On a scale from one to ten, how shocked are you that I have updated? Pretty quick, right? I am starting back at Uni soon, so I thought it would be a good idea to get as many chapters out as I can before I go back! So… Ta da!
Thank you all so so soooo much for the kind reviews, I loved your reaction to the last chapter. I have a feeling that this one is going to have a very different response. I am calling this the fall-out chapter. The next few chapters are going to offer a few obstacles for Bella and Edward, but every couple need obstacles, right?
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Love you all xo
9.
BPOV
"You are doing that on purpose now!" I laugh, skilfully dodging the chopsticks.
Edward looks at me in mock offence, "of course I'm not! I am just a guy trying to feed his girlfriend some delicious Chinese food. Now, open wide."
"That's what he said," I mutter.
He gives me a cheeky grin, "Humour me Bella."
I roll my eyes and open my mouth. And just like the last three times Edward has attempted to feed me, he hits me squarely in the jaw, effectively missing my mouth and leaving food on my skin.
"Edward!"
He leans forward kissing the spot that is currently marked with Chinese food, and gives it a small lick.
I squeal, pushing him away. "If you are trying to be sexy, you are failing."
He looks at me affronted, "I was trying to be romantic, you know… like 'Lady and the Tramp."
I giggle, "They are dogs and they didn't cause as much mess as you have."
"You like my mess."
"You sound like such a child right now."
He gives me a mischievous look, and puts the food down. Instantly recognising the look, I slide my body up the sofa in the useless effort to escape. He starts crawling after me; like a lion stalking a lamb.
"Edward…" I warn, my back meeting the edge of the sofa "no!"
His hands immediately go to my knees and his fingers tickle incessantly, making me squirm with laughter. Tears roll down my face as I try to slap his hands away, "p-please! Uncle!"
"Say I am not a kid," he says through his laughs.
"B-but you are t-t-tickling meeee!"
"Say it baby, or I will have to resort to other measures…"
To say I am beyond interested about these 'other measures' is an understatement, but I am going to pee myself if I keep up my silence.
"O-okay – you a-aren't a kid!"
"Sorry, what was that?"
"Y-you are n-not a KID!"
Edward pauses his advances, making me breathe a sigh or relief. I must be the colour of a raspberry, and my chest is heaving.
"You know, I think I overestimated your stubbornness."
"What makes you say that?" I wonder breathlessly.
"Well, I definitely thought it would take longer for you to crack."
I huff, looking at him with disdain – "well sorry, but I didn't think either of us would be in the romantic mood if I ended up pissing all over you."
"Okay, point taken."
He grabs our food off the coffee table, and we settle back into our positions to eat.
"I do like Lady and the Tramp though" I offer.
He chuckles, "glad to hear it."
The conversation remains light as we tuck into our food. We chat about relatively normal stuff; he tells me about Emmett's antics at work that as usual – has me in hysterics.
"Has he got a girlfriend?" I wonder. Although I have seen Emmett a number of times since our first meeting, I had never heard him talking about, let alone seen him with another girl.
"Why? You interested?"
I slap his arm light heartedly, "I am just curious!"
He shakes his head, "nah, Emmett has never really had a girlfriend. More like… 'special friends.'"
I snort at the term, "why not? I mean he's funny, cute and successful… I know lots of girls that would love to date a guy like him."
"Miss Swan, are you trying to match-make my best friend?"
"Is that a bad thing?" I shrug "wouldn't it be nice to go on double dates with him?"
Edward watches me, pensively "I don't know. Em doesn't really stay interested in one girl for too long. The date would probably end up with him talking to you all night, and me trying to entertain the girl."
"Okay, maybe no double date in the future then." I don't like the thought of Edward entertaining some faceless girl. Not. At. All.
He laughs at the jealous glint in my eye, rubbing my foot that is perched beside his leg, "don't worry baby – you are the only girl I see."
"How come you aren't jealous?" I whine playfully "at the thought of Emmett chatting me up all night."
Edward snickers, "trust me, any other guy and I would be cracking my knuckles. But I know Emmett, and he has got an unhealthy obsession with blondes – that rivals my addiction to brunettes."
I raise a flippant eyebrow at his use of the plural.
"Brunette," He corrects with a smirk "anyway, if it's a double date you want – we can always go out with Alice and Jasper."
Now that is an idea. Edward absolutely loves Alice; he thinks her sense of humour is hilarious, and they have a banter that would make people think that they are brother and sister.
