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-Random topic- I've been having this Eminem fetish this week. Yes, I do admire Eminem but I don't cuss like he does. Strange, isn't it? I love his songs but I don't eversay words like F-ck or B- tch.
Hope you like this chapter. I got it out extra early for you guys. I felt so guilty for leaving you at that cliffhanger. Okay, here it is! Chapter 13.
Disclaimer: Last night, I wished upon a shooting star to make Twilight mine. But it still isn't. Stupid star...
Suddenly, the door burst open. I dropped the phone in surprise. There, in the doorway, stood the dark figure. Slowly advancing towards me.
"No!" I cried. But mercy isn't something that is normally blessed to someone like me.
I pushed myself further back against the wall. My eyes searched the room for a way to escape him but there was none. My breathing quickened as he came closer. I knew at that moment, all hope was lost. He finally stood in front of me. I looked up at the blonde haired figure towering over me. He grinned wickedly as he looked at me with lust. I closed my eyes tight. "Please," I whispered between my sobs.
I heard him chuckle as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body against mine. His hands roamed the side of my body as he started kissing my neck. I felt dirty. I tried my best to push him off but he was too strong. He ignored my violent sobs as he continued to touch me. I knew screaming wouldn't help because with the loud music pumping through the building, you could hardly even hear yourself think.
Getting frustrated with my hands constantly pushing him, he pinned them down with his hands and continued to kiss my neck. He then held both my hands with his one hand while he brought the other down to his belt to unbuckle it. He finally got his belt off and started to tug at his pants. I heard them drop on to the floor as he stepped out of them. I knew it was the end. If only I could have seen Edward one last time..
Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang. Mike turned around startled and released his tight grip off my hands. I could hardly see the figure because of all the tears in my eyes and not to mention the dim lighting in the room.
"Get off her, you son of a-" said a velvety voice accompanied by a the sound of a punch.
I quickly wiped the tears off my face with the back of my hands. I looked around the room and saw Edward standing over Mike, who was lying on the floor, unconscious, with blood trickling down his forehead.
"Edward," I said running in to his arms. His angry features was quickly masked by a look of concern. I sobbed into his chest as he gently stroked my hair while holding me close. "Shh, it's alright. I'm here now," he whispered, pressing his cheek on my hair. But somehow, I couldn't stop crying. I just felt so filthy.
"Come on," he said. He placed his coat over me and pulled me out the door, keeping one hand firmly around my waist as I hid my face in his chest. I could tell we were outside now because the music seemed to be fainter now.
I looked up and saw Edward taking out his car keys from his pocket. After hearing the beep, he opened the door to the passenger seat and ushered me inside. I sat down, leaning back against his soft, leather seats. I was still frightened but my sobs had calmed downed into sniffs.
Edward got in and drove to the 'decent' part of Seattle. He pulled up in front of a lavish looking hotel and gave his keys to the valet. If I wasn't so frightened right now, I would have argued but I didn't trust my voice enough to speak. He was at my door when I got out and placed his hand around my waist again as we walked into the hotel.
The receptionist was a young woman who was clearly liking what she saw. "Can I help you?" she said alluringly, batting her lashes at Edward. Completely ignoring my presence. Edward didn't notice her obvious flirting and asked for a room with a dead serious face. She pouted and typed something in the computer before handing Edward a room card.
"Call me if you need anything," she said with a wink. Edward turned away, completely ignoring her and focused on me. His face full with worry.
I tried my best to smile reassuringly but you could hardly call it a smile. As we got into the elevator, Edward pressed the number '6' as the doors closed. During the whole ride up, Edward rubbed circles on my back soothingly as he noticed that I was still shaking.
When we finally got to our room, Edward slotted the card in and pushed the door open when he saw the light flash green. I didn't bother examining the room. I couldn't really care less at the moment.
Edward sat me down on the bed as he looked the the wardrobe. He pulled out a long robe and turned to me.
"Come on. Let's get you changed," he said gently. "Can you put it on yourself?"
