"Who did this to you?"
Bella's POV
All I did was stare at him, not saying a word. What could I say? If I told them then Charlie would kill me. If I didn't, it seemed like Edward might.
He looked absolutely lethal.
"I fell," I repeated lamely, knowing that it was useless. I couldn't lie my way out of this one, and they were waiting for a real answer.
Carlisle sighed and Edward closed his eyes and put his pointer finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, taking deep, calming breaths. He looked about ready to kill.
"Please, Bella," Carlisle tried, "if someone is abusing you then it is your responsibility to speak up about it. If you don't then we can't do anything to help you."
I took a deep breath and tried to plant a convincing smile on my face.
"I'm fine. No one is…abusing me or anything. I fell, that's all.
"Kitten, I suggest you stop with the lying," Edward said, his eyes still closed. "You are a terrible actress. Tell us the truth." It was a demand.
"Please," I whispered, looking down.
"Please, what?" Carlisle asked.
"Don't," I said softly.
We were all silent for a minute, then I got up. "Thank you for all the help but I'm fine. Really."
I headed for the door, and suddenly had a thought. "Hey, is there anything you can give me for pain?"
Carlisle sighed, but got up and picked a small bottle off of the counter of his desk and handed it to me.
"Tylenol. It will ease the pain in your chest, but try not to have too much activity going on for the next couple days or so."
I sighed, knowing that this couldn't be done, even if I wanted to. But I nodded anyway.
Once the pills were in my hand and was about to open the door, when a pair of big, pale hands beat me to it.
I looked up and Edward's face was livid. I suddenly wasn't so sure that I wanted to ride home with him.
I followed him out to the car and got in without saying a word. Neither of us spoke for about 10 minutes until the car was suddenly pulled over onto the curb and he looked over at me with a grim face.
"Well?" he asked, expectantly.
I stared, confused "Well…what?"
He rolled his. "Well, when are you planning on telling me who hurt you?"
I gasped. "Edward…"
"No! No don't 'Edward' me, Kitten. I want to know and I want to know now!"
"Just take me home."
"NO!" he yelled, surprising me and making me jump. He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes.
"Please, Bella," he whispered. "please help me understand why you are getting hurt."
I was near tears but I held them back. "What do you want?"
"To understand…" he said softly.
I looked away and he pulled my chin up harshly.
"NO! Don't you DARE look away from me, Kit-Isabella."
I gasped and he continued softly. "Isabella, please try to help me help you?"
His eyes were smouldering and I had to look away.
"Can we do this some other time?" I knew that we weren't finished but I had to get home and I figured this was the best compromise.
He nodded but didn't look away for a few long minutes.
When we were finally driving again the ride was silent as ever.
As we parked into the driveway, I saw Charlie's car and started to panic.
"Look," I said to Edward quickly, "you have to leave. Now!"
I got out the car and ran towards the door. I turned back to see Edward's confused expression before he raced away into the darkness.
I braced myself, and opened the door.
"Where have you been, bitch?" I heard Charlie slur from the lounge.
"School study session," I answered automatically
He grunted and I took a deep breath, knowing what was to come.
He grabbed me by the hair, and started punching me with so much force, that I had to bite my lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming.
Fortunately that was all for the night so after about 10 minutes he shoved me into the staircase.
"Get out of my sight!"
I scurried up the stairs and locked my bedroom door. One of these days he was going to be the death of me.
I cried for a short minute, but it didn't help much. I needed to feel pain. The same pain I feel on the inside I needed to feel on the outside. And I needed it now.
I found the razor that was tucked away in my underwear draw and held it to my arm.
I'd never done this before but it always seemed to work on movies and stuff. I drew the blade across my skin and felt immediate release.
I sighed in pleasure. "I could get used to this."
"I really wish you wouldn't," I heard from my bed.
I swung around expecting to see Charlie, but instead I saw…Edward. Spread across my bed in a relaxed position, but his eyes held his anger, as they always did.
"EDWARD!" I shouted. Then I remembered Charlie downstairs. "Edward," I said a little softer, "what are you doing here?"
He didn't respond. He got up and approached me, a piece of cloth in his hand that seemed to have come from his shirt, and he held it against the cut.
