When Chris drove me home that night, we took Edward's Volvo, I couldn't look at him all the way home. Earlier that night, after Esme had cooked dinner for me and Bella, when I was sat eating the delicious homemade lasagne, Chris asked me a question I couldn't answer truthfully. A question I couldn't answer at all. He asked me why I didn't care, about people or life or anything. I didn't know the answer. I couldn't blame it on my disease, because I have been this way for as long as I can remember. So I have been ignoring and avoiding him all night.
When we finally pulled up on Charlie's drive, Bella and Edward were already inside. I made to get out of the car, but Chris touched my hand as if to stop me, and I did stop.
"I didn't mean to offend you, before," he whispered, his hand still resting on mine.
"You didn't," I whispered back, I was so aware of his body so close to mine, "I just didn't know how to answer it, I don't know the answer," I whispered, a tear fell silently from my eye. Chris slowly raised his hand and gently wiped the tear away.
"I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry," he apologised softly,
"S'not your fault," I mumbled.
"Well, I'm sorry anyway," he smiled and started to lean towards me slowly. Then his lips were on mine and I forgot how to breathe or move entirely. He pulled away smiling. I smiled too.
"We should go in, before they miss us too much," he smirked. My breath caught at the sight of his beauty. We left the car and as we were walking up, he took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. It was at that very second, when I felt so safe with him there, so loved and happy, that I knew I love him. Yes, I loved Chris.
When we walked into the kitchen, hand in hand. Bella and Edward were there talking.
"Where's Charlie" I asked to both and neither of them in particular.
"In bed," It was Bella who answered. I noticed both her and Edward's eyes flick down to mine and Chris's entwined hands. I knew Chris had noticed too. I didn't much care to be honest, like most things in life.
I went over to the fridge and poured myself a drink. Chris never let go of my hand. Bella and Edward never took their eyes off us. Even when we sat down at the table with them. Edward was smiling and Bella looked confused.
"What?" I snapped. They both looked down but didn't answer, "It wasn't a rhetorical question," They both giggled. I ran to my bedroom, tears making my face wet. I knew it. It was probably a set up, right from the start, a vampire's idea of a joke.
I fell asleep that night with tears on my pillow.
