But I can't even protect myself. The words rang in her ear over and over again, and that's when she lost it. Her strong façade that she tried so hard to keep up fell the instant he said those words. He was in danger, and she knew it. All she could do was cry.
She felt Edward's arms wrap around her as he slid her onto his lap. She buried her face in his shirt and let it soak up her salty tears. She shivered as if she was being caged in by an icicle, but it was the best feeling in the world. To be locked in his arms again made her feel so safe and secure that she forgot all about Jacob and his warmth. She felt his lips kiss the top of her head. The sensation still lingered in the moments after that. "Bella," he whispered again, "why are you crying?"
"Because I missed you." She sniffled. "But Edward," she lifted her head so that she could look into his eyes, "I don't want you gone again."
He started stroking her back, and Bella continued crying. Then he went rigid. His hand stopped at her lower back and his rocking became still. He wasn't breathing, though he didn't have to, but it still made her wary of what was going on. She listened. All she heard was the thump of her heart and the silence of Edward's.
A low growl escaped from Edward's chest and Bella could feel the vibration of it against her cheek. Ever so softly, Edward picked Bella up off his lap keeping her in a ball form, and gently set her back down on the bed. Then he stood up and walked over to the window and unlocked it. No! Bella thought. Don't go! Please! Then she said it out loud. "Edward! Don't!" she yelled. He motioned for her to be quiet and not to worry.
She heard the door swing open with fury and bang against the wall.
"I knew I smelled something off, blood sucker," the figure at my bedroom door spat out.