We sped away so quickly, my head was spinning a little

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We sped away so quickly, my head was spinning a little. I could feel the butterflies of excitement fluttering around in my stomach. I couldn't suppress them. The surprise was killing me. I knew he wouldn't tell me where we were going but I had to ask at least one more time.

"So where are we going?" I failed to hide my excitement, and to this he laughed.

"My, my Bella are we a little over excited?" He turned to me and smiled, showing his white pearly teeth.

"No," yes, "I just wanted to know." He didn't turn to me this time, he just keep staring ahead. Then it started, "the silence". The silence was always my great enemy; it made me feel so uncomfortable, especially when I didn't even know what Edward was thinking. I tried to occupy myself with the outside world by looking out the window at the fast moving objects the sped right by. It only worked for a few minutes until I felt uneasy again.

Why wasn't he talking? Maybe he's mad. I put my head down and amused myself with my hands in my lap. Then I felt a cold hand grip my hand. Edward pulled my hand up to his mouth and kissed it lightly. "I'm sorry Bella, I was just thinking, and sometimes I get a little too preoccupied." I didn't look at Edward, but I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face.

He let go of my hand for a moment, but only to flip in a CD, then grabbed my hand again. Clair de lunea. The piano sound was very soothing. Out the corner of my eye I could see him staring at me again. I felt like I was under a microscope, being examined, as if I were some rare specimen. He looked away tightening his grip on my hand. I looked to Edward to see if he was mad. He didn't look mad, he looked as if he was staring at some distant memory or something to that effect. I looked away, and then right as I looked away I saw him turn in my direction. My head jerked in Edward's direction, as he too jerked his head back to his driving. A game? Was he playing with me?

I saw the corners of his mouth lift a little into a small grin. I turned my head away and couldn't help but laugh when he turned his head in my direction again. A hot blush crept up in my already rosy cheeks. To continue the little game I turned my head to Edward, but this time he did not look away. He peered right into my eyes, and for some reason I couldn't look away. It seemed that his golden eyes could see right through me, as if I were a piece of glass. His smile grew all the way up to eyes, and his laugh was that of pure velvet.

"Have I told you beautiful you look this evening Bella?" He took his hand and ran his fingers through my hair, massaging and rubbing my scalp. I tried not to let him notice how good his hands felt on my scalp. I felt as if I could go to sleep right there on the seat. But after a few moments, to my disappointment, he stopped and removed his hand. He lifted his hand up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "hmmmmm, I love your smell."

"Are we almost there?" I asked sounding a little more childish than I wanted.

"Calm down Bella, and yes we are almost there." I let out a long sigh and went back to staring out the window. My hair kept falling in my face. There always seemed to be that one piece of hair that would not go back in place. I reached up and started to wrap my hair into a bun, where it would be less annoying.

"What you doing?" Edward's voice made be jump and then freeze. I looked at him and his eyes held somewhat of a form of irritation in them. I didn't answer, but just looked at him trying to figure out if he was mad or not. "Bella, what are you doing?"

"I was just putting my hair up, it keeps falling in my face, and it annoying." I said this with more confidence than I expected, but I did it somehow.

"Oh?" He said now staring at me intently. "Don't you think I would have left something for you to tie up your hair if that's what I wanted?" He was referring to when I was getting ready.

"I, just thought-" He cut me off, now I knew he was irritated. The real small things that would set Edward off!

"Obviously I wanted it down." I kept looking at him, with my hands still holding the unfinished wrapped bun. I let my hands fall limply to my lap as my hair encircled my shoulders, slowly untwisting from it bun like form. "There that's better. Much better. Don't you think?"

"What do you Care!" I yelled a little more loudly than I expected. I was frustrated that he could tell me what to do with my hair. "It's not like my opinion matters anyway! You just want to do what you want to do, and you don't even care for what I think! Your just an overpowering freak!" My own words caught even me by surprise. The car swerved and was instantly parked off the side of the road. By the look on his face, I knew he was going to yell at me, so I wasted no time in opening my passenger door and making a run for it. We had not yet reached town, so instead I ran towards the forest. It hadn't been long before I realized that I wasn't really getting anywhere, damn these heels!

Behind me I heard Edward shouting my name. "Bella! Bella come back here!" I just kept running. Then I heard his car door open and slam. I kept running, until Edward had instantly caught up to me and held me in his iron grip. I squirmed and kicked in his arms. Thrashing my head this way and that, I did not want to hear his yell at me, or even speak to me for that matter. Held me tight until my body gave up on fighting against his strength. So, I screamed as loud as I possibly could.

But my scream was cut short when he immediately cupped a hand over my mouth. "Stop it Bella! You forget you belong to ME!" He growled. I tried to bite his hand but it was too large. So instead I focused on my erratic breathing through my nose. My heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard through the silence. "Bella, why did you run!" It wasn't really a question it was more of a command.

I struggled in his grip, the last thing I wanted to hear was him yelling at me again. He let his hand slip from my mouth and without even thinking about it, I shouted, "I hate you!" Opps. I didn't really hate Edward, but I was so mad and frustrated that I just said what I was feeling at the moment. That's when I felt Edward's grip loosen on my body, and release me. When I turned around to look at him his face was unreadable. But his eyes were full of injure. I was at a lost for words. "Edward," I tried to begin my apology sentence, but I didn't know what to say.

