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For One Night Only – Chapter 5
"Edward." I said again, a little louder, and then I moved closer to him and gently placed my flat hand against his back.
The only response I got was a grunt and then the sound of his quite snoring. I had to close my eyes against the pungent smell coming off him, whiskey and cigarettes seemed to cling to his clothes. I looked on the bar next to his head where an open packet of cigarettes lay with a Zippo lighter on top. When did Edward take up smoking?
"OH, Edward." I sighed; sudden, unexpected tears filled my eyes as my heart went out to him. I understood how much Riley meant to him and how close they were. The three quarters empty bottle of Whiskey was evidence of that. Edward always turned to the bottle when he was unable to handle something or he just wanted to forget it.
I suddenly realised the dilemma I had, biting my lip I looked around at my surroundings hoping to find some kind of inspiration of how I was going to get him out of here. In addition, how am I going to get him home? Emmett he was the answer. I quickly got my cell out of my pocket and was just about to dial.
"Someone is on their way for him." A voice from behind the bar stopped me mid dial and made me almost drop my cell phone.
"Oh." I replied giving the bartender a half smile, "Will they be long?"
"Would you like a drink while you wait?" The bartender asked, totally ignoring my question.
"No thank you." I replied suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. I tried squinting to see if I could see him any clearer but he was still a dark shadow.
"Suit yourself." He replied, "Looks like your rides here anyway."
I spun my head around to notice a tall dark shadow walking towards us. "Are you his ride?" I asked a little ungraciously, due to nerves.
"That's me." He replied his voice was almost as smooth as Edward's was but not quite as panty wetting; even so, I still swooned slightly.
"Great." I replied, I wanted to kick myself, I really sounded like a spoilt child.
"Will you be joining us?" He asked his voice sounded very condescending.
"I just want to make sure he's OK." I replied my hands balling into fists and I bit my lower lip to stop myself from saying anything back.
"You better follow me then." His voice was full of disdain.
"Thank you." I managed to bite out.
I moved forward fully prepared to help him carry Edward to his car but he surprised me with his strength as he lifted him so easily off his chair. Then he seemed to carry/drag him outside into the late morning sunshine. If I was in a slightly better mood or in different circumstances, I might have found it funny.
The sun was bright especially after being in a very dark room; I had to squint a few times before I could see properly. The tall gentleman had dragged him to a very sleek looking black Mercedes. The gentleman opened the front passenger door and literally threw Edward into the seat.
He turned to me and I had to catch my breath he was beautiful and somehow familiar.
I stumbled forward towards the car never taking my eyes off the beautiful man, his hair was a golden blond colour and his eyes were hazel, his face was all soft angels and very pale but that added to this man's beauty.
I managed to climb into the back seat of the car with out making too much of a fool of myself. I put the seatbelt on and looked forward as we pulled away. I found myself staring absentmindedly at the driver through the rear view mirror.
"Forget it." He bit out at me, bringing me back to reality.
"Excuse me?" I stuttered in response.
"I mean don't bother." He said his eyes narrowing in the rear view mirror as he glared at me.
"What?" I asked wondering, what the hell was he on.
"I am a happily married man." He bit out, "I don't want skanks like you hanging around."
"What?" I asked him again, he really was not making any sense.
"I know your game." He replied angrily, "Edward maybe vulnerable but I can assure you I am no push over."
"OK." I replied, "So what is your problem?"
"You women are so unbelievable!" He said in indignation, "What's up did he not give you enough in New York you had to follow him here?"
"What are you talking about?" I could feel my own irritation start to get the better of me.
"Did he pass out before he paid you this time?" He sneered.
"Pay me for what?" I shouted back. Edward grunted in response and turned his head slightly, but did not wake up.
"For the sex you had with him!" He shouted accusingly at me.
Any response I was going to come back with died in my throat as what he had just said sank in. I looked down at the clothes I was wearing, a long sleeved t-shirt a pair of grey sweatpants and trainers. I laughed, "You think I'm a hooker?"
"Well why else would you leave his hotel room before the crack of dawn?"
"Will you please elaborate on that?" I asked totally bemused by this beautiful man.
"For god's sakes you nearly sent me flying as you rushed out of his room in New York." He replied irritated.
A sudden flash of me sneaking out of Edward's hotel room and going smack bang into a hard chest. "That was you?" I blushed.
"Yes!" He hissed in anger.
"I'm not a hooker." I blurted out at him and the look on his face proved he did not believe me.
"No you're an Escort right?"
"No!" I replied in anger, "I am an old friend of Edward's."
