Hello and welcome back. Only just over a week's wait this time, I'm getting better.
This one's for my beloved Trayce/Monamour whose strength and courage knows no bounds. There's a little something special in it just for you my sweet.
Right let's get down to business...
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, it belongs to S. Meyer. I'm just playing with her toys again.
This storyline is still mine though, so please no fiddling with it without my permission
From Chapter 11...
"That was...without doubt...the best thing ever. If we weren't so pushed for time, I'd want to do it all over again right now." He winks.
"Really?" I blink at him, still a little overwhelmed.
"Yes, really," he replies, and brings his lips back to mine.
Chapter 12 Don't Cry Trust Me
We lie there together for a little while longer, just holding each other and enjoying gentle kisses. I feel totally blissed out and boneless, I could easily spend the rest of the day like this.
Hold on a moment.
I never lie in bed. I can't remember the last time I did it, but I feel no urge to get up. I glance at the clock. It's nearly nine o'clock. Oops! Edward never mentioned his schedule for today.
I hope I haven't made him late.
He glances up from the slow trail of kisses he was leaving along my collarbone. He must have felt me tense up. He strokes his nose with mine.
"Are you okay?" he murmurs.
Before I can reply he leans in for a deep kiss. A few moments pass before I can get my wits together and work out what I meant to say to him. Slowly the kiss-induced fog clears from my brain.
"I'm fine. I was just looking at the time. I didn't want you to be late for work."
Edward glances at the clock and does a double take.
"Shit!" he curses and leaps out of bed.
He grabs his clothes and dresses rapidly. I watch him from my position under the covers, frozen. He's leaving...and rapidly.
"I'm late...I have an early meeting. I hate being late."
Edward is grumbling away to himself while he gets dressed. He darts across to my side and kisses me firmly on the lips, pulling me to him. I can't help myself. I cling to him and try to prolong the kiss as much as I can. I don't want our bubble to burst. Soon the kiss deepens and Edward's tongue is in my mouth. It's no longer a kiss goodbye, it's heating up again. I twine my fingers in his hair. I know he needs to go but this is just so intoxicating, like a drug. His kisses make me tingle all over and it's a good thing that I am still in bed because my knees feel weak.
Slowly the kiss softens, and with a few more soft pecks on my lips, Edward finally pulls away. His eyes are full of regret.
"I'm sorry...I don't want to but I really do have to go."
He kisses my forehead and stands up. I go to follow him, glancing around for my clothes. Edward takes my hand.
"You stay in bed," he murmurs, winking at me. "I can let myself out. Get some more rest. I'll call you as soon as I can, I promise."
He must see the disappointment in my eyes as he leans in for another kiss. It's soft and sweet this time and with a whispered "later" in my ear, he's out of the room. I listen to his footfalls on the stairs and the bang of the door as it shuts behind him.
He's gone.
Gone.
This time I am determined not to let the melancholy overwhelm me. We've just had sex for the first time, it was wonderful and he wants more. I want more…more of him. Suddenly my secure little existence seems empty and hollow without Edward. I turn on my side and snuggle myself in the duvet. The pillow smells a little like Edward and I can almost feel his warmth as if he's still here. I'm still feeling sleepy so I decide to stay in bed for a few more moments and enjoy my Edward cocoon. There's nothing I need to do that can't wait a little longer...
I open my eyes, groggily feeling all disorientated. What time is it? I sit up, rubbing my eyes and glance at the clock again. Then I take another look as I don't believe my eyes. It's gone eleven! This can't be possible. My stomach growls noisily. Maybe it is? I can't believe I slept another two hours. Everything comes back into focus. I stretch and head for my bathroom to try and wake myself up. I had such a lovely dream. I woke up with Edward and we...
Wait a minute.
Did we? Oh my God. We did.
I wasn't dreaming. I really did have sex with Edward in my bed this morning. The slight stiffness in my muscles and soreness between my legs confirms this. I step into the shower and turn the water on hot. This should help wake me up. Once I'm clean and dressed I go downstairs and raid my kitchen for food. I'm starving. I've slept through breakfast and our early morning activities have left me ravenous.
After tea and toast I feel much better. Now what to do? I need to exercise the horses and I have some work to do. I decide to venture down to the yard and start there. As I am about to leave I notice my phone blinking at me from the table. I take a look. There are two texts from Edward and a missed call from Rose. I'm not surprised she called. I never sleep late and she is probably wondering where I am. At least she hasn't come and hammered on my door. I'm guessing she saw Edward's car and decided to give us some privacy. She will want to interrogate me later, that is for sure. I open Edward's texts before I go out.