Once the bleeding had stopped, he led me to the bed and lay down next to me, just stroking my hair softly.
Then I realised the positioning we were in.
"What are you doing here?" I asked angrily.
"I always come here," he said as if it were nothing.
"WHAT?!" I sat up, not caring about the pain it caused me.
He remained lying down. "Sometimes, I like to come in here and watch you sleep."
"WHY?!" I was officially freaking out.
"You're funny when you sleep. You talk," he stated matter-of-factly.
I groaned. "I cannot believe this!"
He chuckled. "I mean it's not like you said my name or anything," he exaggerated.
"Oh, no!" I knew I dreamed about him! Of course, I did! And now he did too!
I had never been more embarrassed!
I put my head in my hands and he sat up.
"Don't be ashamed! I dream of you too."
I looked up and saw that he was looking at my arm. "Why do you do cut yourself, Kitten?"
"I don't."
He was about to argue when I continued talking. "I don't cut myself. I was just…trying it out..."
He gave me a disbelieving look. "It's true, I swear!"
He seemed to accept this but I had a feeling that we would be discussing this tomorrow.
"Kitten, I couldn't stand to see anything hurt you." He looked into my eyes with a fiery intensity. "Anything."
Our faces were just inches apart and I couldn't stand it anymore. I knew my subconscious was right
I was falling in love with Edward Cullen!
I grabbed his face and, before he could pull away, kissed him right on the mouth.
He didn't pull away.
I kissed him harder and in earnest, making him feel what he does to me. He grabbed my waist with one hand, pulling me closer, and lost his other hand in my hair, keeping me where I was.
I didn't mind at all.
As soon as I felt his tongue asking for entrance I instantly opened myself to him.
His wonderfully, unusually cold tongue traced my lips, before entering my mouth and exploring every nook and cranny slowly as if he was trying to memorize it all, take it all in. I didn't protest.
When we finally came up for air, we were gasping.
I could tell he was about to draw the line there, but I was desperate for more.
I moved down to his neck, kissing and sucking probably causing a bruise, but I couldn't find it in me to care.
"Ugh, Kitten!" I heard Edward moan, but I didn't stop.
Instead I kept moving downwards and, plucking up some courage, licked him all the way down to his chest, pulling his shirt down.
I heard him growl. "Fuck!"
I smiled. I was glad that I had the power to do this to him.
I tried to remove his shirt and I couldn't do it without his help. I looked up to him and he seemed too far gone to stop, so he pulled his shirt over his head and attacked my lips again.
I felt him groan into my mouth and I sighed.
I went back to his toned, hairless chest and just took a moment to stare. Wow.
He was…perfect. He was sculpted to perfection…literally.
We were lying down now, him underneath me, and I was straddling his waist. A position I could all too well feel his straining erection through his jeans.
I licked my lips and attacked his left nipple. Licking and sucking and nipping at it while I probed the other one.
"Fuck, Bella! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He was writhing and groaning beneath me and I was satisfied with these results.
Just as I was about to take it one step further, he put his hands on my hips and lifted me off him with a groan.
"Why do you do this to me, Kitten?" He sounded playful but I couldn't be sure with all the panting he was doing.
"What's wrong?" I asked confused. "Why did you stop me?"
He didn't answer.
"I mean…don't you want it?" No response.
"Or not," I said rejected and humiliated.
"Of course I want to Kitten! How could I not?" He sounded exasperated.
"Then why did you pull away?"
He stared at me. "Not now. Not yet."
I nodded, though not quite understanding.
There was nothing much else to say so he laid back and I followed, snuggling into his bare chest, revelling in the sensation.
"Sleep, Kitten."
Those were the last words I heard before I sighed, content to fall promptly to sleep.
And I dreamed. I dreamed about Edward Cullen, the guy I'd known for not even a week. The guy who seemed to know me better than anyone in such a short time.
The guy I was this close to having sex with tonight.
Ouch! My head hurt!
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A/N Okay, be honest. How many of you were expecting to get a lemon somewhere in there? :D Sneak peek: Next chapter has a LOT of drama! And the faster you REVIEW the faster I UPDATE!
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