upset | edward cullen

eight

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

AMELIA'S POV

The weekend with my father was a wave, crashing and receding against the limit of my stability. And when I was but one crash away from crumbling, it was time for us to leave. Of course Edward was always there to make me feel better, even if he wasn't responding
I knew he would be there to pick up the pieces.

As we drove home I looked over our messages throughout the weekend.

Saturday:

Me
We just got to his place and an hour into dinner and he starts yelling at her, at least I got to go to the guest room, distract me please?

Edward
Your name, Amelia, did you know it has Shakespearean origin?

Me
No I didn't, they just said they picked the prettiest Persian name they could find

Edward
Well it's perfect, Amelia originates from Aemilia, related to Emilia of Othello, which means rival

Me
And whose rival am I?

Edward
That remains to be seen.

Me
in Farsi, amelia is trustworthy
funny how that goes

Edward
And beautiful

Me
yeah i left that bit out

Edward
The Persians were right

I deleted his messages then and went to sleep smiling, Sunday was another bad day, far too long and trying.

Me
i feel like a child, i ran away from him, i'm running now to the library near his apartment

Edward
Be careful please.

Me
okay i'm sitting down

Edward
What happened?

I called him then telling him how he had searched through my phone, called me a whore for talking to boys my age, and then yelled at my mother. I cried so much my throat was raw and Edward pleaded with me to stop crying. I managed to control my breathing and begrudgingly walk back to the apartment. I felt like an idiot crying to him over the phone, running away like a helpless child. When I got back nothing was better only now they were tired of yelling.

My father apologized over dinner on Sunday. I accepted as always. Turns out he had stopped going to therapy, saying it was distracting him from work. My mother reminded him that it was one of the terms of their divorce that I was only to visit if he kept going to therapy. I didn't want to be a clause in a contract but I knew it was for his own good. Maybe this time he would actually understand his issues and fix them. We couldn't force him to go to therapy all we could do was hope.

And after dinner we took off back to Forks, a three and a half hour drive. I decided to sleep it was the fastest way to lose track of time. I told myself soon I'd be with him I didn't need to dwell on what my father said, it was behind me. If I told myself that enough times maybe I would believe it.

We got home late, it was around 10 pm, would it be too late to text Edward? I would regret it if I didn't.

Me
just got home