Fight
We're pulling onto my street now and the fire is still burning my body.
It's everywhere.
My eyes are burning.
My ears ache.
My limbs tingle.
My heart is trying to escape my chest, desperate to escape the boiling blood beneath my veins.
And somehow . . . I know how to fix this.
I know exactly what is going to take this pain away.
Not what, but who.
Edward.
And for the first time ever, I'm relieved to see him. Sitting on my front porch with his head in his hands.
The car hasn't even stopped by the time I'm out the door, sprinting to him.
He looks up when he hears the car door slam, and stands when I'm moments from collision.
My intent is to wrap my arms around his waist, to let his scent overwhelm me, to tame the fire.
I'm never able to, though, because as soon as I'm close, his hand encases my wrist and he's pulling me to his car.
The fire is out from his touch, but it would seem that it never should have been my biggest concern.
Because Edward . . .
He's not just angry.
He's beyond furious.
He throws me into the passenger seat, buckling me up before slamming the door and getting in the drivers seat.
He takes off.
"Edward," I say.
He speeds up.
"I'm so-"
"Don't," he hisses, glaring at me with passion that I've never witnessed previous to this moment.
It takes my breath away.
"Did you really think I wouldn't know?" he seethes, "That I wouldn't feel it the very second he put his hands on you? His lips?"
He felt it, too.
Shit.
Damn.
Fuck!
"Edward, I-"
"All day, I've fought just for you to allow me in your very presence, but you have no qualms giving affection to someone who -" he can't finish his sentence.
His chest moves quickly with his breaths.
"Edward-" I try again without luck.
"Do not speak to me, Isabella."
A/N: Oh no . . . what's going to happen in the final chapter?
And then the epilogues . . .
We're almost at the end :)
~ Madison ~