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13. Be Safe
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“What?” I gasped. “A Cullen?”
Laurent was still frozen as the door to the bedroom flung open, and the lights flipped on.
“Get off of her!” yelled “the Cullen”.
It wasn't the one I expected. It wasn't Alice, who had gone to check up on me in the first place. It wasn't Esme, Rosalie, Carlisle, Jasper, or even Emmett. It was him, the one that had left me. It was Edward.
His bronze hair was unkempt, like he had been running for a long amount of time. His eyes were much closer to black than to gold. His clothes were perfect, as was everything else about him. My memory had failed to capture him at all. It was like comparing the scribbles of a five year old to the work of Picasso. He was even more devastatingly beautiful than I remembered.
“Listen, it's not like sh-” started Laurent. He moved from his rather intimate position on top of me, to stand on the floor beside the bed.
Edward looked livid. “Like she can leave? I imagine she couldn't. You'd overpower her in a second, you monster.” He was breathing hard, and his eyes were pinned to Laurent. He stalked forward.
“Edward, stop,” I squeaked. I was still breathing hard from kissing Laurent.
He looked at me, and his expression actually softened.
“Bella, I can take you away from him! You don't have to worry about your safety anymore! You'll be fine with me,” he said, sitting next to me on the bed. He pulled me into him. I never, ever in my life thought I'd be uncomfortable in his arms, but at that moment I was. It was the strangest feeling.
“But, I don-”
He interrupted me. “I know you don't want to be here. That's why we're going. I just need to take care of something.”
He got up, and started to circle Laurent.
Laurent didn't move. He just kept his eyes glued to Edward.
“Edward, stop! I don't want to leave!” I yelled.
He stopped and looked at me. Everything in his expression read confusion. Laurent looked at me the same way.
“What?” asked Edward incredulously.
“I do not want to leave,” I repeated.
Laurent started to smile.
“But... why?” Edward said.
“You left me, and Laurent won't.” I kept telling myself I wasn't going to cry.
“Bella... I left for you. It was for you!” he exclaimed. “Please, Bella!”
I shook my head. He left because he didn't love me anymore. I hadn't intentionally thought of that day back in the forest since it had happened. In my dreams, however, it was a place I went often. The moment replayed in my head over and over, making the hole in my chest wider and wider.
“Edward, I just can't. I'm not going to go into the details about what if did to me when you left, not at all. You said that you had distractions, so go pursue them. I'm... I'm happy with Laurent, and I'm not going to leave him,” I explained.
“You want me to leave?” His expression was heart-wrenching.
I nodded. He'd broken my heart into a million little pieces, and Laurent had picked them all up and put them back together again. He was the glue holding me together. Without him, I'd have fallen to bits in no time.
“Bella, I'm sorry I left you. I do love you, but if you want me to go, I will go. If you ever need anything, anything at all, just let us know. We'll help anytime you ever need it.”
He turned to leave.
“Wait! Edward... be safe. Please, please, please be safe,” I pleaded.
It didn't matter that I was begging myself not to cry. When Edward walked out the door, the tears poured. Laurent didn't say anything. He just sat beside me, holding me in his arms. He would occasionally kiss the top of my head, or my cheek, but that was it.
I fell asleep there, cradled in his arms. Seeing Edward was a shock. Even more shocking was the fact that I had sent him away. Before he left, the thought of telling him to go away would have seemed insane. I never wanted him to be away from me, not ever. But since Laurent had been around, I was starting to think of Edward less. I found myself spending more time thinking about what life with Laurent would be like, instead of life with Edward.
I had a dream free sleep, which I was grateful for. I didn't want to dream about anything related to Edward or Jacob.
When I woke up, I was in a more comfortable spot. I wasn't leaning against Laurent anymore. I was surrounded by pillows. I stretched before opening my eyes. I was stiff, like I had been asleep for a long period of time.
“Bella?” whispered Laurent. He grabbed my hand as soon as he realized I was awake.
“Hmm?” I replied. I pushed myself up and rubbed my eyes. Laurent was sitting on the edge of the bed.
He opened his mouth, but then closed it again. “Are you hungry?” he finally asked.
“Very hungry. I'm going to shower first, though.” I probably looked a wreck. It was quite an eventful night.
“Do as you wish. I'll be in the kitchen making you breakfast.” He smiled, and left me to freshen up.
After my shower, I went to the kitchen. The most delectable scent wafted into the hallway from the kitchen. I heard Laurent singing a song in French. His rich voice echoed through the house. He sounded amazing.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw the massive amount of food awaiting me. There was a massive stack of pancakes, and next to it was a plate of french toast. Laurent was at the stove, cooking up some bacon.
“Wow,” I said, admiring the food.
Laurent finished a moment later. He threw together a plate for me, and then sat on the other side of the island to watch me eat.
“Enjoy,” he said.
I took my seat across from him. “Thanks,” I replied, starting in on the french toast. “What was that you were singing?”
He grinned. “Yves Montand.”
“It was great.”
“Thank you. So, Bella... Do you think the wolves will actually stay away from Denali?” he asked.
I nodded. Jake had never lied to me before, and I trusted his word more than almost anyone's. He wouldn't tell me a lie. Besides, if he did, I would be able to recognize it.
“Then we really have no reason to be here, correct?” He watched me carefully.
I didn't want to leave yet. I had only been in Spain for a day, and I hadn't even seen any of the sights. I always thought that my first time out of the country would be for more than just a day. On the drive over, I saw that Spain really was beautiful, and I didn't want to leave without seeing more of it.
“I don't want to leave,” I murmured.
“I didn't think you would want to, so I arranged for us to stay here for a few more weeks.” His smile was contagious.
It was short lived, though. He soon frowned, and looked down at the counter top.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Bella, I've said it before but, I just don't want you to feel obligated to stay. When Edward came, I knew that you were going to go with him. I was preparing myself for your absence from the moment I realized he was there. And then when you told him that you were going to stay with me... I felt wretched. I know that you love him much, much more than you love me, and I hate to make you feel obligated to stay with me. I want whatever you want, Bella. If you want to be with Edward, then be with Edward. I will support you every step of the way.”
“Laurent, I've told you before, and I'll tell you again... I don't feel obligated to do anything. If I wanted to go with Edward, I would have gone. Without you, I'd be miserable, alone, and missing the man that had hurt me the most. I know you heard what I said last night,” I explained.
“To Edward?” he asked.
“No, to you.” I blushed.
“Ah,” said Laurent, grinning. “I love you, too.”
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