“I promise you that I will do my best to keep you safe.”
“You can’t be with me twenty-four hours a day, Edward,” I
said dejectedly.
“I could. If you move in with me,” he suggested.
“What?” I squeaked. “It’s too soon. Edward, what would Emma
think? Jessica? Your family? No…we can’t move in together.”
“Bella, breathe,” Edward murmured as he pulled to his chest
in a warm hug. “It was just a suggestion.”
“It’s too soon,” I reiterated.
“Probably, but I need to keep you safe,” he sighed as he
kissed my shoulder. “You seem calmer. Your heart is stammering out of your
chest.”
“I don’t think I can sleep, though,” I sighed. “Nightmares.”
“Let’s watch a movie or something,” Edward said as he
scooped me up.
“Jesus. You pick me up like I weigh nothing,” I breathed as
I clutched to his neck.
“That’s because you do,” he smirked. He carried me to the
couch in the family room. “What do you want to watch, my love?”
“Something humorous,” I replied. Edward perused my videos
and found one that he liked. Popping in the 40-Year-Old
Virgin, he settled behind me and we watched the inane humor of Steve
Carrell until the sun came up. Edward eventually dozed off as he held me. My
mind wouldn’t shut off, though. I removed myself from Edward’s embrace. Staring
at his face, he looks so innocent in slumber.
I can’t let him get
hurt.
As happy as I’ve been, I refuse to let James ruin Edward and
Emma’s lives. I needed to end this now. But, I didn’t know how. For the first
time in my entire life, I felt loved and cherished by a man who wasn’t my dad.
I felt protected. This was bigger than that. It was Edward’s life. Emma’s life
too.
I dressed in some warm clothes and headed downstairs to my
car. I don’t know what I was thinking but the next thing I knew, I was parked
at the shore of the Lake Michigan. I walked to a picnic table and sat down,
huddled in my winter coat. I shivered as the tears fell down my cheeks. There
were days where I wished that James had succeeded in ending my life. Today was
one of them. Instead of enjoying the New Year with the love of my life, I’m
sobbing in the frigid cold next to Lake Michigan.
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