upset | edward cullen

ten

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

OSCAR WILDE

I just had to accept today would be full of surprises and everything was out of my control. As anxiety inducing as it was, Edward was trusting me completely and I was trusting him. Edward drove to his home and speeding was an understatement for what he was doing.

"Edward please it's scaring me." I had resorted to closing my eyes minutes ago, it had only been minutes of driving but we were halfway there. He had reassured me that his reflexes were too fast to let anything happen, I had remained silent but it was becoming too much. I couldn't bear the thought of him getting hurt, and this was too dangerous, it reminded me of all the times my dad got us into accidents because of his love for driving fast.

He was unable to hear my thoughts, but I doubted that as soon as I remembered my father, he slowed down. "I'm sorry." His hand squeezed around my own, I had grabbed his hand in the parking lot at the forest and neither of us let go, his one free hand remained on the steering wheel. His hand was giant compared to my own, it was warm but curiously pale. Nothing made sense.

If Edward was a vampire why wasn't he cold? I suppose that is the last thing I need to worry about. Edward had mentioned his family being in control, but Jasper was newer to the "vegetarianism," and he found it more difficult to keep his composure.

At least one thing was certain, I wasn't going to let go of Edward's hand any time soon.

We pulled up to the house if I could call it that, it was a mansion, a beautiful modern mansion with plenty of windows and floors. Edward parked his car in the front, not inside the four car garage. He was hesitating, was he listening to their thoughts? Was it a bad time? Would there ever be a good time?

"Rosalie is...less enthused. She's not exactly convinced you'll keep us a secret." I hadn't even thought about telling anyone, what was there to tell? I would be labeled as a crazy person and lose Edward, not a lot of good it would do.

"I know you can't read my mind but the thought didn't even cross my mind." If Rosalie was the only difficult family member I had to deal with I didn't mind. Edward would have to deal with almost everyone in my family being unsupportive, even my own mother would need time to accept him. Edward pulled my hand to his lips, kissing it before letting go and stepping out of the car. In a blink he was opening my door and I got out with ease, making sure to grab his hand again. He smiled a little as he moved his hand to enclose around mine, leading us up the stairs and into the house.

The house was beautiful but more importantly Carlisle was descending the stairs towards us. It had to be him, a stark blonde that could have been no older than 35.

"Amelia? It's nice to finally meet you I'm Carlisle, your mother and Edward have told me so much about you." I flushed as he shook my hand and smiled.

"It's nice to meet you too, your home is beautiful, thank you for having me." I was used to being polite, but the latter part was for all the ears I knew were listening. I wasn't mistaken that my being here would make two of the members uncomfortable.

Edward's hand was very much still around my left hand and I had never wanted him to be able to read my thoughts but right now I needed him to know he couldn't let go. He was my anchor, he had to hold me otherwise I'd float away, I was only unafraid because of his presence by my side. We ascended the stairs carefully and slowly due to my ankle brace. As we reached the top I saw a soft smile on the face of a pretty woman Carlisle's age, Esme.

"Amelia! I'm so happy to meet you! I'm Esme." She crossed the room to me and pulled me in for a hug, awkwardly I held onto Edward's hand who stood behind me. She was warm, which should have been normal. Esme released me and smiled, she was exactly as motherly and loving as he had described her.