The days passed in a blur. Edward had never returned after that night, and had left me with no rules, so I assumed I was free to do anything but escape.
I had found new clothes in the wardrobe, and had immediately put them on to go exploring.
Even so, the only things that passed these days were Alice, Jasper, walking outside, and a new friend I had met, named Emmet. I had never seen Carlisle again, and after days of searching, I had decided not to ask after him.
Alice was a nice girl, though sometimes strange. On a day a couple of weeks ago after breakfast, we had been talking, and she had stopped mid sentence, her eyes glazing over and her eyebrows pulling together. Jasper appeared from nowhere, seeming not to notice me. He placed his hands on her shoulders and asked, "Alice, what is wrong?" He stared into her blank eyes. The atmosphere in the room was calm suddenly, and Alice's eyebrows smoothed out. I glanced at Jasper again, suspicious.
Alice had looked at me, then back at Jasper again, deliberately.
I woke up on the sofa, an hour before dinner. I had shrugged off that strange occurrence as a dream.
Now, sitting on Edward's bed, in his room, I looked back on it, and I remembered something else like it, from a long time ago.
"Jasper!" Alice shouted. I jumped up, following her voice downstairs. "Jasper!"
"Alice!" I shouted this at her, though she probably could not hear me. I do not want what I've seen to happen. I found her at the same time Jasper did, in the living room. Please, please be safe, Bella.
"Hello, Jasper," I smiled pleasantly at him. "Would you mind if I borrowed Alice for a moment?" I felt a wave of calm, and I started to glare at Jasper, knowing that somehow, in some way, he was doing it. I took Alice's wrist and dragged her onto the stairwell, closing the door behind me.
I shook her by the shoulders, hard as I could.
"Alice! Why did you not tell me?" Her teeth started rattling, and I released her, folding my arms across my chest. She looked iserable.
"Edward didn't want me to?" She tried. It worked; I was sufficiently distracted by this trivial fact.
"Well, I don't care about what Edward wants and neither should you." I said this, slightly quieter but ore angry than ever. Edward would pay for this somehow. I would figure out a way.
Alice muttered something under her breath. Then, she said aloud "Can I get back to Jasper now?" I hugged her, no longer murderous at her and she hugged me back before I headed up the stairs to Edwards room and she opened the door to greet Jasper.
For a moment, barely a moment, I felt jealous.
AN: Sorry for the interruption, but if you want to know what Alice said, and why Bella was jealous, you should review. I'll tell you in my response, because it didn't fit right into my story.
"Goodbye Bella, see you later!" Alice shouted from the doorway. Jasper waved his goodbye in the shadows, holding Alice by the waist. I was going for a walk through the forest, and Jasper seemed to know I wanted to be alone. Alice had been trying to come with me, but Jasper, thankfully, had sufficiently distracted her for this sunny day. I waved goodbye.
As I walked through the forest, I was only looking for a peaceful, beautiful place.
I walked past several meadows, and I grew tired quickly. Eventually, I decided to sit in the first meadow I found. It turns out, this was the place I wanted.
The meadow was a perfect circle, as though created by man, though there was no sign of destruction or disaster here. Wildflowers bloomed everywhere, creating a soft carpet of blue and purple. A stream bubbled nearby, relaxing me and bringing a sense of life.
Not at all against my will, I sat back against a tree and my eyes closed. I wanted to sleep here, but that didn't bother me. I was here to get tanned, anyway. I started to drift off into sleep.
I heard a soft noise nearby, and opened my eyes drowsily. There was no one here, so I let myself drift again.
I woke up slowly, comfortable.
There was someone here this time. I peeked carefully under my eyelashes at the person stroking my cheek with a chilly hand. It was Edward, with a soft smile on his face and his skin glittering in the sunlight. I felt angry at him again for the visions he had made Alice keep secret. I opened my eyes, furious.
It was as if his hand had never been there. He glared at me, harsh as if it were my first day again. I did not mind. I was mad, too.
"What were you doing, forcing Alice not to tell me about things like that?!" I yelled, standing up. He got up from kneeling.
"You do not ask the questions. I have told you this before. I had my reasons, and you are not worth the explanation." He said this almost calmly, but there was a threatening undertone to his voice, and I felt terror shoot through me. I frowned.
"You did not act like that last time we saw each other." Something flashed across his face before he grabbed my wrist oddly and my world exploded in pain. I found myself on the ground and I glanced at my wrist. It wasn't broken. He had grabbed at a pressure point.
"You will be punished later; for now, you will get what you wanted." His voice was low and soft and velvety in my ear as he stroked my stomach, making my heart race and those mixed reactions to overcome me again. My hands tangled in his hair, and I was not sure whether I was pushing him away or pulling him closer. My eyes closed and his hands went behind my back, undoing the strings holding my dress closed. He slid the dress off my body, leaving me almost bare again. I decided this was not fair. My hands, against my will, started opening the buttons of his shirt. I noticed again the diamond glow of his skin in the sunlight. I took the moment to appreciate his real beauty.
His eyes were open, watching me. He met my eyes, and I gasped. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of gold today. I wanted to keep watching him, but his moving hands distracted me again. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands moving down my thighs. He took my knee in his hand and hitched it over his hip.
He reached around my back again, pulling me closer, pulling me against his chest. He lifted his arms for a moment to remove his shirt. My hands went back to his hair, trying to keep him close. I wondered at the fact I could feel two different ways about this at the same time. I wanted this, but I did not want this. The part of me that hated myself for this was screaming at me silently, telling me to stop. It was the smaller part.
He slid off his pants quickly, his pleasure revealing itself. His mouth was on mine then, and pleasure shot through me, making me grind my hips against his. He slid off my underwear, painfully slow about it. Then he impaled me.
It hurt. Badly. Now I knew what he had meant by that. He did not bother to stop, to give me time to adjust. I felt tears spring to my eyes. He continued pumping, and soon I started to feel spikes of pleasure again. I moaned, and a low moan came from his throat in response. His hand slid under me again, pulling my breast up to his lips, and he sucked on it. I moaned again, and leaned up toward his mouth, wanting more. I gasped when he sucked harder, and started moving faster in me.
"Bella," He groaned. My entire body tensed suddenly, pleasure shooting through me in almost impossible measures. My fingers tensed in his hair and his hands flexed against my back. I felt something cold grow in me.
His head rested against my chest for a moment, and I was content to stay here for now. I realized it was dark out.
Edward did, too. He got up suddenly and started dressing himself in super speed. I pulled my underwear back on, and he picked up my dress and started dusting it off. Suddenly, he froze.
"Where did you get this?" He asked in an icy voice. I was almost afraid to answer, the coward I was.
"It was in the wardrobe, and I needed something to wear after..." I trailed off. He was clutching the dress with both hands and staring at it, looking lost. And sad.
"Edward?" I asked, insecure. "Edward?" He snapped out of his reverie and looked at me. Nodded.
"Right, get you home." He muttered. He pulled the dress on me quickly and tied the strings back up. Then he took my arm and threw me across his back. He ran back home and took us to our room. He took me out of the dress and tucked it back into the wardrobe carefully. Then, he looked carefully at me. His eyebrow rose.
"You will be punished later. For now, sleep." He said.