IITS ch13

A/n: I'm trying not to post to quick but dayum...I'm sooo excited for ya'll to read more;)

BPOV

Edward seemed very kind and he soft spoken. Something about him made me feel instantly comfortable and at a ease.

But, then I remembered that Charlie was dead and why I had been forced to move to Phoenix in the first place. I instantly felt the tears prick my eyes as I remembered those few precious moments.

"Bella, I love you...please show that little girl enough love for me." Charlie's words came out in sporadic breaths as he struggled to speak.

I was a sobbing mess with both hands clutched over my ears as I held my headset to my head in order to hear him better.

"Hang on, dad. Waylon is on his way." I cried over the speaker.

"Bella..." He gurgled and then the line went silent.

"Are you okay, Bella?" I heard Edward say as I felt the tears on my chin and knew that I couldn't hold the sob in any longer.

I shook my head and lowered it to cover my face with my hair. I couldn't talk about Charlie's death with Renee or Rosalie, much less this virtual stranger.

"Bella?" He questioned with concern.

I waved him off before I wiped my eyes and pulled a tissue from my pocket to blow my nose.

"I'm okay. Just remembered something really painful." I whispered.

"Did I do something? Christ, I'm so sorry." Edward said as he came over to kneel in front of me.

"No, it wasn't you. I'm just dealing with a lot at the moment." I admitted and immediately felt the shame for burdening him with my problems.

"Can I help?" He asked and I looked up to see his beautiful green eyes peak through his glasses and they were full of worry and sadness.

"Oh Edward, I'm so sorry. I just met you and now I've dumped my problems on you." I said and watched him shake his head and put his hands out tentatively to hold my flailing wrists.

"Stop, Bella. You haven't dumped anything on me. I know we just met, but I'm a pretty trust worthy guy if you want to talk about it." He held onto my wrists with a soft touch and it felt really nice to have his skin touch mine.

"Thank you but I really don't feel ready to talk about it." I tried to smile but I'm sure that I looked like a hot mess.

He smiled and released my wrists as he stood up. "Would you like to get a piece of pie before heading back to work?"

I couldn't help but smile at him and his line of thinking.

He suddenly made something so simple seem so special.

A/n: I'd like a piece of his pie...er...a piece of pie;)

Faith, people...keeeppp the faith;)

Kyla