here is the inayofuata one! im so sorry its so short but i thought id put it up now because i dont know when i will be able to write more.
The corner of her lips rose fractionally as her blush deepened.
“Did all of that really happen then?” she asked quietly, embarrassment unmistakable in her voice.
My smile was still stiff, my mouth a hard line.
“That depends.” I answered. “If you’re referring to us nearly being massacred in Italy, then, yes.” I really tried to make my voice a little kinder, but the circumstances surrounding our hivi karibuni overseas trip still made me livid.
“How strange.” She mused. “I really went to Italy.” She seemed bewildered. “Did wewe know I’d never been further east than Albuquerque?”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Of course she would see the humour of the situation.
“Maybe wewe should go back to sleep. You’re not coherent.” I teased. It seemed right, natural.
“I’m not tired anymore.” She told me, taking my joke seriously. “What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?” she looked up at me, her expression questioning.
I flicked a glance at her alarm clock so quickly she wouldn’t have noticed.
“It’s just after one in the morning. So about fourteen hours.” I realised in shock. It had felt like a great deal less. Bella stretched as I spoke, holding her breath.
“Charlie?” she asked, ever practical.
I couldn’t help but frown as Charlie’s words ran through my head, the whole conversation taking less than a sekunde to think through.
“Sleeping.” I answered so quickly Bella didn’t notice a break. “You should probably know that I’m breaking the rules right now. Well, not technically, since he alisema I was never to walk through his door again, and I came through the window,” I paused, alisema wasn’t really appropriate, shout was zaidi accurate. “But, still, the intent was clear.” I finished.
I didn’t know what she would say now. Would she support Charlie because of all I had done?
But of course she didn’t, surprising me again.
“Charlie banned wewe from the house?” she asked, blatant disbelief filling her face before quickly giving way to her kitten like fury.
Her anger made me smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Sadness must have been obvious in them for all I had done. How much I had hurt everyone I hold dear.
“Did wewe expect anything else?” I asked quietly, a rhetorical question.
I watched as her expression went from anger to curiosity, constantly wanting to know what she was thinking but at the same time, frightened of her thoughts.
“What’s the story?” she asked her voice light and casual on the surface, but underneath was a different matter. The emotion was hard to pick. Longing? I couldn’t be sure.
“What do wewe mean?” I countered. What was she confused about? What could she possibly want to know? Ah, how easily frustrated I was with her silent mind.
She willingly elaborated. “What am I telling Charlie? What’s my excuse for disappearing for...how long was I gone, anyway?” she was obviously trying to count back days in her head with little success. It hit me again how much danger I had put her in, again. Could I do nothing right?
“Just three days.” I alisema a zaidi natural smile appearing on my face, anticipating her response to my inayofuata statement. “Actually, I was hoping wewe might have a good explanation. I’ve got nothing.”
Bella groaned. “Fabulous.” She muttered.
“Well, maybe Alice will come up with something.” I offered soothingly. She needed to be calm for the following conversation.
And she looked comforted. The stiff set of her shoulders relaxing as she looked intently into my eyes.
“So,” she began, and I knew the maswali were about to start. Our months apart hadn’t curbed her curiosity.
“What have wewe been doing, up until three days ago?” she asked, staring at me with her irresistible melting chocolate, brown eyes.
My face must have turned wary because the corner of her lips turned down. Of course she would start with a swali that revealed nothing about her, but much too much from me.
“Nothing terribly exciting.” I murmured, dismissing the question.
“Of course not.” She mumbled, her face falling into a pout.
“Why are wewe making that face?” I asked, instantly curious.
“Well...” she pursued her lips, considering. “If wewe were, after all, just a dream, that’s exactly the kind of thing wewe would say. My imagination must be used up.” Sincerity radiated from her words. She was so absurd.
I couldn’t help sighing. “If I tell you, will wewe finally believe that you’re not having a nightmare?” I asked. For what else could it be, but a nightmare?
“Nightmare!” she repeated scornfully, contradicting me immediately.
I waited patiently for her answer, au at least pretended to wait patiently.
thats it for now, please comment!