A Far Cry Of Hope
Chapter 6: Desprate & Hopeless
EDWARD POV
I was such a jack-ass. I'd had the best night of my life, having sex with my gorgeous singer and she thinks I'm a player. Great. Stroming out of my hotel room - great. Acusing me of wanting to seduce and plesaure her more - smashing. Her spit flying onto my face and telling me to leave her alone - why is my life so fucked?
Because she thought I was blowing her off - which I wasn't. This wasn't on. I was going to see if I could talk to her. She'd left about an hour ago. I crept past my brother's rooms, still snoring. Bella's agent, Alice and Jazz were lying asleep on the sofa in each other's arms. I heard groaning from Emmett's room. He was usually the most physical person of us, I'd never slept with anyone before Tanya, but we could never build up to it.
I go past the reception desk and start out to the front doors. I go out and strop dead in my tracks. There was a massive moving lorry, parked on the waiting loading zone, right at the front doors. The words DanceNation were written across it. Oh shit.
I saw a few workmen, loading pieces of stage and light eqipment into the lorry. What was happening? I dashed back into the foyer and skidded to a stop at the reception desk.
"I was just walking past the doors when I spotted the truck out there? Are the DanceNation peeps packing up?"
The receptionist looked up from her work, noticed who it was and fluttered her eyelashes. "Yees, well the main singer demanded that our trial had ended quicker than we thought. She said she may visit us again though.."
I started to panic. I quickly thought of an excuse. "Urm, I was with the singer, Izzybelle I think her name was and she left her bag, with credit cards and her purse in my room. Do you know if she's still here?" I said smoothly.
Her face turned down slightly. "Urm no. Miss Izzybelle decided to head out quickly. Best send the credit cards to the credit card company and they'll send them onto her."
I didn't catch what she started to say as the lorry outside had finnished loading. I ran outside and asked one of the men "Where is it you are going? For the next gig I mean."
A fat lardy bloke muttered "This lot? It's going to the warehouse. DanceNation have their own stage sets all over America. This set is for his part of the land. See ya mate" and with that, he climbed into the high cab.
He started the oil engine, put his foot on the gas and headed onwards. I felt my heart drop. What was I going to do about my Izzy?
Seven Years Later & She's Vannished
NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE FRIST OF THE "4 YEAR LATER" ONES! ALL IN BELLA'S POV EVEN IF ISNT STATED. :)