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Chapter 7 and a Half
Edward had drove me home then, not even bothering to let me here Irina tell about her escape, and he wouldn't say a word in the car.
His hands were gripping the steering wheel, and he was staring at the road. This was the fastest he'd ever gone, I noticed, looking at the speedometer. It was well within the little red safety area.
At one point, he closed his eyes...going a bagillion miles-per-hour...in an easily flipped several ton vehicle...with a very squishable human in the passenger's seat. I put a hand on his shoulder to snap him out of it, which he did, albeit reluctantly.
I opened my mouth lots of times, trying to say something, but nothing came out. I really needed to learn how to speak. It's a useful skill, or so I've been told.
Where would I start? He wouldn't believe anything I said, would he? I'd give it a shot.
"Edward..." I said tentatively.
His only reply was a nod.
"I'm sorry about...about yelling at you earlier," I said, "I didn't understand."
He turned to me. "Understand?" he asked.
"Understand that – um – I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but just hear me out... Your mind is being manipulated," I told him.
He laughed one cold, hard laugh. "Don't be absurd."
Exasperated, I cried, "Well, what's your explanation!?"
He sadly shook his head, "Bella, Bella, Bella, I loved you I guess...for a while..." his face looked confused then, "No, I still love you!" he cried frantically, slamming on the brakes. Tires squelching, we came to a dead stop on the two-lane highway.
Turning in his seat, he put both hands on my shoulders and pulled me to him. There was a strange glint in his eyes – helplessness.
More than anything else: the Volturi, Victoria; that look frightened me the most.
He gave me a slight shake, but it still made my teeth rattle. "Bella, you can't listen to anything I say, alright. I'm trying to fight it, but..."
His head whipped back, and he shook violently. The force of it was vibrating the entire car.
My heart was breaking. I'd never thought I'd have to watch him suffer like this. Is this what he feels like when I get hurt? Agonized tears gushed down my face.
In that moment, I vowed to kill Josius, if it was the last thing I did.
He looked back at me, with an intent gaze. "Bella, PROMISE ME!" he shouted, "PROMISE ME YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME! YOU ARE MY WORLD – MY LIFE! I LOVE YOU BELLA! SO MUCH. Josius, he...and Tanya. Using her to get to you..." his eyes squinted together, trying to stop the mental onslaught, "CALL JACOB!" he roared. Then, his onyx eyes closed and his head slumped forward. The steering wheel took his weight.
"I promise," I tried to whisper, but the breath caught in my throat and my voice cracked. The tears kept rushing in a torrent.
At last, he lifted himself off the driving mechanism.
He glanced over at my frazzled state and gave me a small pitying smile, the kind one gives to stray cats. "Don't cry over me," he said, before starting the car and driving to my house.
I didn't speak. Couldn't speak. It hurt to talk. My thinking, unfortunately, was not halted in the least.