The Finish Line

Chapter 4 Light

A/N: I don't own anything having to do with Twilight. I do own a raging headache and a bag of Lemons. First off let me apologize if anything in this chapter is wrong I have never been in the situation I have put Bella in nor do I really know anyone that has. I did research on the internet about duration of the effects And Bella started out a hard ass in this story and in some ways she is still but she is starting to soften up to Edward but only a bit. She doesn't really trust him yet but trusts him more than anyone else in her life but Lance. OK enough rambling time to start the show. Please review and let me know how im doing. I live for it and can only get better if you point out the flaws of the story. =)

Chapter 4 Light

I locked myself in Edward's music room so I could finish off what I had hidden in my boots when they found me. It took me a couple days but I wrote a new song in the process. I started to feel it after almost 48 hours straight. I know everyone was worried but I just couldn't let my dreams catch up to me. Edward knocked several times a day on the door asking if everything was fine. I would just strum the guitar louder or the piano. I would sneak out to the kitchen when I knew he was asleep if I was hungry which wasn't often. I was now out of the coke that I relied heavily on and was starving. I snuck into the kitchen when I heard Edward on the phone.

“I'm worried Alice, she's been in there nearly two days with no food, no drink and no shower.Lance said it's normal for her when she gets into a writing phase. But she ignores the door when I knock.......I will....... Love you too sis. Bye.”

I hurried back to the room but tripped over my feet in the process falling on my ass. “SHIT”

“I was beginning to think you died in there.”

“Nah, just working the kinks out of a song..”

“Um, you stink.” He repiled as he crinkled his nose.

“Thanks Mr. Tact.”

“Come on go shower and I'll make you something to eat. You must be starving.”

“Yeah, I actually kinda am.”

I ran upstairs to the guest bathroom and it hit me did I get rid of the evidence of my addictions? I think I did. I flew down the stairs and into the music room to find Edward sitting at the piano.

“What's wrong?'

“The words are so sad, Bella, but beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I said while I glanced around the room making sure everything was gone. Luckily it was.

“Forget something?”

“Yeah, my phone.”

“Here ya go.”

“Thanks” I ran back up and grabbed my clothes out of the guest room and into the bathroom. Damn that shower felt awesome. And I realized how hungry I was when I heard my stomach growl. I stumbled down the stairs after dressing in yoga pants and a camisole. Comfort was my best friend today. My stomach growled again as I rounded the corner and smelt the wonderful fragrances coming from the kitchen.

“Damn, something smells good. What did you make?”

“Chicken fajitas.”

I grabbed the ingredients to make frozen margaritas and made up a pitcher for us to go along with the meal.

“God, Edward, these are heavenly” I moaned, “Heaven.” I finished my fajitas, I just couldn't get enough of them. I even made another pitcher of margaritas. “I just noticed Edward you havent touched your drink? Not like it?”

“It's good just gotta work tomorrow so I don't want to have a hang over.”

“Oh,” I stifled a yawn.”well thanks for dinner I'm going to crash. See you in the morning.”