So heres the next chapter! Sorry it took so long!
After last time I received a few reviews from people being slightly confused!
The black haired girl in the picture with Bella is obviously Alice! And the smaller girl is obviously Alice's daughter (I wrote a description of the girl)
Some people thought that Bella had a daughter which is a big no no!
Please keep reading to find out what happens
BPOV
I looked into his eyes and knew that he was overthinking whatever was going through his mind. He kept looking at my knees and it made me self-conscious. I knew he wasn't looking any higher, but the knowledge that I wasn't wearing stockings anymore made my shiver all over. Nobody had seen my body like this in a long time. Since Edward had made his views on my work outfit clear I managed to cover up every single day. I realised I was stalling when I looked up from my knees and saw Edward looking back into my eyes, he was handing the crutches out to me. I smiled, embarrassed at my delayed response and took them from him. I struggled to get out of the bed, looking at him briefly only to see him torn, his hands tight to him sides and his fists clenched.
I managed to get to the edge of the bed by myself and pulled myself up onto the crutches. I tried my hardest not to fall anywhere mainly to save my own embarrassment. I nearly stood perfectly if it wasn't for the fact my left crutch wasn't flat on the ground. As I put my weight on the crutch it slipped forward and so did I, I squeezed my eyes shut ready for the impact. Before I could cause any more damage to myself a strong pair of hands pulled me upright by my waist and a hard body collided with mine, making it stand straighter that ever before. I was frozen in place, gripping onto the crutches even though they weren't really touching the floor properly anymore.
I could feel Edward's breath on my face and his hands tightening on my waist. I couldn't yet bring myself to look at him.
"Open your eyes"
I shivered at his deep voice; it reverberated through me and gave me the confidence to obey.
Opening my eyes I saw his directly opposite mine. The deep green shade bore into my mind like nothing I've ever experienced. I wanted to kiss him.
Wait what?
Kiss him?!
I couldn't! I wouldn't!
EPOV
I wanted to kiss her. I needed to. Her soft lips were there, waiting for mine to meet them.
I tightened my hands on her waist again, loving the feeling of my clothes on her.
"I'm sorry" she finally spoke
The tension between us was becoming far too intense to be able to continue any conversation comfortably.
"I should probably... you know" I mumbled, not wanting to move away but needing to leave the hospital.
"Oh… yeah of course, I'll just um…" She began to adjust her crutches on the ground securely. When I was assured they were safe on the floor I slowly and regrettably let go of her perfect waist.
Don't get too ahead of yourself; you remember what happened last time!
We looked at each other uncomfortably one more time before heading out to the car.
The car journey was quieter than before and I didn't have a clue what to say.
BPOV
After being settled in the car and telling him where I needed to be dropped off, I felt much more secure. I wasn't looking at him anymore which was a relief. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to control myself if I looked at him in the eyes again.
"Did I do something wrong?" Suddenly he spoke, it shocked me but it felt good to hear his voice again
"No, I'm sorry" I replied pathetically
"Then why aren't you speaking?" he retorted intently
I didn't know what to say so I just remained quiet for a while until I could think of something to reply with… nothing came.
"You don't have to give me the shirt back you know, you seem to like it a lot" I noticed his eyes flicked down to my hands which were absentmindedly playing with the seams of the shirt, gripping it in my hands.
"Oh, no I couldn't I mean it's the shirt" I spoke before my mind could help itself
Silence filled the car and I knew I had slipped up. My eyes widened at my hands and I froze completely when I heard his sharp intake of air.
"What did you just say?" he reiterated. The tension in the car building with the cold tone of his voice.
"Oh nothing just that it's your shirt, so it's not mine and I'll give it back to you right away because it's not mine and you let me borrow it and well it's not mine it's yours and I ju-" I rambled incessantly trying to fill up time before I arrived at my destination
"You didn't say my shirt. You said the shirt. Why did you choose those words Isabella" he spoke in a cold and calculated tone. His hands gripped the steering wheel and I shivered in fear at what would happen next.
