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Chapter 34

I am not going to be full

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"No," he said and pulled me closer.

"Let me go, please," I asked him again. I heard him huff.

"Can you…?" He thought about it for a minute. "Can I kiss you for the last time?" he asked as he bent down. What?

Hell, no!

"How dare you even try to kiss me?" I said and pulled away. I pulled my hand back and slapped him hard. "Do that shit somewhere else!" I said and turned around to leave. I opened the door and started to cry as I slammed it behind me.

I had no idea how in hell I had made it home. I went inside and ignored Alice. I quickly ran to my room and fell onto my bed. I cried hard for hours.

I couldn't think of anything else. My mind was going back to that moment. The moment he ruined everything. The pain in my chest was something I hadn't felt before in my whole life. I'd never felt so … empty.

I felt like someone had punched me in my heart and then put his hand in me and pulled my heart out. I was empty and in pain. I felt dizzy and my stomach was not in the best condition.

How could Edward do that to me? I thought we were… in love. You just don't tell your love that you are leaving them like that. Because he left me. He left me alone and he knew I needed him. I need his arms around me, his emerald green eyes looking at me.

And now what? What are we? Friends? No. When you tell the love of your life that you want to be friends, it is the same thing as your dog dying and your mother letting you keep it.

It's just stupid and… and… crazy. Because Edward was that. The love of my life. I trusted him. I gave myself to him and he just left me because… he thinks he is a robber?

I knew from the very beginning, when we met at the Bank that our relationship would be different and weird because I was a hostage after all. But he wasn't a criminal. The Bank was his father's bank for fucks sake! He was neither a thief nor a kidnapper.

He thought he was a robber.

Even the word made me sick. Robbers were evil creatures.

Creatures? Anyone could be a robber. Even Edward.

No! Edward would never kill anything or anybody. Robbers were killers. Edward was not.

I let a sob escape my throat as I hugged the pillow tighter and I brought my parents' and Edward's faces in my mind.

It was so unfair. So many years after my parents' death I was able to really love someone again. I felt that I was loved by someone who was not a family member. I was loved and now I am suffering because I fell in love.

I was so stupid to let myself love someone so much. And it wasn't my little man's fault. It was my fault! I should have…

I should…

This is so fucked up!

…

An hour and a long bath later, I got a call from the hospital. It was my man. He wanted to go home. So I got ready and headed to the hospital.

Once I arrived there, I saw a big man-

Emmett.

"Hello, Emmett." He turned around and when he saw me, he put a sad look on his face.

"Are you okay Emmett?" I asked him. He blinked a few times and then he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. "Are you trying to say something?" I asked slowly.

"Yes," Emmett said. "I mean, why are you asking me if I am okay?" he asked in disbelief.

"You are in a hospital," I remind him.

"Oh yeah. Rose, broke a finger."

"What? Is she okay?" I asked.

"She will come out shortly," he said, pointing to a white door. "Are you okay, Bella?" he asked.

"Yes I am fine. Why wouldn't I-" I stopped when I saw his face. He had the sad look again.

Pity.

"I am fine," I repeated, whispering the phrase. "I have to go to my grandfather," I said and started walking towards my man's room.

I opened the door and saw him up, suitcase in hand, ready to leave.

"Finally! They feed me something like shit here!" he said with a happy-angry face. I smiled at him and went to hug him. "How are you, my love?" he asked me.

"I am good grandpa," I said smiling sadly. That didn't go unnoticed.

"Hmm," he said and put his arm around my shoulder, kissing my head. "Let's go home, eh?" I nodded.

…

When we got home, I undressed, put on my pyjamas and went to the living room. I grabbed the remote and starting changing the channels, not even noticing what I was doing.

"You know, if you realize you are not going to be full, then stop," my grandpa said from behind me. That was me and my father's joke. We used to eat together and when he or I didn't stop eating one of us would say "If you realize you are not going to be full, then stop." It was a way to tell each other, you know… Stop eating. Just for fun.

And that was not only when we ate. When I was younger I used to run around the house all day, playing with anything I could find. When my father said it was bed time he always…

"It's time for bed, honey!" he said when he found me on the couch with my dolls.

"Can't I play just a little more?" I asked him, puppy eyeing.

"Sorry, but no. You know if you realize you are not-"

"Going to be full, then stop! I know, I know!" I said jumping off the couch.

"Come here, angel," he said picking me up. He walked towards my room and opened the door.

"Do you want me to read a story for you?" he asked smiling.

"Yeah! Story!" I said smiling too.

"I am not going to be full," I said to my grandpa as I stopped thinking about my father.

"Then stop."

"I can't."

"Why?" he asked as he sat down with me.

"I don't know," I huffed. "I want something to distract me," I whispered. "But there isn't anything." I added.

"Well you know," he started. "You can always…" he stopped as he looked at me with puppy eyes like I used to do when I was younger.

"I can always what?"

"I don't want to pressure you, but you can always call your granny and tell her about the piano." Yes! What a nice idea!

"Mmm, why not?" I said quietly, mostly to myself.

"I would love to hear you sing and play."

"You know I don't play," I said and put my hand on his cheek.

"Well, you do know a couple of songs," he whispered, smiling.

"Yeah, that I do," I said. "And I am going to call her now," I said and stood up from the couch. I went in the kitchen and grabbed the phone. I dialled my granny's number and waited.

"Hello?" my grandmother asked.

"Hi, grandma!" I said, a bit excited.

Hi, honey!" she said happily.

"How are you grandma?"

"I am good. I am sure you want something." Mmm, how did she know?

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I know everything," she replied.

"Of course you do," I laughed. "Anyway, you are right. I want something," I said.

"And what is that?"

"I want to come and get mom's piano," I answered.

"Oh honey," she said sadly.

"What is it grandma?" I asked panicking.

"Isabella, don't get mad," she whispered.

"What is it? You are scaring me!"

"Your grandfather sold the piano. Not Anthony." WHAT? He sold my mom's piano?

"Why did he do it?" Damn! My other grandfather was dead! Nice!

"I don't know honey," she said sadly.

"Do you know at least to who he sold it?" I was so going to get it back.

"Mmm, yes. I think he sold it to a man," she said. "What was his name?" she asked herself. "Oh yes! Edward Cullen."

A/N

Yeah, yeah I know.

The thing I don't know is the date of my next update. I am really sorry but I have to spend some time with my little man.

I am writing chapter 35 so don't worry. Just give me a little break… It's Christmas anyway! I beg you! And I say that, because in your reviews you write... "Please please, update soon," I want so much to update the chapter just then because you have asked but its really hard for me to say WAIT… I like those review though… So keep going..

Thank you,

And I love you,

Sofia

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