Chapter 19
She takes a sip of her coffee and looks me strait in the eyes.
"My name is Rosalie Cullen." I knew it! I knew it! Damn it. "And I want to talk to you about my brother."
"Don't, there's nothing to talk about." I cut her off rather rudely.
"Oh but I beg to differ. There's a lot to talk about." She's too nice to me. I wander why?
I order another shot.
"Okay." I give up. Maybe she could enlighten me on his behavior.
"Isabella…"
"Bella."
"Bella you have to understand something. Edward is different –in lack of a better word- and special in the same time. He can be a hand full sometimes though." I know, but I don't think she's referring to what I'm thinking right now. I know because I felt it.
"He's not the most patient man I ever saw but his heart is in the right place." Her voice is soft and caring. And I'm thinking about another place his heart has been the last time.
Or his brain.
I'm silent. It's not like I have anything to say to her.
"But he's sure about you, from what I could gather; only he doesn't always know how to act or make the right decision. Like I said he can be a handful but he's a good man. And above everything else, he knows what he wants." She takes a deep breath and catches me again with her ice blue eyes.
"And he wants you." She whispers.
I don't know what to say… or what to do.
I don't know if I should thank her or mop the floor with her.
"What about your other sister Alice. What's her problem?" I'm too curious not to ask.
"That's for Edward to tell you, not me." She sighs ruefully.
"Okay." It's all I say.
"Give him a chance Bella, and you won't be sorry. I'm sure of it." She grabs my hand in hers and squeezes reassuring.
"I'll think about it." That's all I can offer right now.
I'm left all alone shortly after Rosalie excuses herself for needing to go somewhere else.
I drain four more shots in fifteen minutes. I can barely walk strait as I make my way outside to wait for the cab. Which the bartender called for me, bless his soul.
I lean on the wall of the bar and fish out my pack of cigarettes. With shaking hands I finally lit my cig and drew in a long draw. I let it out with a huff.
Don't know how I did that.
Fifteen minutes later and no cab and I'm about to freeze my ass off.
"Need a lift?"
Good god, I think I'm drunker then I realize because I'm imagining his voice now.
I'm pathetic.
"Come let's get you home." He's right in front of me and now I'm pretty sure I'm not imagining him.
My mind is not that gifted.
"Edward, do you know why I'm drinking?" I mumble as he carries me to his car.
"Because you're unhappy?" I can't see his face because I'm hiding my face in his shoulder.
"Yes, but not because I'm unhappy but because others are happy." And that's the last thing I remember.
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Ella