"And you treat all your old friends like that?" He asked still unconvinced.
"Edward and I were close about five years ago," I blushed, "That night was for old time's sake."
"You're Isabella?" He asked his voice and face changing completely too almost friendly.
"You've heard about me?" I asked in astonishment.
"Every time he gets drunk," He replied giving me a half smile, "Which is quite often."
"I'm sorry." I replied looking down at the carpeted floor of the car.
"I don't know the details of what happened between you," He said in a soft voice, "But whatever it was cut him deeply when you left."
"He was as much to blame as I was." I blurted out like a spoilt child.
"I don't doubt that at all." He smiled at me, "You still care for him don't you?"
"God I'm an idiot!" I shout out in frustration and bang my head against the back of the seat.
"You can't help who you love."
"You got that right." I mutter as we pull into a drive.
"We're here." He said as he unbuckled himself, then turned to me a serious look on his face, "You now have to ask yourself is he worth the effort?"
"I don't know whether I can answer that when I am so close to him." I replied honestly.
"The other question is the hurt and pain too much to even consider trying again?" He said then got out of the car, leaving me staring at the empty space he had just occupied. I quickly shook myself out of my thoughts and got out of the car to assist in the transportation of Edward into his beautiful looking home.
Of course, I should not have bothered the gentleman had already opened Edward's front door and was hauling out of the car towards the house when I finally emerged from the car. He smiled at me and teased, "What kept you?"
"I'm sorry." I replied following them into the house.
Once inside the house the first thing you notice is the stairs, which are directly facing you when you walk in. To the left was a large sitting room with two giant dark brown leather couches with a glass coffee table between one of the couches and a fake fireplace, a large flat screen TV attached to the wall above the fireplace. The walls off-white in colour with dark brown matching accessories; the carpet was beige to almost match the colour of the walls. This was very different in décor to the last house Edward owned.
The gentleman literally threw Edward onto one of the couches, as Edward landed hard on the couch he gave a grunt but never opened his eyes; he just started his light snoring again. I carried on admiring the room with its vases, artificial flowers and pictures, which all seemed to coordinate well together, and so not Edward.
"My wife is an interior designer and insisted that she decorate for him." He told me obviously he had caught me looking at the décor.
"Your wife is very talented." I replied.
"She loves doing it." He said then the look on his face changed to horror, "Excuse me for being rude, I'm Carlisle Cullen, Edward's brother in law."
"Well you know who I am." I replied shakily, all the time thinking fuck this is Alice's dad, Esme's husband. God he's hot.
"Well I better leave." He replied moving slowly towards the door, then turned back to me his face full of concern, "Will you be alright on your own with him?"
"I'm sure I will be fine." I answered honestly.
"Here's my card, call me if he gives you any trouble." He gives me a printed card. Then turns towards the door, "Well it was nice meeting you Isabella, maybe we will meet again soon."
"Let's hope." I replied walking him to the door.
I waited until he pulled off the drive and gave him one last wave before I finally closed the door with a loud click, then silence. I leaned against the door wondering what I was going to do now. Do I explore the house? No, I could not do that without permission. Do I watch T.V? No, I might wake him.
The sudden, unexpected yawn answered my question for me. The excitement of the last few days and the travelling from New York were finally taking their toll and I need to just rest for a few minutes. I took my trainers off and placed them next to the couch, and then I settled down resting my head on the arm of the couch. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Edward's light snoring.
I was bouncing not hard but lightly, I tried to turn on my side but there was an obstacle stopping me I tried to move it but it wouldn't budge, then suddenly I felt myself fall and it was soft, comfortable and I could move again.
I could hear someone call my name but it was too far away, the fog would not lift for me to see who was calling out my name but the voice was family and made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I felt a brief warm tingling against my forehead and the smell of mint accosted my nose, but I was too comfortable to move or take note of what it was.
I knew it was time to get up when the sunlight was trying to burn my eyelids. My eyes opened begrudgingly and I had to close then again against the assault of the bright light. I rubbed my hands over my face a couple of times to try to wake myself up. It felt like I had been asleep forever, everything ached from lack of use. I finally opened my eyes and really wished I had kept them closed.
I shot up to a sitting position looking around at my surroundings. This was not Emmett and Rose's spare room. Where was I?
I was in the biggest bed I had ever seen, the Oak headboard was spectacular with dainty little Oak leaves on it and Acorns chiselled out on it and the posts shaped as Acorns, it was beautiful. The room was light with deep red accessories and the other furnishings were all in Oak with the same pattern chiselled out on them.
