Chapter 14

Crossing of a Heart

BPOV

My head snapped and I roughly stood up. Alice and Rose stared at me curiously.

"Thank you, Angela. I'm on my way."

I gathered all my things in hurry while saying, almost yelling.

"Sorry guys, I have an emergency! I gotta go, see ya!" I didn't wait for them to response and sprinted out of the café.

I almost made it to the car when I stumbled and fell forward; I scratched my chin and my knee a bit. But I was in hurry that I hardly care about the blood.

I jammed the key and the car purred to life, I slammed the gas and accelerated. I gritted my teeth in frustration. If the cops caught Edward now, they'd throw him behind the bars, without explanation. Edward was most likely wouldn't win this case. There was more of this case; somehow, I didn't think that the police played fair. There was someone, a very powerful one, pulled out invisible strings. Using his connection to trapped Edward.

I cursed on the traffic light, I tapped the steering-wheel impatiently. When it turned green, my car was already speeding up. Thank God I brought the Mercedes instead of the red truck.

Should I call Edward? I really should buy him a cell phone. What should I do now? If I call Angela, she'd most likely get suspicious that I ask her to get the police away from my house. If I call Edward, as in my house's phone, the phone was downstairs and man, in my mind, the police opened the door and caught Edward while he's answering the phone, if he answers at all.

I ruffled my hair and stopped when I realized it was Edward's habit. I was picking up his habit already! I wasn't sure if it was a right decision to let the police arrest him. I know, if they did arrest him, I'd fight for him to find the justice. But again, I couldn't trust the police now.

But…I didn't know what Edward would do. He was too thoughtful sometimes, would he willingly let the police arrested him, just because of…me?

I slammed the door shut on the driveway; the front gate was wide opened. And on the way, I saw police were everyone on the border line, the forest and the road. And there was two police car on the driveway.

"Miss Bella?" Emma, one of my maids, hurriedly descended the stairs of front porch.

"Where're the police?" I tried so hard to calm myself down.

"They're currently on yours, Miss."

"Thank you, Emma. Better go and see." I walked casually to the small gate and when no one could see me, I sprinted as quickly as possible. My chin and my knees were throbbing a little, I didn't clean the wound, and the blood had already dried. But at the moment, I could really careless.

But clumsy me, I fell again on the porch of my house. The already scratched knees bleed a little. But I got off the ground without wasting any seconds, Maple was there and he barked loudly and ran to me. I patted his head and trying to fix my appearance as I walked in, I smoothed my hair and my clothes. The police would get suspicious if I barged in out of breath and looked like a mess. They would think I was hiding something.

There were two police downstairs and Ben was talking to them, I greeted them.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

"Good evening, Miss Bella. This is the mistress, Miss Bella Swan." Ben introduced me.

'Good evening, madam. I'm sorry for the interruption, but we're checking the area."

"No, it's ok, now may I go upstairs?" My heart was beating painfully and I fought to keep the smile and my expression neutral. At least, they hadn't found Edward yet.

They nodded and I proceed upstairs.

There were noises and I quickening my pace. When I realized they came from my room, my stomach was so full of butterflies and I felt my head spinning.

"Miss Bella." Angela's voice was calm, but I detect worries and relief in it. But at that moment I wasn't in condition to think about it any further. She was in the center of the room, watching the police maybe.

"How was it, Angela?" I tried so hard to sound very normal.

"The police had checked the main house, the maid's and found no one. Downstairs is cleaned too; your room is the last, Miss."

Edward must be in this room, oh my God, where's he? One of the police came out of the bathroom, so Edward wasn't there.

I approached the closet and saw in horror as I saw the all doors of the wardrobe had been opened, there was one left. It was big enough to more than one person, Edward might be in there, or maybe not. I wasn't taking any risk here. If he was really there, I'd have to think of something

But before I could think, the police officer grabbed the handle and was about to pull it open. My eyes widened.

"Not that wardrobe, please." I said politely.

"Oh!" He stopped moving and faced me, "I'm sorry ma'am, but we have to check the missing suspect…."

"By went through my underwear wardrobe?" Brilliant Bella! He's a man so, that was a perfect reason to not let him open it.

The man had the tendency to look embarrassed. I smiled my best fake smile, trying to look understanding.

