Streetlight People

Part Four: Working Hard To Get My Fill

Chapter Twenty Two


Bella lay on the couch staring up at the ceiling. Edward was asleep on top of her, his face buried in her shoulder. Every so often his body would tense up and shiver and his arms would tighten around her; in response, she would run a hand through his hair until he settled.

In comparison, Bella thought her story seemed so… Lame. There were no ghosts haunting her, no demons beating down her door. She thought of her father, alone in his house, worrying after her and her guilt intensified.

There were so many questions that were still unanswered, that she begged to ask Edward. She began forming a list in her head and, at the rate it was building, it seemed absolutely endless.

The ticking of a clock somewhere sounded and Bella focused on it, settling down into the couch to try and catch some sleep.