*I miss you already Beautiful*
This one must have been sent as soon as he got to work. Then half an hour after the first...
*This meeting is boring. Wish you were here. Will call later*
So while I was sleeping, he was thinking of me. This warms my heart. I wander outside with a goofy smile on my face.
The weather has woken up while I was sleeping and I squint at the bright sunlight. I head to Charlie's box, deciding to take him out for some quiet road work before lunch. It'll help me wake up and maybe I will feel strong enough to face Freddie's antics later.
However, before I reach the stable door I am accosted. A whirlwind of blonde hair and squealing noise grabs me and drags me into the nearest empty stall.
"Bellaaaa! Where have you been? You didn't answer your phone. I saw his car leave ages ago
"I was asleep," I confess, blushing.
"Asleep? Asleep!" Rose yells at me furiously.
Her angry face is suddenly replaced with a triumphant grin as the penny drops. I can see the gleam in her eye. She's going to enjoy this.
"So, Bella, pray tell me what it was that you were doing that made you so exhausted you slept in... for the first time in, let me see, YEARS?" She is almost bouncing with glee.
"Edward stayed over," I respond, thinking I can tease her a little longer.
"I know that, Bella," Rose says sarkily, eyes boring into mine.
I realise I can't deflect her for long. She wants details and she wants them now.
"Well, we were up late, um, talking and stuff," I continue, trying to put this into words. I've never been good at sharing girly things, always preferring to take a back seat in these kinds of conversations. Plus for a long time now, I never really had anything much to share.
"Talking?" Rose cocks her head to one side and eyes me.
Yep. As I thought, she isn't buying this for a moment.
"Talking," I insist, firmly. "Then I fell asleep in his arms, it was lovely."
This is all true, I did and it was.
"Okay," Rose accepts, "but what about this morning? What on earth were you doing that caused Edward to be late and rush out of here like his arse was on fire?"
This time I can't deflect her. My blush gives me away. What we were doing is written all over my face. Rose starts to laugh.
"You totally did it, didn't you Bella? I could tell as soon as I saw you with that look on your face. Plus you are walking like you've been riding all day, and I know for a fact you weren't in the saddle at all yesterday."
Really, Rose is filthy at times. She leaves me speechless with this latest comment and all I can do is nod mutely at her.
"Aha, gotcha! Really Bella, you would be hopeless in a game of poker. So come on, tell me all about it! You look happy so I am guessing it was an enjoyable experience?"
Rose is now in full flow, eyes glinting evilly. She is going to enjoy every moment of this.
Slowly, I fill her in on the events of this morning. I don't give her too many details – that kind of stuff is private – but I tell her what we did, and how Edward dashed off in a hurry as he was late for a meeting.
"So?" Rose is eyeing me beadily. "How did you leave things with him? When are you seeing him again?"
I realise that I have no idea. Edward left in such a hurry we didn't make any plans. He has sent me texts this morning though, surely this is encouraging.
"Bella?" Rose nudges me. "What's wrong? You've gone all pale."
"We, um, didn't make any plans," I confess.
I look at Rose, nervously. She pats my shoulder and tries to reassure me.
"Well, if you say he left in a hurry, maybe it slipped his mind? Have you heard from him since he left? I wouldn't worry if you haven't – it has only been a couple of hours after all."
I tell her about the two text messages I received and I swear she almost does a happy dance. Either that or she really needs the loo. Without elaborating further, she dashes off back to the house and I go back to my plans.
A couple of hours later, I return Charlie to his box and rub him down. Feeling hungry, I glance at my watch and realise it's almost two o'clock. I dash home, deciding to grab a quick snack and drink and then head straight back. As I come from the yard I go the back way to my cottage. I notice my front door is open.
This is odd. I'm sure I locked it.
I glance around nervously as I step over the threshold. No sign of anyone. I walk towards my kitchen, slowly, heart pounding in my chest. We are in a quiet area and it's secure. Surely it can't be a burglar? Maybe Rose popped in, she does have a key after all. Before I can go another step I am grabbed from behind by two very strong arms.
I squeal loudly and am in full panic mode before I recognise the scent and sound of Edward.
