I am going to try to update more. Sorry for the gaps in between.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, SM does. Blah, blah you know the rest lol
Bella's PoV
"I'm sorry if I scared you. You may finish eating if you'd like."
I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I was finished." My voice was low, barely audible but he still seemed to have heard it perfectly. I was uncomfortable, being around any of them. I stood up, taking my plate, but before I could move anywhere with it, Dr. Cullen was right in front of me, taking my plate.
"I've got it. Think of yourself as a guest here." Dr. Cullen flashed a smile at me and it almost knocked me out. He was very good looking, probably in his early to mid twenties. His blonde hair was sleeked back, out of his perfect, stone face. He was still wearing his lab coat, the white ones that all the doctors wear. Underneath his coat he had on a suit that really brought out his figure. I bet the nurses couldn't stand to be away from him.
"Except I can't leave, right?" I didn't mean to say it out loud; it slipped out like word vomit. I felt my heart racing as I waited for him to get mad like Edward. The last thing I wanted was to be locked in the cellar, or worse.
Dr. Cullen sighed, his slender fingers rubbing his eyes. "I'm so sorry about this Isabella. You have to believe that we mean you no harm. Please try to see things from our perspective. Edward, he feels guilty, he's scared that he may have doomed us all."
"But I won't say a word, I swear! Please believe me! It's not like anyone would think I was serious, I hardly believe what I'm seeing!" The words just kept coming out; it was easier to talk when Edward and Emmett weren't in the room so everything that I had bottled up came out. I was waiting for something I said that would upset Dr. Cullen and he would get angry.
"I know, I do. Edward is just...stubborn and persistent. I'm sure that within a few days he'll see things clearly and we'll get you safely home. I will try to talk to him. For now, you may stay in the spare room on the third floor. Would you like me to show to you it?"
I shook my head; I wanted to be alone, no matter how nice he was. "No thank you, I'll find it." I mumbled and waited until he had walked into the kitchen before finding the large staircase and made my way to the third floor. I stopped briefly on the second floor when I noticed a cross hanging from the ceiling. I wanted to touch it, but knowing my luck, I'd break it and I didn't need to give them another reason to hate me.
There were about ten doors on the third floor; I was regretting not asking for an escort. I tried the one at the end of the hall, but when I opened the door I knew immediately that it wasn't my room. The room was huge, probably the size of the whole bottom floor of my house. One wall was made entirely of glass and revealed a beautiful sight of the grounds, which sparkled in the moonlight. Another wall was filled with so many CD's I wasn't sure if there was a CD that wasn't there. There was no bed, just a couch and an expensive looking stereo system, probably worth more then my house. I was awestruck. The room was amazing.
A beautiful voice brought me out of my staring. "What are you doing here?"
His voice was harsh, but rung angelically in my ears. "I-I'm sorry. I w-was trying to find th-the guest room," I stammered. Nice way to show him that you're not scared half to death of him! As I stared up at his face I noticed his eyes were different. He had a soft, slightly darkened golden tone when I could have sworn that his eyes were a dark crimson or black last night. I wasn't about to ask him though since he didn't sound to happy that I had barged into his room.
Edward sighed and his expression turned soft. "It's okay, I guess. Would you like me to show you to your room?"
I shook my head and started to head out the door. He passed me and turned his stereo on, putting a CD inside and pressing play. The music was on low but it filled the room as if the band was actually in the room. Just one more thing to drool over in this house, great. I had stopped and turned around, having known this song. "Debussy?" I asked, slightly surprised that he would be listening to this. It made me curious as to how old he actually was.
"You listen to classical?" Edward's eyebrow was raised in a confused manner, was it really that hard to believe that people in this generation listened to classical music? I took a step back into his room since he was slowly becoming less hostile, or so it seemed to me.
"My mother back in Phoenix does. I just remember my favorites."