"I know it's your job, but can I at least the one who opens it?"

"Well, um, I…"

"So the police need to see my choice of underwear and lingerie to find the killer, huh?"

He flushed and shuttered, "No ma'am, no. Um…"

"I believe that can be considered as sexual harassment, officer. I'm not the one who's pleased with people went through my stuff, especially my undergarment. Now, if you'd just let me the one who check my own wardrobe."

He flushed even more and step aside. I gave him the best cold look and said sternly.

"And no peeking."

He nodded and back off to the door of walk in closet. I opened the door with fake ease while glaring at the poor officer. True, Edward was there, I almost sighed in relief but I kept my face neutral. To convince the police, I stretch out my hand and patted everywhere. I brushed all the hanging clothes with unnecessary squeak of the hanger.

I closed the door, "There, no one's there, officer."

He gave us a thank you along with a formal speech about cooperating. I smiled but wasn't listening.

The police left the house shortly after and the maids with the security gave me full story before I got home. I nodded and listened to them. Angela was cooking dinner on the kitchen with Hailey while the others chatting animatedly on dining room with me.

Turned out, the police were checking the area of the border for the last time, to confirm that the killer, ahem, Edward truly wasn't there. Since they got the information that half of the forest belong the Swan's, they had to ask the permission to enter our property and to made sure that the killer ahem, Edward, wasn't breaking in and hiding. But I was too worried about Edward that my attention was divided. They asked about my chin and knees but I simply said it was fine.

"Guys, sorry, but I'm so tired and I need shower so badly."

"Oh, miss. Sorry we keep you up. Go get rest and dinner's ready, do you want to have it now?" Angela asked kindly.

"No, I think I'll take shower first. I'll heat it up later."

They all bid me goodbye and I warmly said back. I closed the front door and locked it.

I went upstairs tiredly. When I reached my room, and had closed the door, I slumped against the door. What a day…

I got up and headed to the walk in closet.

"Edward?" I whispered. The wardrobe's door opened and Edward stepped out. He looked a bit shocked and in dazed. I grabbed my pajama and said to Edward.

"It's safe now." My tiredness was thick on my voice, afraid that I'd make him worried and I'd just said something incoherently; I went to the bathroom and had a shower without any word.

The warm water relaxed my tense muscle and I felt much, much better when I finished. My tiredness was gone and I felt more energized.

But when I went out of the bathroom, Edward was on the couch with his head on his hands. Not caring about my still wet hair, I run to him and stood before him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked softy, and patted his arm.

"I'm sorry, Bella." He whispered, and the pain in his voice made my heart clenched.

"Edward, please. Are you hurt? Do you need something? Talk to me."

"I…should just give up; I should just let them found me and arrested me. I shouldn't drag you deeper." He was shaking his head in agony and I felt very useless.

"Edward, please. Don't. It's Okay, I don't mind, not at all."

"I'm such a selfish bastard, a coward." He continued to grip and pulled his hair harshly.

'Edward-whatever-Cullen!" I raised my voice and sternly cupped his face, forcing him to look at me.

"You're neither a coward nor a killer. You. Are. Edward Cullen. You aren't running away from the law, you're innocent. Remember that, please."

He covered my hands that were on his cheeks and stare at me with his brilliant green eyes. Looking at him so close, seeing his beauty and his dazzlingly eyes, his flawless skin, and feel his oh-so mouthwatering scent; suddenly making my heart raced.

"Thank you, Bella. Thank you." He smiled his crooked smile and I took back my hands away from his soft yet strong jaw.

"D-don't mention it."

"And oh, Bella? It's Anthony."

"What?"

"My middle name is Anthony."

I laughed and we fell into easy, more playful conversation, but I knew, deep down, if whatever spell I was on before, continued its magic, I might just kissed Edward. And I wasn't sure whether it was a good or bad thing, something I might regret or not at all.

Edward scolded me for being reckless that caused my chin and knees got hurt and plus didn't take care of the wound until the blood had dried; I simply rolled my eyes at him. He gently treated the wound and I was literally swooning at him. But again, as he tilted my head up to look at the scratch under my chin, I had to bit my lip at the closeness.

"A dinner?"