"Gotcha," he breathes in my ear, chuckling.
He starts sucking on my earlobe and I melt into his arms. I am turned and pressed hard against the wall as Edward attacks me with his lips, hands roaming everywhere. I enjoy his sensual assault until it slowly dawns on me I am in my sweaty riding gear and Edward is in his work things, smelling delicious where as I probably smell rather...I freeze.
"Bella, what is it?"
Edward pulls back and gazes at me, confused. His eyes are hooded with desire and he is almost panting.
"I'm a little...dirty." I gesture towards my clothes, and suddenly realise I have committed probably the biggest double entendre possible. I clap my hand over my mouth, horrified.
Edward cracks up laughing. Then he straightens up and leans in, all traces of humour forgotten.
"I happen to like you...dirty," he murmurs and leans in for another kiss. My fingers reach into his hair and I pull him closer to me. We kiss frantically, all tongues and wandering hands. Edward kisses his way back to my ear and this time he is panting, hard. Actually it's not the only thing about him that's hard. I feel him press into me, as he growls in my ear.
"I want you...right now."
Oh God! I want him too, he's so sexy and edible and he smells so good. As he's whispering in my ear I lean closer and kiss his neck. I can't help myself - he tastes so good. I flick my tongue out against his warm skin. Yes, I lick his neck.
Edward groans.
"Need you, now. I can't wait..." he pants.
What happens next is so quick, it's a blur. One minute we are kissing with hands roaming everywhere, then the next I am pressed against the wall, my jodhpurs on the floor at my feet. Edward lifts me and pushes inside me.
"Hold on to me," Edward murmurs in my ear.
I wrap my legs tight around him and he begins to thrust, hard and fast.
Oh my God! What is he doing to me?
I've never had sex like this - fast, hard, hot sex. It's always been in a bed, apart from one awkward car fumble.
Edward is grunting as he pushes into me, mumbling so fast I cannot understand what he's saying. Not that it is possible to be coherent. Each thrust is that bit deeper and hitting spots inside me that until this morning I never knew existed.
I am gasping, panting, groaning and already feeling close to my orgasm. This isn't all slow and sensuous like my romantic ideals. This is raw, rough, but so good at the same time.
Edward growls into my ear again.
"Please...Bella...please I can't hold out much longer."
I realise he wants me to come before he does, ever the gentleman. He slides a hand between us and starts to rub me. I can't hold out much longer either. The feelings surge through me with a rush and I convulse around him. Within seconds, he follows after me, panting into my shoulder.
Slowly our breathing returns to normal. Edward gently stands me on my feet and we right our clothing. I feel shocked and stunned by this outcome. I expected a phone call, or a text, not a sudden visit. Certainly not a visit that ended up with me being shagged against the wall of my house.
I quickly mumble something and dart upstairs to my bathroom. While I am there I try and get my head around what just happened. I walk downstairs, trying to act nonchalant but this sails out of the window when I see Edward, casually leaning against the wall, a satisfied grin on this face. He winks at me.
I try to speak but can't form words. I truly can't process this. Before I can struggle any more with my inner musings Edward takes my hand and pulls me back into his arms, nuzzling my hair.
He grasps my chin and lifts it so I have to look at him. Once my eyes meet his, and I see the warmth there, my awkwardness starts to lift. He gently kisses my eyes, forehead and finally my lips. After a few soft, gentle kisses he pulls away, leaning his forehead against mine.
"You truly are spectacular," he breathes. "I only came here hoping to catch up with you as I felt bad about leaving this morning. I thought we could maybe grab a cup of tea or something. I never thought anything like this might happen. You take my breath away."
"I didn't...I don't," I mumble, unable to put a sentence together. Maybe this is what "fuckwitted" means. My mind seems to be completely scrambled.
"Shh." Edward traces his finger over my lips. "It's okay. Calm down sweetheart."
He kisses me again -once, twice, three more times.
"So," Edward asks, once I am finally calm in his warm embrace. "What are your plans for this afternoon?"
"I was going to exercise Freddie, and then try to fit some work in at home."
Edward nods, as I explain that Freddie really needs some work. There's a novice competition on Saturday that we are entered for, a horse trials. He seems interested, asking about the time and what is involved.
I wonder if he will come along and watch like last time, even though it seemed to freak him out a little. Before I can summon up the courage to ask him, he beats me to it.
