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I carefully entered the building. I didn't want to make a lot of noise. I thought about just leaving the bike outside, but I knew Isabella would eventually see it. I carried it up the stairs and had my duffel bag around my shoulder.
My right arm continued to bleed but it wasn't a deep wound I could tell. And because my skin is so pale, I knew wouldn't be able to hide it. I slowly opened the door placed what was left of my bike again the wall. Quietly I put my bag down and kicked off my sneakers. I noticed my jeans had ripped on the knee from the fall.
I wish I could've gotten the license plate number of that BMW, but I had a pretty good idea of who was behind it. Tanya. It was the same car that picked me up that night. I groaned as walked to the bathroom. I closed the door then turned on the light. I undressed and inspected myself.
That friggin' witch was trying to warn me or scare or something. Over money and sex. I shook my head as I searched for the hydrogen peroxide in my medicine cabinet. I grabbed the bottle and quickly squirted some on my arm.
As it foamed white my mind wandered. What was it going to take to get her off my back? I had no idea what I was going to do. Then there was a knock on the door.
"Baby are you ok?" I heard Isabella say. I didn't want to lie to her about this. I couldn't keep something like this a secret. I opened the door and she stared at me.
Her sleepy eyes looked over me quickly and went straight to my arm.
"It looks worst then it actually is...it's not that bad really" I started. She came in the bathroom her lips pouted and her eyebrows furrowed.
"How did this happen?" She said softly.
"I got hit by a car..."
"What? How?" She grabbed a wash clothes and wet it with water. Then carefully she started to wipe my arm. Her touch was gentle, it calmed my nerves, but my anger level was still high.
"Tanya, I know it was her. It was her car at least...a few moments ago." When I said that, she looked up at me. Her brown eyes were sad then she looked angry.
"What does that stalker want with you Edward? Why would she do this?" I wanted to tell her about the money, how it was her main drive but I couldn't. I didn't want Isabella to worry about money. I knew when it came to that, she would feel very sensitive.
"I think she knows about the wedding. She wants to be you. She wants to marry me..." Isabella went through the cabinet and grabbed some a pack of gauze and surgical tape. She held it over the wound and taped it gently in place.
"Does it hurt?" She whispered.
"No...Let's just go to bed." I answered.
"Baby, I can't sleep now. Look at what happened to you. What are we going to do?" She looked up at me. I looked down into her face.
"Let's go up to the roof and talk then. Get a blanket" I told her. I threw on some shorts and went to the kitchen. I grabbed one bottle of Stoli, a bottle of water, and the pack of Oreo cookies Isabella bought the other day.
She held the blanket underneath arm and we left the apartment quietly. We walked up the narrow stairs to get to the roof of the apartment building. I opened the metal door and held it open with the large cement block.
The temperature had dropped only a little. It was still warm outside, even in the dark. Isabella walked close to the edge and peered over quickly. Then she looked back at me.
She opened the blanket and placed it down on the floor. We sat down and I placed the cookies between us, handed her the water. I took a swig of the Stoli and ran my hand through my hair. I could feel her beautiful eyes on me. I knew she was angry, I knew she scared, but I had no idea what to do.
"We should have her arrested" she said. "Attempted murder..."
"I don't have any real proof it was her. I just have a strong feeling in my gut that it is."
"There has to be something we can get her locked up for. Maybe she's done stuff we don't know about. If we knew..." she grabbed a cookie. "I wish we were close to someone who knows her. Or if we were even closer her..."
I thought for a moment as I ate a few cookies. I thought about Rosalie, I didn't like her too much to try and squeeze information out of her. And she probably was pissed about Emmett's date with Angela. Maybe Alice could do it. Or maybe I could just get the info out of Tanya myself even though it didn't work to well last time.
"What if I pretended we broke up? If I acted like it were over between us? If she thought we were done, I'm pretty sure she would spill everything."
"You mean like set her up?" Isabella asked unsure.
"Exactly...I just can't think of all the details now." I took another swig and stared at her.
"But what about the wedding? It...It won't happen anymore Edward?" she looked down at her engagement ring her hands trembled. I wish I could know what she had been thinking.
"It will..." I moved closer to her and grabbed her hand. "I know you don't want to, but we're gonna have to elope for now. And when this is settled...I can give you the wedding you want." I could tell she didn't like the idea.
"It's the only way to make sure she doesn't try to hurt you. Or attack me again...trust me Isabella. She's lost her mind. If she did anything to hurt you…"I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want her to think about it either. It was bad enough that she always worried about me, now we had this to deal with.
"If you think it's the best thing…But if we eloped, we would need a witness wouldn't we? Who would be the witness? If Tanya knows who Angie is now…and it can't be Alice. Who could we get? Who else is going to get involved in this Edward?"
I continued to drink, I felt most of my anger and tensions subside for the time being. The stinging pain that was on my arm faded away also. I thought for a while and then I smiled. "Miss Maggie."
"Miss Maggie? It's bad enough we're probably driving her crazy with all the noise, but you wanna ask her for a favor?" She shook her head no.
