Message in a Bottle
Edward's parents have just died. Bella just broke up with long time boyfriend, James. Neither know the other exists until Bella finds Edward's message in a bottle on the beach. Can love overcome death and pain? AU/AH
So this is a story i've been thinking about doing for a while. Read on!
5. Chapter 5
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Chapter Five: I Still Miss You
I've talked to friends
I've talked to myself
I've talked to God
I prayed liked hell but I still miss you
I tried sober I tried drinking
I've been strong and I've been weak
and I still miss you
I've done everything
move on like I'm supposed to
I'd give anything for one more minute with you
I still miss you yeah
Shit shit shit shit shit! What do I do? What do I do? I just had…sex…with Tanya! Oh fuck. At some point during the night Tanya’s limbs had gotten tangled in mine so extracting myself from her grip was going to be very...interesting to say the least. I
I started with my legs and wiggled one out before working on the other. I really didn’t want to wake her. I sighed in relief when my lower body was free. My arms had fallen asleep though and were now tingling painfully. I muttered a low curse before sliding one out and then the other. Just as I stood up Tanya’s eyelids fluttered.
“Where are you going?” She slurred, her voice still heavy with sleep. In the early morning light you could really see the amount of damage that constant dying did to her hair and last night’s makeup was smeared all over her face. It was not a pretty picture.
“Just to the bathroom. Go back to sleep, it’s still early.”
“M’kay.” She murmured before her eyes slid shut once more. I breathed out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and silently made my way around the room, gathering my clothes. I dressed hurriedly and stalked to the front door, keeping as quiet as possible. I unlocked the door and opened it just enough for me to slide through before shutting it silently behind me. I took a moment to lean back against it and let my mind run its wild course.
Well I know I won’t be drinking for a long long time after that. I groaned and made my way down her front steps and onto the street. I pulled out my cell phone and called a cab. Now that I was away from Tanya and the adrenaline had stopped running, I felt the massive headache that comes with a hangover. I sank down in the still dew damp grass and pressed my check against the cool ground. All the sounds were too loud and I didn’t sit up until the cab came.
I quickly gave him my address and we were off. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cool glass of the window. What have I done?
I’ll admit, I spent the day moping. My mom had hated one-night stands and the like. I felt like I’d let her down. How could I do that? I knew better than to get drunk. And it didn’t help that thoughts of the mysterious Bella kept running through my mind. No doubt she’d be disappointed with me if I told her and for that very reason I ignored my laptop.
When I’d gotten home I’d stared at it for an immeasurable amount of time, considering logging on. But then I did the opposite of what I wanted and I simply went into my bedroom, dropped onto my bed and fell asleep.
I awoke, drenched in sweat, breathing heavy and scared shitless. The dream, well nightmare really, was replaying in my mind and I shut my eyes, trying to make it go away. It wouldn’t leave. All I could see, eyes open and closed, was my mom’s face disappearing into a flaming house and my dad shaking his head in disappointment at me as he too disappeared into the house. I tried to call out to them, run to them, but as I got closer, they got farther. I was sobbing and I just couldn’t stop.
I hadn’t cried since the day of the fire, but I cried now. I pulled out the few things of theirs that I had left and just sobbed over them.
When my tears dried I fell into another fitful sleep. I was plagued by a new nightmare. There was a gorgeous woman in it. She had mahogany hair and large expressive chocolate brown eyes. Her skin was pale, but she made it look great. She was standing on the edge of a cliff, waving at me, her face lit up in a smile. I ran towards her, but as I reached her she took a step back and fell off the cliff. She spread her arms and laughed as she fell, and at the base of said cliff was an ocean of fire. Needless to say I woke up covered in sweat again.
I sat up and stared at the wall for a moment, trying to figure out who the woman was. I was sure I’d never seen her before, I would have remembered if I had. Bella’s name kept running through my mind. Wouldn’t it be coincidental if they were the same person? A wry smile pulled at the corner of my lips as I stood up to go take a shower.
