When we were back in the main hall Edward sat me back down in the chair and proceeded to his. He stayed silent throughout the rest of the meal and when he had finished he beckoned me to his end of the table. I obeyed remembering the sight of the dungeon.
"You are dismissed Isabella, you may now retire to the drawing room. I have a few things to take care of and will join you as soon as I have finished." He said although he wasn't looking at me, he just stared straight ahead with a blank look on his face, his head propped up with his arm resting on the arm of the chair.
"Okay" I said as I turned to leave. I noticed the expression on his face as I said 'okay'. It was one of confusion. I forgot he wasn't exactly normal. I had too much on my mind to think about his vocabulary though. The night of the party I remembered snippets of things like the bathroom mirror in the club being cracked, a stupidly high neon green heel stabbing into my foot on the dance floor and feeling the cold, hard ground beneath me. However I remembered nothing of the events after that, something about a van but I couldn't quite fathom the memory. Although how could I have been put into a van and wound up here, on the set of some horror/action movie set in the 1850's. Maybe I was on some sort of reality show and the people in the house were actors or presenters. There isn't any other possibilities as to what was going on.
Searching for the drawing room, I stopped at a window along the way. It was a small black framed window like something you would find in a castle. I looked through to see the garden which triggered an escape instinct. I lifted the small black latch and opened the window into the hallway. Remembering the magical barrier holding me inside the house I hesitated, then with one quick motion I thrust my hand passed the frame of the window and my heart did a somersault. There was no barrier. I did it again to make sure and wasted no time hoisting the many layers of petticoats and lace of the dress to kneel on the window sill. Wanting nothing more than to speed up the escape process I thrust my arms and torso through the small window shocked at how tight the squeeze was.
My hands found the stone wall behind me and helped me push my waist through, then my thighs followed by my feet which sent my body to the grass beneath the window. The fall was painless and my mind was too focused on the adrenaline rush coursing round my body to stop me from getting up, gathering the front half of my dress and sprinting in the opposite direction of the house. As I came close to the stone wall surrounding the 'Castle', I heard the voices of men shouting from a distance. What they were shouting I couldn't make out. I lunged my body at the wall finding two slots that fit my hands. Pulling myself up I found a small ledge with my left foot, searching for two more slots for my hands further up the wall.
Absorbed in my escape I hadn't noticed Jasper below me. I screamed as he grabbed the bottom of my dress and yanked me down from the wall. My hands left the wall easily and my body landed in jaspers arms, my feet lightly landing on the floor. I was angry more than anything. I was so close, yet sadly so far. I struggled as hard as I could but some other man dressed identical to jasper grabbed my feet and both men carried me inside through a side door. I didn't stop struggling until we came to a set of cream double doors that Alice opened into what I presume was the drawing room. There stood Edward glaring into the fireplace. His face was full of anger, so full I thought he might explode. Jasper and the other man released their holds on me and quickly left the room closing the door. I contemplated tying the door but was brought out of my plan by Edward's voice
"Isabella..."
"Look, im sick of this now, I've tried being nice but obviously that isn't working. I want to go home, I don't know why you took me. I was at a party, im 19, I don't know you and you haven't tried anything with me or killed me so I really don't understand what you want. Why can't you just let me go home.."
"Enough" he strode towards me stopping inches from my body. "I have had enough of these stories of yours Isabella. You are never leaving me. You are mywife! And since you still can't seem to grasp that concept I feel I have to show you?" He growled angrily grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the door and through the corridors. I tried to wrap my head around what he had said but as soon as I did we were outside my room. Edward pulled me through the doors but I grabbed onto the door frame and held on as if I were dangling over a cliff. His hands found my waist and thrust me into his chest where his arms wound around me walking me over to the bed. Once there Edward pushed me against the post at the end of the bed and pressed his chest against my back. I was too scared to struggle or scream so I stayed silent holding the bed post for dear life. His hands dropped to the strings of my dress and he had no problem untying them. He slipped my dress off my shoulders letting it pool on the floor leaving me in my petticoats and my corset. He turned me around and slipped his hand around my neck to the back fisting my hair in his hand and slamming his lips down onto mine. I had never really kissed anyone properly before now so it was unfamiliar to me, but also interesting. His free hand scooped around my waist lifting my entire frame and dropping me onto the bed and letting his own body trap mine. His hands were everywhere until I noticed where they were heading. I broke our kiss
"Edward no, please no, please.." I started to cry at the thought of what he was going to do. "Edward please, I'm sorry please...please!" I screamed the last one which triggered something in him, stopping his hands in their tracks and quickly sitting up on the bed. I wasn't too bad and my crying subsided after a minute.
"Forgive me" His stern manly voice said "I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay...how about we just go to sleep, you can stay if you want" My voice was shaky. I only offered because I was quite scared and he also looked like he had just killed me so I felt a pang of guilt. I shifted myself up to the headboard and pulled the covers up to my waist. Edward stood and walked towards the bedside table, slipping his coat off and hanging it on a chair. He sat on the bed and removed his shoes, lying on top of the covers staring at the canopy above the bed. As I drifted off to sleep I felt a hand squeeze my own gently.
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