"I have a feeling she would say yes. And it would just be between us. Well Alice would have to be in on it. Definitely not Emmett…"
"Can I tell Angie at least? I can't keep this from her. She helped us remember?"
"You don't have to keep it from her, just tell her don't tell Emmett." Isabella nodded.
"And you can't tell your parents, I can't tell mine either…their reactions have to be genuine. They have to believe we are over."
"I can't lie to my mommy Edward…we don't have that kind of relationship you and your mother" She said sadly. It was true and I couldn't be mad at her honesty. My mother knew little about me. Other than what I told when I spoke to her briefly or whatever Alice told her. She knew more about the old me rather then the new and somewhat improved version.
"OK, I won't ask you to do that. What about Phil? I know you don't want to lie to him either" she shook her head no. And I completely understood that. Isabella had told me once before how important Phil was to her. How he stepped into her life after her father walked out of it. He was the only positive male figure that she had ever really known.
She got up from the blanket and walked back to the edge of the roof. It came up to her waist as she leaned her elbows on it. The late night, early morning wind blew her night shirt softly. Her air was tied with colorful silk scarf that blew slightly. She told me it would help to keep her hair straight even though I loved it wavy and slightly frizzy.
The near by buildings didn't have their lights on, and the only light came from the street lights below us. I got up and walked towards her. I wrapped my arms around her, and leaned my chin on the top of her head. I wanted to surround her with love.
"We're going to get through this Isabella…it's going to be alright…" As I pressed into her she leaned more forward against the low brick wall, her body felt tense.
"I could just rip her head off…" she muttered.
"I know, but we have to do this the right way. And once it's done, we wont have to worry about her ever again." I closed my eyes as I smelled her warm chocolaty scent. I bent my head down to kiss the back of her ear. "We can ask Miss Maggie if she will do it for us tomorrow. We should do it as soon as we can." I whispered.
"I don't even have a dress…or flowers…or my mommy to see it happen" she said sadly. I kissed the back of neck trying to convince her.
"Think of this like the practice before the actual event…we'll do it the simple way first. Then I promise you, I'll give you the one you want…" I felt her shoulders slump a little. "Trust me Isabella, it's for the best." I moved my hands from around her arms and moved them against her breasts. Maybe I just needed to release my tension, maybe it was the vodka, but at that moment, I needed her.
I could feel her heart beat against my fingertips. I kissed her again and tried get her to relax. "You know how much I love you…everything I do is out of love for you" I whispered as I slid my other hand down her side. She nodded her head slowly and leaned it back against me.
"I'm so sorry baby" I said as I kissed down her neck and the side of her face. "It's going to get better baby…" I seen she closed her eyes. I couldn't ignore what was happening in my shorts and I'm pretty sure she couldn't either. I was rock hard and pressed against her. The only thing separating us was a few thin layers of stupid clothes.
"If she hurts you again…" Isabella started but didn't finish because I had already started to pull her panties down.
"Shhh" I whispered as I pulled my shorts down. "Don't think about that now…just think that right now I want to make love to you so badly." I bent her over so she was leaned more against the wall. She stood with her legs farther apart. I held her hip as I guided myself gently inside of her.
"F-"I groaned as I felt her heat surround the tip of my cock. I pulled back slightly and pushed back in. I kept with those movements and she started to relax. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.
"Yes…" she moaned softly and she reached back with one hand a gripped the back of my thigh. She pressed back into me and started to moved against me. I kept with my slow speed going deeper into her. A part of me wanted to go harder but I knew I would have to be easy on her. As much as it was about me it was for her too.
She needed to be loved tenderly and I needed it rough, but we were able to balance between the too. And we didn't have to worry about anyone hearing us.
When we were done, Isabella wrapped herself in the blanket and I grabbed all of our stuff. We head back to the apartment and I placed everything on the table I the living room. I would get to it when I had the chance. I got in the bed and watched as she turned the radio on. She lay on top of me in her normal position. I held her closer tonight
"Is this Debussy again?" she asked sleepily.
"Yes. Beau Soir" I smiled. In a matter hours, our lives would change yet again. We would go from engaged to married. I'd be able to make our relationship permanent no matter what happened to me. Then if everything went well, we can be together happily and stress free.
"Tell me about your Granny's place in the Vineyard"she asked softly.
"It's beautiful Isabella. You're going to love it. Behind the house is a beautiful garden, Tons of flowers and other plants. There are statues of those chubby angels and this statue of the Virgin Mary. Then past the garden is a pathway that leads to the beach…" I continued to describe everything to her until I heard her snoring. It was all going to happen, somehow.
What do you guys think of Edward's plan? Do you think it will work? And will Miss Maggie say yes? Well I can answer that one. She loves a bit of drama and will make this interesting for them…Oops said too much. Thanks to all the new readers and subscribers! Thank you to those that are old readers and chose to keep reading! Thank you the those that continue to read and review! You guys are the greatest and you encourage me to keep on writing when I'm on my lunch break, or commuting or in the car with my bf lol! Have a great week everyone!