Author's note; Happy hump day! Thanks for all your reviews. I'm so happy everyone's loving Edward, hating Jake, and cheering on Bella :)
Chapter 7
It takes a few minutes after Edward had gone for me to even reach the door and a further minute standing nervously outside before I take a deep breath and step inside.
The room is exactly as I remember; Jake's clothes are thrown all over the floor, the trainers I was constantly tripping over are poking out from under the bed. There are notable differences, too; the vanity mirror on my dresser … the make-up bag that is most definitely not mine next to it. My anger rises the more I look around because there are traces of her everywhere I look.
Someone has been making herself at home in my absence. And Jake didn't even have the decency to clear any of that shit up, knowing full well I would be here.
Dickhead.
Stepping over the mess, I walk over to my wardrobe, thinking it's best to start there. The sooner I get started, the sooner I can get out of here. However, as I'm making my way over to the door, something red and lacy catches my eye—a very skimpy pair of underwear lying haphazardly on the floor.
How lovely.
Classy.
Angry, hurt tears work their way out at the realization that while I was at home, crying my eyes out, mourning our two-year relationship, he was fucking around - literally in our bed … in our same sheets by the looks of it.
Gross.
I suspected it, but to have it confirmed so cruelly is hard to take. There's no denying it hurts … It still makes me feel sick every time I think about the two of them together, but I've had time to process, and now I'm angrier and more regretful that I wasted so much time with him.
Our relationship was good at the start: fiery and passionate, but we got too comfortable, too settled, without either of us trying to fix it. I'm not excusing Jake's behavior, and just thinking about him makes me so angry I'm physically shaking.
However, the moment Edward comes over, his arms wrap around me, and none of those things even matter anymore. The hurt … the anger … the regrets. None of it.
All I feel is joy and contentment whenever he's around. I hadn't noticed him enter the room, but I'm so happy he's here.
I've cried for Jake, but now I refuse to waste another tear on him. It feels like a fresh start.
To his credit, Edward doesn't force me ... he doesn't pressure me to talk; he just holds me … letting me collect myself before I turn around and face him. His concerned expression meets mine, and I send him a small smile back as I step closer into his embrace.
I could stay here forever.
Until …
"Well, isn't this cozy," a familiar voice grunts.
Author's note; He's back ... You didn't think I'd let him off so easily, did you?
I'm so excited about Friday's chapter. I hope you are too.
What do we think Bella has to say to him? How should she react? xx
