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THE STOLEN WORDS

by AliciousMind


CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - Determination

EPOV

I was watching her running away in the direction of her house in shock. My body was frozen not understanding what had happened. One moment we were in bliss, the next one she looked hurt beyond belief and took off.

What the fuck?

I tried to analyze everything from every angle. To capture the moment of when the happiness had ended and the dread had started. I knew it must have been something connected with the song.

My song.

She didn't like it? It was possible, but her reaction was quite a bit overreacted.

Maybe she was offended. But by what? The song was about love. Beautifully written, I thought, a masterpiece of perfectly matched words and phrases describing that popular emotion with unique lyrics.

The melody? Not likely. It couldn't be that bad for such a reaction.

So what?

My shoulders slumped in defeat. My heart was sore inside my chest.

What happened?

A million dollar question.

I looked in her direction just to witness her struggle with the keys. She managed to open the front door and as quickly as she entered her house, she hurriedly shut it behind her with the loud bang.

That woke me up. My senses came back to my mind and the rational side of myself seized my shocked sub consciousness.

"Bella! Wait!" I shouted and jumped out of the car not caring about the still working engine and the announcement about the unknown author we were desperately looking for. It didn't matter in that moment. It was not important. My career, the album, and the band. It was all nothing without her. Nothing mattered more to me, right now. She was the center of my universe, my sun, my personal and individual heaven, my angel, my everything. Just mine.

The stinging in my eyes indicated my approaching state of panic. I had to talk to her. I was nothing without her. Now, when I just met her, she was my life and without her I was nothing.

I ran after her to the front door and tried to turn the doorknob.

Locked.

I knocked impatiently looking around the dark neighborhood not wanting to alarm anybody.

Nothing. I neared my ear to the door in hope to hear her move somewhere inside, but all I could sense was the dreadful silence.

"Bella?" I pleaded. "Open the door."

Nothing.

"Bella! Let me in!" I called louder this time. I started banging the door mercilessly and calling her name to talk to me. The rustle of the surrounding trees accompanied my pleas, but the only expected answer from inside never came.

I took a few steps back to see, if she was in her room, but all the lights were off. Just like nobody was in there.

The pain in my rib cage started to spread and overwhelming despair began to settle in.

What if she didn't want me anymore?

No! I wouldn't let it happen. I loved her and I knew she loved me back. I felt it and I was going to fight for that. For us. I wouldn't give up because she was so worth fighting for.

One more time I looked around and suddenly saw her cell laying on the path bereaved. Just like me.

I took it with trembling fingers and held it to myself.

So calling her was out.

I didn't know her land-line number, and even if I knew it, I was sure she wouldn't have answered.

I sighed, resigned and sat outside her door thinking about how to get to the love of my life on the other side.

oOo

I felt cold. The slight breeze was stroking my back and my hair was blown onto my face.

I could hear the birds singing cheerfully and the leaves sighing in the wind.

What a strange dream.

I couldn't find strength to open my eyes. My body felt tired and my muscles tense.

Then a quiet door creak filled the background noises making me confused and uncomfortable.

"Edward?" a soft voice pierced through my senses causing my eyes to wide open.

"Bella?" my voice was hoarse and rough.

And then I remembered the previous night.

My increasing panic must have alarmed the angel in front of me, because Bella put both of her hands on my shoulders calming me down momentary.

"You've slept here all night?" she asked already knowing the answer. "I'm sorry," she sniffed and again her eyes leaked with the fresh stream of tears. "Please, come inside. I'll make you some coffee." The sniffing changed into sobs and her body slumped against mine. I wrapped her frame affectionately, inhaling her fresh scent with relief.

"Please, baby. Don't cry. It's okay." I tried to calm her, but I was aware that the only way to get some peace was to talk and explain what had happened.

I rose slowly lifting her small body with me. She embraced my shoulders awkwardly and I put my hand under her knees to carry her bridal style. If the circumstances were different I certainly could be overjoyed with the thought of carrying her through the threshold. But her still sobbing and apologizing demeanor pulled me back to reality of our not yet resolved misunderstanding.

Oh, how I hoped that that entire nightmare was nothing more than that. Some unbelievable and coincidental misinformation, which we would easily clarify and then hopefully would live happily ever after.

I smiled to myself hugging Bella to myself and closing the door gently behind us. I sat down on her sofa tenderly cuddling her on my lap. She was clinging to me desperately, not willing to loosen her grip yet.

I patiently hold her close, humming some soft melody which suddenly appeared in my head. It was calming and sweet, just like the girl in my arms.

After some time, I felt her cry deceased and her breath slowed down. I gently rose with her still in my arms and took us upstairs to her bedroom. I thought that maybe we should talk, but I knew that first we both needed some rest. I laid her down and encircled her shoulders with my arms. I put her head onto my chest and closed my eyes contentedly.

"Sleep well, my Bella," I wished her quietly before my own exhaustion took me over.


A/N:

Okay, okay, I really have planned to finish their confrontation in this chapter, but they needed their rest first. How sweet of Edward to stay at her door?

I promise THE TALK next chapter. No more delays ;-)

Till then

A.