Things take a twisted turn in this chapter and I will explain more at the end...This is all Bella's POV
28. The Way We Were
BPOV
"Get your homework out Emilee." Everyday seems to be the same around here. The loud, ear piercing, alarm breaks through my unconsciousness, only to wake me to an already-empty bed. I hurry groggily to Emilee's room to wake her up for school and then to the kitchen to make her breakfast. She is now five and in the first grade. Her teachers love her and have only good things to say about her. She can read at a second grade level and she can do simple adding and subtracting mathematical problems, thanks to me, and she is very outgoing and talkative; that is thanks to her father.
Edward and I have been married now five years, five very long and ever changing years. Things changed a lot when Emilee came into our lives, and things have not stopped changing since. Most of the change has been good, especially bringing back the track, which I welcomed with opened arms. I gave up being a music teacher—for now—and I would do it again because it was the best thing I could have done for Emilee. Edward has been passionately involved in his career ever sense it began and I think he feels pressured to spend more time at work to cater to our needs. If anything, he over-caters if you ask me.
We finally moved out of the city and bought a house in the same area as Rose and Alice, a big enough house you could mistake as a hotel. Five bedrooms, four baths, a three car garage, a pool with a hot tub and a basketball court. We have three vehicles and only two of us drive. Not to mention the recreational vehicles we have—a boat, three dirt bikes and a motorcycle—that we never put to use.
Edward's profession has been more of a burden for me than it has a good thing. I would never tell him that because he is so happy with what he does, I would never dream of ruining that. He has worked so hard to get to where he is and is so proud of himself. I am proud of him too, but I feel like the line between work and home has grown so thin that it's now, nonexistent. He spends all of his time—free time included—meeting with people and making interviews. When he is home, he spends all of his time in his study; I don't bother him when he's in there. I learned the hard way to leave him alone when he is working. Of course, he isn't abusive in any way, he would never hurt me or Emilee intentionally, but unintentionally is a whole other thing. We argue a lot these days and I've started to feel like we're falling apart. That our connection has grown thin, and at any moment it is going to break, and I will lose him forever.
Edward was in his study, as he usually is nowadays, and I was really looking for some love and affection. He hadn't shown me much of either of those things in a while and I was definitely jonesing for my addiction. I could feel the withdrawal with every passing day that he didn't touch me.
So I walked past the door to his study, slowly, letting him know I was trying to catch his attention, but he didn't even give me a glance. I tried to make some noise, but that didn't have any effect on him either. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I stood in front of the door, in the sexiest pose I could manage and waited for him to notice.
He typed something on his laptop and then looked up at me with a heartbreaking expression. I wasn't expecting that, and I wasn't expecting to be completely turned off in that moment. But I was, and Edward just went back to his typing and I went to bed.
I haven't been able to get that expression on his face, that night, out of my mind. I see it in my dreams, I feel the emotions when I think about it. I still have no idea what could be making him feel like the way he looked, I just wish he would tell me. I want to make him happy, I want to see him smile, which I haven't seen him express either of those emotions in my presence in a long time.
"Sorry mom, I got preoccipied," Emilee broke through my reverie. She has been using big words for the last two weeks; trying to broaden her vocabulary. Anytime she hears someone use a word she doesn't understand, she asks for the definition. I encourage her to gain as much knowledge as she can at this age so she will retain as much as possible.
"It's preoccupied Em," I corrected her, "Next time, come straight into the kitchen and we'll get it started." I picked up her bag and carried it to the kitchen table. She is so meticulous about her things, her room is spotless, not like you would think a little girls room would be. She has her own laptop, her bed made, and all of her toys have their own designated spot. She get's that from her father.
Just as Emilee sat down and started her homework, Nick walked in the door. He doesn't knock when he comes over, he's basically family, and that didn't bother me in the least. It made me feel comfortable that he could be trusted, that I had someone while Edward was away.
"Hey girls," he greeted when he walked into our view.
"Nicky," Emilee sang.
"Hey Em, aren't you looking lovely today," he complemented her then looked over at me, "Mom's looking good, too."
"Oh stop it," I joked and turned back to the dinner I was preparing. Nick helped Emilee with her homework, which helped me get dinner done on time. She never required much help, only when she thought she had something wrong. I made Edward a plate, as I always do, and put it in the microwave for him to heat up whenever he got home.
"Do you want to join us for dinner?" I asked Nick as he helped Emilee put her homework into her backpack for tomorrow. "There's plenty to go around."