I shook my head. I couldn't stand being alone right now. I heard Edward sigh. He pulled me up and asked me to face the other way. He gently took off the top of my costume, leaving my upper part of my body naked. He held the robe up and asked me to slide my hands in. I did so obediently. I tied the strings tightly together and pulled off the bottom part of the costume.
"You done?" Edward asked. I made an 'Mhm' sound and turned around. He stood there, staring at me, unsure what to do. I walked to him and wrapped my hands around his torso.
"Just hold me. Please," I murmured. He nodded and brought me to the bed, gently lying me down. After adjusting the comforter, he took off his shoes and climbed in as well, wrapping on hand around me. I snuggled closer to him, inhaling his scent.
He gently stroked my hair and began humming an unfamiliar, sweet tune. I almost immediately fell asleep, content in Edward's arms.
I woke up the next morning feeling comfortably warm. I felt someone's arm around me and I immediately panicked. When I looked up and saw Edward's face, I relaxed. His eyes were closed and he looked so at peace. I scrutinized his face; his perfect angular cheekbones, his full lips, his straight nose. I traced everyone of his impeccable features. When I got to his lips, they turned into a smile and kissed my finger.
Slowly, his eyes open to meet mine. Through his half closed eyelids, I could see the vibrant green of his eyes gleaming at me. I smiled warmly at him. What was it that I did for God to send me such a caring angel as him?
"Good morning," he breathed. I smiled. "Good morning,"
"How you feeling?" he asked, concern coloured his tone.
I was touched that he truly did care for me. "Okay," I croaked, my voice still sore from all the sobbing last night.
I searched for his hand under the comforter. I found it and grabbed it, giving it a gently squeeze. He brought my hand up and gave it a gently kiss. That was when I saw the red marks on his knuckles.
"Oh my god, Edward. Are you alright?" I said, bringing his hand closer to me as I delicately caressed his scratches with my fingers.
"It's nothing. It doesn't hurt, really," he said.
I looked up to him and cupped one hand on his cheek, He closed his eyes as if he were savoring the moment.
"Edward," I gently stroked his cheek with my thumb. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Thank you," I said with as much sincerity as I could muster.
He smiled crookedly. We stared at each other in comfortable silence. In my head, I was contemplating with myself. I was not good enough for him. How could someone like him possibly feel the same way for me as I do for him. No, it wasn't possible. He was just helping me out as a friend. He was being nice, probably pitying me.
I heard Edward sigh and climb out of bed. I didn't notice that he only wore his shirt and boxers to sleep.
"I'm going to go take a shower and get you some clothes to wear while you shower later," he said as he grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard him turn on the shower. I got up and walked towards the balcony. I leaned against the railing and fully took in the sight in front of me. I hadn't seen the city in a long time. A lot has changed since those five years ago.
A light breeze blew, making my hair fly all over - but I didn't care. I closed my eyes and embraced the feeling of freedom.
I felt tears rolling down. No, these weren't tears of sorrow. Instead, they were tears of joy. I felt two arms encircle me from behind.
"Hey," he whispered into my ear, "I'll be right back. Don't open the door for anyone other than myself, okay?" I nodded.
He gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and walked back into the room. I heard the door close. I stood there for a while longer before getting a towel and entering the bathroom. I switched on the hot water - it felt extremely good. All my muscles which had earlier been convoluted, was now starting to relax.
I scrubbed some shampoo on my hair and washed my body with soap before finally rinsing it all off. I felt like I was washing all the dirt from that grimy Mike guy's hands. I felt refreshed and rejuvenated.
I got out and dried myself thoroughly with the soft, fluffy hotel towel and tied the robe back on. I got out and sat on the bed. Edward still wasn't back yet so I decided to examine the room. It was extravagant. I don't know how I didn't realise that immediately when I entered the room last night. I shuddered at the thought of how much the room cost. I would have to find someway to pay Edward back.
Once I leave that horrid place, I'll start a new life. One with a job, friends and most importantly, freedom. I heard the something click followed by the sound of the door opening.
