The characters of Edward and Bella were borrowed from owner Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 2: Incommunicado
GEORGIA
Bella arrived at her condo on Peachtree Rd. in the Buckhead section of Atlanta shortly before midnight. She parked the rental car in the parking garage and gathered her two suitcases from the trunk. She had packed lightly when she left Los Angeles, unsure of how long she'd be away. The incessant ringing of her cell phone was ignored as she made her way into her home. Somehow, she knew it would be Edward, and she wasn't in the mood or ready to talk with him just yet.
The property caregiver had been advised she'd be arriving, which allowed for the fridge to be stocked and the bedroom linens to be freshly laundered. Her cell phone rang again, and was once again ignored.
She placed her suitcases in the foyer entryway and removed the high heels that were sending razor sharp stabs of pain through her arches. Walking gently across the Berber carpeting to her plush sofa, she simply lie down and fell exhausted into a dreamless sleep.
The frantic sound of Edward's voice on her answering machine jolted her awake. "Bella, it's me. Are you there? Pick up, baby. Are you there? Bella?" CLICK
She rolled over onto her back and wiped the sleep from her eyes, glancing at the clock on the wall. She realized it was four hours earlier in Los Angeles and calculated the time there – five a.m.
Edward must have just come home from the clubs...he'd come home and realized I was gone.
Her condo phone rang again and went unanswered. The answering machine recorded Edward's desperate attempt to reach her. "Bella, just pick up the phone if you're there and let me know you're okay. Bella? Bella! What the hell are you doing? Why did you leave?" CLICK
She put both her hands over her face and held them there as the tears came.
Oh Edward, if you'd only listened. You don't have time for me anymore; you don't have time for us anymore. All your free time is spent partying and playing and I can't live like that! I won't watch you turn into daddy!
She got up from the couch and walked to the desk where her phone was located. Pulling the cord from the wall, she disconnected it, returned to the couch, and lay back down. Now, he couldn't call the condo anymore. If he called her cell phone, she'd continue to ignore it.
Let him see how it feels to be ignored.
She was too emotionally drained to find the energy to go to her bedroom, so she got as comfortable as possible on her couch and stared at the ceiling until sleep overtook her, not waking up until late the next morning.
Author Notes: So Bella is projecting her daddy issues onto Edward...and he, being Mr. Oblivious is living large in Los Angeles. These two are in for a bumpy ride...