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Bella's statement is met with silence. She looks at Edward hoping she will be able to get a read on him and understand what is going through his head, but it's a blank. His expression is unreadable. There is nothing there for her to read.
Suddenly, as if no longer frozen in time, Edward huffs loudly and runs his fingers through his hair. "God. I didn't expect you to say that."
She quietly watches as he gets to his feet and starts pacing in front of her. He keeps muttering to himself and occasionally tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Why did you not tell me until now?" he suddenly demands looking at her with wide eyes.
"I thought that I could micromanage you and gradually give you more responsibilities," she answers him truthfully.
Edward pauses and laughs a humorless laugh as he states sarcastically, "You wanted to handle the responsibility of making me responsible."
He resumes pacing and continues, "Do you do this with everyone around you?"
"What do you mean?" she asks in confusion not sure what he is asking.
"Do you micromanage everyone else or is this treatment reserved to me?" he demands stopping his pacing and turning to face her. He towers over her as he glares at her and for the first time since he has come back into her life, Bella is afraid. Her initial thought is to cower in fear and try to placate him, but rational thought swiftly wins over. He isn't her responsibility. She shouldn't have to emotionally regulate him, and she sure as hell shouldn't appease or placate him.
She stands up and crosses her arms. She will not let him tower over her. She isn't a weakling. She stays silent and doesn't answer him letting her eyes do the talking and his mind reach the conclusion.
"Of course not. Everyone is a responsible rational adult and I am the man-child you need to put kid gloves on while handling," he mutters to himself under his breath, but Bella hears him.
She raises an eyebrow at his audacity and tells him, "Really? You're that fucking surprised?"
He just shakes his head angrily as he tells her, "I thought you were above shitty mind games."
"Now wait a fucking minute," she demands loudly and then realizes that Cece might hear them and lowers her voice to tell him, "Me micromanaging you is a perfect way, to sum up our relationship. You were never an active participant. Everything that needed to be done was either done by me or done by you only after I nagged you."
He crosses his arms and tells her in an unsure voice, "That's not true."
"Yes it it. After I became your girlfriend you never took me out on dates unless I asked you to, and half of them after I told you verbatim where I wanted to go. On every trip we took together, I was the one who planned it and figured out the logistics and the itinerary, and where we were staying. You never did that. Every anniversary we had, I would remind you of it, and nag you until you would sit down with me and we would plan it together. Every time we sat to watch a movie together, you would tell me to just pick one and I would agonize over the choice to make, only for you to start complaining about it halfway through. Yet you never, ever, bothered picking one or even suggesting a genre. The only reason you are even on speaking terms with your family is because I orchestrated your relationship with them for years, so that you would never lose them even though they always had a snide thing to say about me. Even though I never enjoyed my time there and I always was made to feel like a guest expected at any minute to leave."
She heaves loudly as she said all of that in one breath. "Do you want me to continue? I have no problem doing that, but I promise that the picture won't get prettier."
Hey lovely people,
Sorry for the late update. I have been feeling like I am on the verge of burnout for the last week and I have been preparing for a midterm for the last three days, so I decided to take it easy on the writing while I prep for my test. I was feeling better and less anxious, so I decided to do some writing and here we are. The next chapter will be updated on time. If there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes please let me know. I am currently functioning on three hours of sleep and editing while trying to pry my eyes open isn't easy. I will go to sleep and the next morning look at the chapter again and see if there is anything I need to fix.
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