"Yes Edward, he asked me to dinner!" I exclaimed excitedly.

After that eventful day, I and Edward had dinner, talked about the pictures I had taken and assorted the possible story about that night. But I was so exhausted that I fell asleep without telling Edward about my dinner.

I was so excited about the dinner and practically jumping up and down when I ran to my closet this morning to wake Edward up, which of course ended badly. If Edward wasn't there to catch me, I'd end up in hospital because of concussion. And on breakfast I finally managed to spill out all the excitement and Edward listened patiently to my rant.

I had finished my whole story; I took a deep breath when I suddenly realizing how I had managed to talked without having a proper breathing. Edward chuckled.

'See? He's not really bad, right? Maybe he's learnt his lesson!"

"Probably. Bella, don't get me wrong, but are you ready to forgive him?"

I pouted at Edward, "Well, yeah."

He smiled, "Just be careful, ok?"

"He said he loves me, do you think he meant it?"

Having to admit this confusion embarrassed me, but I simply needed to hear the reassurance.

Edward ran his hand through his hair which I already knew was his habit when he was nervous and his eyes flickered down, which mean he was thinking. I felt like I gad known him forever instead just couple of days.

"It isn't my place to say, Bella. It's his feeling, not mine. So truthfully, I don't know."

I nodded; at least Edward was being honest with me.

"But," Edward continued, "What I know is, if he truly does love you; he'll cherish you to the fullest and it'll kill him to see you hurting even just a little and even more, when he's the one who cause the pain."

My heart fluttered when he said those words while looking directly to me.

"Whoever woman that manages to get your heart is a lucky one." I grinned at him.

He grinned back and we continued our breakfast while teasing each other back and forth. But I should had known, this happiness wouldn't last long.

"How do I look?"

"For the hundredth time, Bella. You look beautiful."

Currently I was swirling in front of the mirror, I spent majority of the day picking up clothes, and Edward was dragged too. In the end, I ended up with an elegant halter top with fitting jeans.

Edward was being very understanding and let me forced him to gave me his opinion of the clothes. He didn't complain even once but kept teasing my feminism.

He kissed my cheek and wished me a good night. I hummed contently as I drove my red truck and hoping this dinner would go well.

I slammed the front door with a loud bang as I went inside the house. It was almost midnight when I reached home.

"Bella?" I heard Edward's gentle voice as I entered my room. Why he was still up was beyond me.

"How was the dinner?" He asked politely and genuine curiosity attached to it.

I mumbled in response and stumbling as I walked, the room was so dark and the only light came from the moonlight outside from the balcony.

"Bella?" his voice was so close and he was asking me to elaborate since my previous response was unintelligible.

"He didn't come." My voice was barely a whisper but I knew he heard me.

"What do you mean by he didn't come?"

My anger which was bumbling furiously inside me suddenly snapped. "Exactly it, Edward! He didn't come, as in he never shows up!" I practically scream the last sentences and ran to the bathroom, shoving Edward on my way and slammed the door.

I turned on the water and stepped into the shower with my clothes still on and began to pound my fists against the wall.

When my head and my all mixed feeling had finally cleared out and my body started to shake because of the piercing cold water that streamed down, realization hit me. Edward. Me. Yelling. I had just yelled at the wrong person, oh my God, Edward!

Hastily, I stripped down my drenched clothes and dry myself off, put on my undergarment and nightgown that I had prepared on the bathroom earlier that day, so if I did came home late, I'd not bother Edward on his sleep.

Thinking of Edward made my heart clenched in guilt. He had been so patient and thoughtful towards me and I was yelling at him for something he didn't have control at. I'm such a horrible person.

I opened the door softly and looked around, the balcony door was opened and wind was breezing into the room. I hesitantly walked closer.

Edward was leaning to the railing, his back facing me. He surely heard me approaching and about to turn around. Without thinking, I stretched out my hands and slipped them on either side of him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Bella?"

"I'm so sorry, Edward." I pressed my face into his back even more and tightened my arms. After my anger subsided, my sadness took over, tears were slipping down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry; I shouldn't yell at you, I'm such an idiot." My voice was trembling and muffled by his t-shirt, but at that moment I hardly care.

He tried to turn around, I could feel his muscle flexed. "Bella…."