The room it's self was tidy, free of clutter, which surprised me Edward was very untidy, goes with being a genius I think. On top of one of the set of drawers were three fabric covered Photograph frames, two in the deep red and one an off-white to match the walls.
I got out of bed letting my curiosity get the better of me; I had to see what photos were in the frames. I wondered briefly if Edward was still home. I stood still listening intently but could only hear silence. No, I was definitely alone.
I picked the first photo up and looked at it. It almost took my breathe away, Esme and Carlisle were staring at each other oblivious to the camera on them, the love they have for each other evident on their faces and their body language. Alice always told me they absolutely adore each other and I now held the evidence in my hands. Oh, how I wish for someone to look at me like that. Yeah right as if that would happen.
I was crying I could not believe that a photo could make me cry but obviously I am the saddest case ever and I needed the men in white coats fast. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and put the photo back in its place. Trying to ignore the sudden gapping hole in my chest, swallowing the hard lump in my throat I turned to the next Photo.
As the first photo brought tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat, this one made me laugh unexpectedly. This picture was of a young Alice, maybe nine or ten. She was dressed in her mother's clothes and heeled shoes with a fur coat even though it looked like summer. The hat she was wearing had a mini veil and underneath that, she had a large pair of sunglasses, which covered the top half of her face. The bright red lipstick she wore stood out but was immaculate and she was posing as if she was a professional model. This was so very typically Alice.
I put the frame back down chuckling to my self as I did and then my eyes drifted to the final frame, when they took in the photo before them they nearly popped out of my head. I quickly picked up the frame, my fingers gripping it tightly as I took in the scene before my eyes.
My heart pounding in my chest, I could not wrap my head around this photograph, why would he have one of me and in his bedroom where he would most probably see it every day. I mean, I understand why he would have them of his family, but I am not in the same category so why one of me?
On the photograph, I am leaning against a tree my knees bent and a book leaning on my knees. I was looking directly at the camera. I had to swallow the hard lump that was forming in my throat again. The look on my face and in my eyes was full of love for the person holding the camera, Edward.
Two weeks after this photograph, I left him, my heart broken and my dreams shattered into a thousand pieces. Why would he keep this?
I shook my head as a thousand thoughts came rushing at me at once, I could not handle what was lay before me, I was unwilling to think about what it could mean. I had to get away from here and quickly.
I was desperate for a shower but decided to wait until I got back to Rose's and Emmett's place, I just wanted to get away from here. It was to confusing.
I rushed down stairs and quickly put my trainers on, gave Emmett a quick call to come and pick me up. While I waited, I made the decision to make a phone call, which I should have made the minute, this mess started.
I quickly dialled the number my heart pounding in my chest, I was really dreading making this call. I was going to be in so much trouble. So I took a deep breath and dialled the number, and waited.
"Hello?" His voice brought instant tears to my eyes.
"Hey, it's me." I managed to choke out my reply.
"Oh so now you decide to ring." The sarcasm dripped through the phone, so typically him.
"I'm sorry." I replied remorsefully.
"And you think that will make everything better?" He replied angrily.
"No but I am."
"When will you learn?" He asked.
"Please." I begged.
"You should have rung when it all went down." He bit out, "I had to learn it from him of all people."
"I meant to but I forgot." I knew it was a poor excuse.
"Do I mean so little too you?" He asked his voice full of pain.
"No you mean a lot to me." I replied the tears pouring down my face as the guilt took over.
"With how you have acted I doubt that very much." He replied bitterly. I hated it when I hurt him.
"I am so sorry." I said unable to stop crying.
"When will I see you?" He asked ignoring my emotional status.
"I don't know." I reply, "Maybe next weekend, will you be alone?"
"I'm not sure I will let you know." He replied just as the front door opened and Emmett walked through.
"Someones here, bye." I shut my phone, never giving him a chance to answer back.
I must have looked guilty because Emmett looked at me pointedly and asked, "Who were you talking to?"
"Alice." I blurted out. I could feel my cheeks warming in guilt.
"Is she OK?" Emmett asked and the tone of his voice told me he did not believe me.
"She's fine, missing us." I replied.
"Should we get going?" He asked stretching his hand out in a gesture for me to go first. Of which, I complied and Emmett followed soon after. I quickly looked up at the beautiful house and wondered if I would ever see the inside of the house again. I thought back to my recent phone call and shook my head. I do not think I would be an invited by Edward anyway.
Authors note: I am sorry this is a short chapter, I tried to make it longer but it just would not flow. I hope that I can make them a little longer in future. If people still find this story interesting. Thank you.