"Sure, that'll be great, I didn't have any plans for dinner, I was just going to wing it."
"You should always have plans for dinner," I told him, "You're always welcome here."
"I know, that's why I don't make any plans," he laughed and joined me at my side. "What's on the menu?"
"Emilee's favorite," I joked, because it was everything but, "Sweet potatoes, carrots and meatloaf."
"Yum," he replied at the same time Emilee said, "Yuck!" with a disgusted look on her face.
"We talked about this Emilee; you have to eat things that are nutritious and good for you." I said this with my back to her while I dished out three plates. Nick stood by my side waiting to help take the plates to the table. When we walked to the table I got hit with vertigo and almost fell into it. Nick grabbed my shoulder and steadied me, his expression worried.
"Are you okay, do you need to sit down?" he asked in a rush.
"No, I'm fine," I replied, "just a little dizzy." Lie, I yelled at myself. There was always a reason for vertigo, and that reason just pulled up in the driveway.
Every time he comes home from being gone all day, I get the feeling that I used to get anytime he came into my proximity, but only for a moment; until I see him. He walked into the house, his Bluetooth attached to his ear and his bronze hair cut short—because the people want it that way.
"Hey," I said in a low tone, "How was your…"
I was cut off by his loud tone.
"Yeah, I'm confident you'll give me a run for my money." He dropped his suitcase on the bar stool and grabbed a freshly chopped carrot from the cutting board. "No, you've grown since we played together last. If I didn't know any better I might think you were trying to one up me." He hurried off to his study without saying a word and I felt the sting in place of the connection that used to be between us.
I smiled at Nick and then Emilee, trying hard to hold back my emotions. I didn't want Emilee to get suspicious and start asking questions about our relationship. She's a smart girl and nothing gets past her. We ate dinner—Nick, Emilee and I—discussing the coming events Emilee was excited about, mostly the fieldtrip to the space needle and the school carnival coming up. I cherish our conversations because she fascinates me. The fact that two people, such as Edward and myself, can make such a wonderful, bright, beautiful little girl, is astounding.
"Thanks for the grub," Nick said when he was done and cleaning his plate in the sink. "It's was delicious." He rubbed his belly.
"You're welcome," I tried to sound sincere but all I could think about was Edward's disregard of Emilee and me.
"Is everything okay?" he asked in a whisper, leaning closer to me so Emilee couldn't hear.
"Everything is as it has been for a while now," I would not risk Emilee overhearing our conversation. She did not need to worry about such things. She is only five.
"If you need anything, even just to talk, you know my number." He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me to his side. I cringed away minimally but the feel of another person's arms around me was comforting.
"Yeah I do thanks." He gave Emilee and hug and wished her good night, then he was gone.
I cleaned up the kitchen, the dishes and helped Emilee get ready for bed. With all that done, I kissed her goodnight, and then called for Edward. Emilee refuses to go to sleep until she gets a hug and a kiss from her daddy. He came in, the only time beside when he gets into bed, that I did not see the Bluetooth in his ear. He went to her side and kneeled down against her bed, hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.
"Daddy loves you princess," he cooed. "Nighty night," he poked her sides, causing her to giggle, "Don't let the bed bugs bite," he joked and she busted up laughing, as she does every night. Once their goodnights were over, Edward returned to his study and Emilee curled up to let sleep overcome her.
Every night I pass by his study, the door ajar; and I linger to try to catch his attention. I want him to notice me, to show some kind of adoration when I look into his eyes. He usually looks tired and overwhelmed, but he never really shows it. The only thing that keeps me from going over the edge is Nick.
In the beginning, we all hung out, he even attends all of our family get-togethers. Since Edward has been so involved with his work, it is usually just me, Nick and Emilee hanging out. Nick also makes a living being the host of a YouTube show. He's very different from Edward. Edward is well rounded and a workaholic, where Nick is vulgar and he works when he wants to.
Recently, I have been confiding in him with my concerns about Edward's relationship and mine. He promises me he will not repeat anything I say but I'm still a little iffy about believing him. Still, I need to let it out to someone and Nick is it. Since our move, I have been out of contact with Angela. I hoped it wouldn't come to that, but we lost touch. Rosalie is off with Emmett, his ninth season with the Chargers, and Alice is very busy being a mother of three. She and Jasper welcomed the twins, James and Riley, late last spring. I wasn't going to tell my problems to the wives of the city, the women who attended the same play dates, the women that salivate at the thought of gossip. No thank you, then every one of them would be after my husband, married or not. The people of this town don't know of our issues, they only see the outside cover. We are a picture perfect family, community oriented and well mannered; I, am part of the PTA and Edward a well-known musician. Every one of the women that know of us yearn to be where I am.
