I woke up next to Bella, my nose nuzzled into her hair. I lifted my head slowly, not wanting to awaken her, and got out of bed. I noticed the television was still on, so I turned that off, and went to get breakfast.
Once I was back upstairs, Bella was awake, and sitting on the couch. I smiled, and sat next to her. She leaned her head onto my chest, and sighed. I looked down at her, and she was smiling. I couldn't help but grin at the sight of her.
"Edward," She began, "I was wondering if…"
She was interrupted by my phone.
I rolled my eyes ignoring the phone. "Continue Bella,"
"No, its okay," She smiled reassuringly. "It might be work; I think you should take it."
I hesitated for a moment, "Okay." I sighed and got up.
Once out of the room, I answered the phone.
"Mr. Cullen," A woman with a heavy French accent started, "I'm calling to remind you about the meeting you have scheduled for this morning at 10. Would you like me to send a car to pick you up?"
Crap. I completely forgot about the meeting. I swear I thought I had nothing planned for today. I was going to bring Bella out to a nice lunch, and then take a tour of the city… I guess it's all ruined now, great.
"…Mr. Cullen? Are you there?"
"Yes, sorry. A car would be nice, thank you."
"It'll be there to pick you up in half an hour. Have a good day Mr. Cullen."
"Thank you." I hung up the phone, and went back to the sofa.
"Is everything okay?" Bella asked.
"Yeah, but I have to work today… I'm sorry Bella." I frowned.
She shook her head. "Edward, what did I say about me getting in the way of your work?" She lifted her eyebrow. So stubborn that girl is.
"Work comes first…" I rolled my eyes, and smiled.
"I appreciate your attempt." She smiled, and hugged me, "Now get ready for work." She shoved me to the washroom.
"Now, get ready, go to work, and I'll be here when you get back." She smiled, and left me to get ready.
Once I had finished in the shower, and got dressed, I exited the hotel.
…
Work had gone on long enough. After my meeting, I thought it would never end. So, I took off early, to see Bella. She'd probably be bored at that hotel all day long. I should have come home right after the meeting, stupid work.
Once I arrived at the hotel, I was ecstatic to see Bella. We'd still have time to see some of the city, and we could go out for dinner somewhere really nice- she'd love that. After dinner, we'd go see the Eiffel Tower. I'm sure she'd love that even more.
"Bella," I called as I opened the door to the suite, "I want to bring you out today. We're going to see some of the city, and we're…"
Where was she?
I was in the living room, standing there, waiting for her to appear. I walked into my room, she wasn't there. I checked the kitchen, and still no sign of Bella.
I walked out of the hotel, and too the reception.
"Have you seen Bella?" I asked Marie, one of the lady's' working at reception.
"No, I'm sorry Mr. Cullen- my shift just started ten minutes ago." She frowned.
"Thanks anyways." I turned back, and ran out the door. I needed to know where Bella had gone.
I ran across the streets, breathing heavily as I walked into each coffee shop, hoping she'd be there.
No sign of Bella, anywhere.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and immediately called Jim- one of my personal guards. I wasn't taking any chances, I need to find her.
"Jim, I need your help. Bella has gone missing- I can't find her anywhere. Would you get Tom and yourself to help me out and find her?" I asked.
"Of course, we'll be right there." He answered; I could hear Tom faintly in the background.
"Thank so much." I hung up the phone. All I could do now was to wait.
…
It's been hours. It's now pitch black outside, and I'm still making phone calls to everyone I know. Jim and Tom had gone out looking for her around the city. I called back at the office in New York in case she decided to leave, but she wasn't there. I can't believe she'd just run off like that, but then again- it is Bella… always adventurous. I remember her telling me about the time where she decided to go cliff jumping. What a girl…
I took another sip of the beer I was holding. I hadn't realized but I've had quite a few, or many…shit.
I paid the bartender what I owed him and got up from the bar stool. My legs felt wobbly, so I grabbed the counter for support, and began –slowly- walking out of the bar. My mind was everywhere, and I couldn't see straight- literally. My feet stumbled and I felt like a mess. I just needed to find Bella.
More hours pass, and I take a look at my phone. It's now 1 AM, and there's still no sign of Bella. I'm started to get pissed off. I need to find her, why the hell would she run off! She could at least give me a call, and not have me here freaking out, wondering where the hell-
My phone began ringing… stupid phone.
"Hello?" I answered quite aggressively.
"Mr. Cullen," Tom began speaking, "We've found Bella…"
How come he didn't sound so exhilarated?
"Tom, is she okay?" Please say she's perfectly fine…
"…no."
"Shit," I slammed my fists into the brick wall beside me, "Where is she?"
"First Mr. Cullen, I'd need to…"
"Tell me where the hell Bella is!" I cut him off, shouting.
"She's here, at the hospital."
I slammed the phone shut, and shoved it into my pocket. I spotted a taxi and before I knew it, I was running down the hallways in the hospital; for my Bella.
…
There she lies, sleeping peacefully. I had arrived right when the doctors had finished cleaning her up. She was full of bruises, and cuts, which must have looked way worse than what they look like now… I can't believe I wasn't there to help her.
I should have stayed there.
It's my entire fault, if I hadn't brought her here, she wouldn't have end up in this stupid hospital. She would not have ended up in that alley…
"Hello," A doctor arrived, "Are you Edward?"
"Yes… How'd you know who I was?" I asked.
"Bella," She smiled, "could not stop asking for you."
"…Is Bella okay?"
"She's fine, no need to worry. She has minor injuries, and only one broken finger."
I nodded, and shifted my eyes back on Bella. Seeing her here in this hospital, on this revoltingly uncomfortable bed made me want to cry. Knowing I wasn't there for her, in her time of need, it made me sick. How could I do that to Bella? She only ever cared for me, and she's always been there for me… and this one time I'm not there for her… this happens.
She doesn't deserve me.
I got up off the bed, and grabbed my bag. The doctor had begun walking out of the room, as I opened the flap to take out a notepad and a pen. With that notepad and pen, I began to write Bella a letter.
[i]Dear Bella…[/i]