"I'll try and be there, if you like? Cheer you on and all that? I have a meeting up north tomorrow but I am hoping to be back by late evening."
Bless him, he seems so unsure.
"I'd like that." I smile and he smiles even more widely in return.
"Well, I tell you what, how about I give you a call tomorrow evening when I get back and you can tell me where to be?"
"Sounds like a plan," I agree, nodding. I'm waiting for Edward to tell me he has to dash back to work. Surely his lunch break must be over by now? Then again he is sort of the boss. I decide to ask, rather than wait for him.
"So are you heading back to work?" I try and act like the thought of him leaving isn't painful.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" He pouts, doing the lost little boy look again.
"No, I just didn't want to make you late again." I smile back at him sweetly.
He blinks, shakes his head slightly as if he's trying to clear it then grins at me.
"Actually I cleared everything so I could come here and see you for a bit, as I won't have time later. I've got to leave for this meeting later, driving up tonight as it's an early start tomorrow.
Oh. On one hand I'm thrilled he made time to come and see me, but I had hoped to spend the evening with him. All in good time, I tell myself.
I manage to shake off the slight disappointment and gesture towards the kitchen. Edward sits with me and we have some tea. I ask if he's had lunch, as my growling belly reminds me that I have not. Edward says he had some "plastic catered sandwiches" so I offer to make him something. His eyes light up at this. So he enjoys being cooked for. That's nice to know. In our short time together I don't think James ever once complimented me on a meal, it was just assumed I would cook whenever he was at home, which wasn't all that often.
I raid my cupboards, there's not much in as I was planning to do a shop at the weekend. It looks like it might have to be plain beans on toast. I am in mid apology for this when Edward suddenly spots the loaf of homemade bread on the worktop. I love baking, it happens to be one of my weaknesses. His eyes light up and it's all I can do to stop him seizing the bread and devouring it whole.
I end up making us doorstep sandwiches and we eat hungrily. We linger at my table and share some quiet moments. Edward fills me in on his morning, and just how boring his meeting was. He explains that he likes getting things done, not sitting around listening to others. I can sympathise, I detest meetings myself. He asks about my morning and I confess to my long lie in after he left. He chuckles at this and gently strokes my face.
"Wear you out, did I?" he asks and winks at me. "I nearly fell asleep in that meeting to be honest."
"Oh, really?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Yes, really," Edward insists, a glint in his eye. Uh oh, what's he up to?
"You know what?" he asks, still grinning.
"What?" I ask, nervously, wondering what on earth he's thinking.
"Well, if we're both still tired, how about we take a little nap now?"
Now? He wants to go to bed now? What on earth for?
Then it dawns on me. Again? He's insatiable. Although, I could get used to this.
"Bella?" Edward waves his hand in front of my face. "You okay? You were miles away? What do you think? Shall we?"
The look in his eye is irresistible. I can't refuse him. I quickly clear the dishes then take his hand and we go upstairs. Once in my room I strip to my underwear and get under the covers. Edward does the same and we snuggle together. I never thought I'd be able to sleep in the middle of the day but within moments I find myself drifting off, wrapped in Edward's warm embrace.
I wake, and it takes me a while to figure out what has happened. Judging by the fading light the afternoon is almost gone. We've slept a couple of hours. Edward is still out. Maybe I should wake him?
Before I ponder this any further Edward starts to stir, his arms winding tight around me as he clutches me to him, like a cuddly toy. He's murmuring sleepily into my neck. I cuddle back into him, enjoying his warmth. I don't want to leave this warm cocoon.
Unfortunately we have to get up eventually. We dress and I walk Edward to the door. This goodbye is more prolonged by lots of sweet kisses and we don't let go of each other until we have to.
He drives off with a cheery wave and that is that. I decide to give Freddie some schooling as there's still time. We spend a couple of hours in the lower paddock. It's mostly productive, though my arms are aching by the time we're done. After I've put him away I drag myself back home. I make a quick supper, this time it is beans on toast, and collapse into my bed.
Friday dawns dull and drizzly. This doesn't help my mood as I'm already missing Edward. He sent me several texts last night, and called me just before I fell asleep, as he'd settled into his hotel.
The day drags. I manage to exercise both horses but it is curtailed due to the weather. I want to spend some quality time working with Freddie but there's no point in prolonging the agony; he's in a foul temper. He hates the rain, his ears are back and his tail twitches the whole time. Eventually I give in and put him away, after he's rubbed down and rugged up.
