Chapter 25
Edmund had been glued to my side ever since our reunion. I didn't blame him though. I couldn't bear the thought of him leaving my side either. I was terrified that he would disappear or cease to exist if he went out my sight. I knew he probably felt the same.
Edward had allowed us to eat our lunch alone, but when it came dinner time he said that we had to come out the den where we had been huddled up all day, and make an appearance. Apparently the pack ate together at every meal time and his people would be expecting to see the three of us there. I didn't like the idea of being on display, but I did what he asked without complaint. I didn't want Edmund to know that his parents weren't okay.
I watched the two of them gulp down their meal as I pushed mine about with my fork.
"Don't you like it?" An old woman, who was sitting beside me, asked.
"It's lovely, I'm just not hungry," I said, wishing she would mind her own business.
"You should eat up Mom. You won't grow if you don't finish all of your meals," Edmund said in between bites.
I laughed at him. "Who told you that, your father?" I asked before taking a bit of the meat, especially for him.
"No, you did," he said as matter-of-a-fact.
"Oh."
"Edmund," Edward said disapprovingly.
I shook my head as I pushed back tears. Edmund's words had hurt, they hurt me deep, but I knew that he didn't say it to upset me. "No, it's okay," I assured Edward as I tried to keep a lid on my emotions, but no matter what I did I couldn't stop the emotional outburst that threatened to come.
"Excuse me," I said getting up from the table and hurrying away as fast as I could. I didn't pay any attention to where I was going. I just wanted out of sight of my son before I completely lost it. I didn't want him to see me like this. I was a mess. My legs were shaking and my hands were trembling. I was crying so hard that I couldn't see where I was going.
I didn't stop running until I bumped into something or rather someone. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and looked up to see Paul glaring down at me. He looked like he wanted to chew me up and spit me out.
"Sorry," I mumbled trying to side step him, but he stepped in my way.
"You should be careful out here, it dangerous at the edge of the camp." The way he said it made it sound more like a threat rather than a warning.
"I'll keep that in mind," I said, trying to move around him again, but he still wouldn't let me pass.
He grabbed my arm and held it tight, too tight. "Let me walk you back to the camp."
"No, it's okay," I said trying to pull away from him.
"Really, I must insist," he said yanking me. "We wouldn't want anything happening to you … again."