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Chapter 4

After Esme's revelation I had left the restaurant, demanding that Marcus take me back to Edward's. I have had enough of being kept in the dark and treated like a little girl. I wanted answers, and Edward was going to give them to me whether he liked it or not.

When we arrived at Edward's house I found him in the kitchen, sitting at one of the dining tables, going over paperwork. He was with an older man who had blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Something about the man seemed familiar, but I wasn't interested in him right now.

I knew I shouldn't approach Edward when he was working, I knew better than that, but I was past the point of caring. I walked over to their table and dumped my purse in the middle of their paperwork, glaring at Edward. He looked up at me surprised.

"When the hell were you going to tell me?" I growled.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to be more specific if you want an answer cause I have no idea what you are talking about," he said, glancing at the man across from him.

"My parents aren't coming to the wedding!" I shrieked.

"Who told you that?"

"Your mother!"

Edward sighed, standing up, forcing me to take a step back. "She had no right to tell you that."

"She had every right to tell me!" I yelled. "They are my parents. Hell, you should have told me." I pushed him backward to emphasize my point, but he barely budged.

I went to push him again, only this time harder, but he grabbed my wrists, stopping me. "Go upstairs, we'll discuss this later."

I couldn't believe he thought he could dismiss me like a silly little girl, or the fact that he actually thought I would listen to him. "No," I hissed. "I am not a child; stop treating me like one."

"Well, stop acting like one then."

I wanted to slap him hard, but he was still holding onto my wrists. I jutted my chin out and glared at him. "I want to know why they aren't coming."

"Because they don't want to!" he snapped.

His words stung like a bitch and the fact that he had said it within a heartbeat made me believe that it was true. I stood there, frozen on the spot, staring at him. I couldn't believe that they didn't want to come and see their daughter get married. That they would just hand me off to a complete stranger and turn their backs on me.

"I'm sorry," Edward said, his face filled with regret. "I didn't mean-"

I shook my head as I took a step backward, yanking my arms free of his grasp. "Save it," I snarled. I grabbed my purse from the table and turned around, hurrying away from him. I could feel tears stinging my eyes as I rushed up the stairs, but I refused to let them fall. I didn't want him to see me cry, not again, not for him.

"Isabella, wait," I heard him call after me as I reached for the doorknob of my room, but I didn't wait. I didn't want anything to do with him. I went inside, slamming the door and locking it so that he couldn't follow me. I heard him outside it a few seconds later. "Isabella, please," he said, trying the handle. "Open the door, let me in."

I ignored him as I picked up my bag. I shoved the few items that I had unpacked back inside and closed it. I wasn't staying here another minute. Don't ever try to do that again. Don't ever try to run from me, Isabella, Edward's voice taunted me inside my head, warning me not to run. What was he going to do? Huh? Beat me? I failed to see how he could hurt me anymore than I was already hurting. My parents, who I loved with all my heart had disowned me and for no good reason. They had handed me over to a complete stranger and walked away. Not even giving me one single glance back.

Well, I didn't need them. I didn't need him either. I didn't need anyone. I could do it on my own.

I opened the patio doors quietly and stepped outside, closing the door behind me. The Detroit River, or what I surmised was the Detroit River was at the back of the house. There was also a small speed boat and a dock. It was my only chance of getting out of here. If I could make it to the boat I stood a good chance of disappearing.

I tossed my purse and bag over the railing, onto the ground below, hoping that nothing broke. It was a long drop, but if I climbed over the railing, there was a pole I could slide down.

I could still faintly hear Edward banging on the door, demanding that I let him in. I knew it wouldn't be long until he got fed up and tried to come in through the patio. I had to move. I gripped onto the railing and slowly climbed over. The height looked worse from this side. It was enough to make me feel dizzy. I gripped onto the railing tightly as I made my way to the pole. I prayed that this all worked out and I didn't fall to my death, splitting my head wide open.

The tricky part was getting down past the railing to the pole. I had to crouch down and then hold all my weight with my arms as I dangled there, trying to wrap my legs around the pole. I managed it, somehow. I'm still not exactly sure how. Adrenaline maybe?

The last part was the easy part. I slid down the pole, landing on my ass. I think I may have gotten several splinters on the way down too. I got onto my feet and dusted myself off. When I looked up I saw the blonde haired man standing at the window watching me. He looked amused. Part of me was worried that he would try to stop me, but when he made no move towards the doors I sighed with relief and grabbed my bags.

I got halfway across the yard before I heard Edward shouting from the patio. He didn't sound impressed. His anger only made me run faster. I knew he would slide down after me and it certainly wouldn't take him as long as it did me.

When I reached the boat, I tossed my bags inside and jumped on-board. I untied the boat and pushed away from the dock. I didn't know the first thing about boats, but I figured the further out of his reach I was the better. Once the waves started to carry me away, I looked around to see how I started it, unfortunately it needed keys.

I knew Edward had to keep them around here somewhere, in case of a quick getaway. I started searching the boat, the sound of Edward's footsteps only making me look faster. I finally found a set in the first-aid box under the seat.

"Isabella don't!" Edward shouted as he ran down the dock. The boat had only drifted a few feet away from the dock. He could probably jump it if he tried. I couldn't give him that chance. I turned the keys, thankful that the engine started the first try. I gave Edward a wave and thrust the throttle forward, praying that was the last time I ever saw him.