Once I'm in the car, Edward reminds me to buckle up.
"So, are you going to tell me why you needed me to pick you up this late?"
The car is silent, no radio and Edward is staring straight ahead as he drives.
"I was with a friend."
Edward snorts. "Right. A friend that gets you, a minor, drunk and then leaves them to find their own way home? Great friend."
"It's not his fault. We...we got into an argument. He told me to leave," I say, looking down at my lap.
"He?" Edward asks. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Now it's my turn to snort. "No. Not at all."
"Why did you fight? Did something happen?" Edward asks. He's still looking straight ahead and his tone of voice gives nothing away.
I shake my head. "I don't want to talk about it."
I see Edward looking at me out of the corner of my eye.
"He didn't try anything...did he? He didn't force you to do anything you didn't want?"
"No! Why would you even think that?"
Edward looks straight ahead again. "What am I supposed to think, Bella? You call me in the middle of the night and ask me to pick you up. You're drunk and upset."
I open my mouth to reply, but quickly shut it. I'm going to be sick.
"Pull over, pull over!" I yell frantically.
"What? Why? We're only a few blocks away."
"I'm gonna puke."
Edward doesn't need me to tell him again because he swerves onto the side of the road just in time for me to open the car door and vomit.
A bit of a filler/transitioning chapter.
See you later!