I'm spry for not updating yesterday, but I was just so busy! I had the most obnoxious amount of homework that obviously would not do itself (sadly) I only own the plot
I shot straight up in the fancy bed and watched the room spin around me. I clutched both sides of my head and breathed deeply, feeling the chills crawl up my spine. I untangled myself from the expensive duvet and ran into the room Esme said was the bathroom. I froze in awe for a second, seeing the beautiful glass counter and tile floor, leading to an enormous Jacuzzi bathtub and shower. I turned the shower to the hottest it would go and locked the door tightly. Just as I was about to peel off the old clothes I was wearing I turned back around and yanked the heavy laundry bin to in front of the door, blocking any unwanted visitors. Then hopped into the shower and scrubbed my skin raw with the French body wash and hot pink loofah. My arms and legs were red and peeling by the time I was done, but I still didn't feel clean after the awful dream I had to endure. I slowly sat on the cold shower floor and wrapped my arms around my knees, rocking back and forth. The relaxing heat of the shower suddenly turned into a kiln and my face burned with the claustrophobic heat. I stood too quickly and turned off the tap, jumping out of the shower room. I wrapped myself in a lush towel and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I had a plain looking face with mahogany hair down to my grimly slim waist. My eyes were perpetually rimmed in red, and there was a jagged scar from my temple to chin. I could remember that moment like the back of my hand. My second foster parent, Jacob, walking through the door, drunk again. I was sitting on the sofa watching the fire when he flipped out and yelled at me like I was the cause of all his life's problems. I did the wrong thing, and told him to back off when he grabbed the long metal stick used to prod the fire and held it in the heat until it was white hot. He turned to me on his heel with a sadistic smile and started to approach. I was literally paralyzed with fear as he slashed my face, leaving it forever marred with a reminder of my past. I quickly looked away when I got too disgusted with myself. I pulled the laundry bin away and opened the door into my room. I grabbed my bag from where it lie on the floor and dug through to find my jeans and a sweatshirt. I unwrapped myself from the plush towel and got dressed in a rush. I used my fingers to try to get my long hair unknotted. I suddenly remembered with a growl of my stomach that I hadn't eaten in a long time. Deciding that I should eat before something really bad happened I slipped on my socks and hoped I could get to the kitchen and back withour being suspected. I slowly opened the door a crack and peered out, looking to see that the hallway was clear. I tiptoed gingerly out of my safe confine and frose when I smelt the best smell I ever had smelled. A mixture of musk, soap, and just plain happiness was behind me. I inhaled softly, getting lost in the lush scent as a sudden velvety smooth voice broke my daydreaming.
"Bella?" the mystery person asked. For some reason, this didn't scare me. It was obviously a boy, but the way my heart stopped was not from fear, surprisingly. Instead of being stuck with fear, I was relaxed and felt… safe? I turned slowly and found myself face to face with my own personal god, Edward Cullen.
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~Spunkransom12345