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"Edward……?" I mumbled. That stopped him, right in his place, and he looked down at me oddly.
"Isabella, please let me pick you up and take you to your bed and we can…..discuss things," he said, over enunciating his last two words. His throat expanding with each syllable.
If this was how you can get answers then do it! my brain said. So I listened. I clutched the bat tightly to my chest and nodded my head at him.
"Will you please put down that thing?" he asked impatiently.
"Fuck no. If you want to pick me up then you pick Mr. Bat up as well," I said back, my grip growing tighter on the bat incase he tried to take it from me.
But he didn't, just rolled his eyes comically and slipped his arm under my legs and his other arm around my back. He lifted me easily, walked to fast over to my bed, and set me down so soft……like I a was a glass doll. Then he adjusted the pillows behind me and pulled the covers up over my knees. I was slightly stunned at all of this so when he sat on the end of my bed I didn't talk first.
"Do you really want to know about me, Bella?" Edward asked, slightly startling me. "Will it make you fell better? Stronger? Smarter?"
"No but-" I stared to say.
"But nothing, Isabella," he said. "When you learn what I am it will ruin your life."
"How do you know? Can you see my future or something? Do you know what I am going to do next?" I said, pushing the covers back.
Edward sighed and shook his head.
"Look just listen to what I have to say," I said, leaning forward. He looked at me, his head cocked to the side, then nodded. I took a large and deep breath. "Okay. See a friend of mine was telling me these Native American legends and he said something about cold ones and I asked him who they were and he said that they were the Cullen's and then I asked what exactly the cold ones were and he said that were vampires. And then the day before that I looked you up on an ancestor search and I found this article from the 1918 and it was about this doctor, Carlisle Cullen, who had gone missing and his last patient, Edward Anthony Masen, who had also gone missing. And then under the article were two pictures, one of the doctor Cullen and then one of……one of….." I said, slowing down.
"Of me?" Edward asked, looking at me intently.
"Yes," I said, my voice small.
He sighed again, looking down at the carpet. I was really getting sick of this. If he wasn't going to tell me anything then he needed to get the fuck out of my room.
I sat there and waited incase he was going to say anything. I counted to sixty slowly in my head before giving up on him. I sighed then got up from the bed and stood by the window.
I practiced how I would tell him to get out in my head. I was slightly freaked out at the idea of telling him how it is. But I just had to do it.
Look, Edward, if all your gonna do is just sit here and stare at the floor then you can just get the fuck out.
"But I am not just sitting here staring at the floor," Edward said suddenly, scaring the fuck out of me.
"What did you say?" I asked. I was completely stunned. Did that fucker just read my mind?
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New rule; if you comment, you get a five sentence teaser for the next chapter!