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Chapter 8

EPOV

As I was out the door, and into my car, the current destination was to find Bella's place. Since she had no clean clothes or any underwear of hers, she gave me instructions how to get to her condo. And as I finally got there, all I could see is poverty. One house after another, they all looked the same. Old, the plaster falling apart, the paint as well, ruined by the constant rain.

Taking the key from the mail box, I unlocked the old, rusty door, to see a small dusty place. Bella was right about one thing; this was a disaster. The whole place smelled of dampness and old musty air.

After removing the curtains and opening the window to let some fresh air out,and some light- since there apparently was no electricity in this house, probably due to not even having electricity in the first place or just not paying it- I quickly searched for the bedroom, looking for any kind of comfy clothes or underwear.

She hadn't had much stuff to begin with, and what I did find couldn't even be called clothes; it revealed more skin then it should have, and didn't even offer any kind of warmth whatsoever. As for lingerie? The things she had in her drawer would make any men ache and get a hard on, including me, so trying not to look any further, making my dick throb and ache, and suffer more than he should, I quickly took some in my hands and put them in the bag.

After driving back, I also stopped by to rent some movies, since Bella kept nagging how bored she is, not even having anything to watch on TV.

After coming home, unlocking the door, I found Bella in the living room, asleep peacefully, or so it looked, except for the tiny frown between her eyebrows.

After taking her things and putting them in to the nightstand drawer, I heard some mumbling, like she was talking in her sleep, but the sound of her voice sounded almost childlike as she constantly called someone's name. Searching frantically for that same person. Then the yelling started, panic rising in her voice." No! No! Don't touch me! Help her...I need to help her. Mommy! Mommy wake up. Please...please, don't leave me!"

I ran to her, shaking her ever so lightly on the shoulder.

She suddenly opened her eyes, a few tiny tears falling down her face. I instantly wanted to comfort her, hug her, not wanting to let her go, but didn't know how much of that idea was okay.I mean, even though she didn't try to deny the truth anymore, she still knew me for only few days, and as much as what happened yesterday in the bathroom- inappropriate on my part as it was-it shouldn't have happened, but I was too weak to stop it, and hearing her pleading for my touch, calling my name-that was my aphrodisiac. Something I couldn't stop doing,although I should have.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm...fine."

"Do you want to maybe talk about it?" I ask, kneeling next to her, worry evident on my face.

She shook her head. "No."

Then she quickly changed the subject, the corners of her upper lip lifting up in a tight smile. "You've been gone for quite a while, I was starting to kind of...worry...for you."

I smiled. "Worried? For me?"

She nodded, a bit sheepish.

"No need. Just had to do some things before coming back, like I told you. Look, I brought you some movies, just like you asked. I didn't really know what to get you so, the girl that worked there helped."

She took a look, her eyes instantly widening in surprise.

"No fucking way!"

I frowned. "What? Don't you like it? Should I have not taken that one?"

"Hell no, on the contrary, I fucking love it. Always wanted to check it out but never took the time..."

"Well, now you can." I said with a small proud smile.

"You know...that leading actor looks a little like you."

"How so?"

"I don't know...you're the same height, you have similar hair color, although, yours is a bit weird, with all that weird color popping out. You both have huge hands, piano hands I would say, or perfect for playing a guitar..."

She just went on and on about that dude I was kind of getting tired, so I got up and went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches. As I came back, she was still babbling the same nonsense about the "fuck hot guy".

"And that English accent of his? I could just fucking melt when listening to him. Hell, I bet even the word 'garbage' would sound sexy coming from his mouth."

"I grew up in London, as well." I suddenly blurted out.

"You did? Well, I can see why you used to charm the pants off me when we were younger, but I don't really detect it in your talk anymore. Too bad you lost it." The smirk only grew as she kept on talking.

"Wait, don't tell me you're jealous at him?"

"Am not." What? I'm not. Okay, so maybe I am...just a little.

