Idyllic Days (Esme - Carlisle Fanfiction)

Chapter 16 -The Flight-

He carefully took the jacket away and put one of the heavy blankets on top of me. “Can I look at your injuries?” Carlisle asked. I nodded and he examined my wrists first. I could see that they already started to bruise. Then he checked every part of my body, before coming to the conclusion that apart from bruises I should be fine, at least physically. I was still under shock considering what happened to me. Carlisle dressed me in one of my nightgowns and lay next to me. I cuddled into his side and I finally felt safe there.

First there was only silence, but then I could hear him murmur something. But he didn’t want to say what. I frowned a bit and pressed further. Finally he said it out loud:” I shouldn’t have left you alone, especially now as you are even more fragile than before. I’m so sorry.” “I couldn’t say that it is okay, but it wasn’t your fault. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But promise me one thing, please…” I waited for his answer. “Of course, my love,” he answered. “Please don’t leave me alone ever again. Only with you I feel safer than anywhere else.” “I promise you that I will never leave your side,” he swore. I smiled a bit and kissed him softly. It hurt a bit on the lips, but the feeling soothed my insides like nothing else. The only reason I could sleep the night, was that I slept in Carlisle’s arms safe from the world.

The next morning he was still lying next to me. He smiled at me and hugged me. He still seemed to blame himself for yesterday. “I don’t want to talk about what happened yesterday, so please don’t tell the others today, okay? And I don’t feel anxious or something else. He cannot hurt me anymore, because you are at my side. So please don’t hurt yourself anymore.” “If that is what you want,” he agreed with a small smile. But then he got up and put some clothes on. When he saw my puzzled expression he explained:” The plane departs in three hours and we still have to get ready, check out and drive to the airport.” That’s right; today we fly to New York to meet everyone else! My mood lightened considerably. I got up and went to get a shower.

Just then in front of the huge mirror could I see the damage. My wrists were now green and bluish and my lips were swollen. But I was glad that I suffered no worse damage that could remind of the incident. My plan for today was though to not let my family know what happened, so I wore jeans with a plan red T-shirt and a sand colored cardigan to cover up my wrists. The best I could do with my face was putting on makeup to cover at least my cheek with the red mark caused by the slap. I sighed. I should feel shocked or devastated or I should sit in the corner crying or scream at Carlisle for not being there, but yet I felt good. Maybe it would all come, but it seemed as if the presence and physical contact and especially the love of Carlisle would numb every pain in me. The only thing I felt was a light stabbing in my stomach, but that should only be hunger.

I walked outside and saw the bellboy carrying our suit cases outside. Carlisle stood in the foyer tipping him. I walked to his side and took his hand. He smiled at me and asked me if I were okay. I said I was totally fine, which was really true. He seemed to see my sincerity and smiled relieved. Hand in hand we walked outside to get a cab.

Arriving at the airport, Carlisle took me to a restaurant so that I could eat breakfast. Like I said, it was already a routine for us. Now it was only an hour left, until we could board our flight. It would take roughly eight hours to get to New York and maybe I could sleep some more on the plane. I felt a bit disoriented and sleepy, although I’ve slept nearly ten hours last night, which was already more than I’ve slept before. Maybe something was off with me or it was still the shock, I don’t know.

After buying a pillow for me (Carlisle insisted on buying me such a stupid pillow for the plane) and some magazines, we got to the check in and then waited in the area to get on board. Carlisle firmly held my hand and kept me at his side and I didn’t complain.

On the plane we settled down in our first class seats and as soon as the plane took off I undid my seatbelt and cuddled into Carlisle. We just lay there for an hour until a flight attendant asked us whether we want some refreshments. He took a bottle of water and I decided on a glass of orange juice and a bagel. I nearly choked them down, I felt like I haven’t eaten anything the whole day. Carlisle laughed seeing me. I turned a delicate red and couldn’t resist the urge to hide in his chest. I just lay there and slowly drifted to sleep.

The flight attendant’s voice woke me out of my slumber. We were supposed to put our seatbelts back on because we will shortly be in New York? I’ve slept the entire flight. I looked at Carlisle and caught him starring at me. I once again turned pink and returned to my own seat. “Why haven’t you woke me up?” I asked him. “Why should I, love? You need your sleep,” he answered self-evidently. “But we could have talked or something, now you had to endure the hours on your own.” “I wasn’t getting bored. I actually watched you sleep. You’re so sweet and peaceful when you sleep,” he admitted shyly. I let it go. After all, Edward always said the same thing about Bella and I sometimes watched Nessie sleep.

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