I go back home to try and get some work done. By early evening, I'm getting twitchy. Edward has texted a couple of times during the day but there's been nothing since lunch. He said his meeting was a brainstorming session with some new clients, so it was expected to go on all day.
Seven o'clock arrives, and then eight. Still nothing from Edward. Maybe he's driving back now? It was about a three to four hour trip. I decide if I haven't heard anything in half an hour, I'll call him. I look at my phone and try and will it to ring.
Eight thirty comes and goes and I have to pluck up the courage. Hands shaking, I dial his number. If he's driving, I'm sure it will go to voicemail anyway. It rings and rings. Just when I think I'm about to get his mailbox, the phone picks up, but it's not the voice I was expecting.
"Hello, Edward's phone." The voice is shrill, harsh and distinctly feminine. Harsh and nasal, I think I've heard it before. It belongs to one of those awful women from the drinks evening. Tanya or someone else?
What on earth is she doing answering Edward's phone? I feel sick with dread all of a sudden. Why is she with him? At this time in the evening it can't be work related.
"Is he there?" I ask, trying to keep the quiver from my voice. I am not going to cry.
"He's just grabbing a shower. Can I take a message?" she asks, still with that sneer in her voice.
"No it's okay," I stammer, and end the call.
She was there with him. Where? His place? He was taking a shower. Had they?
Oh God, I feel sick. No. This isn't possible. He wouldn't...would he?
I can't stop the tears. They flow and flow. The one time I trust someone and this happens. What to do?
I need Rose.
I run over to the cottage, leaving my phone behind in my haste. When I get to Rose's kitchen I burst through the door, and she spots my anguished tear-stained face instantly.
"Bella?" she gasps and pulls me into a tight hug.
In the warmth of her arms I let loose and sob. She lets me cry for a few moments then pulls me to the table. We sit, with a glass of wine each, and she insists I tell her the full story.
This was the right thing to do. Rose, the voice of reason, points out I really don't know what happened or why the harpy answered his phone. She says not to judge him until I have the facts, but sympathises with me entirely. The evening turns into a "men are arseholes" ranting session, where we drink several glasses of wine and I forget my anguish for a brief time. This is just what I need, not to stay at home and snivel into my pillow all evening like I was going to.
I drag myself home around eleven, and after a glass of water, collapse in my bed. I realise my phone, has been sitting on the bedside table all evening. I don't have the energy to check it now, but I do manage to set my alarm in time, just before sleep takes me and I'm out.
I wake suddenly, with a jolt. My alarm is blaring. I feel lousy . All the crying and putting the world to rights with Rose has taken a toll on me. I haven't got any time to mope this morning. I haul myself out of bed and into the shower. Luckily I got everything ready yesterday when I was in a better mood. I am just grabbing my phone and shoving it into my bag when I notice the display.
There are at least a dozen missed calls, all from Edward. Several texts too.
*Bella sorry I missed you, please call me*
*Bella are you okay? I am starting to worry*
*Bella please call me?*
I look at the phone, perplexed. I don't know what to do about this, but I don't have time to ponder it. Jane will be here with the lorry soon.
I manage some tea and toast, and dash to the yard. As I thought, Jane arrives just after I get there. For once, Freddie decides that the lorry isn't a terrifying monster and lets us load him. I grab my things and we are on our way.
Jane is her usual quiet self but she does tell me about the horse she is riding today, one of her new ones. He's a real handful, worse than Freddie used to be. It's his first competition too, and she's not sure how he's going to handle it. We are reminiscing about Freddie's first competition when my phone rings, startling me.
I grab it and answer, without looking at the display. Then my stomach drops...it's Edward.
"Bella!" I can hear the relief in his voice. "Finally. I was really starting to worry. Are you okay?"
I take a deep breath. Rose suggested I play it cool but give him a chance to explain. Here goes.
"I'm okay..."
Before I can elaborate Edward interrupts me. He sounds anxious.
"I wondered if I had upset you? I'm sorry the meeting overran and I stayed in the hotel overnight. I'm driving home this morning. I'm not sure if I'll make your competition though. I really am sorry. Can you forgive me?"
This all comes out as one of his rambles. He's nervous I can tell. I really don't want to go into details about Tanya the harpy, and certainly not over the phone.
