Count Me In
I've got no place to say goodbye/And I've got no time for ruin/ I've only got this little bit of something/ But it takes me to where I'm going._RedInHerLedger
"Let's run away from these lies, back to yesterday, safe tonight." Mike Posner
Romania. I tried fitting that into my over-loaded collective, but I knew it would be a long time coming before reality hit me. The shock of escaping prison was still making me question my own sanity. I was on a jet of some kind with a man named Edward Cullen, that in itself bespoke of my surreal situation. I was beginning to realize that there was more to this man than what met the eye. He looked positively sinful, like a gangster sprung to life from the comic books. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. His brother Jasper, who I had met shortly after our escape, also resembled something I couldn't quite grasp. They both held an aura of superiority, but not just that, danger.
Flashback
Racing through the back streets of North Carolina, Edward kept glancing at Bella furtively, fully expecting a break-down on her part. They had been traveling for a couple of hours, and he knew they had approximately twenty minutes to reach their destination. He had made a call to Jasper, which he had done a lot of lately. Damn, Jasper would be holding this shit over his head for years to come. Of all the stupid things he could have done this situation fell into the lowest of categories, but Edward couldn't bring himself to regret his actions. He felt fully alive, a feeling which had escaped him for many years. Bella was now in his care, and he didn't mind. He knew he couldn't provide a normal life for her, but he could give her a damned sight more than what she had known at that hick prison from hell. He felt oddly protective of her, a feeling he wasn't easily familiar with. This girl needed saving, and he would be the one doing the saving, he would make damn sure. Looking over at her again, even in her dingy orange jump-suit, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her long black eyelashes made her green eyes appear all the more intense, her full lips were so pink and ripe, they reminded him of something to eat. Fuck, when had he ever noticed a female's eyelashes? Never, up until now. These thoughts were a distraction at this point, he was aware of that, but he couldn't stop his mind from traveling down these unknown paths and corners. Shaking his head, he pulled into the barely used wooded area Jasper had related to him on the phone. The sound of air being pushed was loud, Jasper's private jet waiting. In all black, Jasper approached his truck as he came to a stop.
"Last resort, brother?" Jasper questioned in an angry tone.
"No more favors, this is it, "he answered automatically, pulling Bella from the truck. She was dead on her feet, probably the shock was setting in.
"The infamous Edward Cullen, brought to his knees by a woman!" Jasper stressed the word woman in disgust.
"It is what it is."
"This would have eventually blown over, but now…" Jasper trailed off, shaking his head. Jasper looked at Bella in pity, causing my stomach to fall.
"What's done is done. I can't take it back now, even if I wanted to...and I don't."
"Edward, wake the fuck up man, this crazy. What you did was stupid beyond all doubt, and now this girl has to pay the price too."
"You think I don't know that? Fuck you! She's better off with me!"
"Damn it! Can you even hear yourself right now? You don't know this girl from Adam."
"I know."
"Just go, while you still can. I've secured a location for you in…Romania. It's the best I could do on short notice."
"Thank you," Edward answered shortly, not liking his brother's implications, no matter how true they might be.
"Don't call me for a while, it's too risky. Edward…keep yourself safe," Jasper looked at me one last time, his eyes haunted.
"Don't get dramatic, I'm still the baddest mother fucker you know."
"Only a fool would doubt it."
End flashback
"Are you hungry?" Edward's voice invaded my thoughts.
"Yes, thank you," my stomach growled at the prospect of nourishment.
I watched as he disappeared around a corner of this spacious flying contraption. I was smart from all of my reading, but I had no knowledge of jets or planes. It occurred to me then that I had no real knowledge outside of my own experiences, which were very limited. I knew a one-sided love, I knew fear, pain, and despair. I knew nothing of the outside world or this man and what he was offering me. I knew he was giving me freedom, but that he also wanted something in return. What he wanted, I knew not. Obviously he was a man of importance, this jet and his actions made that fact very clear. He hadn't tried to take advantage of me like Phil and Felix, no, he had rescued me and put his own neck on the line in the process. His vantage point in these circumstances was blindingly unclear. Maybe he was an angel as I had originally thought. No, that couldn't realistically be true. It was time I started thinking rationally and not with my imagination. Dreams were for silly girls who climbed trees and read all day, dreams were for children who made up stories to appease their curiosity. I could no longer hold onto dreams of a better life, I would simply take what was in store for me. Maybe defeat was a part of destiny. Maybe destiny wasn't some fairytale, maybe it was real. Maybe real isn't what we thought it would be, maybe it was in accepting the truth that made us want to dream again.