"Very busy today are we?" I raised an eyebrow as Edward made his way through the door.
"You could say that."
"Where have you been?"
He scoffed, "you sound like my mother."
"Where were you." I repeated.
"Out."
"Out? Out where?"
"You think you know every thing!" He yelled. "You don't know Bella. I could be close to killing you and you wouldn't know."
"Then tell me Edward! Help me understand!"
"I'll tell you what I'm thinking if you tell me what you're thinking."
"What I'm thinking? I think you're being an absolute jerk right now."
"And I think you're being a stupid human."
I was taken back by his statement and his horrible attitude.
"Let me out you out of your misery with my stupidity, I'll leave." I picked up my jacket and headed for the door, but Edward stopped me.
"Move."
"I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry Bella."
"What's going on?"
"Things, Bella, things."
"Tell me, I can take it."
"I didn't move us here, I moved us here because we're being tracked."
"By who?"
"The Volturi, Victoria, and Ray's girlfriend."
"Gosh, that's a lot of people to run from."
"I didn't want to worry you, I was trying to see how close they were."
"How close are they?"
"A few days away maybe."
"So what do we do?"
"The only thing we can do. Fight."
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Clashing Sun
أدب الهواةand our love was like the ocean, crashing against the rocks of forever but never reaching the shores. [redoing the whole thing because I was eleven and made bella a whiny little girl]