"It's okay, Edward. Look I have to go, we're nearly here now. Talk to you later?"
"Okay, later then. Good luck, sweetheart. I'll be thinking of you."
"Okay, goodbye." I end the call. My hands are shaking slightly.
"Trouble?" Jane asks, raising an eyebrow.
We don't really talk about much apart from the horses. I don't want to go over it all again, and certainly not with Jane's teenage groom sharing the cab with us. She's been plugged into her iPod for most of the trip but I can't be sure she's not listening.
"Nothing serious," I reply, and decide to change the subject. "Is it much further?"
I haven't ridden at these particular trials before so I'm unfamiliar with the location. I look at the map to distract myself from any Edward thoughts. We drive for another half an hour and then we arrive.
Once we are parked, and registered, we set off to walk the course. It's nothing too tricky, although Freddie will probably spook at the water and the woodland fences, as they mean jumping from the light into the darkness of the trees. I pace out a few distances to be sure, then it's back to the lorry. Rose has arrived and she has brought one of the girls from the yard to help out.
We unload Freddie and walk him round. He's all bouncy and eager as usual. Jane unloads her horse, Volturi. He's black all over, huge and looks slightly evil in my opinion. He makes Freddie look calm. He careens down the ramp, eyes boggling at the new sights and sounds. Jane's groom doesn't have a tight hold on him and he charges into us. As Jane tries to grab him he slips in the mud, treading hard on Jane's foot. She curses loudly as her ankle twists. It's nothing too serious, but she goes off to ice it just in case. She has a later draw than me anyway.
Soon Freddie and I are on our way. Rose is there to watch us at the start line. As I thought, we manage to get round safely with no mishaps, although my arms are aching by the time we get to the finish. I walk him back to the lorry and we check him over. He's absolutely fine and could probably go again. I am just preparing to relax when Jane hobbles over.
It turns out her foot is badly bruised. She asks if I will ride her horse so he gets to compete. She doesn't want to have brought him here for nothing. I am apprehensive, as I've never sat on him before. To be honest, he looks more than a handful, but I don't want to disappoint Jane. I am so grateful to her; she has given me so much help with the sport . With trepidation I agree, and she sends her groom off to register the change.
I mount Volturi and start trying to ride him in. He's prancing and side stepping all over the place. We try and find a quiet corner so I can settle him. I manage to calm him a little and we manage a few practice jumps. I can see why Jane thinks he has such potential. He's a natural jumper, but he needs a lot of training.
Trying to contain my nerves, we edge to the start. Rose looks concerned for me, and asks at least twice if I'm okay. I nod, as we are counted down, and we're away.
Oh hell. If I thought Freddie's pulling was bad, its nothing compared to this. This horse is so headstrong it's all I can do to keep him under control. He pulls and pulls, tucking his nose into his chest. The fences flash by, far too fast. We approach one of the trickier ones- it's a brush fence with a large drop on the other side. Volturi is going far too fast and takes a big leap. He lands hard on the other side and stumbles. I am pitched forward and only just manage to stay on board. If I fall we will be eliminated and I want to do my best for Jane.
As it is my shoulder jolts badly. Volturi rights himself and I feel the pain shoot through me. My arm feels weak. Volturi seems to realise I have less control and bounds on eagerly. I can't stop him. We crash through the water jump, soaking the spectators but I manage to stay on board. My shoulder is really throbbing now. Just five more fences and we're home and dry.
By the time we reach the last fence, the pain is really taking hold. My hand can barely grip the reins and I have to steer one handed. We bound over the last jump and gallop towards the finish. Gritting my teeth I pull hard and try to slow us. Fortunately, Volturi is spooked by the crowd and stops. Unfortunately this jars my shoulder even more.
A small crowd of people surrounds us; I notice Jane and Rose amongst the sea of faces. They seem pleased. Someone shouts that we have the fastest time of the day.
"Bella, what's wrong? You're white as a...no, more like green actually..." Rose remarks
"Shoulder..." is all I can whimper between my gritted teeth. Black spots appear in front of my eyes. As I try to dismount the pain becomes too much. The ground seems to tilt and I glimpse a flash of bronze and green before everything goes black.
A/N
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"If You Only Knew" by ChiTwiGal
"Masquerade" by Twilightheaded23
"Who Says You Can't Have it All" by Phoenixfan1
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"A Pound of Flesh" by jaxon22
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