2brown-eyes reads!
I Get Around—2Pac Shakur
I pull into a parking space at the hospital, my heart thumping so loudly it nearly drowns out the rapping that emits from my speakers. My hands are jittery, my palms sweaty, my mouth dry. I feel like I might throw up or fall on my face if I try to walk.
It's never easy to knowingly hurt someone.
I should know.
I have a lot of experience.
Doubt starts to creep in, and I begin to wonder if I really can go through with this. Will I be able to just go in there and beg him back? Will he let me? Will he laugh me out of the building? Is it too late?
Am I too late?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I take deep breaths and release them slowly. My mother's voice echoes inside my head; the way she talked about losing my dad, the devastation in her tone, the reminder to live life to the fullest. Lightning isn't known to strike twice so close, but it's a risk I'm unwilling to take.
I grab the thin, chrome door handle, my fist so tightly wrapped around it that my tanned fingers are stark white, and I pull. The door creaks open, the sound only putting me further on edge. My steps are slow and meandering, but I eventually do make it inside to the help desk where Mrs. Greene works.
"Hey, Bella," she says, smiling. "I haven't seen you around here since…"
"Yeah." My stomach churns at the reminder, but it's also a great motivator. "I was looking for Edward. Do you know where I can find him?"
She stares at me strangely, suspiciously, and I want to turn and run away, but I don't. "He should be doing rounds on the second floor with Dr. Cullen."
"Thank you. Tell Principal Greene I said hi," I say as I walk toward the elevators. But nerves get the better of me, and I swap to the stairs instead.
He could be standing right there when the doors open, and that's not a scenario I'm prepared for. I slip into the stairwell, like I'm sneaking or some dumb shit, and wring my hands. It's like an invisible force is holding me in place. I want this so badly, yet it feels so wrong.
"… get it together." A voice I recognize instantly filters down, and I creep up a few steps, barely peeking past the rail, my heart galloping in my chest. "I may not know all the details, but I can guess what this is about, and frankly, it's bullshit, son."
"I don't know what you mean," Edward responds, offended.
Carlisle chuckles, clasping him on the shoulder. "You can play it that way if you want to but let me be clear." I can't see Carlisle's expression, but his body is tense, and his eyes are focused on his son. "Cullen men don't toy with people, so I expect you to suck it up and act like you give a damn whether you do or not."
"Do you even care what I want?" Edward snaps, his hand clawing through his hair.
"I do care," Carlisle says, pausing with his hand on the knob. "But it'll have to wait until you're back in Hanover."
He slips out the door to the second floor without another word, and I'm left perplexed. Edward, on the other hand, is angry. He kicks the wall a few times while muttering expletives.
He's all sexy and hot as he does it, too.
But I shake that off.
Because my moment is here.
And again, I wonder if I can do it at all.
"Fuck." He slaps the wall.
I hesitate.
He breathes deeply.
Blows it out.
Grabs the knob.
Hysteria overwhelms me, and I call his name.
It's loud.
Too loud in the enclosed space.
He turns.
A myriad of emotions plays out in his expression before it settles with his brows drawn down. "Bella," he says. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk."
Oh god! I felt sooooo horrible when I dusted this bitch off and gave it a read lol.
Eek, a damn giant ass cliffy!
BUT SHE CAN'T BACK OUT NOW, RIGHT?
RIGHT?
*covers face*
See you Monday bright and early!