The ride to Charlotte's place is quiet and tense.
I think we both just need the quiet right now.
I feel like my emotions are all over the place, and to be honest, I have to keep reminding myself of how Mom taught me how it was impolite to slap a woman…no matter how much of a skank she might be.
As we continue to drive, I can tell we're entering an area of town that isn't so great.
There are more police cars patrolling the area, and a lot of the buildings and houses all have bars on the windows.
I'm even more glad now that Bella asked me to come with her. I wouldn't have wanted her in this part of town on her own.
We reach Charlotte's building and I cringe a little when I see how rundown it looks.
Again, I offer Bella my hand as we head towards the door.
We enter and climb three flights of stairs before we reach apartment 3C.
Bella knocks on the door, and I take a deep breath, hoping that I've got enough strength left for both of us to make it through this.
Waiting for the door to open, I try to mentally prepare myself for whoever is on the other side of it.
But when the door opens and I see the person standing on the other side of it…I realize there isn't anything could have prepared me for this, as I mutter a "holy fucking shit" under my breath, and judging by Bella's blank, stunned look and Charlotte's "Well fuck me,"…no one else was either.
A/N: So now we're up to chapter 45 of Learning to Let Go. Let me know your thoughts on how Edward is handling everything.
Also, don't forget that this story was nominated in the Twilight Eclipse Awards for Best Edward in a drabble. My story Retribution was nominated for Best Suspense/Thriller in the full length fic category and my drabble Whiskey Lullaby was nominated for Best Angst. So if you haven't yet, please go and vote by heading over to twilighteclipseawards(dot)blogspot(dot)com
Thanks for reading.
Until next week,
Stephanie