Edward POV:
My head felt like it was being squeezed by a very angry UFC fighter, and my stomach was churning; the rocking of the bed was doing little to aid in my quest to keep down...what ever I ate yesterday. Was it even the next day? The last thing I remember, was throwing back a couple of shots with Bella and the others. Was I still at Bella's, or did I go home?
With the way I was feeling, I was hoping it wasn't the latter. I knew there would be no way in hell I would be capable of driving, let alone Emmett; he never knew when to call it quits when we went shot back a few.
The rocking of the bed was soon followed by tiny whimpers. I wish what ever was making those noises would stop, and stop shaking the bed while they were at it.
Wait...
Bed, Bella's house, shaking, whimpering...Bella!
My eyes darted open, regretting it quickly as the harsh light from the window assaulted my sensitive irises. I fought back the urge to close them again; I had to find Bella.
It didn't take long to spot her, and when I did I felt my heart contort at the sight of her. Bella sat near the edge of the bed with her knees to her chest; her eyes were wide and wild as tears pour from them, she seemed to be searching for something. Bella's whimpering increased an octave the moment she felt the bed move; I was afraid she would scream.
"Bella?" I asked in a timid whisper. Bella's head snapped in my direction, but she wasn't seeing me, it was like she was looking through me.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
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