Chapter 5
BPOV
AUTHORS NOTE: I promised you guys that I would update this chapter early because I was really late getting the last chapter up. In case some of may or may not know this Bitter is a very dark story that involves a lot of domestic violence. I'm writing this because it's somewhat of an outlet for me, because this is something that I grew up around watching my mother deal with some of these things, and being abused a while my own self as a child. See author's note at the bottom on the chapter. Anywho, I am currently in search of a BETA because I recently looked at my previous chapters and I. Was. Appalled.
DISCLAIMER: Twilight and all of its characters belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer. I just get to have my way with them…especially Edward. No copyright infringement intended.
Previously:
He had a small smile playing at the corner of his lips with his hand stretched out, "Hello, my name is Edward Cullen. I'm your new neighbor, nice to meet you."
I stood there in the doorway staring dumbfounded at the green-eyed man, wondering what could have possibly have him standing on my doorstep. He stood there with his hand still held out, waiting for me to shake it. I shook my head, as if to bring myself out of a green induced haze. What the hell is wrong with me today?
I let out a nervous chuckle as if to blow off my staring and held my hand out in return, when I took his hand in my own something happened. I don't know how to explain it; it was a very charged magnetic type of feeling. "Bella Newton, it's nice to meet you too." He shook my hand in return, his smile never faltering. The sunrise was coming in over the clouds; he was easily the most handsome man I've ever seen.
He released my hand, "I'm sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but I was wondering if I could use your phone and also get directions."
"No, you weren't disturbing me at all," I assured him, not replying to the other part of his request just yet. It was one thing to let Mrs. Cope over for coffee and a chat, but to let another man in the house without Mike's permission was something entirely different. I continued to look into his eyes, what was it about his eyes that I was so attracted to? I decided to push caution to the side…but just this once.
"And of course you can use the phone, come in side. It's a bit chilly out there." I said, gesturing for him to follow me as I walked to the kitchen, and taking the phone out of its cradle handing it to him to make his call.
"Thank you, I just need to call an electrician, it seems I have some faulty wiring and my cell is dead." He seemed a bit frustrated as he pinched the bridge of his nose and ran his fingers through his tangled bronze locks.
"Like I said it's not a problem, would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?" I asked, trying to be as cool as possible.
Edward stood there in the middle of my kitchen holding the phone to his ear, "That would be great. I've been on the road non-stop all night, and large cup of Joe is exactly what I need at the moment."
I wondered where he was coming from that brought him all the way to Forks. I tried blow off the last part of his statement once again, and once again I had to open up my big mouth, "So where are you coming from that brings you to Forks, of all the places in the world?" I asked
"I'm a new doctor, and I just took over the open gynecologist position at Port Angeles Memorial. I would have found a place there so I wouldn't have to commute, but the job came with housing, which was a big life saver because it saved me the hassle of trying to find a place on my own, in a town I know nothing about."
"Well they found you a great place to live; this neighborhood is all quiet, all the time."
He chuckled, "I can see…and hear that."
I let out a soft laugh, after what seemed like minutes the electrician finally picked up the phone, and I left Edward to his phone call and went to the coffee machine to put on a fresh pot of coffee. When he finished his call he his call he replaced the phone to its cradle.
"Why don't you have a seat at the table while I get the mugs and the coffee finishes." I suggested.
"Thank you." He took a seat at the head of the table, sitting sideways in his chair. He looked completely out of place in the small kitchen, having to stretch his legs out because they were simply too long to sit any other way.
"You're welcome, how do you like your coffee Mr. Cullen?" a funny look crossed his face, but he quickly covered it with a neutral look.
"Black with two sugars, no cream…and please, call me Edward." He had a tone of finality to it. I've come to know those tones, and I never question or push on it.
"Ok, Edward." I didn't make eye contact with him, so I continued to busy myself with getting the sugar for his coffee and the creamer for my own. I brought his cup to him and set it on the table, along with the sugar and cream, and went back to the counter to retrieve the pot of coffee. "So, Edward…if you're the new gynecologist at Port Angeles Memorial why are you here and not at work?" My curiosity was really beginning to get out of control.