Edward had also met Jasper several weeks ago, and despite the four-year age gap, they get on like a house on fire. This is largely due to their mutual appreciation for baseball and Guitar Hero. They have even made plans to watch the New York Mets.
"Yeah, I'll ask Al when she gets better."
"Alice is ill?" Edward asks, concerned.
"Yes, I spent part of last night on the bathroom floor with her while she was throwing up."
"She was sick?"
"Yep. For a week or so apparently, to be honest I am ashamed that I didn't notice before. She has been so quiet lately, and I just chalked it up to exhaustion."
"Hey," Edward interjects, stroking my foot again in a comforting gesture "it's not your fault. Everyone has just been so busy – how could've you known?"
"I guess" I say grudgingly "she won't even go to the doctor."
A knowing glint flashes in his eyes, but as quick as it appears – it vanishes.
"Well, she'll end up going sooner rather than later. Just give her a little push, that's probably all she needs."
"Yeah, that's sounds like a good idea."
We stay quiet; and I think about Alice. I hope she is a little less stressed after getting whatever needed to be done today. We never keep anything from each other, so maybe when everything is done, she can open up to me.
"Is it what you expected?" Edward asks suddenly.
I look at him mid bite "What?"
"The apartment," he says conversationally, "is it what you expected?"
I chew thoughtfully, "Yes and no."
"Oh?"
I swallow, "well, after all the incredible dates and your transportation, I was kind of expecting you to have an equally amazing apartment, but…"
"But?" he prods, clearly intrigued.
"It's not very… you, I guess. I mean – it's just very modern and cold. Your room is you in every sense of the word, with the music and film display and the warm colours, and the pictures. But the rest of this place, it doesn't feel personal. It just feels like someone else has decorated and you just moved in. Y'know?"
He silently appraises me, and for a second I feel like I have said too much. Have I offended him?
"I don't get it."
I stare at him, dumbstruck – shit, I shouldn't have said it was cold. He's going to tell me that he spent ages picking out colour schemes and furniture, and I have totally ripped it apart.
"I am so-"
"How can someone who I have only known a month, know me better than people who I have known all my life?"
I blush, looking at my lap.
I feel his body before I see him. He moves so he is even closer that he was before – my thigh fully touching the length of his. With his index finger, he gently tips my head back so that we are nose to nose.
With his fingertips he caresses my face gently, reverently, and dare I say – lovingly?
The movement is full of adoration as he traces the contours of my face, the slope of my nose, my dimples. In that moment, I decide that I must tell him of my epiphany the night before.
"Edward, I have realised something."
He backs up slightly, but his fingers don't leave my face. He strokes my cheekbones reassuringly as he waits for me to continue.
"I know that I have been pushing about your past, a lot. And I still want to know more about you, but I am not going to be forcing you to give me information anymore. The truth is – I don't care about what you are hiding. You are a wonderful, kind, generous man, and it is that man who I lo-care about. Not the man of the past. Just know, that whenever you are ready to tell me, I am here to listen. But until then I will wait… because you, you are worth waiting for."
His eyes go all glassy, and he looks at me like I am the most cherished thing in the world – or his world, at least.
"What have I done to deserve you?" He whispers, brokenly.
It breaks my heart to think that he doesn't believe he doesn't deserve me. Why can't he see himself, the way I see him?
I decide that the only way he can believe me – is for me to show him. So I slowly, gently push myself to my knees; and kiss him.
He weaves his right hand into my hair, massaging the back of my head whilst his left hand continues to cradle my face.
The only sound in the room is the sound of our kisses. Both of my hands lie on his neck; I kiss every part of his face – butterfly kisses on his cheekbones, jaw line, forehead and nose. They are a so soft and delicate that they seem to almost tickle him, making him laugh lightly.
My lips turn up into a smile, as I make the journey down to the column of his throat – this time leaving open mouthed kisses – a trail of fire left in my wake. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as I nibble on it, careful not to leave a mark.
He places his hands on my waist, picking me up effortlessly – with my mouth still attached to his neck – and putting me on his lap, so that I am comfortably straddling him. I can feel his raging erection straining from his jeans, against my increasingly wet centre. He grinds upward, giving me delicious friction but is restrained due to the confinement of our jeans. Suddenly all I want is to be with him- in a bed skin to skin, nothing separating this ecstasy and us.
