CHAPTER 29.
I lay in my truck, not so tired anymore and I stared at the screen of my mobile, wishing it to ring and hear Edwards's velvet voice apologizing to me.
Was it over? Did he prefer Christine to me? I didn't blame him if he did. She was hot and everything a guy could ask for. So if he wanted to move on, I wouldn't stop him. The screen lit signalling I had a message.
I'm sorry for what happened tonight. Edward sent. I didn't have the guts to type back so I hit delete.
Ten minutes later, my mobile rang and I picked up half-heartedly.
"Yes?"
"Don't hang up and listen to me." Edward instructed.
"Fine."
"I know you dislike Christine but isn't it a bit much? Dragging me into this too?"
"Look, Edward, it's either me or her. Your choice and fairly, I don't give a crap about your over protectiness for Christine. I think she is old enough to handle herself, and as I said before, I did not threaten her and if you don't believe me, your funeral." OK, bad choice of words, but these were the only words I could think of.
The line was silent for a moment and when Edward spoke, his voice sounded amused and surprised at the same time, "So you think I have a problem handling two girls? Bella, one girl I love, the other I don't know where I stand. So if you think I should choose, who do you think I would pick?"
"Dunno. You tell me."
"You, stupid. I haven't known you for long, but I do love you and the last thing I wasn't to lose right now is you and your silly ways."
"Huh."
"You sound like a jealous girlfriend." He stated.
"Well, I am. But can you blame me? You are hot and I'm not the only one saying this OK? And Christine is model material, so it's only natural that you two might end up together."
"You are being irrational, Bella. Stop being so difficult and listen to me for the last time. I love you. Nothing happened between Christine and me those days I stayed in Alaska and nothing ever will happen, OK? Maybe you should look out of your truck window and when you do, explain to me what the hell you are doing, lying in there with blankets and cushions." I did as he told me and I looked out sitting up.
Edward was standing on the other side of the road, mobile to his ear, but when he saw me, the phone disappeared and he was in front of my truck door.
I opened it and he got in.
"Somebody broke in my house, messing up my room and breaking my things, so Charlie thinks it's not safe for me to go in."
"And he's making you sleep out here? In the cold?" he frowned.
"No, he wanted me to phone a friend and arrange a place to stay. He isn't in because he's out of town for work about something or other. So here I am. You know better than I do that I don't have any 'friends'."
"Why don't you stay over at my place?" he asked, fiddling with one of the loose threads of my jeans. I stared at him, but quickly recovered.
"W-what?" I stuttered.
"Why don't you stay over at my place? You could sleep in my room and then I could sneak you out in the morning before my parents find out."
"D-don't you think that Carlisle will find out? You said so yourself that he has high developed senses, being an older vampire than you are and all."
"No. the family is out hunting and we'll have the place to ourselves."
"Shouldn't you be with them?" his eyes were the golden colour I loved, but that didn't mean he was free of thirst.
"Bella, I'm not going to attack you while you sleep, OK? No worries." He laughed, enveloping me in a bone-crushing hug.
"I don't know . . . what if Charlie comes back in the morning?" he was silent for a second or so before answering, his voice light and velvety.
"He'll be away for the week and weekend and he's going to phone you on your mobile to tell you." At that moment, my phone rang and I picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey honey. It's dad." I shot an incredulous look at Edward who grinned back. I knew that he could do this bit still . . .
"Hey dad, what's up?"
"I just wanted to say that I won't be back for the week and weekend."
"I know."
"Huh?" I realised my mistake and tried to make amends quickly.
"I mean I knew you would be away for the week and weekend, why else should your stuff be gone from the bathroom?" I didn't know that, but apparently, I was right. Bingo.
"You went in the house? I told you not to!"
"Dad, I had to get some of my stuff, right?"
"I guess. Where are you staying?"
"I've booked into a hotel. Cheap stuff. I can handle it with my college fund."
"You're not allowed to touch that money."
"Tell me how else am I supposed to pay? It's not like you gave me any cash just in case."
"OK. Well, goodnight. And I'll see you next week."
"Bye Dad." I hung up feeling exhausted. Edward was staring out of the window, but I knew he had heard everything. He looked at me when I shut the phone and dragged me towards him, kissing me softly and then harder, as if we only had a certain amount of time.
"Maybe we should get going." He said. Edward was always the one to break off the kiss when I responded a little too eagerly . . .
His hands wrapped around my wrists, dragging me out of the truck. I stumbled and grabbed his waist before i could fall. He laughed and pulled me upright again, pushing me in the general direction of the forest path.
"Wait, we're not going with my truck?" he shook his head and took a sharp turning, avoiding the dark sides of the forest. I think he felt that something was lurking in there, because a few minutes later I heard the unmistakable howling of wolves – or werewolves.
His silver Volvo was parked by the forest, and if it weren't for him guiding me, I wouldn't've seen it. He pushed me into the passenger's side and he went round to the driver's side.
Ah, now I know why he parked so close to the forest . . . he swerved into the forest and took the bumpiest, dirtiest track he could pick, throwing us into the darkness of the forest. We drove in silence and Edward was so concentrated on what he was doing, he frowned.
He parked in front of a big white mansion on the river, the windows were dark and gloomy, and the only source of light was the one of the moon reflecting off the glass; Edward took my hand and lead me to the front door, where he fitted the key and turned. He went in first, flicking on a light switch and I followed. I tried to hide my awe but apparently did not succeed.
Edward laughed and pulled me close, kissing me on the lips. I responded, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pushed me closer to him. I shivered, but not because he was so cold, but because this was what I had imagined in my wildest dreams, kissing the boy I loved and adored. He held me tighter and moved his cold lips from my mouth to my neck . . .
The stairs creaked and we sprung apart, a guilty look spread across his face as I blushed. A familiar face appeared at the bottom step, the blonde curls falling down her back, her big blue eyes staring at us innocently. I looked at Edward and he opened his mouth to say something to me, but was cut off by Christine.
"Carlisle won't like it of you bring a human, Edward." She hissed; her eyes narrowed menacingly at me.
"Carlisle won't mind, as long as she's safe," He snapped, "And anyway, weren't you supposed to be out hunting with the rest of the family?"
She laughed, "I wasn't thirsty, so I couldn't be bothered. Everybody else is out though. It's just me here." She licked her lips and laughed again. If she weren't a vampire, I would've knocked her block of already.
Because she was flirting with my boyfriend.
Because she was acting like I wasn't even there.
Edward grabbed my hand and started to pull me up the stairs, "Good to know, Christine, and if you don't mind, stay out of my room." He hissed as we went past. I could feel Christine's eyes on my back the whole way, and I felt so angry I was a half tempted to go back down and hit her hard in the middle of that perfect face I had learnt to hate.
Edward made me forget everything as soon as we entered his room, which was big, with a king sized bed. He sat me down on the bed and sat down next to me, kissing me the way I liked it.
He pushed me back onto the bed and kissed my neck and lips. I kissed him back, wrapping myself around him; he chuckled and kissed my neck and cheek in a final way.
I sighed and sat up. He remained lying down, looking up at me with those big topaz eyes of his, the crooked smile I loved spreading slowly across his handsome face. He pulled me back down beside him and I squirmed. He wouldn't let go, though. And I lay there in his arms as he kissed me over and over again, until I fell asleep, knowing that he was there beside me.
