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24. Getting Heathcliff Part 2
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Getting Heathcliff Part 2
“No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.” -- Ezra Pound
I opened the door and locked it carefully behind me, not wanting to risk waking Bella by using the window. I listened closely but Charlie’s snores continued without a break as I silently made my way up the stairs, Bella nestled securely in my arms.
When I made it to the bedroom I carefully maneuvered her into one arm so I could use my free hand to remove her shoes. Then with the same hand I pulled the old quilt back and eased her onto he sheets.
Through all of this, and through the whole run home, Bella hadn’t move so much as an inch, but when I began to move my arms out from underneath her she suddenly gasped, clutching herself closer to me. At the same time I heard a very quiet, but urgent “No” escape her lips.
I froze, my body leaning over the bed because my arms were still around her. “What is it?” I asked softly, waiting for her eyes to open. But they didn’t, she was still asleep.
I looked down to see my shirt clenched tightly in her hands and was suddenly reminded of the night when we returned from Italy. Taking in a slow breath I swallowed back the sickening De ja vu and gently pried her warm fingers loose. I took extra care with her right, though it seemed the brace did little to weaken her hold.
As soon as the contact was gone Bella’s eyes flew open and one of her hands gripped mine before I could move it away.
“Stay,” she whispered, and though her eyes were half closed and clouded over with sleep the word was very strong. My brow furrowed. She hadn’t acted like this for a while now. It had been weeks.
“I’m right here” I murmured quietly. Leaning down I kissed the side of her face as I slid my one remaining arm out from behind her so I could pull the quilt up around her shoulders. When I pulled back her eyes had already closed again, but she hadn’t released my hand.
Kicking off my shoes as quietly as possible I slid gently onto the bed. Almost instantly Bella let go of my fingers and wiggled halfway out of her quilt. Before I even knew what was happening, she was pressed tightly against me, her warm arm like a soft but tight vice around my waist. In the next second I felt the back of my shirt being crunched up in her fist.
“Bella?” I asked hesitantly. I tried to look down but all I could see was the top of her head, her face was pressed completely into my chest. Wondering how she could possibly breathe I tried to slide back an inch or so. Then as if she could feel the sudden tense of my body as I planned to move her arm tightened and her soft fist pressed fiercely into my back.
“Please don’t go.”
My breath caught. It wasn’t the first time I had heard those words. After my return I heard them nearly every night, and it was always followed by a scream….a scream that more times than not included my name. But it had been so long since I heard her say those words, and in that moment I realized I had been hanging on to the hope that her trust in me had, if not returned, strengthened.
It was a long fall back to the bottom.
I wrapped my arm more securely around her shoulders and pulled her closer, closing the non-existent space between us. It was clear that despite her whispered words and strong hold, Bella was barely conscious. And the hot moist air seeping through the front my shirt and hitting my skin proved that she was having no trouble breathing, regardless of the position of her face.
I sighed and moving my hand up into her hair I ran my fingers through it gently, hoping it would relax the tension I could feel in her arms and back. I didn’t understand why she was acting this way, not after it had been so long. Then again she was exhausted. It had been over twenty four hours since she last slept and even longer since she had a full night’s sleep.
As the hours passed, Bella only seemed to grow more restless, mumbled words escaped her mouth as she tossed and turned. More than once I heard the ‘thirdwife’ slip out between her lips again. My name was also mixed into the jumble, but instead of it being spoken with a soft sigh and a small smile, her voice was panicked and pleading. I was shocked further when I heard Jasper’s name slip out in an urgent whisper.
After that it seemed Bella was constantly moving. She would flip onto her back, then her side with her back to me, then flop onto her stomach only to turn back to me and start all over again.
Afraid that leaving the bed would only make it worse I slid over and tried to keep my body from her movements. All the while the half garbled speech continued. I had never seen her so restless before, and I was surprised that she was still able to sleep.
There were a few times when she said my name more clearly….not like she was worried or scared, but as if she were conscious and merely questioning my whereabouts in the room. Each time I would move back and wrap my arms around her again, reassuring her that I was still there. However I doubted whether she ever woke up fully, because after a few moments the wiggling would began again.
It wasn’t until the bluish grey light of pre dawn began to filter into the room that I finally gave up and slipped off the bed, not liking the sound her hand had just made when it hit my shoulder a little too hard during one of her quick movements.
Pushing the chair back into the shadows on the other side of the window I sat down and watched as Bella spread her full body out on the small twin mattress. She had rolled onto her stomach, each leg and arm stretched as far as they would go, all angled in the opposite direction of the other.
I felt my lip quirk up as I watched her head flip over on the pillow, her sleeping face now facing me. With her tangled hair clinging to her relaxed face, and her mouth hanging slightly open, it was all very reminiscent of the first night I had stayed in this room. However then I had been forced from the bed for an entirely different reason.
The sun was rising now, washing away the early gray light and casting a warm orange across the wooden floor. My eyes stayed on the bed, watching as the soft glow moved from the corner of the mattress and slowly across the white pillow, turning the tangled brown hair there into a shining almost gold before it slowly crept onto to Bella’s sleeping face.
Her eyes flinched slightly and she stretched again, her arms moving above her head under the pillow. I straighten up slightly wondering if she was actually going to wake this early. But she merely turned her head back towards the wall, away from the light, and burrowed her face into the sheets. With an incoherent grumble she finally stilled, the last movement of her body being her little foot slipping out of the quilt and dangling over the side of the bed.
Stifling my chuckle I stood up and made my way back to the bed. As I reached down my hand caught the morning light, making it reflect and shimmer across her soft skin as I gently placed her foot back under the blanket.
Though I wanted to, climbing back in beside her seemed pointless. She had pretty much dominated the mattress and actually seemed to be sleeping more peacefully now. Not wanting to disturb that I merely turned back to the rocking chair.
- Seed of Doubt
- Unwilling to see
- The Right to Know
- Strike One
- Worth It
- Getting Heathcliff
- Curious Uncertainties
- Strike Two
- Not Today
- Getting Heathcliff Part 2
- Self Preservation
- A Change of Plans
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