The hurt was rapidly replaced by anger, as he turned away from me and strolled towards the car. "Get in the car Bella we're going home." Going home? My mind instantly asked. But what about my present? As if reading my mind Edward twisted around and said,

"I don't think you are in a position to deserve a present. So get in the car." My eyes filled up with desperation. I don't want to go home, it was mistake. "Bella, I'm not going to tell you again, get in the car." I realized I could push him no further, so I sadly sulked back to the car, with my head held down. Edward open the car door for me as I slipped in not even bothering to look at his face.

He slipped around the car and into the driver's seat. I could feel the burning need to cry. I heard his keys jingle as he stuck them into the ignition. I was waiting for the roar of the car, but it did not happen. I didn't want to look at Edward because if I did, that meant that he would see me crying, and was way too proud for that. But I made the mistake of letting a tear drop escape, swiftly falling onto my dress, leaving a small dark mark. So much for being proud.

Edward reached up and wiped the tear trail that was left on my cheek. "Why are you crying?" his voice did not sound angry, more then ever it sound emotionless.

"I not crying!" Even I knew it was a pathetic way to respond.

He chuckled, "your not? Well then look at me." I turned my face even further away, only for it to be gently pulled back around. His hand was lightly cupped under my chin holding my face up to his. "Look at me," he repeated. My glassy eyes slowly looked up to his. "Now, tell me you're not crying." And that's when it happened. My tears let loose as if someone had removed a big bolder from in the path of a waterfall.

"Oh, Bella," he said as he back up the driver's seat and pulled me over into his lap. "You know I hate to see you cry." I just buried my face into his chest. "What's the mater? Why are you crying"

Once again, without thinking I said what first came to my mind, "I want my present." Of course that wasn't really the reason I was crying. It was out of frustration, of never having my own free will. Always doing what he wanted.

He let out a loud humorous laugh, "Well Bella, I think it's a little late for that, besides he's probably gone by now." This puzzled me, so I looked up to his face.

"Who is gone?" He looked down at me with almost pity.

"Your father." My heart skipped a beat to his words. My eyes grew wide with extreme anxiety.

"My father?" I repeated my voice barley audible.

"Yes, I was going to take you to see him, then I was going to take you out to dinner to your favorite restaurant and spend the rest of the time in a hotel that I made reservations for. But he did have a plane to catch, and so by now he is probably gone."

"Oh." Was all I could say. If only I had kept my mouth shut I would have been so happy.

After a few moments, "So are you going to tell me the real reason as to why you are crying?" I wasn't sure if it was good idea to tell him or not. "You can tell me." His voice was soft and soothing. "I promise I won't get mad."

"I'm just frustrated."

"About?"

"Well, ever since you took me away, or I went away with you, my life has been miserable. I never get to go outside, have friends, or even talk to people. All I do is work, work, work, and work. And when I make a mistake, or I want to do something on my own, you just yell at me. I just want my life back! And I have no clean clothes, and my bed is too small." I don't know why I add in the last two, but since I was confessing all my problems, what the heck?

"I see. I'm sorry Bella. I neglected the fact that you are human, and as a human you do need fresh air, and friends to be healthy. As for your work, we will talk later about cutting some of it out. I will try not to be so demanding to you, as I see it really isn't fair. As for your clothes," he stopped and smiled, "well, we'll just have to go shopping."

"My bed?" He looked back me with a confused expression, as to why I would ask such a strange question. Then he smiled his evil grin and chuckled under his breath.

"What about it?"

"It's too small! It's only a twin. I fall off it every night."

"Oh my, can't have a small bed can we?" He grinned at me, "Well I'll just have to watch you more than normal won't I? And don't worry if you fall, I'll catch you."

Before I could protest he lifted me up off his lap and set me over in the passenger's seat. Then started the engine up. We pulled away from our parked position, and made a U turn. "Were, we really going home?" "Are we really going home?"

He glanced at me then back at the road. "Yes."

"But, what about dinner?"

"What about it?"

"I'm hungry."

"You'll find something at home."

I was getting desperate now, I really didn't want to go back to my prison just yet. "Please?"

The car stopped and he smiled. I looked around and noticed that we were at my favorite restaurant. Bartolii's Famous Italian food. I looked back at him with excitement. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. And then quickly slipped out the car and over to my door. I got out put my hand in his as he was holding it out. For a moment it seemed that things had gone back to the way things used to be for me and Edward. Then I suddenly remembered something. Hotel. "You were going to take me to a hotel?

"Were?"

"For what?"

He looked at me as an mischievous smile played on his lips. "To spend some time with one another, it's always nice to get out the house with one's mate." I didn't know weather to believe him or not.

"Are you serious" I asked.

"Have I ever lied to you Bella?" He said planting another kiss on my lips. "Besides, I already have reservations, and knowing how poor I am, I don't like to waste money."

Poor! Yeah right! He was probably the richest man alive!

He opened the restaurant door and we entered.