Chapter 11. Explanations from a Dark Angel
"What's your father like?" I asked Edward as he drove though New York to the air port. Something with work had called him to San Francisco and though I was sad to see this beautiful city he had brought me to fly away past the window I leaned against, I was just happy to be with Edward, my love.
We had been talking animatedly for an hour while we were stuck in traffic about my family. About how Charlie overcame a lot in the past few years and I talked about Rene and how she looked, how she was before she died. I talked about everything in my life so I asked about the one thing he tried to change the subject about every time. His own father.
Edward's soft smile that had been plastered on his face had now turned bitter and salty. His grip on the steering wheel tightened and he scoffed loudly. His eyes burned with rage instead of the love he once held in those green orbs. I slowly shrank back into my seat when I saw the speedometer shoot straight to 100 mph.
I whimpered lightly in fear. He was upset and apparently Edward wasn't so nice when he was upset. I thought of everything he could do to me since I was the one to cause this sudden change of mood for him and I whimpered again. I didn't think he had heard it because the roar of the fast moving tired basically drowned out any other sounds but he heard my terrorized cry.
His eyes turned suddenly to worry, guilt and agony and soon the car slowed and eventually pulled over somewhere on the busy streets of Manhattan-if that was even possible. He left the car in park with the engine still on but quickly he took off his seat belt and turned his whole body so he could easily unbuckle me as well and pull me into a gentle but loving hug.
His hands moved to stroking my hair gently and rubbing tiny circles into the small of my back and I relaxed a little instead of shaking with fear of him. I knew I should've let the fear hit me a little earlier but the thought of getting my face turned into ground beef or crashing a car with a force of 100 miles per hour didn't sound too great to me.
"I'm sorry…" Edward whispered into my shoulder lightly through the thin black cashmere sweater and the white wife beater I wore under that. "I'm so sorry…" he sighed in agony. I shook lightly under his touch but it was a good shake. It was caused by the spark I felt that ran through me when he touched me.
I sighed gently and ran my hands up his chest, neck and finally let my hands settle in his disheveled head of hair. I ran my fingers through his hair a hundred times and just sat there in his arms until he finally pulled away to look at me with the saddest eyes.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to scare you. Honestly, it just in my nature…as horrible as it sounds." Edward said looking down at his legs and leaning back into his seat. I still held his right hand in both of mine and gently tried to write little hearts in his palm.
"I understand. As weird as that sounds…" I whispered gently and tried to give him a reassuring smile but I was pretty sure my eyes still held some fear when he looked into them. He sighed and gently pulled his hand out of mine and held his head in between both of his hands.
"I can't believe he does this to me. I can't believe my own father angers me so much that my bad side comes out and I scare my own girlfriend…" he said shaking his head in his hands.
I smiled weakly, mad at myself for doing this to him by bringing this up at all, and pressed my palm gently on his cheek as he leaned into my hand and closed his eyes.
"Tell me about him while we drive." I said motioning towards the little clock on the dash board. "We're gunna miss our plane if we stay here any longer!" I said gently. Edward's eyes snapped open and he burst out into a fit of laughter. I looked at him confused and tilted my head to the side lightly like a lost puppy.
Edward looked at me and saw I was serious about my remark and he scoffed lightly for a minute before speaking.
"Bella…we can't miss my own private jet!" Edward said smiling at me with so much love and compassion in his eyes I felt my bones melting into goo.
"What?" I asked stunned for a moment when it all came to me finally.
We were going on a private jet. HIS private jet! I'd only ever been on a regular commercial airplane a hand full of time and I always rode in coach, I was lucky to even catch a glimpse of the first class area when the stewardesses would go in between the cabins. I focused back on Edward for a moment and saw a hint of confusion in his own eyes now. Edward looked at me gently then quickly spoke in a serious tone.
"I've never been on a regular airplane…" Edward said putting the car in drive and driving into the line of backed up cars now at the red light a few yards away. He kept his eyes on the street and left hand on the steering wheel but gently kept my hand in his.
"Really?" I asked genuinely astonished. He chuckled darkly and nodded with no emotion in his eyes yet. "Well," I said chuckling gently and squeezing his hand lovingly before continuing. "You definitely aren't missing anything!" I said shaking my head. Edward sighed in light frustration then spoke in a calm but stern tone.
"My whole life Bella I knew I was different. My father and mother placed me in the most expensive and prestigious school from the time I was in diapers. We went to Aspen and Switzerland for Christmas, Tahiti and Hawaii for spring break and Italy and Paris for summer. My father wouldn't let us enter an airport without several body guards around us even though he carried machine guns in his luggage like freakin' Scar Face! I never knew what normal was Bella until I finally opened my eyes and looked at the world like it didn't revolve around me and my family." Edward said in a sort of ashamed tone. I didn't focus on all of the things he had mentioned though. I was thinking of a small Edward dressed in a little suit with his hair trimmed back with that smug smile of his he got when he got what he wanted and those beautiful emerald green eyes glistening.
"You were lucky Bella. You're life may not have been perfect but you at least had some form of normality…and I envy you for that." Edward said as we finally moved through the traffic and closer to the airport.
"I wouldn't envy me Edward…" I said gently. He looked at me with a confused look and I sighed and let go of his hand as I leaned on my fist and stared out the window.
"Why not?" he asked in a quiet tone. We had finally made it to the airport and he was driving up behind the larger area of the air port to what seemed like a smaller but still pretty large garage looking area.