His fingers snake under my shirt, swirling up my spine. I flick my hair over my shoulder, as he lifts my head so that he can kiss me again. There is a no sense of control and our lips become demanding. This is what love is. Love is a lack of control and wild abandon. We crush our lips together and grind on each other, moving our heads at angles that make the kisses impossibly deeper but not deep enough.
Breathing heavily, I cross my arms over my body and yank my shirt over my head, leaving me in my violent lace bra. I waste no time at pulling off his shirt, revealing his gorgeous body to me.
My hands hungrily flow over his upper body, at his pecs and abs. Much like his kisses, I don't think there will ever come a time when I get sick of the sight of his body.
"Wait," he gasps as I scrape my nails down his chest.
I pull back slightly, the faint sting of hurt filling me. Does he not want this? He is a man after all, and we have been putting off sex for a while – waiting for the right time. Surely he doesn't want to continue waiting?
With effort, he looks me in the eye, forcing them away from the sight of my breasts heaving against the thin lace of my bra.
"Are you ready for this?" He asks, his breathes coming out short.
I look him softly, I can feel how hard he is and the way his hands are gripping at my body clearly indicates to me that it is taking everything within him to stop. He is willing to stop if I am not ready – I fall a little bit more in love with him.
I know I am not ready to tell him that I love him, but I want to show him. I am ready.
I rake my hand through his hair, not taking my eyes from his- "Yes."
"Even if I haven't told y-"
I place a finger on his lips, dragging his bottom lip down "Yes Edward. I want to connect with you – fully. Wholly. And your past has no infliction on that. Please; just open yourself up to me."
He copies my movements, entwining his fingers into my long hair "I'm never going to let you go."
"I'm counting on that."
He desperately kisses me, and stands up, holding me up with his hands on my ass.
I wrap my whole body around him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs tight on his waist.
He walks us to his bedroom, holding me firmly and protectively. He kisses me delicately, sucking my bottom lip between his. The feeling of his skin against mine is indescribable.
When we finally get to his room, he closes the door behind us and places me in the middle of his large bed.
He stands up staring at me for a moment, just lying on the bed and breathing hard from the passionate embrace.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
I giggle, blushing under his appraisal.
He watches with interest as my blush travels all the way to my breasts.
"Will you come down here already?" I demand, stretching out to him like a child wanting their favourite toy.
He grins at me "Patience baby, I plan to spend all night worshipping your body – just as you deserved to be."
I stutter as he bends forward, flicking the button of my jeans and pulling them down my legs so that all I am donning is my matching underwear.
"Jesus," he whispers in awe.
He raises my left leg, and similar to that night at the club, he peppers kisses at my ankle – moving slowly down in sweet, sweet torture.
Edward presses hot kisses against my legs, down my calves then my thighs; flicking his tongue out every once and a while; causing my body to arch with need.
Then just as he reaches the place I crave him most, he grabs my right leg, giving it the same attention.
By the end of it I wither on the bed contemplating if I should start to beg.
He then lays his upper body on the bed, stretching my legs out to accommodate him – his face directly over my centre. With his index finger he traces the outline of my panties teasingly.
"Christ, baby – you are soaked through."
"P-please," I beg; my hands fist the comforter.
He bends down nudging his nose against where my clit is, blowing warm air against where I need him most.
"Please Edward!"
He finally obliges, getting up and pulling my underwear off. As the cold air hits me, I gasp. Then he's back in his space. He lays hot, open-mouthed kisses on my outer lips and like he did with my legs, flicks his tongue out.
Fire... just pure fire.
"Edwarrrrd."
With his fingers he holds my lips open, and drags the flat of his tongue over my hot flesh.
I scream at the sensation, he starts licking with a sense of urgency; and his fingers join in, finding my g-spot easily and rubbing at my nub deliciously. There are tears forming at the corner of my eyes at the amazing feeling. His fingers play me like he did with the piano. They dance and flow with a sense of familiarity and soon I am tipped over the edge in an outstanding orgasm.
"Edward!" I scream. He continues to suck and lick as I am overcome with wave after wave of ecstasy.
As I come down from my high, I use all my strength to pull him upwards. He willingly comes, kissing me full on the mouth and I can taste myself on him. Logically, I knew I should find this disgusting, but with the combined flavour of him and me on his tongue, my heart flutters.
"Take your jeans off."
He tugs of his jeans, leaving him in his grey Calvins. Yum.