"Don't. Please, just, don't." I barely coherent and more tears slipped down, Edward had saw me cried, and I didn't want him to watch as I fell apart again.

We stood there for God knows how long; I released my death grip on Edward's waist when I was calmed enough. He turned around as I sat down with my back against the railing. He copied my position but didn't say anything.

I hugged my knees and a sense of dejavú passed me, just two days ago I was on this exact position, crying because of Jacob. Silence filled in, neither of us said anything and I was the one who broke it.

"I waited, Edward. I waited for him for hours, he never came." I started, Edward opened his mouth but I held my hand up, gesturing him to not say a thing.

'I called him, at first after thirty minutes; I thought he got caught in traffic jam or something, but it went straight to voicemail. But I kept waiting, after an hour I got worried and called him, and it was still voicemail. It went on for the next two hours. I was upset, angry, sad and who knows what else, he made me wait for almost three hours."

I paused and wiped the traitor tears, "I finally had enough and call him for the last time, and you know what? He answered and when I demanded, he said he forgot. He said that he had so much important things to do and he had forgotten about the dinner, if I didn't call maybe he thought that the dinner never existed in the first place."

I turned my head and buried it on Edward's shoulder, "He asked me yesterday, for God's sake! How could he just forget?"

Edward wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I fell into his embrace, I clutched his shirt into my hand and control my breathing. No, I'd not cry over him, not again.

Edward didn't utter a word and kept rubbing my back in comfort, but when I look up, his jaw was tense and his eyes were closed. His other hand was pinching the bridge of his nose. He was upset, but why?

"Edward, please say something." I pleaded, maybe he's disgusted at my emotional mode and my over the top reaction for something so simple or maybe at me snapping at him for no apparent reason. The thought pained me and put a heavy burden on my chest, my eyes watered again.

"Edward, please don't be mad at me, I'm sorry I'm being such a drama queen, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry, Edward." I sobbed and I felt very embarrassed for being so emotional, maybe I was having bad PMS.

"What? Bella, I'm not mad at you, please don't cry, dear." He hugged me briefly and his hand brushed off my falling tears.

I felt the burden on my chest lifted up, and I could breathe again. I pressed my face against his chest, felling slightly blush spread on my cheeks by being so bold. I listened to Edward's beating heart beneath me and let his scent enveloped me. I instantly felt better.

"Bella? Could you excuse me for a second?" I lifted up my head and about to asked his meaning but then stopped.

'What a low excuse of a man, that bastard." He cursed and I stared at him in shock. He muttered more cursing words and all I did was staring at him. Edward was always a gentleman and really, really rarely cursed. And heard him cursing like this, it was like seeing the other sight of him, but truthfully, it was really hot. He should curse more often.

"Don't think about him, Bella. Don't." Edward's piercing green eyes darkening as he looked at me and I was unable to look away. Tears were fading, and I wasn't upset anymore, ok it was a lie, I was still very much disappointed at Jake, but strangely enough, I felt content enough.

"Edward?" I whispered softly.

"Yes?" He whispered back.

"What is love?"

He was silent for a moment, "Honestly, I don't know. I've never been in love before. I don't what love is, Bella. Not yet."

His honest confession made me smiled, "I don't know what it is, either."

I was sitting so close beside him, facing him as we sat cross legged on the floor, my left thigh was over his, his left arm was snacked around my waist and his right hand was stroking my cheek, erasing the trace of tears.

I kept looking into his mesmerizing green eyes and he stared back at me. I made no move, I was still in his embrace, and frankly I didn't want to move an inch.

If he truly does love you; he'll cherish you to the fullest.

It'll kill him to see you hurting even just a little and even more, when he's the one who cause the pain.

Whoever woman that manages to get your heart is a lucky one.

My eyes fluttered close and so did his as we close the distance between us, the spell that was broken earlier came back with vengeance, stronger than before.

I didn't know why I did it, maybe I was so upset at Jake and wanted to gave him payback, maybe we both were caught up at the moment, maybe the buried sexual tension had enough, maybe my feelings were over-loaded and it went wild.

Or maybe it was plainly because I just had wanted to do it since forever.

But the reason wasn't important, because at that moment, when his lips touched mine, was all that matter.

A/N

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