Bella
"Are you done?!" Edward shouted after a few minutes, grabbing my arms and forcing me to still. But the way he spoke the words told he wasn't asking me if I was done. He was telling me I was done.
Still, I glared up at him and answered 'no' because I wasn't done. I would never be done. I would never forgive him for kidnapping me and bringing me to this hell. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be set free.
But you have nothing to go home for. Your father is dead. You killed him. You are the one that brought this upon yourself. You triggered the events that led to you being here. You have no one to blame but yourself.
"Stop it!" I shouted, covering my own ears. I had reacted as if Edward had spoken the words to me, but I realized he hadn't. The voice had been in my own head. I was finally losing it or perhaps I had lost it a long time ago. I started crying, deep body shaking sobs. Edward pulled me into his arms and held me tight against his chest. I clutched onto his shirt, mumbling that I wanted to go home, but as I said the words I realized it wasn't so much about going home as it was about escaping. I needed to escape from life. I needed to clock out and just forget, even if it was only for a few hours. "I want a drink," I mumbled.
"Okay," he said, looking down at me and squeezing my arms. He guided me over to a sun lounger by the pool and sat me down. "I'll go and get you a drink." I stared up at him confused. He was being nice, too nice, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was being nice, reasonable. I would take anything I could get.
I watched him go before I lay back on the sun lounger and closed my eyes, enjoying the heat of the sun. Mateo hadn't left my side, but I pretended he wasn't there. It was easier that way.
Edward returned a few minutes later with a glass of yellow liquid. I didn't bother to ask him what it was. I didn't care. I took the glass from him and down the lot in one go. It was bitter and burned the back of my throat as it went down, but it was strong and I knew it would do the job. I knew I was probably pushing my luck, but I handed the glass to him and asked for another. Edward agreed, which was unusual. He was being too accommodating, but I didn't know why until it was too late.
I lay back on the sun lounger as Edward went to fetch my second glass. As I lay there waiting, my head slowly began to get heavy, and then my eyes became so damn heavy that I couldn't keep them open. I felt as if I was sinking into the lounger, and before I knew it I slipped into complete darkness.