how scared he was despite my presence in his arms. He looked down for a moment before blushing and letting go of me.
"You're sure you're alright?" he asked me after several seconds of silence.
"I'm positive," I told him, though my ankle was still bothering me, and I was positive I would have more than several bruises to cover up tomorrow morning. He gave me a look before opening my door for me seeing that I had my seat-belt on before going around to his side of the car and climbing in.
We pulled up to my house in a little over fifteen minutes because of my pleas for him to slow down. He climbed out of the car, coming around to my side before I could even get the seat belt back into place. If he was any two things in the world it was loving and gentlemanly.
Walking me to the door, he had a more genuine smile on his face, showing that he was getting over the fact that I had just been beaten. He pulled me into another less fierce hug.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he told me walking off the front porch. And with just that sentence, I knew tomorrow would be a decent day.
So, how'd you like it? Don't hold back, pleasee. I want to know what or who you want to see, what you don't like, what you want more of, anything. I love your ideas. So please review to tell me what you like and what I can do better!! :D
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-Erin