"I didn't say that, I just meant it's yours it's not mine an-" I continued, too scared to say anything else
"STOP!" he shouted loudly, making me jump and grip onto the offending shirt tighter than ever before
Silence filled the car again and I recognised where we were, I knew that I would be out of the car soon enough. I hoped that he would leave it until I was able to escape.
Thankfully nothing else was said until we pulled up to my apartment. I wanted to jump out and run but as soon as my hands grasped for my crutches, his hand flew and pressed the internal locking system.
I was trapped. So close to home yet in so much trouble.
"Now are you going to tell me the truth?" he implored, still furious and gripping onto the steering wheel once again.
"I … please don't be angry with me Edwar-" I began shakily talking before he interrupted me again
"JUST. !" I could hear the fury in his voice and I didn't want to delay any longer.
"He told me not to say anything, please don't be angry at him it's my fault it really is" I rambled expecting to be interrupted but only meeting silence
I heard him laugh quietly beside me and hazarded a glance only to see him lowering his head and shaking it, his eyes clenched shut.
"What did he say to you" he demanded quietly still angry
"Just that you don't give out clothes willingly and that I must mean something to you for you to have given it to me… but I don't believe it Edward, I know how you think about me. Even more so now, just please don't blame your father he's such a nice man!" after my speech I noticed him lift his head slightly
"Did he say anything else, about the shirt?"
"Um, something about it not being his story to tell and that if I wanted to know, to ask you. But I don't want to know anything, in fact… here" I began taking the shirt off. Not wanting to have to be in any debt to him. He scared the living daylights out of me and I didn't want to have to be subject to that, over a shirt.
"What are you doing?" he asked, briefly looking at me
I had fully taken the shirt off now and threw it into his lap, his head snapped down and looked at it immediately. I grabbed my shirt together and began to grab my belongings. I clawed at the lock trying to get it to open and failed many times cursing under my breath.
EPOV
I watched her struggling with the lock and couldn't help but feel guilty. She wanted to get as far away as possible. I looked back down to my lap at the shirt. It looked exactly how I had found it in the trash that night. I knew then that I couldn't throw something away that meant so much to me. Even if it did make me a pussy, I would keep hold of it. That was something that was a hard lesson to learn after everything happened.
"Stop it Isabella" I begged quietly, she didn't hear and still tried pulling at the lock to get out.
"Isabella please" I begged again, nothing.
"Isabella!" I exclaimed louder causing her to jump a little. A shot hit straight into my heart and my throat dropped. I hated making her feel this way. I looked at her, trying to hold her shirt together, her smooth and perfect stomach appearing, her bruised and bandaged legs shaking. Her face was hidden from me. She looked so pathetic and it was all my fault.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done anything, I know what you think of me, please, just let me go!" she begged quietly, I could hear her voice halting.
"You don't need to apologise Isabella, you have no idea how I think of you, just please look at me!" I begged back, wanting to atone for my outburst.
"I can't" she confessed quietly
"Why not?" I asked curiously
She didn't reply and I knew what I needed to do.
I took the shirt in my hands and offered it to her. She automatically refused but I wouldn't accept that.
I pulled the shirt over her head and reached for her arm to put through one of the sleeves. She wouldn't co-operate.
"Please Bella, don't leave the car looking like that, I can't protect you if I'm not here"
She laughed under her breath, I knew best to ignore it rather than antagonise the situation.
She unwillingly put the shirt back on. Still leaning into the car door.
"Look Bella I'm sorry I got angry, I wish I could explain but… it's hard for me" I couldn't tell her, I just couldn't. "Let me help you" I reached forward for her satchel but she pulled it the other way. The clasp snapped open and all of her paperwork fell out.
She gasped loudly when a photograph revealed itself and snatched it back away. I reached at the same time for the exact same thing. Her hands viciously slapped at mine when they touched the photograph and I looked at her.
"Bella, I'm trying to help, what's the problem, I've seen them befo-" I confessed, realising that I'd just made the very same mistake she did
Her head snapped up to mine and her eyes looked shocked beyond belief.