"Bella?" Edward's voice called out.
"In here," I replied, casually sitting on the bed.
He came in with a bag from a shop of some sort. I noticed that he too had gotten himself a whole new outfit.
I raised an eyebrow. "Nice,"
He chuckled. "Thanks. These are yours. Go get changed and then we'll go down for breakfast. I didn't really know what to get you so I had to tell the person at the desk that it was for a girlfriend of mine," He scratched his head nervously.
I giggled and nodded. I took the bag which he handed me and headed to the bathroom. I gasped when I saw the clothes he bought me. It was a blue spaghetti-strapped dress which was lined with white at the top of it and a white ribbon in the middle. He even bought a white hat to go with it. (A/N: Outfit is in my profile)
I put it on and was shocked when I looked in the mirror. The dress showed some cleavage but it flowed down nicely. I took out the shoes he bought and groaned when I realised he had bought me heels. The whole of Seattle will be in grave danger if I wear these out in the open. Nonetheless, I put them on, not wanting to wear the shoes that I wore yesterday. The one from that dreaded shop.
When I got out, I heard a sharp intake of breath. Edward stared at me wide eyed. I suddenly became very self-consious.
"What? What's wrong? I look bad don't I? I should take this off. I probably look like - " but he cut me off.
"No, you look fine. You look," he paused and looked me in the eye, "beautiful."
I blushed. "Thanks," then I remembered how angry I was before. I glared at me. He was immediately perplexed. "Edward Cullen. How much exactly did you spend on these clothes?"
"Not telling you," he said in a playful tone. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Fine! But I will find someway to pay you back for all this."
"What ever you say, Bella," he chuckled. "Come on. Let's go get some food."
He took my hand and pulled me out the door. I felt surprisingly safe whenever he was near me. Like nothing in the world could ever hurt me when he was around.
As we left the hotel, we walked a while, making small talk until we finally reached a small hot dog stall in the park.
I raised my eyebrow. "Hot dogs for breakfast?"
He looked at his watch. "Well, it's nearly twelve. I doubt any shops are still serving breakfast,"
I rolled my eyes.
"Two please," Edward said to the man, sticking up two fingers to accompany his demands.
"Okey-Dokey," said the man. He had grey hair and a long mustache which curled at the ends. But he seemed very friendly. He handed us both our hot dogs and muttered a friendly 'Enjoy'.
Edward and I then went to get coffee and sat down on a bench. We joked about little things which took us a longer time to finish our food. I noticed Edward got some sauce on his cheek so I grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.
"You've got some sauce on your face. Hold still," He stopped moving and watched me as I concentrated hard on wiping the sauce of his face. When it was finally gone, I exclaimed, "Done!' with a triumphant smile.
I looked at him. He was staring at me warmly. I blushed and looked away.
"The colour blue suits you," he complimented.
"Thanks," I turned even redder.
"Bella," he said. I turned to face him again. "I-I need to tell you something,"
He looked at me nervously. As if he were contemplating with himself whether or not to tell me the 'something'. I looked at him calmly, waiting for him to continue.
"Bella, I've only known you for no more than two weeks but feel like I've known you for longer. When I'm with you, everything feels so right and my life is suddenly bright again. You light up my life Bella. You are the most important person to me right now. I l-love you, Bella," he stammered. He looked at me through his long lashes. I realised I had been holding my breath the whole time so I released it.
"Edward," I whispered. "I- I don't think I can,"
His expression when he heard my words was heartbreaking. My heart ached because I knew it was I who was causing him pain. And would cause him pain if I were to admit my true feelings.
That's it! Oh, no! What's Bella going to do? Is she going to leave Edward? Your going to have to wait until the next chapter ;)
I bet you guys are wondering how Edward got there so fast. Now worries. The next chapter is in his point of view. Oh, and alot of you suggested i read 'love in affliction'. Yes, I have read it before and it is awesome.
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-Sabrina-
