Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry for the wait. It took longer than I thought it would. But here it is as promised, regardless that it's Wednesday now. I'm sorry if this chapter is really short and boring. I honestly don't know what to do with it. But, I know there are questions that need to be answered.
I would also like to point out that I meant to say Edward has been gone for almost FIVE years. I apologize, and intend on correcting that error ASAP. I want to thank black.n.blu for bringing that to my attention. Of course, I don't think they actaully intended on it, but that made me realize my mistake. Once again, I'm sorry, and it will be corrected.
Really quickly, I want to thank everyone who reviewed, and who reads Never Gone.
Without further babbling, here is chapter three.
Disclaimer: I don't and never will own Twilight.
Never Gone
Chapter Two-
Later that evening, I found myself running around crazily. I was trying to get dressed, for Edward had asked me out to catch up. I didn't know where we were going, so I wasn't sure of what to wear. My room now looked as if a cloth tornado stormed through, lacerating everything that lay in it's path.
I finally decided upon a nice pair of levi's and a fuzzy, turquoise sweater. My hair fell in elegant ringlets atop my shoulders and I had a light brown eyeshadow swept across my eyelids. I quickly slipped on my shoes, grabbed my purse, and headed downstairs.
Walking into the living room, I saw my dad and Elizabeth sitting on the couch watching a baseball game. Charlie had a bottle of Coke in his hand, and Lizzie had juice in her's. I smiled at the picture before me. She was so much like her grandfather.
I walked over to my four-year-old daughter. Her lovely blonde hair cascading down her back. Her piercing blue eyes, the color of the sky on a beautiful summer's day, were watching the screen with a much amused expression.
I sat down quietly next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. I kissed her head softly and snuggled against her. I felt her nudge my side softly and heard her mutter, "Mommy, I'm watching the game. Let go." I laughed quietly at her antics. I was going to reply when I heard a soft, but sharp, knock on the door.
My eyes shot open, and my breathe caught in my throat. I turned to my dad, who was looking at me intently. I quickly gave each of them a kiss and spit out and "I love you, be good," before I swept out the door.
Edward jumped in surprise as I pushed him away from the door. "Shouldn't I go say 'Hello' to your father?" I shook my head vigorously.
"Umm...Charlie..." I tried to think of a way to tell him. I decided to just be out with it. "I haven't told Charlie that you've come back yet." I nearly laughed at the baffled look that which was Edward's face. He squinted his eyes, and his brow furrowed as he tried to determine the meaning behind the words.
"What do you mean you haven't-" he started, but I quickly cut him off.
"I mean I haven't told him yet." Edward looked even more confused. His two, beautifully sculpted eyebrows know looked like one long, thin eyebrow. Edward walked me to the passanger side of the car. I noticed as he opened the door for me that he had brought the Aston Martin Vanquish. Oh boy, I thought to myself as Edward shut the door carefully. This night must be really special. The only other time I've ever ridden in this car was for Prom in my Junior year.
I buckled my seatbelt, and Edward rushed into the driver's seat. He clicked in his buckle and we headed down the rode.
We drove in silence for a few miles. Edward didn't start talking until I noticed a sign that indicated we were leaving Forks.
"Why didn't you inform Charlie that I was in town?" His voice was soft and sounded like silk. I thought I detected I slight sound of hurt in his voice, but shook it off quickly.
"Well..." I thought a minute. Why didn't I tell Charlie? "I guess because, after you left me, I was so hurt. I was always crying, and my grades started falling behind. I got into some trouble. Charlie was upset about that, and he sort of blamed you for it. I wasn't sure how he would take the news." I glanced down to my hands which were clasped together tightly. My right hand was starting to tingle, so I started to loosen my grip.
In one swift motion, Edward had my hand in his.
"Bella- I'm so sorry. You know I had no choice, and I wish you could have come with me. But, you were only seventeen, and I-" He paused and gripped the steering wheel with his free hand. Impulse struck, and I started to make soothing circles on his hand with my fingers. I heard him sigh as he squeezed my hand gently.
The rest of the drive was in silence. My hand grasped his securley and I continued to draw absentmindly on his creamy white hand.
I stared out the window blankly, and only when we stopped did I realize we had reached our destination. I gasped as tears started to fill to the rims of my eyes. I looked into the night and stared at the beautifully lit italian restaurant - La Bella Italia. This was the first place he ever took me out. Of course, I don't think it was an official date. That was the night he had rescued me from those creeps in the alley.
I was pulled back from my daze when I saw Edward's hand drifting in front of my face. I placed my hand in his and he lifted me out of the car. He drapped his arm around my waist and led me into the restaurant.
When we arrived, the hostess walked over to us immediatly. There was no doubt in my mind that if Edward wasn't here, I would be waiting.
"Table for two please," Edward said softly. The woman smiled kindly and I thought I saw a faint blush work its way across her face. I smiled inconspicuously.That poor woman. I knew exactly how she felt.
"Would you like a booth?" the hostess asked Edward. He nodded as he point to a secluded table in the corner.
"Would that one be all right?" the hostess nodded as she led us to our table.
"Here are your menus," she said to us. It was directed to Edward though. "Your waitress will be right with you."
I sat, once again wringing my hands in my lap. I don't know what was wrong with me. I had this horrible feeling in my gut. I sighed trying to get rid of my feeling of nausea swept over me.
"Bella, is that you?" I heard a familiar voice say behind me. Edward's face turned into a look of pure loathe and distrust. I turned around to be met with the one person I least wanted to see.
"Oh God."