"Well Bella, the shift they were hiring for was a night shift, and if I have to work anytime during the day it's because it's a scheduled appointment." He said, dropping two teaspoons of sugar into his cup.
"Ah, I see." I didn't see a ring on his finger, but that didn't mean anything nowadays so I threw my next question out there. "And your wife, how does she feel about the move?" I tried to ask as innocently as possible.
"I'm not married."
"No kids either?"
He laughed a deep laugh, "No I don't have any love children either, but I hope to have a wife and kids someday. What about you, are you married, do you have kids?" He asked with a slight twinkle in his eyes.
I began to blush, trying to hide it behind my coffee cup. Why the hell was I blushing? "Yes, I'm married with two kids."
"Oh, that's nice…how long have you been married?" Clear curiosity laced in his voice.
A sense of sadness came over me, to think about how long I'd been married to Mike. To think I'd fallen for his false charm, I'd been so stupid to actually think he was the one. And I was even more stupid to marry him, and now my life was ruined. "Two years." I sighed.
He spoke softly, "Not so happily married?" His gazed pierced me, waiting for my answer.
I opened my mouth to answer him, but when I did I heard the cry of my youngest son, phew I thought, saved by the cry. "I'm sorry, that's my 7 month old. I'll be right back." I set my cup down and began to stand so I could get ready to go tend to Ben.
"No its ok, I should be going anyway. I've got a lot of unpacking to do so I can get settled in, and then I have to make a run to P.A.M."
"P.A.M?" I asked.
"Port Angeles Memorial." He laughed.
"Wait here, I'll be right back." I walked out of the kitchen before I gave him a chance to respond. When I knew I was out of his eye line I jetted up the staircase to give Ben his pacifier before he woke up Mikey. This was the most excitement I've had in a little over two years and I wasn't going to let it slip by. I was going to enjoy it as much as I could…even if it was for a few brief moments.
I ran back down stairs and into the kitchen where Edward continued to stand there just like I asked him to.
"Ok, he just wanted his pacifier. Now…you asked to use the phone and you've done that. Where was it you were needing directions to?" I asked a little breathless.
"I completely forgot about needing directions, I needed to know how to get to the nearest grocery store, and supply store. I'm out of everything at the moment."
"Oh ok, well that's not a problem. We don't live very far from either place." I walked to counter where I keep and notepad in case I have to take a message for Mike and wrote down the directions to where Edward needed to go.
I handed him the sheet of paper and walked him to the door, in which he first entered. "Thank you again for the coffee, and thank you for the directions."
"No problem. If you need anything else just come by, I'm always at home." I said.
"Anytime?" He had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, but he hid it well. As if to keep me from knowing what exactly it was that he was thinking.
"Well…any time after 5 a.m. and before 6 p.m." I stated matter-of-factly.
"Why is that?"
"Because that's when my husbands at work," I didn't think about what I said and the way I said it, and I didn't want him to catch on to anything so, "He's not very keen on the idea of company."
"Hmm…," He sounded very thoughtful, he held his hand out to me again, "It was very nice meeting you Bella, until next time."
I shook his hand, "Nice meeting you as well." He turned and walked away down my long drive to go back to his house. I closed the door behind and went back into the kitchen taking the cups from the table to the sink, looking out the window. Watching him with his hands in his pockets, probably to hide them from the cold make his way back into his yard and into the house.
'Until next time…'
'Until next time…'
His words kept repeating in my head and for some reason they excited me. My excitement began to wane when I looked down to where I was washing the cup out and I saw my wedding band…but it didn't wane too much. I could still feel his touch lingering on my hand. For the first time in a long time I felt like I might have something to look forward to, but I wasn't sure just yet. I don't know when 'next time' will be, but I can't wait for it.
AUTHORS NOTE: I. NEED. A. BETA. I dont really know how they whole BETA thing works because I've obviously never done that before. So I'm going to have to do a little bit more research on it. I don't know how long I'm going to make this story...so just a heads up I might be making the upcoming chapters a little more intense...just bear with me, which then you'll know that I'm not going to make the story that long. BUT...if the chapters seem like they are dragging out then you'll know that it may be a bit lenghty.