He lies his body over mine, keeping aloft by his forearms. We just make out for a few minutes while I collect myself.
Feeling incredibly turned on, I twist so that I am on top of him.
He smiles up at me, his hands dancing up and down my back.
I kiss down his neck, biting down at the sensitive point when his neck meets his shoulder. He gasps at the feeling, but I don't pause.
I use the tip of my tongue to trace his pecs, while my nails move down his arms in sure strokes – just the way he likes it.
I take his nipple between my teeth, pulling at it then licking away the sting and doing the same to the opposite one. I continue my suck-teeth-lick pattern down to his upper body until I meet the waistband of his boxer shorts.
He heaves a sigh, and I palm his cock over the thin cotton.
"Please, baby."
"Not nice to be teased, is it?" I joke.
He growls, his dick grinding upwards.
"Nuh-uh, patience baby" I repeat, loving the frustrated look on his face.
When I finally do remove his boxers, he looks like he is about to cry from relief.
I take him quickly into my hands, stroking rhythmically. I lick my left hand, and move again.
"That's so hot." He breathes, his eyes heavy-lidded.
I wink, and lean down licking his head.
He jerks, his body shaking with need. I take him fully into my mouth, and my hands massage his balls slowly and sensually.
"B-Bella…" Edward groans, his hands dive into my hair moving me up and down his dick.
I scrape my teeth lightly up him, in the way that he so appreciated before. He grunts.
"BELLA!" He shouts, and then he comes. I swallow and swallow, keeping my eyes on him as he watches me.
As he finishes, he draws me up his body, and flicks my bra with one hand, throwing across the room. I laugh as his eager eyes look at my boobs. He is such a guy sometimes.
My giggles instantly turn into moans as he takes my nipple into his mouth, while his fingers flick and tug on the other. He sucks sharply, then laps at it to take away the sting.
I cradle his head to my chest as he pays special attention to my tits, biting, kissing, licking… magical.
Copying his pattern on my left breast, my pussy weeps for him.
"Edward, I need you."
He moves away from my breasts and looks at me, smouldering.
"Where, sweetheart?"
"I-inside me."
He inhales sharply, and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear – searching my eyes for any doubt.
"Are you sure?" He whispers.
"Yes. Please. I need you – I want you… so bad."
He nods, and leans over to the bedside table. He pulls out a condom.
"Let me," I say.
I take it from his hands, ripping the packaging away with my teeth. He never moves his eyes of me, he just lovingly caresses with my body.
We both roll the condom onto his dick, and I feel an overwhelming need for him.
I lie down, and he lies on top of me, his cock nudging at my entrance.
He strokes my hair, his right hand entwining with mine, "ready?"
"Yes."
He moves inside me – and…
It's beyond words.
I can't even begin to describe what it feels like.
"Oh my god, Bella" Edward pants, moving inside of me.
I beam up at him, our hands gripping each other.
"You are so tight and wet," he says heavily, moving a little faster "you are beyond perfection."
"Edward, baby - faster, harder."
He pounds into me, and I honestly see stars dotting my vision. It's an outer-body experience. He has ruined me for all over men. No way can this ever be matched.
"EDWARD!" I scream.
"BELLA – YES ANGEL!"
As I let go, he's not too far behind me. It is heaven, paradise – all that cheesy stuff rolled into one.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You are incredible," Edward says.
I just lay there – content in his arms. Life couldn't get more perfect.
…
"If you could apparate to any place in the world right now, where would you go?"
We had just engaged into another round of sex, and I think it is safe to say that the feeling of him inside me will never get old. Now, we are just laying on his bed, beneath the covers, me lying across Edward's chest as he plays with my hair, our skin sticking together from the perspiration. The scent of our lovemaking is thick in the air, but I don't want to move.
"Apparate? As in Harry Potter apparate?"
That's one of the things I love about Edward – he always knows what I am going on about, even if it is really random.
"Yeah."
"Hmm…" he goes silent for a moment, and I lazily draw hearts along his skin.
"Do you know what – I am perfectly happy being right here, with you."
I inwardly swoon.
"What about you?"
"Barbados," I say without hesitation.
He is still for a second, probably stunned by the quickness of my response; then flips over so he is hovering above me.
"Oh yeah?" he challenges, pushing his already hard cock into me.
I refrain from moaning, "yeah. I've never been before. Actually, I've never actually been outside of the States."