"What?!" she was aghast
"I mean, it's just a picture isn't it" I tried to scramble together some discretion for my behaviour and failed.
"You've seen them before?! How?!" she implored, clutching her bag and filed to her chest tightly.
"I may have looked once or twice… I mean, no harm done right?!" I hoped that would suffice. My way with words was failing me.
The atmosphere in the car had entirely changed from earlier; it was the exact opposite actually. I now wanted to jump out of the car while she was trapping me.
"No harm done?! You went through my bag, Edward! How dare you!?" she was very angry
"If it's any consolation I like them!" I tried again
"It is NO consolation at ALL! I can't believe you would invade my privacy like that! You're my boss Edward, you have no right to go through my personal belongings! How could you!" she was outraged and snapping at me as I had before.
I started to think about my actions and how people might feel in this situation when I'm the one shouting. I didn't like it and it was a huge wake up call to me.
"Please calm down Bella, there's no need to be this angry!" I begged
"CALM DOWN!? That's rich coming from the hulk himself! Not ten minutes ago were you hurling words at me for talking to your father! No need to be this angry?! How about the hundreds of times you treating me like shit and kicked me to the bottom of the barrel just because you've been having a bad day! Not once did I ever reprimand you, I just took it because I'm your employee! That's all I am after all! Isn't that right Sir! And that's all I'll ever be!"
She lunged over quickly and flicked the switch to unlock the car and before I could say another word she was half way up her drive and punching in the code to open the front door to her apartment!
I jumped out of the car when the shock had finally worn off and quickly ran up the drive after her, locking my car only as I'd just slipped through the closing door she had opened.
I listened for the elevator and followed the stairs, halting at every level to hear if it was still going.
I needed to get to her and apologise now!
BPOV
I couldn't believe the audacity!
How can he be so hot and cold and then have the cheek to tell ME to calm down when he goes through my private property! I hobbled out of the elevator and struggled with my keys at my front door. I could hear his pathetic ass storming up the stairs after me. Frankly I never wanted to see the man again. Just as I was about to shut my front door an expensive shoe stuck its way in the gap and the door was wrenched open but none other than an out of breath asshole of a boss.
"Please, let me apologise Bella!"
"Oh so it's definitely Bella now, you're in a good mood with me so it's Bella, I'm not Isabella or Staff anymore huh!" I frowned and threw it back at him.
"I fucked up! I know! Please let me at least try and talk to you!"
"I don't want to know sir! I'm in a lot of pain and I just want to go to bed!"
"Let me help you into bed at least" he simply stated
I felt like I'd been slapped in the face
"Oh really!" I laughed back at him!
"No! I didn't mean it like that! Please just let me explain! I'll tell you everything"
"Good afternoon Sir" I slammed the door shut, his foot was already removed so I didn't cause him any harm unfortunately.
I just wanted to crawl away and die in a hole.
Why was everything so hard for me!
EPOV
I slumped against her door and hit my head with my hands multiple times
"Idiot! Idiot! idiot!" I moaned frustrated at my actions
Victoria had often slammed doors in my face but it was never my fault before. Now that it was I felt horrified at my actions. My father raised me better than this. Better than to talk to girls like that.
I knew better than to shout at Bella whenever I was annoyed but I couldn't help it. It just annoyed me that I wasn't in control of every situation. That she had control over me and my feelings. Of course she did! I didn't like but I did in another sense. I wanted her to want to talk to me. I wanted her to wear my shirt!
My shirt.
That stupid fucking shirt is involved in every single fucking trouble I've had. Why didn't I just throw the damn thing away.
I needed to talk to Bella and apologise for everything
Apologise for my actions
Apologise for every bad thing I've ever said.
A girl hasn't made me feel this desperate and pathetic since Victoria. And this time around, I'm not ashamed to feel those things. It's a driving force for me, it's helping me to try and resolve everything.
I want resolve everything. I need to. For the same of Bella's welfare and my peace of mind I needed to fix things.
The sound of soft crying from behind the door I was leaning against tore my heart open.
I would never make my Bella cry again.
Right theres another chapter! I hope you like it!
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