A/N: Sherry rocks my socks xx
Chapter 14
"So … It was my father that did this, put a curse on me?" I asked Edward.
He looked down at the floor and nodded. "Yes."
I let that information sink in. My own father had cursed me, though from the one memory I had of him he didn't seem like someone that I had loved, more like someone that I feared.
"Because of us?" I asked.
Edward nodded. "But there is more to it than that."
"Tell me," I pleaded.
"The scars served their purpose, at least for a while. We tried to stay away from each other … We really did, but it was hard-"
I was sixteen, sitting in my bedroom in front of my mirror, preparing for my coming of age ceremony. Alice had just left to fetch some fresh flowers for my hair when there was a thud at my window. I jumped up off my chair, immediately knowing who it would be. I pushed open the window and there was Edward, standing down on the ground with a bunch of wild flowers in his hands.
I grinned from ear to ear as I motioned for him to come up. He had to get inside before someone spotted him. Edward jumped up to the window with such ease. I admired his abilities. I always had. I wanted to be able to do that … One day, with him.
I helped pull him in the window, my lips attacking his before his feet even hit the floor. "I've missed you so much," I whispered.
"You saw me this morning," Edward laughed.
"Yes … But that was hours ago," I moaned as I dragged him closer to me. I could never get enough of him. He was so intoxicating … My addiction … My drug. I wanted, needed more.
Edward gently pushed me away. "I have to go back before someone notices that I am gone. I just came to bring you these," he said as he handed me the flowers.
"Thank you," I said, taking a deep inhale. "They are beautiful."
"Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl," he said as he gently stroked my face.
I leaned forward to kiss him, but several loud bangs on my bedroom door made sure that our lips never met.
"Go," I whispered to him, shoving him to the window. Once he was gone, I put the flowers under the bed and went back and sat in front of the mirror. "Come in."
My father walked into the room, glancing around as if he somehow knew. "I came to see if you were ready," he said as he came to stand behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder. I flinched away from his touch. I was scared of him, why?
"Bella? Bella?" I woke up to see Edward leaning over me with a worried look on his face.
"What happened?" I asked confused.
"You passed out while I was talking to you," he said as he gently caressed my cheek.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," I assured him as I tried to make sense of what I had just seen.