Okay! So, so sorry guys. I had exam block the other week, and I have been Thailand the week after. But!, now I am at home in my bed suffering from some jetlag. But I finished this chapter like two minutes ago. So I'm not holding out on you guys. Just have been very very very busy.
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Chapter 3-

As I step out of the apartment block door, I am hit with rays from the sun. The beautiful warmth fills my heart with happiness as it supplies my body with vitamin D.
I close my eyes and let the sun fill me with the warmth it is offering me. Sometimes in my little bubble with Edward I feel chills. Not just from the fact that Edward's skin is icy cold, but I have been feeling this…distance ever since the night before I saw Jacob. I haven't seen Jacob since that day at the bookstore and after a week of calling in sick, both Edward and I decided that I should go back today.
Yesterday, Edward went on 'patrol' and made sure that there was no fresh signs of Jacob at the bookstore or anywhere near the Dartmouth campus. Although I would like to see Jacob, I just don't know what I would say or do. Like last week, I just ran away from him. I should have stayed, but I couldn't stand to be around him for some odd reason. I don't know what Edward wants, but I'm guessing he would be happy with whatever decision I make as long as I am happy with it.
Ever since that night of having that dream, nightmare, or whatever you would call it, love making with Edward has seemed…somewhat meaningless. Not that he doesn't bring me pleasure, but I no longer feel the connection between the two of us like I used to feel when we would make love.
I can't describe it, like last night while I was bouncing on top of Edward, he had this blank look upon his face as if he was thinking of something else.
His cold hands were loosely holding on to my waist as I moved myself over the top of him.
"Edward." I whispered his name, which didn't seem to wake him from his distractions although he did lift his eyes up from my bouncing breasts to meet mine.
I paused my movements briefly to just stare into his ever-darkening eyes. His eyes tighten and he grabs onto my hips roughly, pulling myself onto his length. I moan, but it's not a pleasurable moan, it's a moan of pain from his roughness.
Grabbing me again, he pushes my body down on him and I moan again. I'm not completely sure if he realises that he is actually hurting me. I bite my lower lip from screaming out as his grip tightens on me.
He moves so quickly I don't even comprehend that I am now underneath him until he sheaths himself inside me in one quick motion. I pull a breath in as he pounds into my body at an over hurried pace, causing me a greater amount of pain.
"Edward." I scream his name out, as an attempt to make him stop. But he continues his harsh lustful act, thinking that my saying his name meant I was enjoying this.
"Please, stop." I try to scream, but his weight crushes my frame and I am suddenly out of breath.
Edward freezes halfway through a thrust. His eyes closed, hiding his emotions.
I try to fight back the tears that threaten to spill over, but the physical and emotional pain I have just experienced is too much and the tears spring free. Biting my lower lip, I make an effort to not whimper as the tears roll down my cheeks.

In a shock horror sort of way, Edward's eyes fly open.
"Bella." He whispers and I almost don't hear him saying my name.
As quickly as I was flipped over before, Edward is on the other side of the room not facing me.
I sit up in bed and cover myself up with the covers, suddenly feeling very exposed. I bow my head and sob for a short while, so very confused of what just happened.
It could have been five seconds; it could have been five hours that I sat there silently. I look up with the aid of my hair to shield my eyes as I used to do in high school, but Edward was gone. I didn't hear him move, nor did I hear him clothe himself. A sudden chill fell upon me and I began shaking under the covers. It wasn't cold, Edward usually had the thermostat above normal for when I would sleep next to him so his icy skin would not cause me chills.

Not knowing what to do, I get out of the comfort of the bed covers and grabbed my robe wrapping it around myself. I head to the bedroom door and open it. Switching on the lounge room light, I shield my eyes from the sudden change in light intensity.
As my eyes adjust I see a shirtless Edward sitting at his grand piano with the lid shut. I know he can sense me standing there, but he does not turn to face me.
I stand there a sense of waiting fills the room, as each of us don't know what to do. My mouth feels dry and sore as I swallow back the tears that threaten to escape again. Sick of neither of us doing anything, I walk to the kitchen and switch on the light there. Bending down to retrieve a glass from a cupboard, a pain from my core causes me to wince and suddenly Edward is standing next to me in a flash.
I look up at him and his face is twisted in pain and regret. He reaches out to touch me, but pulls away as my eyes avert to the side. Instead of touching me he reaches for the glass in my hand and I allow him to take it. Turning away from me he fills it up from the tap with water. I reach out and let my fingertips brush against his back, just needing the comfort of his skin against mine. I don't even know that Edward dropped the glass of water until it shatters on the tiled floor.
Frozen again, like a picture. Snap. Edward leaves the shattered glass on the floor around his feet and stands there, unmoving.
"Edward," I mouth his name, knowing he can hear me. The muscles in his back tense underneath my fingertips as he hears his name.
This moment is so odd, so confusing. I don't know what to do or say to this man, my husband.
"Please," I whisper so that I can here the word coming from my mouth. I don't even know what I'm asking for. I just don't like this strange silence after what just happened. I need the contact, I need to see his beautiful face, his beautiful smile.
"Please," I whisper more hoarsely this time as the tears begin to fall again. I drop my hand from his back, and bring it to the pain in my chest that begins to throb. That's when he turns around. Saying nothing, his face crumpled with regret and pain, he stares at me. With his hands at his side, I take an unsteady step closer to him and lean my head over where his stone cold heart would be.
"Edward, please?" I sob, his arms still by his side. I open my eyes and watch my tears fall on to his skin and slide down to his stomach.
Edward reaches out and catches the droplet, wiping it of his stomach. He then brings that hand to my cheek brushing away my hair, which catches my shed tears.
A sob echoes throughout the dark apartment, not my sob, Edward's. His arms lock me in place and I hear his tearless sobs match mine as we stand in the kitchen with shattered glass on the floor.
"Bella, Bella. I'm so sorry." He whispers into my hair, he takes an unnecessary breath, "I'm a monster. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry. Please don't cry. I'm sorry." His apologies never seem to stop. I take a very small step away from him and cradle his face in my hands.
"Edward, I…You're not a monster. Please, don't say that. Never ever say that, okay? I love you. And I forgive you. I forgave you from the moment it happened. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. Please, just hold me?" He pulls me into his embrace, never letting me go the whole night.
I slept, but only very little. When I woke up Edward was by my side the whole morning. His eyes never leaving me until I walked out the door about five minutes ago.
Making my way towards my car, I step on something and it makes a loud crunching noise under my foot. I remove my foot off it and bend down to pick it up. A beautiful, sadly scratched, diamond earring sits in the palm of my hand. What a strange thing to find on the ground? I don't know why but I look up at the buildings around my, seeing if anyone might have dropped it from a window or balcony, but no windows or balconies sit above this spot. Tucking it away in my pocket I get my car.
On my way to work, I give myself a little pep talk and hope that no questions will be asked. And that no one will be waiting there for me.

Soooo… was it worth the wait? Or not?...I've read over it a few times and it seems a bit harsh, but you will soon understand why Edward is acting this way.

Some questions I want you to think about: Why did Edward practically rape Bella? Where is Jacob? Who owns the diamond earrings?

Just some suggestions…

Oh and please! Pleaseeeeee…pretty please with a cherry on top!...review! it doesn't take long and I would LOVE you forever if you do.

Thanks! Much love…alibabe xxxxxx