About three things I was absolutely positive:
First, Edward was not only part of the mafia, but he was the mafia boss.-
Second, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him and he with me.-
And third, there was a part of him – a part that was somewhat obsessed with me – that would never let me go.
I came home from a long day at work, and after hanging my coat away in the closet, I went to make sure that I had locked the front door. I was getting that feeling again. That feeling you get when you think there's someone behind you, watching your every step. It was getting close to that time again, when I would have flee to another city to avoid being found by him.
I walked around the house to make sure the windows were locked as well; there was no such thing as being too careful. Once I was satisfied, I went to change out of my waitress uniform and into something more loose and comfortable. I didn't like working at the diner. I wanted to go back to teaching, but he knew that I loved to teach, so I couldn't do that. I had to be careful.
I made my way to the kitchen to make myself a salad for dinner. I still couldn't shake off that creepy feeling, so I grabbed some apple juice; apple juice always helps me relax. I poured myself a glass and made my way toward the living room to watch some TV. It was there that I stopped in my tracks. I was so shocked that I dropped the dishes in my hands.
Sitting there in front of me was him: the man I given five years of my life to, the man I had fallen in love with. Edward. I couldn't believe it… I... I… I had to get out of here. I knew I wouldn't make it, but I had to try. I couldn't move though; I was frozen in place, too stunned to move, or even run away.
"Isabella, my love, I have finally found you. What do you have to say for yourself? Hmm? Where the fuck have you been? I've been searching for you for the past six months. I think you owe me an explanation." Oh God, he was pissed.
"I…I…I–" I was still frozen in shock. I couldn't even speak. What could I say to him? I turned and ran for the door.
I sprinted for the door and tried to unfasten the three locks. I got to the last one and I thought that maybe I was about to get away, against all odds, but I should have known better.
As I turned the knob and started to open the door, it slammed shut. Edward grabbed me by the arms, spun me around to face him, and pushed me up against the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" he yelled. "Do you really think, after all this time, I would just let you go? Fuck no. You're never leaving my side again. You're my fucking wife! Understand?" He grabbed my left hand and held it up to my face. "You see this? Even you know that you're mine! After all this time, you've still kept the ring on your finger! You belong to me and me alone."
He had me pushed up against the door, and he was pushed up against me. I saw his eyes go wide and I knew that he felt it, my seven-month pregnant belly; for being seven months pregnant, it didn't show much. For a minute he was speechless, though I knew this was just the beginning; he was going to become furious.
"Is there something you wanted to tell me, Isabella?" he said with a warning tone. Damn, he was pissed.
"I…I…um, I'm pregnant." Well that was blunt.
"No fucking shit, Bella!" he yelled. "Who the fuck's is it?"
Now I was fucking pissed. How dare he! How dare he insinuate that that the baby is not his!
"You fucking asshole! You know it's fucking yours, you bastard!" I tried to struggle out of his grip. Ugh! Sometimes I couldn't stand to be near him!
"You better watch your mouth. How the hell am I supposed to know it's mine? You fucking left, Bella, what the fuck am I supposed to think?"
"Well you should fucking know that I love you too much to cheat on you!"
With that, he froze; we both did. I had just admitted that I still loved him. We were staring at each other, unsure what to do next. Then, suddenly, his lips were against mine and I couldn't resist him.
It felt like an eternity since we had last kissed. I knew I shouldn't have let him kiss me. I couldn't deny it though. I still loved him.
Edward pulled back., "We're going home, and on the way you'll tell me why you ran away, with you pregnant with our child no less."
"No, Edward, I won't go with you." I couldn't go back, I wouldn't. The mafia business ran his life. I only got to see him twice a week if I was lucky. Our child would not be raised around his schedule and would not be exposed to the mafia lifestyle.
"We'll just see about that," he said as he pulled my arm. "We're leaving. Right now."
With that, he pulled me outside and threw me in the armored car that was waiting for us. I sat there, in the car, refusing to look at him. He continued to ask me why I had left and why I had ran away while I was pregnant with our child. I refused to answer. Of course, this made him angry. He grabbed my face roughly and turned it so that I was now facing him. "Answer me when I talk to you," he said, his tone warning me not to test him.
I guess that maybe I should start from the beginning so that you know how I got into this situation.
Well it all started five years ago…
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