A Midnight Kiss ~Twilight Saga FanFiction~

Chapter Eight

I stepped out of the hospital doors, the rain drizzling down from a sky blanketed in dark grey clouds. The air was thick with the scent of rain and damp earth, an oddly soothing combination that almost made me forget who I was supposed to be leaving with. Almost. My heart pounded at the thought of being alone with Edward in his car, both in awe and anger. Dad's police cruiser was nowhere in sight, and the parking lot was a sea of cars. Only one stood out to me — Edward's sleek, silver Volvo. "Are you okay?" Edward's voice startled me. I turned to find him standing next to me, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of gold. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied curtly, though my voice barely carried over the sound of the rain. "Do I need to carry you to the car, Roxanne?" Edward's smirk was barely contained, as if he held back laughter.

"Oh, so you do know my name." I retorted, storming towards his car. I reached for the door, only for it to be locked. I heard Edward's laughter from the other side of the vehicle as he unlocked the car. I slid into the warm interior, sinking into the plush leather seats with a deep breath. The inside of Edward's car smelled just like him, making my heart flutter, and my stomach did little flips. I leaned back, watching raindrops race each other down the passenger window. Should I ask him why he left? I wanted to call him out for his rude behavior at school; I wanted to make it known I thought he was an asshole. But what if he had a valid reason? The soft hum of the engine was the only sound filling the car, and I couldn't stop my mind from racing with thoughts of what to say. The dark clouds outside only seemed to highlight the whirlwind of feelings inside me. I stole glances at him whenever I could, trying to understand the enigma that was Edward. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear the confusion swirling in my mind. It felt absurd just being around him. Like it was some sort of blasphemy or something. Suddenly, Edward's cold hands appeared before me, his breath a chill on my neck that brought me back to reality. I shivered as goosebumps prickled my skin, my breath catching in my throat. He pulled the seatbelt across me deftly and clicked it into place. "You're so cold," I blurted out, trying to steady my voice. He'd been so close I could smell his beautiful florally scent.

Edward frowned slightly as he met my gaze, a flicker of something in his dark eyes that was hard to read. "I'm sorry," He said, his voice soft and almost apologetic. "I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable." The car's engine hummed as Edward kept his eyes on the road, but the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. I had spent the entire night wondering what had happened to make him act so distant. And I wasn't going to stay quiet anymore.

"Edward, can you please tell me what's going on?" I sighed, finally breaking the silence, my voice shaky but firm. "You've been gone all week." He stiffened, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as if bracing for an impact. His eyes flicked to me for a moment before returning to the road. "I'm sorry," Edward muttered, his voice low, as if he didn't want to admit anything. "You hated me on my first day of school, like I was some kind of disease. You barely said two words to me. And then you disappear for an entire week without a word!" My voice rose slightly, frustration mixing with confusion. "What the hell happened, Edward?"

His jaw tightened, and he shot me a brief glance before looking back at the road. He sighed deeply, almost like he was trying to figure out how to say something without sounding like a jerk. "It's not you, Roxi," He said quietly, but his tone was laced with something I couldn't quite place. "It's just...complicated."

"Complicated?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. "You think complicated is enough of an explanation? Edward, I've been trying to figure out what the hell I did to you, but guess what, I didn't fucking do anything! And you acted like I'm some evil person who's done something wrong to you." He was silent for a long moment, his gaze steady on the road, as if the words he needed to say were stuck somewhere in his throat. "I don't want to hurt you." He said, almost like he was saying it to himself. I narrowed my eyes at him, not buying it. "Hurt me? Edward, what are you talking about? You're acting like you're some kind of danger to me. What do you mean by that? Why do you think it's so dangerous for me to be around you?" He glanced at me quickly, his eyes clouded with something I couldn't understand, before he turned his focus back to the rain-soaked road. Edward seemed like he was wrestling with something. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because it is dangerous. You don't understand, Roxi. Being around me, knowing me...it's dangerous. I can't put you in that kind of situation."