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EPOV
I nearly screamed out in pain as I stormed through the door to the house. How could I just walk away from Bella like this? We had been in bigger predicaments than this before, but I had never actually screamed at her before, let alone walked away. It tore my heart out to do it, but I couldn't stop myself. What was wrong with me?
I continued my theatrical performance of rage until I reached my room, where I slammed my door closed like a child.
'I'm such an idiot,' I thought as I laid down on my bed. What had suddenly caused me to act this way? I thought I understood her feelings well enough to expect this from her, but apparently, I didn't. I couldn't believe I had just yelled at her while she was going through something traumatic like this. What kind of a monster was I? How could I be so unfeeling and careless? I decided it wasn't going to do either of us any good just sitting around asking questions, so I began contemplating the possible solutions.
I could rush out to Bella on the doorstep right now and tell her I loved her and that I was an idiot, or I could simply pretend like nothing at all had happened. Maybe it would be best if I stayed up here for awhile, I thought, and give her some time to recover. I groaned. This was going to take awhile.
I finally decided upon going outside to comfort Bella and explain how sorry I was. I wasn't sure if she would accept my apology, but it was all I could do for now. I had acted like a bratty seven-year-old child, and now it was too late to undo it.
As I ran down the stairs again, I heard Alice say, "What is it with you and running? We're in a house you know." I rolled my eyes and kept going.
When I arrived outside within a second or two, Bella was weeping on the front porch step. It was pouring with rain, and her mahogany hair was drenched.
I hesitated before I took a tentative step forward.
"Bella?" I asked quietly. She turned her head to face me, and the horrible feeling of self-hatred returned.
BPOV
"Bella?" When Edward called my name, I wasn't sure whether I should look at him or not. I was embarrassed to show him how much I had been hurt by this, but I knew I had to at least look at him.
I turned my head, not knowing what expression to expect to be across his features. I saw at once they were filled with sorrow and rage, but this time, not towards me, but to himself.
I gave him a wary look, and he smiled wearily.
"Bella, I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am. You were already going through an extremely rough patch, and I just made it a hell of a lot worse. I'm a monster." Edward starting choking on the last sentence, obviously not trying to cry. He came and sat down by me on the porch step.
"Edward, you're not a monster, you're the opposite. An angel," I said soothingly while I took his hand.
"Would an angel make his one and only true love cry when she has just been through one of the worst experiences of her life?" he demanded.
"I admit, I will miss Charlie dreadfully, but I can survive it. Only if I have you, though." Edward sat there with a tormented expression on his face, and I didn't know what else to say. So I began humming a song that Edward and I used to listen together: Maybe by Secondhand Serenade.
As I sang, Edward began humming along with me. I felt like stopping immediately, for Edward's angel voice was far too enchanting for mine. I sounded like a dying goose next to a sweet dove. But, I didn't want to ruin the moment, so I kept humming.
Once we reached the end of the song, his spirits seemed to have been lifted considerably. A wide smile stretched across his face, and he caressed my cheek in his hand.
"You are so lovely, and I can't believe I've tortured you like this." He was serious once again. "But, since you insist on making me happy, I suppose I must oblige." He sighed dramatically, and chuckled softly.
I smiled.
"You haven't tortured me, just made me realize my mistake. I shouldn't have said what I did. Thank you."
"Ah, you'll be thanking me even more after you hear this," he said in a furtive tone.
"Hear what? What happened?" I asked, not wanting any more drama.
"I've booked two flights for us to go to Denver, Colorado. We're going to take a little break from all t his madness. Just you and me. We're staying at your grandmother's old cottage. Is that okay with you?" He added the last sentence when he saw my expression turn into a frown.
"My grandma's old cottage? The little white one?"
"Yes, that's the one."
"Can't we just run there? It would be a lot faster."
"We would have to go through some pretty busy areas where I might get caught." I realized that this theory made sense.
"Okay. Denver, it is then! Phew, I could really use a break." I laughed.
Wow I think that's the longest chapter I've written. Anyway, I need ideas! Please, tell me what I should write about once Edward and Bella arrive at the cottage! When should Victoria appear? How would she know they were there? Help me! Thanks a bunch!
