Bella pov.
Have you ever been scared shitless by something, anything, when waking up? Something right up, close in personal, that definitely hadn't been there before.
"Bloody hell!" I'd always thought the cliché was cool but it'd never usually come naturally, exception being today. I know what a wannabe.
"Way to make someone feel welcome" Edward commented rolling his eyes.
He sat on my lazy-boy chair and played with the stuff on my cluttered side table. I saw him eying me curiously as I pathetically attempted to get out of bed; he offered me a hand which I tried my best to ignore. Slipping out from under the sheets I hastily made my way towards the closet. I lazily tugged at the long shirt I was wearing, noticing I hadn't bothered putting PJ pants on last night.
I searched endlessly in my closet for something casual at the least; Alice and I had gone shopping a couple days ago and since then I couldn't find anything anymore. I opened another bag, party dresses, and let out a sigh in frustration.
"I could help." Edward opened the door a crack sticking his nose in.
"Shut up!" I yelled, throwing the nearest shoe at him.
The shoe missed but he closed the door anyways, chucking. I returned to my seemingly pointless search.
10 minutes and 30 shopping bags later all I had left to do was find shoes. High heels, wedges, flats, stilettos… did Alice forget to buy those walking shoes I gave her. No, it was probably on purpose, she probably thought they were the ugliest things she'd ever seen. I decided to look through her old shoes, the ones she almost didn't give to me. She protested endlessly, saying they were way out of style and weren't coming back any time soon. I'd rather be out of date the immobile.
She was right though, I was surprised she could bear having them in her presence. It was even hard for me to look at the brightly colored boxes, let alone the actual shoes, especially since my eyes hadn't adjusted yet. There was one last pair in a normal brown looking box, to my relief, and was covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs even after moving it from one side of the house to the other. I tried lifting it with one finger, not wanting to get the webs stuck on me, but it didn't budge. I doubt there were any live spiders on it anyways, the step sister wouldn't want bugs eating at her clothes. I slid my fingers under slowly, trying to reassure myself, and pulled hard. Harder. Even harder.
"Shit!" But my curse was almost inaudible over the sound of the box smashing against the wall.
No sound came from my room. Maybe Edward didn't have nearly as much patience as I once thought he did. But that didn't do it for me, he was way over protective and even if he was downstairs he'd been able to hear it.
I shifted my attention the stupid box and noticed that, and after all that effort, there was no shoes in it anyways. I stood up and brushed the dust off my hands not noticing in till then that there were two leather bound books inside. I grabbed them both, curiously flipping one in my hands trying to figure out how they opened. They were identical, so I figure if I could open one the other one would be the same.
A sudden roaring of an engine, most likely the Volvo by the tone, made me jump. I quickly searched for the flats I'd seen earlier and ran outside. I nearly forgot the books in my hands. Before reaching the door I grabbed one of Esme's empty purses at the entry table and shoved them inside.
Edward sat inside the Volvo, as I thought, idling and looking rather impatient. Maybe I was right before. I quickly climbed into the passenger seat not knowing what else to do.
I stared at him quizzically. His face showed no sign of emotion.
"What's wrong?" I tried but he didn't answer, instead he pulled out of his spot in the driveway and sped down the street.