"Edward…" I said looking out the window at the passing clouds but continued quietly. I closed my eyes and pursed my lips gently before taking in a deep breath and speaking as if with reluctance. "There are a lot of dark things in my past Edward and there are still a lot of things I haven't told you and things you don't know about me." I said darkly, letting my hair fall in my face to hide what I knew my face would look like; dark and depressed with the anguish of my past sill there to haunt me.
"I know about your past Bella." Edward said parking inside the large garage which held nothing but a small but elegant and expensive looking jet and now Edward's silver Volvo. My head snapped up at what he said and I narrowed my eyes at him questioningly.
"What?" I asked coldly. I felt a bitter hatred to whomever told him about me. "How? Who told you!" I asked with anger boiling up in me now. Edward's face grew weary and he shook his head.
"Bella, no one told me." he said lifting a hand up slowly and gently running his fingers over my face so lovingly chills ran all over my body.
"Then how?" I asked looking up at him with what I knew were darkened and angered eyes. He sighed and gave me a sad smile like all the social workers used to give me when I was placed in another foster home.
Edward gave another prolonged sigh as if he were trying to stall as long as he could and then he ran his hand over his face quietly as if he were extremely tired now.
"When I first started to understand my feelings for you I made the mistake of telling my sister, Alice, that I actually felt a genuine spark for someone other than myself." he said chuckling guiltily then continuing. He looked at me straight in the eyes and spoke in a flat tone. "Alice, my sister as I said before, had stolen your file from the main office. She didn't read any of it, surprisingly, but she did give it to me and I read through all your report cards, transcripts and the social worker complaints." Edward said with something in his eyes that made me feel even more insecure about this whole situation but he didn't stop. He was already too far in too do that.
"I read about the time the neighbors had called the cops because your father had gotten so drunk that he had locked you and your mother out of the house after coming home from your grandmothers." he stopped looking at me as I felt my lip start to twitch slightly but continued. "I read about the time Charlie beat your other until she passed out into a small coma and then beat you and broke your arm. I read about the time you tried to stand up against Charlie and he broke a glass bottle, cutting you neck and leaving you with twenty-six stitches." Edward said lifting a gentle hand to move my hair from my neck and carefully trace the seven inch long, white scar on the right side of my neck.
I was in full shut down mode now. He had brought up so many things from my past I couldn't even think clearly. All I could hear was the screams of a young woman and a little girl playing in my head over and over and over and over and over…like a broken record right smack dab in the middle of my brain.
Daddy stop! Please!
One.
CHARLIE! NO! Not the baby! Hit me! Not the baby!
Two.
Let go of her you drunken asshole! Let g-!
Three.
Bella! BELLA! Where are you, you little piece of shit!
Four.
Mommy! MOMMY! Please wake up! PLEASE!
Five….
That was it. I started screaming and thrashing around in the small car like crazy.
MY hands balled up into tight fists as I thrashed and kicked the dashboard and my fists banged onto the glass windows until the glass shattered under my fists. My hair was flying and Edward's gaze was terrified and confused.
My lungs were burning from the screaming but I didn't care. My panic attack was too far in and by now I couldn't even think of stopping it. I wasn't Bella anymore, I was just that little girl cowering under her bed with her hands covering her mouth so her father couldn't hear her.
"BELLA!" Edward screamed loudly through the car but I was now thrashing harder than ever. That's when I saw the blood on my hand. My blood. The shards of glass had cut my hand and now there were three or four men in suits running from the jet over to the car. They wouldn't get here in time since it was a long run but Edward shot out of the car once he figured out he could stop me now. I thought he was gunna jump onto the jet and leave me to rot but before I knew what was going on my door flew open and I was being pulled out of the car with a gentle but strong force. Images of me being dragged out from under my bed my Charlie by my hair resurfaced and soon I was screaming so loud the whole airport probably heard us.
Instead of the beating I imagined, though, I was pulled into a strong pair of arms that cradled my fitful body caringly.
"Bella! Bella listen to me! You're alright! I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again! Never! Come on Bella, it's me. It's okay! I'm here!" I heard Edward's soothing voice through the frightening blackness I was sinking into again and the footsteps of the people around us now.
My breath turned from gasps to light panting to now just hiccups in his arms and my body had turned to jell-o from being so tired and I was now just still in Edward's arms.
"Get the jet ready. Mrs. Cullen and I will be there momentarily." Edward told someone quietly behind him. Mrs. Cullen? Who was that? His mom? Was she coming with us? I had so many questions but I didn't focus on that just trying to get calm.
"Shhh…it's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm never going to let anyone ever hurt you again." Edward cooed in my ear as he smoothed my hair gently, trying to soothe me. I finally let myself settle into his arms and it felt like I was meant to be there, as if my body fit perfectly with his.
"I'm sorry…" I sobbed quietly into his chest. He rocked me gently back and forth until I was finally sort of stable.
"No, no Bella. It was my fault. I swear I will never bring that up again and Bella…" Edward said pulling my chin up to look at him gently. He spoke in a calm but stern and serious voice with love and sincerity filling his eyes. "I will never let anyone hurt you again!" he said kissing my lips softly. I heard the soft purr of the jet start up and Edward calmly spoke in my ear.
"Can you walk?" He asked quietly and looked at my basically limp body in his lap. I shook my head and he smiled humbly before picking me up bridal style, kissing my forehead and walking over to the jet…that's when I started to feel the pain in my hand.
I looked down to see nothing but blood pooling out of my palm and soon I felt the world spinning.
"Edward…" I said as I felt us getting into the jet. He looked down at me and gasped when I lifted my hand and soon the whole world went black.
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