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Chapter 27
Bella's POV
"Sweet dreams"
That was the last whisper I heard from the person who had taken me. God Bella your so stupid, why didn't you just stay with Edward?
I didn't open my eyes. But I felt I was lying down on a soft surface, a bed. I felt the fabric, it was silk. I sighed and opened my eyes slightly.
The fabric of the sheets were red silk. The room was dark, a burgundy colour. I sat up slightly to see I was under the covers and was till dressed in my red dress. I felt though my shoes had been put off. I looked round the room; it was medium larged, not too big. not too small. I saw at the end of the bed a single black leather chair. The mahogany table had two glasses of red liquid in. and then the bottle next to them. I saw on my left side as I shifted my position slightly a big window which was covered in white material to block anything from seeing in or out, around that held the same coloured curtains as the room colour. I saw a cabinet which was a dark shiny brown and had a vase full of red roses on the top. I lastly saw hanging above the desk a large mirror.
I had been caught up in my surroundings I didn't realize a piano playing. I lifted the sheets off me and stood up. I fell slightly off balance. My sight still slightly disorientated. I walked towards the door which opened into a hall with many pictures. I was at the top of the stairs. I heard it from downstairs; I hesitantly and carefully walked down holding onto the banister. I walked down and heard the music getting loader. I saw a two glass door which I knew held the key to the music. I held my breath as I came closer to knowing who this was. I gulped when I reached the bottom of the stairs.
I walked forward slowly. I saw hands playing on the piano. Not like Edward's, yet some how similar. I walked in and saw the person. I stood still.
"M-Mathew"
He whipped his head towards me and softly smiled
"You were asleep for a while" he said while still continuing to play "It's been a long time since I watched you sleep"
I gulped and shook my head
"No, it can't be you" I said. He smiled still, looking at the piano keys while he played. "The letters, they said C.H"
"My middle and last name Bells, Matthew Christopher Hunnham, I knew if I put my first name on there you would have found out"
"No" I still shook my head. I furrowed my eyebrows and touched my forehead. Matthew chuckled
"Bells, you tired still, go back to sleep"
"No" I shouted. He didn't stop his movements on the piano, he didn't jump.
"Matthew take me home now"
"Bella" he sighed, this seemed to get a reaction out of him because he stopped for a second and looked at me, slouching in his seat. "You belong with me" he said before returning back to the piano. This was all too much. I sat down the sofa and put my head in my hands. He ended the last note with a deep one. I heard the stool which he was sitting on move and hid foot steps moved towards me. He sat down beside me. Not too close, but close enough to feel our arms brush
"You were in Phoenix" I said
"Sorry" he stroked my hair and I pulled back, I looked in his eyes, I saw pain there.
"Matthew, you were in Phoenix when the flowers were in my room"
"I bribed them man to make it look like that, after I saw you leave I followed you, Angela has no idea I know you, neither does my auntie and uncle" he stroked my cheek and I moved my head again.
"Matthew stop this, let me go" I stood up and turned to face him. I saw him smile
"What" I asked
"Your still the same" he stood up also, not taking a step towards me "Your still the lovable, beautiful, get straight to the point Bella I love"
My heart ached
"Matthew I don't remember"
"I know" he nodded "But you will soon, I'm going to tell you everything"
My eyes fluttered, trying to get them to stay open.
"But for now you must rest"
I sighed and walked back up stairs. Matthew didn't follow me, but I saw him at the end of the stairs watching me go up.
I walked back into the room and lied back down on the bed. I was asleep instantly. Now all I had to do was find a way back home.