Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't updated in like forever but I had SAT's and boy problems that totally killed me. SO here ya go.
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I tossed around on my bed, it was nice and warm under the covers….but my pajamas have never been this constricting before…. I went to move to the left a little, I had quickly became a best friend to the cold floor. I felt a whine escape my throat as my right side of my face received the blunt of the friendship. My eyelids opened to let my eyes look as to why I was now on the floor and in a constriction pajamas.
Glancing down my hazel orbs found the problem as to why I couldn't move much, I was trapped by my sheets and covers, apparently I had made a cocoon of my covers. Now that explained as to why I couldn't move, I then noticed I was still in my polo shirt. My face becoming instantly red as memories from…yesterday?
I reached up to grab my purse from the night stand. Not being careful I had knocked down half the things up there.
To say the least I ended up a mess. The purse landed on my head and everything spilled out, a letter opener fell and cut my other hand and now there is blood all over the white rug. And last, the letter that Carlisle left me floated innocently to the floor landing right next to my face. I blinked as it looked exactly like the one that was suppose to be in my bag.
Once I was able to untangle myself from my sheets I made a B-line to my bathroom to wash off my hand. It stung quite a bit, and it took quite a lot to not cry and fuss like a child. It was a bad gash. I used my hand rag to wrap it for the moment, I mentally told myself that I had to go to the hospital to get some stitches, I shuddered at the thought of a needle sewing myself back together…I hated needles very much.
I hated blood gushing out even more. Other than the fact my hand was bleeding, I noticed that the letter was once again sitting upon my now red stained rug, picking it up with my good hand I sat on my bed and read the letter.
Miss Rose
I gave your interview much thought, and I would love to have another one, as you have moved to the next round of my selection. This time, I would like to have lunch with you. It will be my pleasure, the interview will be tomorrow at 12:00 in the little dinner called 'Angel's Dinner' It opened not to long ago and I would like to check it out, I am sure you will like it.
I hope you sleep well, and make sure you don't choke during this interview. I have a good feeling you will impress me more than I already am, take care; and I hope to see you soon.
Sincerely Dr. Carlisle Cullen.
I almost had a heart attack after reading the letter, within the span of two minutes I had read it an reread it at least ten times! His hand righting was beautiful! I must repent for I thought all men could not write very well, let alone a doctor; for you could never really tell what they write for most doctors write in their own fancy language that they call notes.
It was so very fancy, the only way I could compare it would be to an old English letter from a lord to his lady. I clutched the letter to my pounding heart as my mind took flight of Carlisle in a knight's armor and me, well in a frilly dress. He was riding a white horse and the draw bridge was coming down to let him into the castle. I raced down from my room to meet him, he had been gone for so long I missed him dearly. Once I was down in the court yard I went straight to him. "My love!" I called to him as I flung myself into his arms.
He smiled down at me "How are you? My Princess?" he asked, his smile temporarily dazing me, to the point where I could only look at him. He gave me a knowing look, I am sure he knew how to daze me so.
I smiled back at him "I'm fine now that you are here with me Carlisle" I replied, I greedily took him into my arms and buried my head into the crook of his neck, it was a little uncomfortable seeing as how he still had chain mail on. "Has the offending army gone back home?" I asked breathlessly.
He nodded "Yes, for the most part they are" he replied, he eagerly wrapped his arms around me as he nuzzled my hair "But they will not go quietly, I am sorry my Princess, but our marriage must wait a while longer. The North will want to go to war again, seeing as how our army defeated one of their generals." he said.
Tears came to my eyes, I was somewhat mad as well as sad. I looked up into his liquid honey eyes. "But it has been seven months now" I almost whined.
He chuckled as he then kissed me tenderly, "Don't worry your pretty little head, I promised that I wouldn't die, and I intend to keep that promise" he whispered. "I would never leave you. Please do not ever doubt that I will come back for you. And 'Boom, Boom, Boom now let me hear you say way-ooh'"
I gave him a befuddled look at him "Huh?" I could only utter, of all my life I never knew Carlisle to be like this.
"I say boom, boom, boom let me hear you say way-ooh" he repeated, somewhere in the distance I could hear music, not of this era.
"I said boom, boom, boom, now let me hear you say way-ooh" he said again.
"Way-ooh?" I replied skeptical of what he would reply.
Suddenly he gave me a hug and once again repeated what he said. Just as quick as my day dreaming started it ended as everything erupted into grey, black and white with a little yellow. My eyelids fluttered opened and I let out a groan of disappointment. It was only a dream. One that I would gladly continue, which I tried.
Closing my eyes I couldn't bring the wonderful dream back. Suddenly the song came back as my eyes snapped open and I glared at my offending cell on the floor. It was the one who ruined my beautiful fantasy. Placing the letter on the bed I picked up the cell and flipped it open, making a mental note to change the ring tone. For when I had a boy friend he was really the only one to text me so I set that as a ring tone. I saw that the two text messages were both from Krystal. Rolling my eyes I checked the text messages.
