A/N: Thanks for reading guys!

Chapter Three

I felt a cramp in my left shoulder and rolled over. Someone was snoring beside, well not right in front of me. I opened my eyes and popped up on my right elbow. Edward. He had his eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping peacefully. He a slight snoring sound rung out as he inhaled. He doesn't look harmful at all when he's like this. He lay on his left side facing me. The little sliver of light from the crack in the curtain behind me created a silver face of light across his nose and cheek bone. But he did graze my knee with that damn bullet. I lifted my hand and his breathing hitched. Please be asleep. His breathing regulated and I gently followed the light on his face with my index and middle fingers. My mind was blank for the moment. His eyes tensed and his jaw flexed. Oh Edward, what's going through your mind right now? His pleasant sleep seemed to vanish. I rolled back over and looked at the clock 5:30am. A few minutes later – ten maybe – I heard the sheets rustle on his side as he got up and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I pulled the cover up and instantly fell back asleep.

When I woke up this time the clock read 6:42 and Edward was just walking in the main door to our room.

"Oh good, you're up." I pulled myself into a sitting position and watched as he walked back over to the bed. "I brought breakfast." He said as he held up a tray. I crossed my legs and smoothed the bed out so he could set the food down. When it was placed in front of me he walked back over to his side and sat cross legged like me. He pulled the tray between the two of us and gabbed a grape. "You are welcome to anything on the tray." It crunched as he bit down. The tray had two chocolate chip muffins, a bagel with regular cream cheese, a few strips of bacon, some eggs, and a bowl of fruit. "Are you just going to look at the food?" he asked. God, he must think I'm stupid. I grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and popped it in my mouth. It was delicious and quickly followed by 3 more. I picked up the bagel next as he went for the bacon and eggs. "You don't say much."

"What's there to say?" I asked.

"Fair enough. So how was college for you?"

"Good." I took a bite of the bagel.

"Common, there has to be something you can say about it. What did you major in? How did you meet that girl you were with? Did you have a job while you were there?" I looked at him. Why are you being so talkative today?

"English, We were assigned to be roommates the first year we attended plus we're in the same program, and only for a while. I tried working in the college bookstore but didn't end up staying cause of how much reading and writing I had to do." He nodded. "So uh, what have you been up to?" I asked awkwardly.

"Well after we graduated high school my parents split and were always fighting so I left and got a job. I couldn't get you off my mind though so last summer I quit my job and put my efforts into finding you. You're not an easy person to find you know." He said. His parents split? From what I heard they were always the perfect family. Had money and loved each other… I nodded and finished the last bite of my bagel. We both picked up our last items; the chocolate chip muffins. I peeled the top off mine and set it back down, starting to each the bottom first. Edward stared at me like I was crazy.

"What?"

"Nothing." He said and shook his head.

"I eat it this way because the top of the muffin is always the best part. 'Save the best for last' and all that." I waved my hand around in a circle. He nodded and we finished our breakfast in silence. "Well, uh, thanks for breakfast. I'm going to go take a shower now though…" I said sticking my thumb in the direction of the bathroom. I got up and slowly walked to the bathroom.

I closed the door and looked in the mirror. The dress I was still wearing was now crinkled, my makeup was smudged making me look like a raccoon, and my hair was sure going to be fun to take out. Not. I pulled the pins out and let then clink against the counter as they fell. Once I was sure they were wall out I pulled my dress up over my head since there was no zipper to let me step out of it. I unclasped my bra and slid my panties down and stepped into the tub. The water was warm and I let it fall over my shoulders best I could while trying to keep my hair dry. There was no shampoo, conditioner, or soap. I'll just have to do with the hot water I guess. I scrubbed my body the best I could with my hand then shut the water off. I heard a door close just outside. I pulled a towel from the rack and cracked the door open.

"It's just me." Edwards voice rang out. I stepped out to look at him. The bags the girls from last night were sitting on the bed and he was riffling through them. I cleared my throat and he looked my way.

