Stolen Heart

Let yourself go.

BPOV

After a few hours, Carlisle had stitched up the worst of the wounds.

"Good as new." Announced Carlisle with satisfaction.

"Right. Thanks, can I go home now?" Carlisle chuckled and opened his mouth to reply.

"Yes. I think that would be best." Interrupted a crisp, chilling tone. Edward strode in, his face uninviting and stoney.

"Edward?" Questioned Carlisle, he too was obviously confused with Edward's change of mood. Did Edward not like me? The single thought slapped my non- expecting heart.

"Right, well thanks again Carlisle and uhm… Edward, thank you for helping me." I did not dare to meet his gaze.

"That's alright Bella." Smiled Carlisle.

"Anytime." Replied Edward, frost layered thickly in his voice. Carlisle walked me to my truck. I got in, and he leaned if through the window.

"Now will you be alright Bella?" He cautioned. "You are more than welcome here."

"I doubt that Carlisle."

"Oh just ignore Edward. He can be very…unpredictable at times…" He replied cautiously.

"Right. Of course. Goodbye and thank you Carlisle."

"Take care Bella." He murmured. He disappeared in a blur, and he was back at the door, quietly closing it. I slotted the key into ignition and my truck roared to life. I was just about to pull out and I looked up. Edward was leaning on the glass wall gazing at me, pain cast across his face. A line of frustration had furrowed deep into his brow. I tried to look away from his terrifying glare, but I just couldn't rip my eyes from his amber pools of torture. Eventually he turned away and I finally pulled out of the Cullen's driveway. And I just knew, by looking into those bewitching eyes, that this day had changed everything. My entire world had been turned upside down by Edward Cullen.

EPOV.

I gazed out of the blemished glass wall, receiving a clear view of Carlisle and Bella. My sensitive ears picked up the conversation as clear as the glass set before me.

"Now will you be alright Bella? You are more than welcome here." I wanted to scream at Carlisle, she was less than welcome here.

"I doubt that Carlisle." She murmured, her head dropped, her hair cascaded itself across her enticing features.

"Oh just ignore Edward. He can be very…unpredictable at times…" Unpredictable? Was that the term my family used for me. They were far too generous. My eyes caught Carlisle's eyes twitching slightly in my direction, an action only our eyesight could notice. I felt partially ashamed, it was undeniable, Carlisle thought the world of me, and he hated putting me down, no matter how little the damage.

"Right. Of course. Goodbye and thank you Carlisle."

"Take care Bella." Less a second passed and I heard the door gently shut, the wood brushing slightly at its frame. A sudden roar clawed at my ear drums and my eyes instinctively whipped up. It was Bella's ancient chevvy. She suddenly looked up, and those exquisite chocolate eyes locked onto my stare. My mind desperately clawed at those eyes, scrabbling at the indestructible padlock holding her thoughts away from me. Oh how I yearned to know her every thought, her every secret. I could feel the bitter vibes pour out of my glare. Anyone else would drop her gaze, but she just wouldn't.

"Edward?" Carlisle murmured from the living room. I used all my strength to turn away from her appealing face. I could hear the crunch of gravel as her truck drove away. I flew to the living room. Carlisle was leaning against the wall rubbing his temples.

What has happened to my son? Was a thought that echoed throughout Carlisle's mind.

"Carlisle I cannot describe the emotional blizzard I am fighting." I whispered.

"I understand." He murmured. Something in my mind snapped. I felt lava crawling up my throat, and exploding from my lips.

"That's the thing." I growled. "No one understands. I punched the wall, causing a whole chunk wood and paint to shatter. A tiny voice in the back of my head begged me to stop.

"You live a fulfilled life Carlisle full of love and compassion. And I live with…" I sobbed. "With this bullshit." I sank to the floor, sobbing. Esme had entered the room during my rant, and she crouched down beside me and rocked me in her arms, kissing my hair. I clung onto her, and let out the pain inside my body with a fit of despair.