He pulls away with an expression of complete disbelief. I feel like hitting myself for a moment. Why did I have to give him a legitimate reason? Why didn't I just continue teasing him? If I had, we would probably be doing something a lot more interesting than simply talking…
"You've never been outside the States?"
I sigh, "no. I've always wanted to go though… Stratford Upon Avon in England, Venice and Verona…"
"Are any of the places not literary based?" He jokes.
"Well, Italy is a big one for me. We wouldn't necessarily have to go to Venice or Verona, anywhere would do – maybe Rome? Ooh! How about Lake Garda?"
I am so caught up in the prospects that these places have to offer, that I don't realise that Edward is gaping at me with a mix of joy and surprise.
"What?"
He brings me into the circle of his arms and I place my hands over his heart.
"We?"
I rethink what had just come out of my mouth – oh my god. I just told him where we would be going. I flush.
"Well yes… I mean, why wouldn't I want to share all those adventures with you?"
His face lights up, and he rubs his nose against mine in a sweet Eskimo kiss, "I will take you one day."
I smile, closing my eyes at the thought of having a future with Edward standing beside me.
Which reminds me…
My eyes shoot open, and I excitedly get up on my knees. Edward remains lying down, watching me with amused eyes as I bounce up and down like a child on Christmas morning.
"Oh my god! I forgot to tell you!"
"Angel, before you tell me anything – would you mind, um, covering up? I can't seem to concentrate when you look like that."
I look down. The sheets had fallen to my waist, and my whole upper body was on show. I grab the comforter, and pull it up so that it covers my tits from his sight.
"Okay, well, remember when you said that I looked like 'I was in my own world' when I came out of my lecture this morning?"
"Yes. You had this dopey smile on your face." He grins affectionately, flicking my nose.
I giggle, "Yeah well, that's because one of the professors at the university has asked me to give the annual speech at the humanities ball!"
Edward's smile widens and he sits up hurriedly, crushing his lips to mine.
"My girl is making a speech?" He cheers.
I laugh happily "yep!"
He tackles me, holding my body tight to his – "I am so proud of you love, congratulations."
I take his hand into mine "and do you know what would make this even more special? For you to come and support me."
His eyes glitter as he raises my hand to his lips, kissing each finger, and the palm of my hand.
"It would be a pleasure."
I kiss him in thanks, a small but loving kiss to convey my appreciation.
"When is it?"
"October the 21st," I reply absentmindedly.
He freezes, "Next Saturday?"
I look at him – his hand suddenly feels limp in mine, and his posture is extremely tense. My eyebrows furrow in concern.
"What's up?"
"Um, I… Oh baby, I don't think I can make it."
The light-hearted, euphoric atmosphere is sucked out the room, leaving a bitter and cold silence. He looks pained, but all I feel is bewilderment. What just happened? A moment ago we were talking about going to Italy together. A few minutes before that, we were making love. What's going on?
"Oh – do you have work?" I try to keep my voice casual, but it's a struggle. Surely if he has work, he can swap shifts with Emmett or Mike or any of his other co-workers?
"Uh, no. It's a family thing actually."
My perplexity merges into anger, a family thing? What family thing?
"What family thing Edward?"
He reaches his hand over, trying to touch me but I snatch it back – I won't be able to concentrate if he touches me.
"I-"
Then a shrill ring cuts through the air. I watch as he reaches over to check his phone. I peek over his shoulder, and see a name that makes my blood boil – Rosalie.
He heaves a tired sigh and declines the call, turning back to me.
"What family thing?" I repeat through gritted teeth.
Edward swallows thickly, running a hand through his hair. His sex hair. I was running my own hands through that hair – not even an hour ago.
"It's been planned for a while now. I don't want to go, I want to listen to your speech – believe me. But I can't get out of it."
I'm feeling pent up now, "You never mentioned you had a family thing before? Why does it take me asking you to go somewhere for you to finally mention it?"
"Bella, I have been trying to get out of it. I swear. But it's complicated-"
I release a hard laugh "It's always complicated."
His phone goes off again – Rosalie. He growls, declining it again and tossing it to the bottom of the bed.
"What is it then? What does this family thing consist of?"
He is all uneasy, avoiding my eyes that are currently sending daggers "it's a big event in celebration of a charity my parents support."
To say I am confused in an understatement, "support? As in present tense?"
He goes white as a sheet, and I feel bile rise up in my throat. Is this some sick joke? What the fuck is going on?
