"Shit!" Bella shrieked. I looked at her questioningly. "You're Edward Cullen!?" I chuckled at her stunned expression, "Guilty," I mumbled with a smile. I guess she'd heard of my books.
I sipped at a cup of coffee and watched her secretly. Her eyes were a beautiful chocolate brown. They were eyes that held a deep, hidden sorrow in them. Like thick rainclouds that looked like they'd never go away. It was saddening.
Bella just started at the plate of food, looking miserable. Was my cooking that bad? Probably, "Um…you don't have to eat that…my cooking is ,well, I order takeout more than I should," She looked up at me.
"But…I like waffles…" She said softly. She then took a bite. Bella had deep purple bags under her eyes. She was dangerously thin. She looked so weak, so fragile, so…..breakable.
I was afraid to ask about the previous night. She might start freaking out again. And her tears made me panic, they were so frantic and sad. "Is that your real eye color?" Bella asked me suddenly. She looked to the ground quickly, blushing, "Sorry that was rude, never mind."
I smiled at her and shook my head "No, I don't mind at all. And yes, it is," She looked back up at me and gave a tiny smile. I always got asked about my green eyes. I'd ever considered color contacts at one point, just to stop the questions.
Then the phone rang. I excused myself and took the phone into the other room where I couldn't be heard, "Hello?"
"Edward? Is something wrong? You called me last night at three thirty in the morning…" Carlisle, my father, said, followed by a yawn. His voice was concerned, and I could almost see the worried look on his face.
"Carlisle, I need your help...as a doctor." I sighed, thinking about the previous night's events.
"Oh? Are you sick?"
"No. You see, I was driving home last night, and there was this girl, Bella."
"Edward! I thought you were going to wait until marriage!" He reprimanded me.
"NO!" I said in a panicked voice, "We didn't have sex! Carlisle, she was going to jump off St. Marcus bridge. I brought her home. And then she tripped and his the back of her head. She's dizzy, and bloody, and eating my food that I cooked. I'm worried, Carlisle."
"Let me wake Esme to tell her I'm coming over. Give me a half hour and I'll be there."
"Thank you,'' I said and hung up the phone. Whatever was going on with Bella, I was eager to find out.