She grinned, patting my leg "Don't worry. You can always be my second choice."

"Thanks, " I add sarcastically.

She laughed. "Oh come on, don't be like this. I think you're as handsome and great just as he is, and if I had to choose between the two of you, I would choose you over him, anytime."

"Yeah?" I asked, hopeful, although I tried to hide it.

She laughed, once again."Well, no, not really, but since that would never happen, it's a moot point. Besides, you know, I can kind of see why my old self chose you as her hubby."

"Yeah?" My smirk was back, so did my self esteem.

"Mhmmm."

"So...would you maybe..."

"Give you a blow job? Gladly, but maybe some other day. I am not really in the mood, or all that healthy to..."

"No, no, no...I didn't mean that."

"Fuck you then?"

"Jesus, no...is your head ever not in the gutter? I was gonna ask you if you would want a sandwich?"

Well, okay, that was not what I really wanted to ask, not by a long shot, but I shut my mouth, got up and put the DVD in.

As I sat down on the couch, taking her legs in my lap, I got closer to her ear, whispering :"There is one thing your guy doesn't know, that I do."

"What?"

"French."

Her mouth opened just a bit, in shock...or maybe that was just what I wanted to see.

"Actually", she whispered,as the movie started, "He speaks french too. As well as portuguese, and polish. As much as I know anyway."

I said nothing. Damn. Score: Bella 1, Edward 0.

Few moments in to the film, Bella spoke, once again.

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

"Do you really speak French?"

Leaning against her, lightly, close enough so she could feel my breath on her neck, I whispered in her ear.

"Oui ma petite cherie."

She shivered just a little, before quickly looking away.

And my cocky smirk was back.

I gotta say,in the end, the movie really was good,but the funniest of all was watching how Bella acted during the movie. She would watch the actor intently, grinning ever so often- like a teen girl, obsessed with her first crush.

Apparently the guy saying "pussy" seemed to have an affect on her, so much in fact that she couldn't stop biting her lip provocatively, licking them every so often, looking like pure sin. And not just that, she would fucking giggle. More often than I'd like to admit. As much as the sound was adorable, it made me kind of mad. She never laughed like that at me.

I knew it was irrational to be jealous at little things like this, but I just couldn't help it.

And of course she giggled again, when the guy was taking his shirt off, and yep, there was the lip biting as well. Again.

I snorted. My body looked so much better. Sure, I had no six pack or anything like that but...come on!

And fuck me if the guy didn't just open his mouth in the middle of the movie and actually talked french. A few words yes...still, Bella seemed impressed. Whatever.

As I was sleeping on the couch, rolling up on my left side, the sudden yelling made me jump up immediately and run to Bella's room. She was once again dreaming the same dream, crying and begging, squirming in the bed.

I kneeled down next to her, calling her name a few times before she opened her eyes, running into my arms, hugging me tightly-which I did not expect, and frankly, surprising me. After the shock waved off, I've moved on the bed, lying down while trying not to move too much from her embrace. She stayed for a while, just her head on my shoulder, while I was gently swaying her, my arms soothingly touching her back, in hopes she will calm down and finally stop crying.

"You okay?"

"I...will be."

"Edward?" She asked,silently,her voice shivering just a tiny bit.

"Yes?"

"Will you stay with me, here, just for tonight. I can stay here on my side, and you on yours. Just, to sleep...I...Don't want to be alone tonight. Please?"

I didn't think of it to be as such a good idea. But I could see how she was frightened, and just couldn't, wouldn't leave her like this.

"Okay. I'll stay."

"Thank you."

"You're more than welcome."

But neither of us separated, at least not right away. Minutes later, I could feel her breath slowing down, heartbeat more regular. With her head on my chest, I kissed her forehead, before closing my own eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep.

Hope you enjoyed. For those who wanted to know, they were watching Remember me. Love that movie. Rob was awesome in it.

Anyway, thanks for reading.