Super short chapter... I'm sorry!
Chapter 7:
Edward just stared blankly out the windshield, and for the first time since that fateful night in Port Angeles, I truly feared he would lose control of the absurdly fast moving car. His right hand tensed on the steering wheel, his knuckles growing whiter, his other hand moved to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was trying to control his temper. I watched as the weak steering wheel began to bend in his iron strength.
"Edward," I said calmly, staring at his hand on the wheel, he loosened his grip, his eyes burning with hate and sick humor. I reached up to stroke his cheek once and he attempted a smile.
The minutes passed slowly, as his eyes gradually drifted toward amusement. Eventually he laughed.
"Well," he began, his velvet voice tight, "In all of my life this definatley is the most bizarre thing I've heard yet, I'll give it that. Ugh, god listening to his thoughts about you was one thing. But about myself, that's more than reasonably disturbing…"
I laughed at him then as his voice slowly drifting into thought, a shudder trembled through him. I took his hand.
"Don't worry I already found that crowbar, just in case he tries to kiss you." I smiled at my own sick joke.
Edward laughed once, "Thanks." he said, "but if that mongrel tries to kiss me," his grip on my hand grew slightly tighter, and he continued pinching his nose, "I swear it will be the last thing he ever does." His eyes blazed, a small smile flashing across his flawless lips. I already knew what he was thinking, I leaned over kissing his cheek, he turned his head as his lips reached mine. He was still speeding down the dark and winding highway.