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    Ever After

                Sensing my discomfort, Alice laughed, knowing she had won. There was no way to turn the conversation in my favor. She would only use my love against me.

                “Oh!” Alice’s face went blank, her eyes staring unseeing into the ether.

                “What? What is it? Is Bella hurt? Is everything okay?” I gripped her shoulders, prepared for the worst.

                In a moment that seemed like an eternity, Alice’s eyes refocused back on mine. With one look at my face she started to snicker.

                “Don’t worry. Bella will just have a few more bruises then normal.”

    BPOV

     

    “Where are you? Come home.”

     

                Charlie’s voicemail played through my mind, the tone of his voice causing me anxiety. I could tell that he was trying to hold onto himself, but panic blurred the edges. My pessimistic mind could only come up with scenarios where I would find Jake, Renee´, Charlie or any of the Cullens, laying the ground with blood pooling at their feet. I could feel these images pressing brain, creating a black hole. What would be left for me when I reached home?

                With a screech and a groan my truck pulled into the driveway of Charlie’s house. A long lean shadow was cast against the porch, one my favorite scenes. I always wished I had a camera to capture Edward’s perfection.

                “Is everything okay?” I ran out of the truck, tripping over the runner.

                “I should be asking you the same question.” His brows were furrowed over his sparkling topaz eyes.

                “What? What do you mean?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips to my forehead.

                “You were supposed to call Bella. About…” He looked down at his watch, which pressed him closer to me. “Thirty minutes ago.”

                I could hear the anxiety in his voice, but I couldn’t think with him so close to me. “Edward?”

                “Mm?”

                “Do you want me to pay attention to anything that you’re saying?” He pulled back puzzled. “I mean to say; I can’t talk or think when you’re touching me.” He leaned back in, a crooked grin spread across his face.

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