Chapter Thirteen: I Love You
I grinned, widely, when Edward decided to stay. We only been apart for about twelve hours and I missed him so much. I knew Edward only broke up with me so Sam wouldn't hurt me. I thought that was utterly ridiculous. . . and sweet. I looked up, knowing that he was listening to my thoughts. His face only inches from mine. He wiped away some of my tears. I opened my mouth to say something, however I heard Charlie's footsteps coming closer to my door. He heard me wake up. Edward gave me a small smile, before disappearing. Charlie opened the door, only enough for his eye to look into my room.
"Hi, dad," I said, softly. He opened the door and walked into my room. He looked embarrassed from getting caught looking my room. I bit my lip, nervously.
"Hey, Bells. Um. . . I was just checking on you. I heard a scream," he explained himself. I nodded, not knowing what to say. I looked at the floor. "Are you alright?" he asked. I wanted to say no. . . but, it wasn't his fault. He was waiting for Billy to tell me. After all, he is my biological father. I looked up and sighed.
"Yeah, dad. I'm fine. . . I just had a nightmare," I reassured him. He looked around the room one more time. He ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay, um, good night," he said, before closing the door behind him. I covered my face in my hands, frustrated. I knew I had to talk to Charlie and Billy about this. I wasn't sure if Billy knew that Charlie told me. Tears were threatening to come, I tried my hardest to not cry.
"Bella?" Edward called my name. I looked through my hands, he was sitting on my bed. His eyes were filled with worry. He put his arms, silently telling me to climb into them. I went on my bed and crawled into his arms. I cried on his chest, quietly. He started rubbing my back, gently. Trying to comfort me as I cried. I cried for awhile, until I finally fell asleep in his arms.
Once again, I dreamt of Edward. I realized that I didn't care about the consequences about being with Edward. Being with him is the the only thing that felt right. I didn't care about what he is, how he smells, or the fact that we are suppose to be mortal enemies. I loved being with him, I could be myself with him. Before I imprinted on him, I just kept my head down. . . obeying whatever I was told to do. I had no say in anything, I couldn't ask Charlie or Renee out of random if I was adopted, nor could I disobey Sam.
Within a week after imprinting on Edward Cullen, it changed my life.
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I opened my eyes, slowly. My room was dark and quiet. I checked the time on my alarm clock, it was only 5:30 a.m. I realized that Edward wasn't on my bed anymore. However, I smelt him here. I looked at the end of my bed to see Edward sitting there, just starring into space. He looked so worried and torn. It broke my heart.
I crawled over to him, quietly. I wanted to comfort him. I leaned in slowly and kissed him on his neck. He sighed and looked at the floor. I sat there, waiting for him to say something.
"Bella. . . we need to talk," he said, breaking our silence.
"I know. . ." I answered, softly. Tears threatening to come, again. I knew how this was going to end. He looked at me and put his hand on my cheek. We looked into each others eyes. His thumb stroked my cheek and he smiled, crookedly. I smiled back. I missed his smile. It felt as if it has been forever since I seen his smile. I bit my lip, neither of us knew how to start.
"I'm sorry. . ." he started and put his hand on the bed. "It wasn't fair for you. . . that I left you there with Sam," he sneered Sam's name. I opened my mouth to speak, he put his finger over my lips. "Let me finish," he said. I nodded as he pulled his hand on his lap. "I didn't want you to get hurt, because of me. Especially because of me," he whispered the last part.
I shook my head. "Edward. . . stop. Please?" I said.
"Stop what?" he asked confused.
"Stop putting yourself down! You act as if you're a waste of. . . life!" I exclaimed.
"I am-" he started to protest, however I cut him off. I crushed my lips to his. He froze for a second before he started kissing me back. I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled away for air.
"Stop," I whispered. He looked at the bed, apparently he didn't want to continue to argue about him anymore.
"I shouldn't be here. . ." he said shaking his head. I frowned. "I told Sam I wouldn't be with you," he explained. I looked at him, confused. I don't remember him telling Sam that. "Before, I got here last night. I ran into Sam," he explained.
I nodded, understanding. I knew Edward wouldn't hurt Sam, without Sam provoking him. "He told me that he would kill me if I was near you, ever again. I agreed, however, I told him I would only stay away from you if he wouldn't hurt you. . ." he explained.
"Oh," I breathed, understanding. He nodded.
"I should leave, before Sam finds out I was here. . ." he said. I frowned and looked down. He got off the bed and walked to the window. "Goodbye, Bella," he said, softly. A tear went down my cheek and I looked at him.
"I love you, Edward," I whispered, with more tears running down my face. His face dropped more.
"I love you, too," he answered back, before leaving out of my sight. I covered my face with my hands as I continued to cry.
Our entire conversation running through my head, over and over again. I realized that this probably wasn't the last time I wasn't going to see Edward. One thing he said made me think of a plan.
"He told me that he would kill me if I was near you, ever again. I agreed, however, I told him I would only stay away from you if he wouldn't hurt you. . ."
I just had to get Sam to hurt. As strange as that sounds, it was the only way I could see Edward again. I wasn't sure how, though.
My thoughts were interrupted by Charlie's foot steps. He was walking toward my room. I climbed under my sheets and closed my eyes. Trying to fall asleep, again. I heard my bedroom door open. I wasn't sure if Charlie heard Edward and I talking. The door closed again within seconds and Charlie went down the stairs to leave for work.
My eyes flew open and I layed on my back. Charlie reminded me that I had to talk to Billy today. I swallowed the lump in my thoart. I had to get it over with.
I dragged myself out of the bed and into the shower. I had to clear my thoughts. I have no idea how to I am going to last. I didn't know what I was going to do, anymore.