A pair of jean shorts landed in my arms, and a blue tank top came next. I turned around and walked into the bathroom. I had just put my bra back on when I heard a knock on the door. I peeked my head around the door. He lifted his hand; a pair of black panties were hanging off his finger. I blushed, grabbed them, and quickly shut the door. I slipped on the black garment; they were a bit small, exposing a bit of my butt, but it still looked good so I shrugged. I pulled the shorts on followed by the tank. All in all the clothes fit pretty well. I opened the door and walked back out. Shuffling through the pile of clothes, now out of the bags and on the bed, I grabbed a black cardigan I saw and put it on.

"Thanks for gabbing these for me." I said and joined him on the bed. He just nods, so I walk over and cautiously sit cross legged in front of him.

It looks like he's drawn back into himself; like he was last night before we picked up the girl, and before he pulled the trigger at me. Suddenly he turns and bends down to shuffle through the drawer of the night stand. A moment later he come back up holding the gun. My breath hitches and I move to back up.

"No" he breaths out and gently grabs my wrist to stop me. My movement halts as he flips over my right wrist and opens my hand. Then he gently places the gun in my hand and releases me. I look at my hand, the gun, the gun in my hand. What? I look up at him and he is watching my face. "Go on." He says meaning for me to take my shot at him. I don't. I drop the gun. Why would he…?

"I don't want to shoot you." I say seriously as a few tears slip out. His eyes show the slightest glimpse of admiration? Hope? He leans in to kiss me but I lean back shaking my head. His eyes look troubled, tormented even. He looks like he just needs someone to love him. I can't love him can I? Do I? He nods and picks up the gun putting it back in the drawer. Did that seriously just happen? Why didn't I take my chance and run? I'm so confused right now. Because he's not going to hurt you, not seriously at least. Maybe because I deserve to be here. Maybe I do like him. I answer myself. I'm going crazy, since when do I think to myself? He gets up off the bed.

"Let's go." He grabs my hand and pulls me up. It takes up half an hour to pack up our stuff and make our way to check out. He thanks the lady for her hospitality and we exit to the SUV.

After checking my phone – 3:18 – I see my battery light flashing. Still having 20% I put it back in my pocket and look at the road. "Where are we going?" I ask quietly, he passes a car doing 90mph.

"For and early dinner." He says and signals to turn into the diner. He pulls into a spot and I watch as he sticks the gun in the back of the waist band on his pants. I get out of the car and start walking to the door. The hosts seats us at a table close to the door. It's fairly busy and the restaurant is buzzing with quiet energy. It has a bar type of feeling and décor. The menu is short and simple but filled with tasty food. I order the chicken casadia with fries, while he orders a classic burger and fries. We make small talk until our food comes. The table is silent while we both eat our meal. Mine is delicious, the chicken is nice and tender with melted cheese, onion and pepper. His burger also looks very good though. We quickly finish our meal and he stands.

"Where are you going?" I demand in a whisper. "We have to pay for this." He shakes his head and motions for me to go. I sit back in my chair and cross my arms. He raises an eye brow darkly at me and sighs. Pulling out his wallet he throws a couple bucks on the table; enough for a tip. When I look back at him he is challenging me. I compliantly get up and follow fearing if I put anymore he'll do something unpleasant.

We walk out of the restaurant unseen and quickly make our way to the car. We get in and he pulls out before I even have my seat belt on. I can't believe we just did that. Glancing over at him he looks tense, angry even. After driving for a few minutes he pulls over and just sits there. "I'm sorry." I say quietly, even though I'm not quite sure why I'm doing it. He turns to me.

"Why didn't you just follow my lead?"

"Cause it's wrong, we should have pai-"

"We almost got caught because of that. We could have easily gotten away with it!" he says mad.

"But-"

"No, next time follow my lead." He points his finger at me then slaps my face. My hand flies to my cheek trying to ease the sting. "Bella" he gasps and grabs my face then kisses me. What? He kisses around my mouth and on my cheek between whispering 'I'm sorry'. I'm so confused I want to cry. I don't get him. "Here let me see." He says and gently turns my face. I let him. He places one final kiss after inspecting it and tells me it should be okay. I shrug away from him and he rights himself in his seat.

He puts his head in his hands as I let out a few tears. I remember my phone. "We have to go back to the residence." I say fearing making him angrier.

"Bella" he says in warning.

"No, we have to, I need my phone charger, and clothes, money, shampoo and co-" he sighs.

"Alright." He says and pulls back on the road in the direction of the residence.