There will be Blood

40-Obedience and Authority

Obedience and Authority

EDWARD POV

"Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day."- Charles Kingsley

All things Twilight related belong to Stephanie Meyer

I was actually salivating as Emmett pushed the giant piece of fatty, Chicago deep-dish pizza across the breakfast bar towards me.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Alec said hesitantly.

"Shut up," I snapped and took my first bite of heaven in almost a month.

I moaned as the grease slithered down my throat. The heat from the pizza burned my mouth, but I didn't care. I would die a happy man just for this one last taste of freedom.

"Is it good?" Emmett grinned and took a large chunk from his own pizza.

"You have no idea." I swallowed another bite.

"This is not going to end well." Alec started to pace the floor of my kitchen.

"Will you sit down?" Jasper rolled his eyes. "You're stressing him out."

"Bella is going to kill us all," he muttered. "She almost strangled me for giving him a cup of coffee. What is she going to say when she sees him eating pizza?"

"She's going to castrate you." Emmett laughed at me.

"I wasn't the one who went out and bought the stuff," I argued.

He thought for a second, and then shrugged. "She can't beat me."

"You wanna bet?" I chuckled.

It had been a month since my "episode", and Bella was breathing down my neck like a dragon. She was the personification of Nurse Ratchet, and it wasn't fun at all. I had a heart problem; I didn't die. To me, it wasn't really a big deal. It's over now, right? Not according to Bella. If she wasn't shoving pills down my throat, then she was making healthy food and monitoring my stress level.

I wasn't allowed to move from the couch if she was here. She would have a medical reason for everything, and I wasn't even allowed to shout at the TV. I was a fucking invalid, and I wasn't taking this new life well.

I was a person who got restless if I sat in a chair for five minutes. What did I do now that I was glued to the couch? I was going insane. My mind was literally buzzing for some kind of interaction. I had gone through two Sudoku books and began on a New York Times crossword set that was supposed to be difficult. It was less strenuous than advertised.

On the occasions when Bella was at school, I took the opportunity to do something productive.

Against everyone's wishes, I secretly did some behind the scenes work. I kept a low profile, but got things done. I went over numbers from business transactions and monitored everything that my brothers handled. I would clean the house from top to bottom, which under Bella's classifications, fell under strenuous activity.

However bad Bella was, she was nothing compared to my parents. Even over the phone, they berated me for not following rules. When they came over, Esme went crazy. She always had to point out something that I was doing wrong. It was very annoying, but her persistent nature didn't let up. Carlisle took the firmer approach of basically tying me down to take my meds.

I wasn't a child, although, I was acting like one. They were forcing me to behave like a fucking baby. I had no say over anything anymore. I had depleted in authority so quickly that it made my head spin. I couldn't wait to get the seal of approval from the doctor so that I could go back to work. This was hell.