Chapter thirteen – Blue Sunshine
"…I see your heartbeat through the bed sheets. I feel your pulse against the floor…"
"Have ya managed to talk to him yet?"
Alice, Rose and I were reclining on the beach loungers, sipping cocktails and hoping to pick up a bit of colour.
"Nope. After my feeling-sorry-for-myself shower he had left our room and I haven't seen him since. Jazz and Emmett said he didn't come back into their room either."
Alice snorts into her glass, "so he's walkin' around naked somewhere? Ha!"
Poor, poor souls of Venice.
"Wait," Rose is seemingly having trouble getting her head around this (she isn't the only one) "Did you sleep with him then?"
"I don't know!" I take a drag from my Camel. "All I know is that we woke up in the same bed, I was naked, there was an empty condom wrapper on the floor and…well, I don't know if he had clothes on or not, but he wasn't wearing a shirt."
"Yeah, it sounds like you did the deeds. But until we find Edward and ask for his side of the story, we won't know for certain. I just hope, if you did, that you used the condom."
I never thought about that!
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck fuckfuckfuck! If I was drunk enough to sleep with Prick Dick, chances are I was too drunk to care if we used anything or not! Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit shitshitshit."
"Okay, okay; enough with the repeating words thing, I'm getting a headache. Bell-hole, I'm sure everything is fine and that you never did anything wrong. And remember that people dodge the baby bullet all the time! You have nothing to worry about."
Rosalie left our conversation to go and get another round of drinks. Alice sat up and looked at me like I was some immature, little child. "Even so, Bell-hole, I think ya should ring him; see where he is and meet up so ya'll can talk."
Really? I don't like the sound of that.
"Oh, Alice, I don't know…"
"Christ Bella! This is only gonna go and get worse. Ya'll are ex's fightin' each other; you can't let this go on."
"Okay! Okay! Stopping mothering me already; I'll see where he is."
I found my phone in the clutch I brought with me and flipped it open. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as I scrolled down to 'P' and pressed 'call' on Prick Dick.
Don't answer. Don't answer.
Oh fuck me! I don't know anymore.
I don't know if luck is on my side or not, but either way, his call went straight to voicemail.
"He didn't answer." I put my phone away and then went back to finish my smoke.
"Then try again! Bell-hole, what if he's in trouble? Or, like, hurt somewhere?"
"How would phoning help, then? If he didn't answer he either can't or he's ignoring me. Personally, I think he's ignoring me."
Alice huffed. "Fine, I'll do it myself." She takes out her own phone and waits for an answer. "Hey Sweetie!" The fuck? He answered? And she calls him 'sweetie?' "Er…yeah I am wearing my spotty bikini? Can you see us?" Shit, he's here? "No, you dirty animal, I'm not wearing the string one!" Okay, okay, this is disgusting. I don't even want to know why Alice and Edward and talking about this. "Okay Jazz enough, listen…" Oh…okay that makes more sense now. "Is Ed' back yet?…HE'S WHAT?!" Oh shit… "Right okay, okay, bye."
I don't say a word and stared at Alice in worry.
"Right, don't freak out…" I instantly freak out. "But Jazz said he's in their room and packing his bags…"
"What?! He's leaving?! What a pathetic little shit."
I grab my stuff and race back across the hot sand, ignoring Rose when she walks past with a tray of drinks. I hear her call my name, but I don't reply. If Prick Dick wants to leave, fine, he can go, but not before we talk first.
I make it back to their room in record time, Jazz answers the door and points me in the direction of Edward. True to his words, I see Prick Dick going back and forth, shoving all his belongings into a duffle back.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I shout, which makes Edward stop in his step for a second. He continues to pack whilst replying.
"I can't do this, Bella. I can't stay here with everything going on in my head."
"What is going on? If you leave it'll just be like the last time – pissing off instead of facing your problems. I thought you wanted to sort this out?"
My whole life is one big question right now. What happened? Why is he running? Are we going to sort this out? Do I want to? I'm fed up with these petty arguments.
"What happened last night was a mistake. One that won't happen again."
"What did happen last night? I am oblivious to the whole evening and I need some answers!"
Edward pushed the duffle off the bed and made me take a seat.
"Fine. You want answers? I'll give you some."
Oooh…this is gonna be good!
Tune in next time, bitches ;)