Addicted

Chapter 7

Bella P.O.V

Edward takes his keys out and unlocks the door of his house. The first thing I noticed is the smell, that particular smell that you sense in someone's home but not yours. Almost like the smell of fresh wood. I look around expecting to see a messy house, dishes everywhere, dirty clothing everywhere, horrible feet and cheese smell, etc. Instead, I found a clean home.

His living room is neat. Black leather couches surrounding a little wooden coffee table and hanging on the wall a 55' inch plasma TV. The kitchen is also clean, no dishes on the sink, no left over food anywhere. His walls are painted with a dark brown color, picture-less, nothing on his walls. Not even a simple plant.

Edward leads me to the couch and sits me down. He sits in front of me on the coffee table and touches me cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "Do you need something?"

I shake my head. "Some water, please?"

He gets up and walks away towards his kitchen. I lay my elbows on my knees and put my head between my hands. I breath in and out slowly. He hands me the cup and I nod in thank you.

We don't say anything for a couple of minutes, we just sit there in silence while I try to calm myself.

"Let me see your neck," he said, taking out a wipe from his pocket.

I lay my head back, giving him access to my neck. He apologises when I groan in pain once the wipe touches my neck. He wipes the blood off and throws the wipe away.

"It's just a scratch, you'll be okay," he says.

"How did you get there so fast?" I ask, looking at my hands.

"Where?" He asked in a serious tone.

"To me," I say looking at his green eyes, "I saw that you weren't here. Then suddenly you're here."

He looks down, avoiding my eyes. "I was out then I saw your car heading back. I went to the store to get a soda then when I came back I heard you scream."

I shake my head and look at my hands too. "Thank you. I... I was really panicking."

"You're staying here tonight," he says.

"No, I'm not." I look at him. "My house is just across the street."

"You were just attacked across the street," he snaps, growing at me.

I shake my head and look down.

"Look," he says, "anything can happen. That asshole knows where you live, there's a possibility that he could come back and I'm not willing to take that risk. Not with you."

Why is it that when he talks nothing makes since? I don't get what he tries to say when he says that, I just don't but I hope I did. Everything in this world is a risk for everyone, there's no doubt in that.

"How did you know about Mike?" I ask in a low murmur.

He sighs and looks away. "You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch." He stands and tries to walk away but I grab his firm arm.

"No, answer my question."

"I'm not," he hisses.

This asshole is not getting away with this, he knows about me probably more than what I imagine. Fury runs through my body as I see him standing there without speaking to me.

"Fine," I say, "then I'm leaving. Give me my stuff."

"No, you're not!" He snapped again.

"Answer my god damn question, Edward!" I snap right back.

"I saw his note," he growled. "I saw him leaving your house that Sunday so when you took the trash out I figured he would leave a note or something and I was right."

I let go of him. "How did you know where I worked?"

"I investigated you, I know almost everything about you, Bella."

He's a maniac, what the hell was I thinking?! I step back away from him and stare at him shocked.

"I know that you're twenty-one and you are originally born in Arizona. Orphan at the age of twelve. Lived with your brother's your entire life until you were eighteen and started collage. Your favorite color is blue and you love the smell of red roses. Jogging is your favorite activity, plus reading. I know that spiders scare the living hell out of you. I know that you were heart broken in your last relationship-"

"Stop," I gasp. "I really need to go."

"You're not."

"Why?" I insisted. "Why do you want me here? You barely... Well, I barely know you. And I'm not that crazy like to stalk you on Google or something."

"Good," he whispers. "I want you, here."

I sigh, frustrated. "That still doesn't explains me why, Edward. This is not a fair game you're playing here. You technically already know who I am, but I don't know who you are."

He softly strokes my cheek. "You know enough."

"I do not know enough, Edward, I want to know more."

"I'm Edward, I work as a mechanic, single and do not have family. That's all you need to know."

"Your age?"

"Twenty."

"You seem older," I replied.

"Keep asking."

"Am I getting the answers I want?" I cross my arms.

"No."

"Fuck, Edward." I turn around and walk around his house. I stop when I see a picture of him with another guy, together, hugging each other over their shoulders like... brothers? The guy looks almost like Edward, though they both have different features. This one has chocolate eyes, darker hair and a bit bigger than Edward. "Who is he?" I asked doubting of he would answer my question.

"My brother."

I look at him, crossing my arms. "That day at the BBQ you said you didn't have brother's or sisters."

"I lied," he answered.

"Apparent-fucking-ly," I say, looking at the picture. "Where is he?" Doubting...

"He's dead."

Stupid, Bella.

"I'm sorry," I say a bit more calm. Okay, that was a bitchy move. "Can I ask what happened?"

He doesn't answer at first, which gave me an idea that he wouldn't answer until he said, "Will you stay if I answer?"

Surprised, I nod at him.

He takes my hand and walks me to the kitchen. He takes out two beers and gives one to me. I sit on the table and open it, waiting for him to start talking.

"My brother was murdered three years ago, Bella." Edward spits out sitting on the chair next to me.

I sit there, shocked, looking at him while he drinks his beer.

January 25, 2015

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