Chasing for Something

Chapter 7

Chapter 7; Isabella.

"What about your family?" He said, making me look up. I stiffened and I closed my eyes for a moment. I never knew what to say about my parents, so all I ever said was that they were dead. Which they were, to me at least.

"Um, my parents died in a car accident last year." I lied, looking away and closing my eyes. Actually, my parents died, to me, four years ago.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't know." He said, worried in his voice. I shook my head, looked up at him and gave him a bright smile.

"It's not your fault." I said, taking a sip of my drink. I knew that wasn't the truth of my parents, but I was never able to speak about them. All these memories came rushing into my mind, I knew I had to get out of the situation. I wanted to go home.

"Um, Edward. I'm suddenly not feeling too well. Do you think I could go home?" I said, avoiding his gaze.

"Isabella.. I'm sorry if what I said bothered you. I-I didn't mean to." He said, sincerity in his voice. I shook my head, it wasn't his fault.

"It's not what you said, but I'm suddenly not feeling well." I stood up, taking my purse, and then looking back at him. "I'm gonna take a cab." I said, he started to protest but I practically ran out of the restaurant. Next thing I knew, I was in a cab on my way home. I started to breathe deeply and shaking my head.

Minutes later the taxi man spoke up. "Ma'am, we're here." I looked up, and nodded giving him a twenty. "Keep the change." I said, as I quickly got out making my way into the building. I went straight for the elevator until someone called my name. I turned around and it was Edward.

"Are you okay? Why didn't you let me take you home?" He said, he sounded out of breath which meant he had run here. Wait, I never told him where I lived.

"How do you know where I lived?" I said, as I shook my head looking up at him. He chuckled, waving his phone in the air.

He then leaned down and whispered in my ear, his voice strong but soft. "I have my resources." I nodded, and shut my eyes. Once I opened them, I shook my head.

"Goodnight." I said, slipping into the elevator and pressing my floor. I leaned against the wall once the doors were close. I let out the sigh I didn't know I was holding in.

It was wrong. He gave me butterflies that I hadn't felt in a long time. I had fallen in love once. Before I ran away. When I turned 15, I waited eight months to run away and in those eight months I fell in love. And got my heart broken.

We had been dating for a while, we were the golden couple as everyone said. I thought I was in love but I guess I was caught up in the moment. And I truly thought he liked me, but he didn't. I found him and my best friend kissing. I was heartbroken and I was mad. I was furious with them that I never spoke to them again, but I was sad inside. Just sad. I remember going to my parents bedroom that night and wanting to talk about it with them. So when I told them what happened they didn't care.

"Oh? I'm sorry." My mother said, not really paying any attention to me. She was on her phone, of course. I sighed and turned to my father.

"Right, sorry sweetie." He said, he was also on his phone. I tried so hard not to cry in front of them and I kept it together. But once I walked out, I told them I hated them. I don't really know what happened next because the next thing I knew I was on a plane to New York City.

The elevator dinged and I got out. I walked over to my apartment, unlocked the door and slipped in. I knew Brianna would be waiting for me and wanting every detail, but all I wanted was to sleep.