Edward was featured in a magazine a few years ago for top 100 sexiest men in the business. He came in second and his sideline read, "This top notch composer knows how to treat a lady, 'he's a hopeless romantic' says his wife of six years, Isabella. He is also a wonderful father to their 3 years old daughter Emilee." They asked me what they should put and I told them that he's a devoted father and a hopeless romantic. Of course they would jumble up my words and make them their own.
For a year after that and sometimes to this day, women approach him and practically throw themselves at him. He always turns them away in a flirtatious manner saying he does it not to be rude. There are some moments when I think that maybe he isn't spending all of his time at work, maybe there is another woman. He doesn't seem to want to touch me as much as he used to and when we do make love it's short and bitter sweet.
Nick suggested that I ask him to go to marriage counseling with me but I know he would think himself to good for that. He's a man, a man's man and strong inside and out. He doesn't take charity or handouts, never has, even when we were young. Seeing a counselor to help us with our problems will only make him feel like he has failed, that we have failed and that would probably be the end of it. I don't know that I could handle the end, what would my life be like without Edward?
I wouldn't have a life at all because he is the center of it, the motivation I hold onto that pushes me through every day. Some might find that harsh, as I have Emilee, she should be the one pushing my motivation, but I won't say that she isn't, because she definitely is a determining factor, but Edward holds my heart. He has my love and my undying devotion, now I'm not sure that I have his anymore, or maybe I never did. I want to scream at him to wake the fuck up and look at what he's doing to us. Even though I do my best to cover it up and I know I've gotten good at it over the last year, he should be able to see through it. Edward knows me better than anyone does, and that's because I chose him to be that person. He would see through my disguises if he were paying attention and not putting all of his efforts into his work.
Nick talked me into seeing a counselor and not just once. I went while Emilee was at school and Edward at work, I could not let either of them find out. I kept track of our finances so Edward wouldn't know the money was gone. Her name is Bree Tanner. She has deep brown hair that flows down to the center of her back and a smile that would warm a criminal's heart. Her voice is whimsical and tantalizing; she has a good way with words. Her tone is always caring and concerned. She listens to what I have to say and pushes when I hold back my feelings. Such as the way Edward makes me feel when he comes home and doesn't say a word to me. The way he doesn't notice when I put on something cute to try and rustle his fancy.
"I feel like my worth is nothing to him, that no matter how hard I try, nothing is going to bring it back up in his eyes." Bree held the pen in her hand, had it hovering over the page in her notebook. I waited for her professional response, as I always do, that's why I'm here, for professional help.
"Now, I might be going out on a limb here, and forgive me if I am. But," she leaned forward, her legs crossed and her elbows resting on her notebook. "Are you sure your worth has been lowered in his eyes? Are you sure you aren't giving yourself the credit you deserve?"
I opened my mouth to respond but all that came out was a squeak.
"I'm not going to say anymore. I want to have a few more sessions with you before we get into deeper issues." She ruffled a stack of papers on her desk and proceeded to write something down on a blank page. She reached over her desk and handed it to me, which I took without hesitation, and she leaned back in her chair. "If you don't mind, I would like to meet your husband."
I laughed aloud, "No, not that I don't want you to meet him," which, in a way, I guess I don't, "he doesn't know…about this." I never tell anyone who he is because I don't want them to try to use me to get to him. I definitely do not want Bree to tell him that I have been seeing her behind his back because he wouldn't understand, he would take it the wrong way, as betrayal, when all I am really trying to do is save our marriage.
"Now Bella, there are deeper seeded issues here that need to be dealt with before any situation can get better. A marriage includes two people, both of which need to make compromises to make things work. I'm confident that you are not the problem, and neither is your husband, but I can't help you find the solution unless I hear both sides of the story."
I looked down at the piece of paper she handed me and saw three words: You are significant. Tears swelled in my eyes and I looked up at Bree whose eyes were bold and waiting. "Think about it and I hope to hear from you again." She stood from her seat and I stood with her. We shook hands; I left silently and made another appointment for only myself.
