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Broken Dreams

Summary:
This is the third story in the Bloody Hurt trilogy. I really hope that you guys like it.


Notes:
I got really nervous writing this one, becuase I really wasn't sure how I wanted it to go, so if the beginning is really shaky then I apologize.


5. Memories

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Recap:

My eyes flashed to my mothers face, and the growl finally slowed and stopped, as I watched her wide eyes slowly adjust into a motherly look of disapproval.

“Sorry, mom.” I whispered, but continued to glare at Edward. “He made me.”

Chapter 4:

I sighed as I stepped through the door of Edward Cullen’s penthouse suite.

The sight of it took my breath away. The drapes were a vibrant shade of gold, and the carpet was so white that I felt blinded. The couches were beige leather.

I wouldn’t sit though. If I sat it would give him the impression that I was growing accustomed to his company and although I was… he could know that.

I stood in the corner the glare momentarily wiped from my face.

He looked at mom.

“Bella?” He asked vigilant, and weary.

She only nodded as if to confirm her actuality.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He whispered.

“Bullshit.” I muttered under my breath glaring at him again.

Mother shot me a look and I shrugged.

“I know.” She answered him in a self assured and understanding tone. I felt proud of her that she was able to keep her cool around him.

“I didn’t want you to leave.”

“Bullshit.”

The look.

Shrug.

“Yes you did.”

“I didn’t want…”

“Edward shut up.” I mumbled. “You are not helping your situation at all.”

My mother sat down on the plush couch and Edward sat at the other end.

So much for my plan not to sit, I made my way over and planted myself on the middle seat of the couch in between him and mom.

When I took a moment to look at him I found his eyes trained over my right shoulder at my mother… or more specifically her crimson stained cheeks from the tears shed before Alice came.

His hand reached up around my shoulder to touch her cheek.

I slapped his hand away hissing, and glaring.

Mom chuckled behind me, and leaned up to kiss my cheek. I felt her cool breath on my ear as she whispered. “Relax, kitten.”

I smiled slightly. She always used to call me kitten when I was younger because I would purr whenever I was happy.

Edward’s eyes soften when he saw my face slowly loosen.

His eyes flew back to my mom.

“You were crying.”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Did I…?” He left the question hanging in the air.

“No”

“No… so there is nothing?”

“Not anymore.”

“Why cry, then?”

“Memories.”

“Oh.” An awkward silence filled the room, but my eyes stayed on his face… that is until I heard a shower turn off and the bedroom door open to show a beautiful vampire in a towel.