Kidnapped for Love

Chapter 7- First Week Part ll

Bella's P.O.V.

I was in a very well lit room, with my arm in a cast and an annoying beeping sound coming from a machine next to me.

I immediately knew I was in a hospital.

"Hi." A soft voice said on the end of the room.

He was wearing the same clothes as I last saw him and who knows how many days were that.

He started walking towards me.

"What happened?" I inquired.

"You fell. I don't know how but I'm guessing you're not telling me. I'm surprised your talking to me." He admitted.

"I have questions that needs answering to."

He chuckled. "I assumed you would."

"When you took me here, I wasn't allowed to leave. Why am I here now?"

"You needed help." He replied simply.

"How do you know I won't start screaming for help?"

He opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. "I don't."

"What does the hospital know me as?" I changed the subject. I would start screaming as soon as I had my questions answered.

He sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"If anyone asks, your name is Jenna Cullen. You're my cousin, and both of our parents are out of town."

"Why should I go along with your lie?"

"I'll make you a deal, I'll let you ask me one question of your choice, anything."

"Deal."

"There is one exception though."

I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess, I can't ask why you took me here right?"

He flashed me a wide grin. "Exactly."

A blond nurse came in then, giving Edward a wink but when she wasn't looking, he rolled his eyes and made a shudder at me.

I stifled my laugh.

Blondie though, seemed oblivious as he subtly made it clear he wasn't interested. She started to annoy me.

She wrote down whatever the machines at my side read, then left, but not before slipping Edward a piece of paper.

Not more than a second later, the paper lay on the ground, ripped into little pieces.

"Good riddance," I heard him mumble, shaking his head.

I tried to hold in my laughter, but a giggle escaped. His head shot up and he playfully glared at me.

"Shut up Bella!" He said angrily, but a smile played at his lips.

"When can I leave?" I asked. I just woke up, but I was sick of this room already.

"Tomorrow."

Ugh.

Tomorrow could not come fast enough.

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It actually wasn't that hard waiting until tomorrow. I kept talking with Edward and learned a lot about him. His parents died a long time ago. Carlisle and Esme have been his parents for so long now that he doesn't really remember them. He told me about his siblings always getting on his nerves and how it's annoying being the only single one in the family.

"I bet, I mean I see the way every girl lusts after you, seriously! Jessica and Lauren sometimes never stop staring at you!"

He rolled his eyes and shuddered as Lauren was mentioned.

Our conversation was cut short just as that nurse came in telling us- And by us I mean Edward- that we were allowed to leave. She gave Edward a wink as she helped me off the bed and into a wheel chair.

Edward smirked at me and said "Come on honey, can't be late for our dinner reservations."

Blondie shot me a glare as she watched Edward kiss my forehead - making me blush of course- and wheel me away. As soon as she was out of hearing range I burst out laughing. He joined me soon and I listened to his musical laugh.

"You're not mad?" He asked as he opened the passenger door for me. I flushed as he picked me up bridal style and sat me gently on the seat into the Volvo and replied "It was too funny to be mad. Did you see her glare at me? It was hilarious!"

He chuckled and agreed and I found myself listening again to his enchanting laugh.

Snap out of it Bella!

He turned on the radio to a classical station and I hummed along to Clair de Lune.

"You know Debussy?" H asked, generally confused.

"Claire de Lune is my favorite." I said simply.

He shot me a crooked smile. "Mine too."

I grinned back at him.

He drove us back to the island which actually didn't seem so much of a prison this time. He opened my door for me and by the arm walked me into the house, then sat down on the leather couch with me.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked softly.

I nodded.

He came back minutes later with a cup of hot chocolate in one hand. He handed it to me while I raised an eyebrow.

"You're not going to drink anything?"

"I'm not thirsty at the moment," he said with a crooked smile.

I sipped my hot chocolate, and moaned. This had to be the best hot chocolate I've had in my life!

"So I suppose it's good?" he asked teasingly.

I nodded, but then regretted it. My head started throbbing and bursts of pain kept going on an on.

"Need a nice pack?" He asked concerned.

I gave him a thumbs up, not trusting my voice and surely not wanting to nod after that.

He stood up and sat down inches away from me, then pushed me back, so I was leaning against the couch, then rested his cold hand on my forehead.

I relaxed into the soft pillows, liking his touch more than I cared to admit.

"Better?" He grinned?

"Yes." I said quietly, closing my eyes.

He was strange man.

He was fast.

And strong.

And cold.

Never ate or drank anything.

And had impeccable hearing.

"Can I ask you that question now?"

He grimaced. "If you must."

"What are you?"