For three months I have been seeing Bree and Edward hasn't changed a bit, if anything he has gone in the opposite direction. Nick has been staying around a lot more and I can't be sure whether it's a good thing or not. I have a feeling he thinks our friendship will go further than just merely friends, and if that's the case, he is wrong. I love Edward all the way to my core, there will never be another for me. But I didn't voice my thoughts, I need Nick more than he knows.
Our sixth anniversary was just around the corner and I was careful not to expect anything out of him. Edward came to me the day before and told me he had to go to Pennsylvania for a second recording. I nodded my head and did my best to keep face but my attempts were tested when he pulled me close to him with a firm hand and kissed my head. Butterflies exploded in my stomach at the raw electric hum between us; then he was gone. Edward left the day before our anniversary.
He has something planned, I thought with a smile. That would be so out of his character nowadays but his farewell was far from the norm. Maybe he's coming back around and we can go back to the way life used to be before all the fame.
"Angela," I said out loud though no one would hear me, thou Nick was due to arrive at any moment. I trudged down the hall to the kitchen where my phone sat, silent on the kitchen counter. I rushed to Angela's number and put it to my ear after pressing talk a few four times.
Her unexpected greeting took my hopes down a few notches. I asked her if she was aware of any surprise Edward had planned and she told me no, she hadn't spoken to him in months. I wasn't the only person he's been putting on the back burner, he hasn't spoken to his brothers in who knows how long. I really don't have a clue because he doesn't talk to me, I just know from what they've all told me themselves.
Emilee got home from school and we started our usual routine, I made dinner and she did her homework. Nick showed up just before dinner was done and he sat with Emilee while I dished it out. I received a text message from Edward just before we sat down for dinner advising me that he was boarding the plane and he would be out of contact until he landed. That made me think that maybe he really does have something planned.
We ate dinner, Nick, Emilee and I together and Nick helped me with the dishes and putting Emilee to sleep afterwards. I couldn't get Edward out of my head, which wasn't anything new, and I ignored Nick most of the time. I made him watch The Blind Side with me because, for one, I felt like crying and I know that movie would give me reason too, and second, because I wanted to feel the love of the family on the screen. The love in my family has dissipated to almost nonexistent; at least some false love would be nice.
"You okay?" I barely heard Nick ask from my side. I turned to face him and he was looking right at me. He was reclined back against the couch, his arms up over his head and his legs out however he wanted them.
I looked back at the Television, trying to come up with something and coming up completely empty. "It's Edward," I said in a whisper, and a single tear fell. "He left to Pennsylvania," my emotions got the best of me and my face feel into my hands. I sobbed, and it wasn't the soft kind of sobs either. Everything that I have been going through and putting up with started to pour out of me; there was no stopping it. Nick put his arm around me and comforted me while I sorted through my head. How could he do that? Ignoring me and Emilee is one thing, but forgetting our anniversary. He promised it was the one date he would never miss.
Nick left after my break down, he didn't want to but I made him. I went to sleep with fantasies floating around in my head of what his plans could possibly be. I haven't dreamt of Edward in a long time, especially not the nightmares I used to have. For some reason, tonight they came back, but this time Edward and I were in the present day and things were exactly as they are now.
I woke up in the morning and my pillow was damp from the tears I must have shed during the night, that or I drooled uncontrollably through it. When I looked in the mirror and saw the puffy red skin around my eyes I was sure the damp pillow was from tears. I got Emilee off to school and picked up the house, which wasn't much and called Alice to see if maybe she'd heard anything. Maybe Jasper and Edward had something planned together.
No luck there, Jasper was taking her to the space needle, which has become something of a tradition for them. I tried anything and everything to keep my mind off of the date, to keep my hopes from rising only to be dashed later when nothing come of the night, but nothing would do it. Emilee arrived home sooner than I expected—I hadn't been watching the clock at all—and we sat down and went through her homework folder. Every Friday she receives one.
Eight o'clock rolled around and I put Em to sleep. I told her if Edward called I would wake her so she could say goodnight. Once back in the livingroom I saw that my phone had a message. I hurried to check it, hopeful it was Edward giving me some clue to our anniversary.
It was from Edward.
It seems to be going good here, how are things? Sorry I didn't call, it's been busy.-E
A single tear ran down my cheek and I nearly screamed in frustration. I wanted to believe wholeheartedly that he didn't forget, that he had something planned for the occasion. Now, reading his message, my heart is shattered.
