The Curse of Destiny
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I wish I did, but I don't. I own this plot line (originally it was a short story I wrote for a college class and I decided to turn it into a longer fanfiction story). I hope you all like it.
Description: The doctors threw around the term "Stockholm's Syndrome." All Bella knew was that she missed her kidnapper and wasn't sure how to function without him anymore. She needed him and she had to get back to him…somehow. Could she love Edward, the man who had both abducted her and stolen her heart? Could she live without him? Time will tell…
Author's Note: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! I am glad you all like my strong Bella. She will remain strong, but our Edward will manage to break through a few layers of ice in this chapter. What do you think of this Edward? Interested to know more about him? This chapter opens it up a little…there is still a lot left to say about him though.
I decided to update 2-3 times a week. I hope you are all happy so far. Please read and review to let me know. I had surgery this week, so I am a little behind with posting. My apologies! Here is the next chapter. You are all wonderful! Please enjoy!
Chapter 6 – Breaking Through
Bella is starting to lose track of time. There is no way for her to tell if it is day or night. She goes by her body's impulses. She eats when he brings her food. She swallows the food mechanically refusing to allow herself to taste the food to see if it is any good. She showers, eats, sleeps, and then stares at the wall. She still refuses to speak to Edward.
Edward is unsure how long Bella will continue the silent treatment. She has been with him for ten days now and she has spoken a word since the first day. "You are hurting me now by keeping me locked up as a prisoner!" She had screamed in his face. Running his hand through his already ruffled hair he sat down at his small kitchen table. He had to make her see it. He had to make her understand why he had taken her, but right now was not the time. She was not ready to hear anything from him. Not only that, but she wouldn't believe anything he said right now. Edward stands back up and goes to the stove. He is making her pancakes for breakfast. At least she is eating now he thinks with relief. However, the mechanical way she eats and the unemotional way she reacts to anything has him worried. She is still beautiful. She has always been beautiful. She is beautiful, innocent, and pure. That vile boy in the alley had tried to take that away from her. Edward should have killed him. He realized that now, but he saw his chance to take Bella away with him and he wasn't sure when or if he would have another one. Her parents watched her like a hawk most of the time. This was the only way.
He arranged pancakes, warmed syrup, milk, orange juice, and bacon on a plate along with a plate for himself. He was going to try and eat with her today. He wanted to spend more time with her, but he was giving her some space. He carried the tray down the hall and to her room. He heard her in the bathroom, so he set the small tray down on her bed and sat down at the foot of the bed. She emerged less than five minutes later and barely looked at him. Her hair was wet and tangled down her back in glossy, brown locks.
"I made pancakes." Edward said softly.
Bella nodded, but said nothing. She made her way over to her bed and sat as far away with him as she could.
"Mind if I join you today?" He asked.
Bella didn't say anything, but a snort escaped her. Now he was going to be polite? He hadn't asked her if she minded having a needle stuck in her arm or if she minded being kept here as a prisoner. But by all means, ask if he can eat with her. She found it quite humorous.
Edward looked at her curiously when she started laughing. He was confused by what brought it on. It wasn't a carefree laugh; it had a nervous edge to it. Bella ignored his confusion and picked up a piece of bacon and ate it quickly without tasting it. Edward wanted to get her to talk and he realized he would do anything to make it happen.
"If you talk to me, then I will take you outside today." He whispered.
Bella looks at him and he sees hope in her beautiful brown eyes. He knows she will speak to him just for the chance to leave this room.
"How long have I been in this room?" She asks, her voice cracking after going so long without use.
"Ten days." He tells her. Bella sags down slightly. It has felt much longer than ten days to her. She felt like it had been months. "What else would you like to know?" He asks in a voice, smooth like velvet.
Bella cleared his throat. "How old are you?" She asked. He seemed to be close to her age, but she wasn't sure.
Edward looked into her beautiful brown eyes and felt a physical ache go through him. "I'm eighteen years old. I…" He paused unsure what else to say.
Bella's eyes cloud with anger. "I'm sixteen, but I'm sure you probably knew that." She says with anger. Edward won't say anything, but he is relieved that she still possesses that fire. "How long have you been stalking me?" She asks loudly.
Edward swallows a lump in his throat and pops a piece of bacon in his mouth. He is trying to figure out the best way to answer it, so he uses the bacon to buy him a little time. "I have been aware of you for the past two years, since I was near sixteen. You…you fascinate me. I…I knew you were it for me." He manages to say. It's not exactly what he wanted to say, but it is something.
Bella nearly chokes on her milk. She sets it down and looks at him. Anger is still the dominant feature on her face, but confusion is also there. "Did you go to school with me?"
Edward shook his head. "I wasn't allowed to go to school. My father…" He cringed. "My father thought he could give me a better education at home." He whispered.
Bella felt something shift in her as she listened to him. "Does he live here?" She whispered.
Edward looked at her in confusion, but the pain in his eyes was evident. "No. When I was seventeen, I ran away. I got my GED and made some money. I got this place." He looks embarrassed. "I know it isn't much, but until I get my inheritance from my uncle it will work."
"Your inheritance?" Bella asks not understanding.
Edward nodded. "My uncle was a very wealthy man. His lawyer gave me all the papers six months ago. When I turn 21, I will inherit his estate. I will be able to offer you the world, Isabella." He told her seriously.
Bella's anger revived. "I don't want anything from you! I want to go home!"
Edward sighed. "That is because you don't understand." He said simply.
"Then explain it to me!" Bella exclaims in annoyance.
Edward ran a hand through his hair and his green eyes looked troubled. "I will in time, but you wouldn't believe me now." He says softly.
Bella huffs in exasperation. "Try me."
Edward stands up. "I will. Tonight. I promise. But for now, I promised you we would go outside if you talked to me. And I am a man of my word. It's important to me that you know that."
Thoughts on this chapter? I am excited for you to get into Edward's head. It is going to be fun. Please let me know what you think. I am already 3/4ths of the way done with the next chapter, so if I get enough interest I will post it tomorrow. . Please review!