Bella

Edward was scaring me. I had never seen him like this before. He seemed almost unhinged. I didn't like that he was sitting so close to me, watching me. He had warned me not to talk, but that was all I felt compelled to do. I had to think up some sort of explanation, something that would make him less angry, but that was hard to do when I didn't know what he was thinking. Did he hate me? Did I disgust him? Did he plan to turn me over to the cops? Is that why he had looked for me? Who was the guy who had found me and how had he found me? Was it the phone call? Was that where I had gone wrong?

"I…" I began, but Edward glared at me, forcing me to be quiet. I bite my lip as tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I refused to allow him to see me weak. I looked down at my knees and played with the sleeve of my top. I wished he would leave me alone. I didn't want to sit with him right now. I didn't want him staring at me. In fact, I was pretty sure if he did leave me alone at this moment, I would look for my passport and escape through the secret passageway installed in my walk-in closet. Perhaps that was the very reason he wasn't leaving my side. He didn't trust me. He knew I was a flight risk.

Thankfully, the doctor showed up about twenty minutes later. I was so grateful to have a distraction. Edward didn't even leave the room when he came. Instead, he stood in the background with his arms folded, watching us. The doctor said my leg was infected and because it hadn't been treated properly, and it would most likely scar. He dressed it for me and gave me antibiotics, which I was to take three times a day. He also warned me not to have any alcohol or they wouldn't be as effective. I almost laughed at him when he said that. Did he have any idea what I was dealing with? There was no way I planned to stay sober to get through these next few days. In fact, I intended to pour myself a drink as soon as he left.

Jasper came to collect him when it was time for him to go. He looked at me worriedly, but never spoke a word to me. When the two of them were gone Edward moved back to the bed. As he sat down I made a move to get up, thinking I would have that drink right about now, but Edward grabbed my wrist tightly and forced me to stay in place. "Time to talk."

I swallowed hard as I stared up at him, and then I said the first thing that came into my head that I believed would solve all my problems. "I think we should call the wedding off." Judging by the look on his face, he didn't agree with me.