'Hey Lyria, you okay? So you have to give me details, was he nice? Did anything happen between you two? Did he kiss you good bye? Did he stay by your bed side? Details girl! Detail! =] '
Once again rolling my eyes I checked the next one
' By the way I made it to the second round to his choosing! He called me not to long ago! Mine and his appointment will be on a Wednesday!'
I sighed, man that girl could text, I could tell she was or is a gossip queen, wanting to know everything. Deciding to text her back I replied.
'Hey Kris! Yea I made it to the second round as well. Good job for you. And before you ask any more, I fell asleep on the way and I woke up with all my clothes attached, so NOTHING happened.'
Pressing send I tossed the cell onto the bed. Only to have my phone going off, this time it was somebody calling.
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.
Someone to love with my life in their hands.
There`s gotta be somebody for me like that'
I let out a frustrated sigh as I then preceded to pick up the phone "Hello, this is Lyria Rose speaking, how may I help you?" I asked politely.
"Hello Lyria, this is Dr. Carlisle" replied the voice. I could hear my heart beat become faster and my breath was caught in my throat. "I was just calling to check up on how you were" he said, I could tell he was smiling on the other end as his voice was in fact cheerful.
I blurted out before I could think "How'd you get my number?" I asked, then mentally slapped myself quickly said "Sorry, didn't mean to say that, I mean I'm good thank you for driving me home. It was very sweet of you." I hoped my stupidity would be over looked this one time.
I could hear chuckling on the other end "No, it's fine. Its normal to ask. I got your number from your application" he replied.
"Oh and before I go to your appointment I am going to stop by your work and get myself fixed" I replied with a slight laugh as I then glanced down at my bloody hand rag.
There was dead silence on the other line, a pause as some would call it. "What happened Lyria?" Carlisle asked, suddenly very serious.
"That's they funny part" I replied "I fell from my bed and I tried to get my purse, but it fell on my head and then the letter opened fell with it and sliced me" I replied.
"Did you wash it out?" he asked.
"Yes sir! And now I have a hand rag to stop the bleeding, I should be over there in about thirty minutes"
"Don't leave, I'm only a few minutes away from your home. I live not to far. Let me pick you up" he offered. Truth be told he was half way to work already.
"No, it's fine. Well I will see you at the hospital ciao" and with that I hung up, how embarrassing is it to have him tote you around?
I sighed and smiled slightly as I then quickly got ready to go to the hospital. After checking that everything was locked away I went to my front door. Just as I opened my front door a pale fist was in my face. Letting out a startled grunt I put a hand over my pounding heart. Standing not but a few feet away was Carlisle.
My face instantly turning red "Dr… Dr. Cullen" I squeaked out. "I thought I told you I was going to be fine" I said with a pout of some sort.
He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment "So sorry, I couldn't help but worry" he then backed up a step "How bout we get you stitched up and then we go on that appointment" he said.
I just smiled and nodded "Yea that would be convenient" I replied.
He then did the unexpected and offered his arm out to me. I blinked and blushed as I then gently took a hold of his arm. I then noticed that he didn't have his coat on, instead it was a blue button up shirt and light grey slacks.
"Man, don't you look dashing" I commented, I found it perfectly normal to say that as I have said that to all my male friends.
He gave an almost uneasy look as he then glanced away a little "Thanks, and you look stunning" he replied.
I laughed "Naw, I don't." what I was wearing was some black Dickeys ( as you can tell I have a lot) and a white button up shirt with a soft grey vest over.
He smiled back at me, "Sure you do. You look very professional, aside from the fact that your hand is wrapped in a bloody hand rag and you have a small bruise forming, and maybe a lump or two forming" he joked.
I blushed once again but this time in embarrassment, "Yea…just a little" I replied. He then looked at me and then took a hold of my hand.
"May I?" he asked. I nodded gently as I watched him uncloak my hurt hand.
He gently unwrapped the poorly bandaged hand. He held his breath, even if it wasn't needed. He was sure that if he smelt her blood he may go into his hunting mode, and he would never like to show her the monster that laid underneath his beautiful skin. Every small fold that shielded her from him, he had taken off.
Once he could look at her gash his eyes noticeable became a darker color. He looked at the gash, it was deep, and the blood was still seeping out. He could feel his mouth starting to water. This wasn't good, at any rate that she would bolt he did not know if he could contain himself.
I looked at him, his mood seemed to darken "Hey, is…,is everything alright?" I asked him, suddenly worried that something was wrong with me.
He nodded, and I felt a sigh come from my throat, he smiled a strained smile at me "Yea, nothing a few stitches wont help" he replied, I noticed his eyes were darker.
"Hey, why are you eyes darker?" I asked. "They are darker now" I commented.
He looked a bit shocked then nodded "Yea, it must be the light" he replied as he then gently wrapped my hand again "We should get going… We don't want your wound to get infected." he said.
I nodded "Yea, that would be a wonderful 'welcome to Forks' present." I said jokingly . He just nodded back.
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