I used the shower to wash away what was left of Tanya’s smell on me and all the other crap that was coating my body.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I stood in front of the mirror, studying my face. I’m not usually one to stare at myself, but Rose and Jasper had told me that I was looking bad. All I saw was bags under my eyes and a tired droopiness sort of…around…me I suppose you could say. I haven’t gotten much sleep since that night; the nightmares plague my dreams and make it impossible to get more than a couple hours of sleep.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I became more aware of the pounding headache. I groaned and opened the medicine cabinet, looking for some aspirin. I swallowed the pill and chased it down with a drink of water, straight from the tap.
I walked back into the living room, my headache weakening some, and picked up my phone. There were multiple messages from Rose, Jasper and of course Tanya. I sighed and called my voicemail. The first five messages were from Rose, wondering if I was going to be okay and to call her back as soon as possible. I sent her a quick text telling her I was fine, at home and that no, I did not need her to come and keep me company.
Jasper was calmer, and simply sent a few text messages. They were a lot like Rose’s except that he was telling me not to do something I would regret and boy did I regret last night. Tanya had both called and sent texts. Her voicemail messages were angry. She wanted to know where I was and why I had just left like that. Her text messages were apologetic. She said she was sorry for being angry with me and that she wanted me to come back so we could have a repeat performance. I frowned in disgust before sending her a message that simply said that I would prefer to not meet with her again. It was only after I sent that message that I started wondering how she got my cell phone number in the first place. Of course the answer was obvious, Rose.
“Rosalie Lillian Hale, why the hell did you give Tanya my number?” I yelled into the phone. I was still sitting in my living room, but now I was on the phone with Rose, trying to figure this whole mess out.
“Well, after you left her this morning she called me, practically in tears, and asked if I had your number. How was I supposed to turn her down like that? She sounded pitiful.” She hadn’t sounded pitiful in her messages.
“Sorry Rose.” I sighed. “I’m just not in the best mood right now.”
Her voice turned comforting as she replied, “Don’t worry about it Edward, I knew you two wouldn’t work. You looked like you were thinking of something else the whole evening. What’s up with you?”
I sighed again. “What would you say if I told you that I’ve found the woman for me, but she lives in Florida and I’ve never met her?”
“Wait, WHAT???” I heard her clamp her hand over the mouthpiece for a moment. “Okay, Jasper and I will be over in a few minutes, then you’re going to tell us everything.” She said when she returned. She hung up before I had a chance to reply.
I sat and waited. As she said, a few minutes later her car pulled up outside and she stormed into the room. “Remind me to get my spare key back from her.” I said calmly to Jasper.
She sank down gracefully on the chair across from me. “Okay, tell all.” I snorted; she was such a girl. I smiled wryly at that.
“Well, you see I was feeling really bad one day so I wrote a letter to a random stranger and I put it in a bottle and sent it out to sea.”
“You what?!?!?!?” Rose exclaimed.
“I sent a message in a bottle out to sea.”
“Okay, that’s what I thought you said. Now continue.”
“So then yesterday I got a reply in the mail. It’s from a woman that lives in Florida called Bella. She’s amazing.” It surprised me how quickly I was falling for this woman.
“You have to give us more details than that!” She said, leaning forward. Jasper was sitting next to me, a smug smile on his face.
“See Rose, I told you he’d met someone, I just didn’t realize it was this way.” I shot him a look, but he just stared back unfazed.
“So, have you talked to her yet?” Rose asked, more excitement creeping into her tone.
“On IM, but other than that, no.”
“Well why not?” She asked.
“I’m scared.” I replied meekly.
“Of what Edward.” She sighed exasperatedly. “Are you afraid to tell her about last night?” I nodded. “She’s probably had drunken one night stands too. Just tell her.” She said it like it was so obvious.
“Now, onto more important matters. When do I get to talk to her? Oh wait! I’m here and there’s your laptop. How ‘bout you open it up, turn it on, and tell her!” Rose obviously had some caffeine today…
“I don’t know Rose…” I sighed. “Maybe I should just forget about her. I’m not good enough for her anyways.” My eyes widened as Rose’s face grew angrier and angrier.
