A/N
I just want to thank my amazing beta Ryn for deciding to join me on this crazy ass journey.
In fact, thank you all for getting on this ride with me!
xoxo,
B~
Chapter 3
I know you're here!
After showering and putting on my favorite T-shirt, which used to be Edward's (an accidental oversight on his part due solely to the fact that I had it in my gym locker), I crawled into bed and sank into my pillows eager to relive my kiss with Brad.
My hand made it's way between my legs and I closed my eyes again. Picking up where I had left off earlier, replacing Brad with something better, something magical. I had become an expert at getting myself off since he had left, and it only took a few minutes before I came in my hand, then fell into a blissful sleep.
I awoke with a start several hours later. Something was different. My eyes adjusted to the dark as I studied my room, searching for something, but what? There was nothing out of place, except that I felt him near. I searched my mind thinking I may still be asleep, but I found no confusion or hazy thoughts. I sat up in my bed.
"I know you're here," I whispered and then waited, but there was no response. "Get in here now!" I was shocked at the angry tremble in my voice. My window slid open and he was in my room, standing at the foot of my bed waiting.
In that moment I could not find the anger that was surging in me just a moment ago, all I could focus on was how flawed my memory was as he was clearly more beautiful and glorious than he had ever been when he starred in my dreams. But then I heard him take a deep breath and I realized what he would smell. I could still feel the wetness between my legs, I closed my eyes, embarrassed and enraged. After several long moments he finally broke the silence.
"Bella, please open your eyes," he pleaded. I opened my eyes and when my gaze met his I closed them again and began breathing deeply, trying to calm myself.
"Bella please," his voice was soft and flowed over my body sinking into every crevice, and then I felt it coming. The snap that I had been fighting off for so many months since he left, the snap that threatened to drown me and mercifully end the months of suffering was coming nearer. My sanity was nearing its breaking point.
My eyes flew open narrowing as I glared at him channeling all of my love and hurt into anger and hate, "Don't you say my name," I hissed at him. "I don't ever want to hear my name crossing your filthy lying lips!" I didn't even recognize my voice, it was barely a whisper, but it was distorted with rage. "Get out!!!!!!!" I saw the pain mangle his face for a moment before he moved towards the window and then he paused.
"This is going to sound trite, but I missed you terribly and I love you, I am back for good, for you. . . . I can't be without you any longer."
Then he was gone, and although he had been there for only a few minutes, I now felt hollow and empty.
I sat for a moment, still trying with all my might to hold off the landslide of emotion that was threatening to crush me. Then I did something for the first time since they left, I closed my eyes and made a silent decision. If you are not here in 10 minutes I am coming to look for you and I won't even bother to put on a jacket.
Then I prepared myself for my second visitor of the night.