Edward doesn't come back until eleven.
He texts me first, asking if I'm still awake.
Like I could sleep when he's possibly out with her.
When he gets to my apartment, he knocks on the door once before trying it.
It's unlocked, so he let's himself in.
"Bella, it's not safe to leave your door unlocked," he chastises me.
I'm all burrito-d in bed. "I was leaving it open for you."
Edward sighs and takes off his shoes, climbing on the bed next to me and laying down, facing me.
"Hi," he whispers.
"Hi," I whisper back. "So...how did it go?"
He groans and rolls on his back, covering his eyes with his forearm.
"Kate isn't...she's not well. I think she's been partying too much. Doing drugs. Drinking."
"Oh."
"Yeah. It wasn't good. She was high when I went over and her place was a mess. She was just...begging me."
"Begging you for what?" I ask.
"I don't know. I'm not even sure she knew. To get back together, I suppose. Eventually she cried herself out and started to vomit. I made sure she was okay before I left." Edward sounds tired just talking about it.
"You took care of her," I can't help but let the jealousy creep into my voice.
"I didn't take care of her because I have feelings for her," his voice comes out harsh. "I was doing the right thing."
"I'm sorry," I apologize softly.
"No. I shouldn't have snapped like that. It's just been a long night. I'm frustrated. Can we just sleep? We can talk about it more in the morning."
"Okay." I lean forward and turn off the bedside lamp and snuggle back in the bed. Edward gets under the covers and curls up into my back, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me to him.
"This okay?" he mumbles into my hair.
"Yeah. This is good."
Kate's definitely not making it easy for them, on top of their issues already, is she?
See you next time!