"Baby…"
I shake my head wildly, jumping out of the bed "is it all a lie? Is your mother even fucking dead!? Was it all a ploy to make me feel sorry for you?"
Now he's angry. Fuck that. He's furious. He gets out of the opposite side of the bed. Both of us are stark naked, but that's the furthest thing from our minds.
"Hang on a minute, you slept with me because you felt sorry for me?" he fumes.
I stare at him stunned - this isn't my Edward: this Edward with dark eyes and a vacant face.
"Of course not!" I yell, "I slept with you because I am falling for you, and I want to connect with you! And how the hell have you turned this all on me? You are the one who fucking lied! The one who won't tell me anything of his past!"
"You said earlier that the past didn't fucking matter to you! Or was that bullshit?"
"Don't you fucking DARE Edward! I don't give a shit about your past, but this is obviously the present. You can't come to my speech because your parents – oh, who aren't dead by the way – are having this huge thing, which you didn't even bother to bring up before! How the fuck is this my fault?"
He rubs his face, looking upset. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his shoulders are hunching – like he has the world on his shoulders.
"They are my adoptive parents, Bella."
I am confounded, "Your… what?"
He looks down ashamed. He's adopted? Why hasn't he told me? Was this what he was so scared to tell me?
"I am adopted." He repeats.
"Is that it?" I ask, feeling some of the energy drain from my body, "because Edward, people get adopted everyday… it's not something to be embarrassed of."
"It's not… there is more to it than that" Edward disagrees, his eyes bloodshot.
"Then explain it to me! Edward, please" I beg, my eyes filling up with tears "tell me what is going on, because I don't have a fucking clue."
"Baby…" he looks at me with an agonising expression.
The phone rings again, and he goes to pick it up.
"You are actually going to answer it?" I ask, shock radiating through me. Tears course down my face.
"I – I have to. I am sorry Bella. I'll explain everything."
"Don't fucking bother." I spit.
I turn around, crossing my arms across my chest, as if the action is going to stop me from falling apart.
I hear him slowly walk out of the room to answer the phone. I feel like laughing. He won't even answer the fucking phone in front of me. Everything. He hides everything!
I look at the bed; the rumpled sheets that we had been lying on sharing dreams, flirting, loving.
Was that all nothing to him?
I can't do this right now. I can't listen to him try and worm him out of it.
I grab my bra from the floor and run to the living room quietly. I can hear him in the guest room shouting at Rosalie. Who is she to him? An ex-girlfriend? An ex-wife?
God, I am so fucking stupid! I let my feelings cloud my judgement, I allowed him to hide all of this. I feel like a fly caught up in a spider's web unable to escape.
I pull on my jeans and shirt on roughly, heaving my overnight bag over my shoulder. I just carry my converses, prepared to put them on in the elevator. I don't want to spend another fucking second here.
Seeing his keys on the side table by the door, I grab them and toss them into the walking cupboard opposite. Hopefully that would delay him from coming after me.
I rush out of the door and jump in the elevator.
It isn't until I am in the cab that I break down. Every emotion crashes into me like water in a dam. I feel so overwhelmed. The consuming joy from earlier is overshadowed by the encompassing emotion of betrayal. Because at the crux of it all, that is what he has done – he has betrayed me.
He took advantage of my trusting nature, and wove lie after lie after lie. He allowed me to fall in love with him. But do I really know him? The Edward I know would never hurt me like this. He would've told me he was adopted during our first date. He would have mentioned a huge, family event as soon as his parents had asked him.
Walking to my apartment, I feel numb. My tears are dry on my cheeks, and my eyes feel crusty. My phone vibrates against my hip but I don't dare answer it. Fuck him and fuck his lies.
Stepping into the apartment, I find it almost as dark and lonely as I feel.
There is a crack of light visible in the bathroom, and loud sobs echo.
For the first time since Edward rejecting me, I forget about my own problems and walk to the door.
"Hello?"
I slowly open the bathroom door and I am shocked to see Alice sitting on the toilet, looking like she had been dragged through hell and back.
Her black hair is messy as though she has attempted to rip chunks of it out, and there are sparkly trails of mascara running from her eyes as her body shakes from her sobs.
"Alice?" I murmur, walking over to her slowly.
I kneel in front of her, "What has happened? Are you hurt? Where is Jasper?"
She looks down at me, her bottom lip quivering. Then she opens her hands to me, revealing a white stick.
"I'm pregnant."