I stay quiet for the rest of the ride, unsure of what to say, or unsure if I even wanted to say anything.
I should be weirded out at all the shit Edward is telling me, but oddly enough, I felt pleased.
Why? I didn't know.
It's been a while since anyone besides Mr. Mrs. Cope cared about me. Even longer since I felt any form of affection towards anyone but them.
It was a weird feeling to have. Confusing, even.
The entire ride to the hideout was quiet.
I didn't even notice that he had suddenly veered into an unmarked road, and when we finally pulled up to a secluded, remote area, he told me to get down and parked the jeep in front of some trees, the darkness concealing it, along with the plants on the road.
"Where are we?" I asked, confused.
"Safety." He whispered, shutting off the engine, before turning to get our bags.
I climbed out, shivering slightly at the cool wind, before looking at him. "So, what now? I mean, there is clearly nothing here… are we sleeping in the woods…?" I mumbled, tiredly.
He wordlessly walked towards one of the trees and stretched out his hand and pressed something hidden along the tree's bark.
A small muffled click was heard before the illusion of thick foliage disappeared and a wide cemented path appeared before us, leading us deeper into the foliage.
As we begin walking into the path I hear a click and something slam shut behind us, causing me to jump a foot into the air, before clutching at Edward's arm tightly.
"What—gulp— the fuck was that?!" I squealed as a creek was heard, and this time I actually dove for him. Leaping onto him and clutching on for dear life.
He chuckled in respons, and dropped the bags just to catch me. "Bella, love, that was just the doors closing and locks engaging…" he whispered as I clutched onto him.
His body heat soothed my sudden irrational fear, and sent other reactions to different parts of my body… and for the life of me, I couldn't decide what to think or feel.
He simply started walking again, down the long path, stopping shortly after a while. "We're here." He whispered, slowly setting me down on my feet.
Once he did, he slowly turned and walked back the way we came from, returning back a few moments later with our bags in his arms.
After he reached my side, he silently inclined his head, silently telling me to follow him.
I silently walked behind him, zoning in and out of the present as we walked through the dimly lit walkway.
When he finally stopped at a small looking cabin, he looked down at me before inclining his head towards the cabin.
"This is Porto Seguro." He says.
Safe Haven. How fitting...
It looks nothing like I imagined. This is no cabin, it a fucking house. In the middle of nowhere. Who the hell would build a house in the middle of nowhere?
Edward smiled at the dumb shocked expression that was on my face as he slowly pulled me up the stairs, and bent down to pick a stone, showing it to me to reveal the key that was stuck under it.
After unlocking all three locks bolts before pulling me and the stuff through the door.
As soon as we stepped foot inside the door slammed shut behind us, and the entire house lit up.
It was definitely completely different than it looked from the outside. Or rather the entrance.
It was a wide-open space, with a small couch, with a small window above it.
As he led me down the hallway, he showed me the different rooms that we passed them.
The kitchen was small and had a homey feeling even my own kitchen didn't have. Even the bedrooms had the same homey feel to them.
The cabin-slash-house had a quaint feel to it. Making me miss things I thought I'd never longed for after my parents died.
I almost wanted to cry at the thought of it.
Edward let me have the big bedroom, which had a small ensuite added to it.
As soon as he left me alone, I pulled off my shoes and sweater before I climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over myself as I did.
The last thing I remember thinking is if I would ever be safe again and if I would ever find happiness.
I woke up a few hours later, feeling as if I am being watched. My automatic reaction is to get out of bed and out of the room.
As I open the door and rush out of it I slam into a warm, hard wall.
"Good morning?" I mutter, embarrassed.
"G' mornin'" he groaned,
"Are we alone here?" I asked, in a whisper after I realized I was still sitting on top of him and quickly rolled off of him.
"Yes, why?" He asked, quickly sitting up, alert.
"Because I feel like I am being watched…" I answered, biting my lip, before looking at him.
He nodded, before kissing my forehead and walking into my room. He searched everything before coming back out.
"I didn't find anything, but just in case there is something out there, why don't you sleep on the bed in my room, and I'll sleep on the floor." He offered.
Was he serious?