TWENTY-NINE
Friday evening
For some reason, Bella feels the overwhelming urge to message Edward and ask him how he is doing. Something, an itch in the back of her mind, thrusts his face into the forefront of her thoughts and she can't ignore his stupid face. She aches to run her hand over his cheeks, tracing the outline of his jaw. She wants to graze the tenderness of his lips.
For once, she feels like he is the one in need.
Leaping up from her sofa, she pulls on her coat and bag from where they hang on the coat rack. She only has one trainer laced up when her boyfriend barges through the door.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Jacob is breathing heavily; his knuckles look swollen, bleeding slightly.
"I'm going out."
"The fuck you're not."
"Huh?"
"You and I need to have a little talk about Cullen."
"Edward? What's he done? I haven't spoken to him in months."
"Coincidently, after he kisses you at your party. While I was next door?!"
Bella's blood runs cold.
"Jake, you have to trust me, I didn't know what he was going to do. I pushed him off almost immediately."
"That's not what I heard?"
"Who told you?"
Maybe someone had accidently stumbled into the room.
"Jane."
Bitch.
"No, she didn't."
"Yeah, Bells, she did. She told me everything, about how you weren't going to tell me."
Bella doesn't say anything. Her mouth hangs open.
"Say something, Bella."
"I can't. I'm sorry, I need to go."
She goes to push past him, but he grabs her wrist. Images of Phil flash before her eyes. She flinches away.
"Don't ever touch me like that again. You don't touch another human being like that."
"Alright, Bella, I'm sorry…"
"No, sorry doesn't fix that."
Bella flings the front door open, gasping as the London air hits her flushed cheeks. She feels suffocated, lost. She needs comfort. She needs home.
She doesn't even think as she types a message out on her phone.
hey, edward. i know it's been a while but r u awake? x
One last chapter for today!
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