That's great Edward, things are fucking splendid here.-B
All my anger and resentment piled up on me and I didn't care anymore about Edwards feelings or how hard he's been working. I had to remind myself that I let it get this far, that I kept quiet through everything and let it get to this point. But not all the blame could be placed on me. Edward is the one who stopped caring, Edward pushed himself away from me, away from us. The phone vibrated in my hand and I had to fight through the tears to make out the words.
Did something happen? Is Emilee okay?-E
Emilee is fine, but I cannot believe you forgot the importance of today….I don't know what's happened to you but I don't even want to see you until my Edward comes back!-B
I shut the phone and slammed it onto the counter. Call me stubborn; call me unfair, I don't care. Edward and I have lost our connection, that unyielding spark of something between us. The nightmares are back, something I never wanted to experience again, something Edward promised I would never experience again. Edward has promised a lot of things and the one's that matter are the one's he's broken.
If he wants to be a musician then he can be one, but if he wants me to be a musicians wife that never gets to see her husband, well that just not going to happen anymore. Music is his passion, it used to be mine as well but not anymore….
Edward came home and nothing had changed. He never answered me about my text that I sent and I think he forgot about it altogether. Nick changed though. He was touchier, and always putting his hands on my arm, or my leg, or just standing really close to me. Edward didn't even notice and never said a thing about it. One night he came home and Emilee, Nick and I were sitting on the couch and Emilee was reading a short story to us. Nick was sitting so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I started to feel uncomfortable and it only got worse when Edward entered the room. He looked us over, some expression on his face that I haven't seen, and then continued to his study. I was done, done feeling like I'm not wanted, like I'm only here because we have history and a daughter.
"Can I show daddy my new book?" Emilee asked and I shook my head. It was all I could do not to break down and cry right there. Emilee ran up the stairs to Edward's study, gripping the book in her hands.
I turned in my seat and tried like hell to hold back the tears that were threatening to stain my cheeks. A sigh slipped through my teeth and I felt Nick's hand on my shoulder in the same instant. When I turned to look at him and tell him that everything was fine, that I'm just being an over-emotional girl, he caught me by surprise. His face was only inches away from mine and before I could reject, his hand left my shoulder and touched my face. He leaned in and I could taste his sweet breath, feel the warmth of it on my lips. He kissed me…and I practically let him. He's a beautiful man, good with his hands. His eyes are hazel which only compliments his dark fist worthy hair. Only one problem…he isn't my husband, the one person my body yearns for. He isn't Edward, and Edward isn't himself.
His lips were on mine for longer than I would have liked before I pushed him away and looked at him shocked.
"I'm sorry," he breathed and shook his head. "No, I'm not sorry, Bella you deserve so much better than this."
I had to keep my voice down because this was not something I wanted to share with Edward and especially Emilee. "I do not want this," I replied. "I want my husband, and no one else." I got up and opened the front door for him. "If you can't keep your hands, your lips or any other body part to yourself then you need to leave." I nodded my head toward the door and he got up sulking.
"I thought…" he stopped and looked down at the ground, "I don't know what I thought," he continued, brushing his feet on the carpet.
"I don't know either but I think its best that you leave," I motioned to the door again and watched as he looked up and headed for it. He stopped at the door, turned his head toward me and his eyes were wet, like he was about to cry.
"I don't think I can just be your friend Bella, I need more than that. You mean more than that to me."
"If I mean anything to you, you will respect my decisions and wishes." I nodded to the door again and he walked through it. He started to turn and I shut the door before he could say anymore.
When I was completely alone I let the tears fall. So much has changed and so much has not been said. On top of the fact that Edward doesn't have time for us anymore, it turns out Nick has some secret thing for me. Maybe Edward's absence is affecting me more than I thought. I needed to talk to Edward about our situation or I was going to do something drastic and probably regret it later. I made my way up the stairs and saw Emilee sitting on the first stair looking down at her book. When she noticed me coming up the stairs her head rose and I saw the pink in her cheeks that only meant one thing.
"What's wrong Em?"
She sniffled, "Daddy told me to wait outside and he would come talk to me." She sniffled again.
"Oh sweetie, daddy's probably really busy," I told her. That one sentence sparked something inside of me and almost brought me to tears again.
"Daddy's probably busy."
The fact that I can't even tell our daughter for sure that her daddy is busy really says something. I don't have any clue what he is doing, what he is up to, or what he wants anymore.
