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Chapter 2

Edward Cullen

This boy looked just gorgeous. I had never seen anything more beautiful. He was tall and must have had some muscles, as you could guess under his T-shirt. His face resembled a god, striking but beautiful. He had golden eyes and his hair color I had never seen on a human before. It was bronze in color. If I were still talking, I probably would have been speechless.

But the boy continued to walk toward me. He stopped just before me, held out his pale hand to me and grinned at me with a crooked smile.

"You must be Isabella. I'm Edward! Did you have a good flight? And welcome to Washington!"

My breath caught.

I had never heard such a beautiful voice - and that laugh.

Edward grinned at me.

Oh yes, I still had to answer him. I was about to open my mouth when I remembered that I wasn't talking anymore. Man, this boy could really confuse you.

I quickly pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and wrote:

Just Bella, please! My flight was good, thank you.

"Okay Bella, which suitcase is yours?"

I turned around quickly. My suitcase just passed us, and I pointed at it. Edward wordlessly grabbed the suitcase.

"Okay, then come with me! Or do you have more luggage?", he asked, and I shook my head.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the airport to his car. He was driving a silver Volvo.

He stowed my suitcase in the trunk, then went to the passenger door and held it open for me, grinning wryly at me.

He was silent for the rest of the trip.

What could he have said? I wouldn't answer him. Not that I didn't want to talk to him, just that I wouldn't type something on my cell phone while driving and hold it under his nose. Afterwards, we still ended up in the ditch.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward start to grin.

What did he have now?

A short time later we were standing in front of Charlie's house and Edward carried my suitcase to my room.

He was very polite and nice to me. I liked him.

"Do you want me to keep you company until Charlie gets here or do you want to be alone?"

I shook my head.

Edward probably misunderstood.

"Okay, then, I'll be on my way home."

He seemed a little glum.

I quickly took a step toward him and held him by the shoulder. He looked at me questioningly.

I quickly typed into my cell phone:

No, I would like it if you could still stay. I do not like to be alone!

That was really true. I hadn't liked being alone for four months. As soon as I was, I started thinking about what happened that night that changed my life so much. And that was not good for me!

Edward probably understood what I meant and went with me down to the living room where we sat down on the couch.

"May I ask what happened to you that you stopped speaking?"

He looked at me uncertainly, as if I would freak out at this question or something.

But I shook my head again and looked around. I had already discovered a block.

Edward suddenly got up, went into the kitchen, and came back a short time later with a glass of water and a pen. He had probably guessed what I was going to do. He gave me the pen and I began to write:

I'm sorry. But that's exactly why I don't talk anymore!

He looked at me questioningly and I continued writing:

Everyone asked me this question and I did not want to explain what had happened over and over again. It was enough for me that it kept replaying in my mind. I am sorry, but I have suppressed it and never want to know about it again!

Despite the fact that I tried my best not to think about it, I saw the images in front of me again.

Angela, the dark alley, and the woman with the flaming red hair.

I quickly closed my eyes and concentrated on Edward.

It helped.

The images disappeared and I opened my eyes again, but only to look into the face of a shocked Edward.