The answer came to me like a wrecking ball on an old abandoned building. We need a break. I, to figure out exactly what it is that I want from Edward and to gain the courage to tell him, and Edward to realize what he wants, if he wants me and Emilee or not. I don't want to give him an ultimatum but I do want him to even out his time at work and at home. If anything, I just want to know that he still loves me, that he's still attracted to me and that our marriage will work.
Edward came out of his study and passed by us and continued down the stairs. "I have to run back to work but I won't be long, I should be back in time to say goodnight." he didn't even wait for a response; he just grabbed his coat and keys and shut the door behind him.
I took a deep breath and climbed the stairs on all fours to the top. I rushed into my room and Emilee followed.
"What are you doing mommy?" she asked as she took a seat on my bed.
"I'm rearranging" I lied. "Can you do me a favor?" I didn't like to lie to Emilee, but right now it was necessary.
"Sure," she replied, watching me closely.
"Go down to the kitchen table and start on your homework, I'll be down in a minute." Her questioning eyes always broke me down; a child's innocence is something otherworldly. She went, but not without flashing me a confused look first.
The tears rolled down my cheeks and stained my shirt while I grabbed clothes blindly through my vision. I wasn't going to stay somewhere that I wasn't wanted any longer, why burden anyone when I don't have to. When I was done packing my own luggage I went and packed some for Emilee. I made dinner mechanically, silently crying through the whole process. I pulled myself together before I had to face Emilee, but of course, she saw right through it.
"Mommy is there something the matter?" she asked.
"No sweetie, what makes you think that?" anyone could hear the anguish in my voice, the tremble to my words. I was fighting back my emotions and having a really hard time doing it.
Her head tilted in such a way that makes you stop and take a deep breath, "You look sad, did someone pick on you?" she guessed.
She made me laugh and cry all at the same time, "No, nothing like that." I quickly changed the subject of conversation. "How's that homework coming along?"
She showed me her spelling words. This particular assignment consisted of writing each word three times, putting them in alphabetical order, and then writing two sentences containing at least five of the spelling words.
The kitchen timer alarmed and we ate dinner alone, afterwards, I traditionally made Edward's plate and placed it in the microwave. I decided I couldn't leave Edward while he wasn't at home, that would be the easy way out. Instead, I planned on leaving him while he was in the study. When he's in there he is basically not in there, if that makes any sense. It's like he's still working, he tunes everything out.
Edward walked through the door an hour late and Emilee, thou it took some convincing, was already fast asleep. I had our bags in the laundry room sitting on top of the washer and dryer waiting for us.
"Hey," I greeted him and he did this kind of nod-his-head thing. "How was work?" I continued to clean up the counter next to the sink where the freshly clean dishes had been, it was keeping my mind occupied, away from what was waiting in the other room.
"It was crazy, doing a radio interview is a lot more demanding than it appears." He loosened his tie and sat down lazily on the barstool. "Will you start the microwave please?" he asked. He asked, he hasn't asked me to do anything in a while.
Of course I started it for him; it's what I am used to doing; taking care of my family. The microwave was all the noise in the room, I cleaned silently and Edward was silent. I didn't look back to see what he was doing, I didn't want to know and I didn't want to give myself away either. It just goes to show how much we have grown apart. We used to know each other's feelings, finish each other's sentences because we were so in tune with one another. I have been devastated, beyond that, mortified and he doesn't even notice.
The timer dinged and I sat his plate in front of him. He mumbled a thank you and ate his food, quicker than I'd ever seen him down a meal before. After, he hurried up to his study, leaving his plate for me to tend. I left it there and rushed to the laundry room, grabbing my car keys on the way. I put the bags in the back of my car and returned to the house. His study is down the hall from Emilee's room but I knew he wouldn't be paying enough attention to hear me or her.
I picked her up and she stirred slightly, but fell back into unconsciousness in my arms. I hurried out of her room, tip toed down the hall then rushed down the stairs.
I almost forgot how to publish, it's been so long. I regret that it has taken me this long to update but life calls sometimes and I had to pick up the phone. It was school and they said I need to get my head in the game so I did and now things are looking up. I will be taking a trip to Illinois, a road trip 4,244ish miles round trip) and after that I will be starting school again. I will finish this story even if it kills me.
Now, Edward's POV is next chapter and I'm not going to give you any inclination of what's going to happen, but trust me you'll want to read it. And then it will be the epilogue, SH will come to a sad end, sad for me, not sad in the story...HAPPY ENDINGS ARE A MUST...
Thanks so much for sticking with me...I hope to hear your thoughts on the turn this story took...
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