“Enough of this bull shit Edward! I’m tired of dealing with your whiny ass! Get over yourself already. The fire wasn’t your fault and stop moping around trying to convince yourself that it was. I don’t want to see you continue with this pity party.” Her voice dropped and a few tears escaped her eyes. “I just want the old Edward back. I’m worried about you.”
I pulled Rose into my lap, although with her height it didn’t work all that well. “Shhh…don’t cry Rose.” Jasper was glaring at me. Shit, I made his sister cry, he had a right to.
When she’d calmed down and shakily wiped away the last of her tears she stood up, picked up my laptop and sat down on the other side of me, opened it and pressed the power button. “If you’re to chicken to speak to her, I will.” I groaned and leaned forward, dropping my head into my hands.
She logged onto my account without having to ask me for my password, I don’t even want to know where she got it. “I’m guessing it’s this email@example.com. She’s about as original with e-mails as you are.” She commented. “Damn, she’s offline. I’ll just wait until she signs on.” Knowing Rose, she wasn’t kidding.
“Go get some sleep, you look like hell.”
“Thanks Jasper.” I said half sarcastically. I stood up, stretched and shuffled to my bedroom. Sleep wouldn’t come easily or nightmare free, but a couple hours was better than none.
“SHE’S ON! FINALLY!” I heard Rose yell.
I shot up straight in my bed, awaking from a surprisingly pleasant dream about the brown haired angel. I shook my head and walked to the living room. I saw Rose on, typing away.
I glanced over her shoulder and read their hardly existent conversation.
Sent at 9:45 pm
Edward: Bella, I know you’re on, please answer.
Sent at 9:46
Edward: Come on Bella, please.
Sent at 9:50 pm
It stopped there for a few minutes.
Bella: What, are you talking to me now?
“I like her. She’s got some sass.” Rose commented. I picked up my laptop from her lap and sat down next to her.
Edward: Sorry Bella, some things came up.
“Chicken.” Rose muttered.
Bella: Like I haven’t heard that before.
“Ow!” I yelped as Rose smacked me.
“You hurt her!”
Edward: I’m truly sorry.
Bella: That’s what they all say.
Edward: What if I told you I was scared?
I sighed, preparing to tell her everything. What was this woman doing to me?
Bella: Of what?
Edward: Telling you about my one night stand.
Bella: That’s what you were scared of? I mean honestly, haven’t we all gotten drunk and had unremembered one night stands?
“Told you.” Rose muttered.
I just rolled my eyes at her.
Edward: I’m not usually like that.
Bella: We all have our mad moments.
“More like bad months.” I muttered.
“Can I talk to her? Please?” Rose pleaded with me.
Edward: My friend Rose wants to talk to you.
Bella: If you’ll give me a second I’ll put on the web-cam. It has a microphone added into it.
Edward: I have one too, if that makes it easier.
We both took a moment to hook up the cams and microphones. I clicked the video chat button and held my breath.
Video chat enabled.
A box in the corner of the screen came up. It showed me a nondescript bedroom, but that’s not what caught my eye. The angel sitting Indian style on the bed smiling nervously and blushing like crazy was what really caught my attention.
I blew out the breath I’d been holding. We both gasped. “You.” She murmured.
“You.” I said back stupidly. It was the woman from my dreams.
“I’m lost.” Rose broke in. Bella shook her head quickly as if to rid it of its thoughts.
“Let me guess, Rose right?” She said with a smile.
“Right.” Rose actually smiled at her. I’m sure my jaw dropped a few feet at that. Rose was known as the Queen Bitch by most people, except for Jasper and myself, we knew the real Rose. But it was surprising that she would…accept…someone that quickly.
“Jasper.” Bella guessed looking at my fair-haired friend.
He nodded at her. Jasper was always the quietest of us.
“And Edward.” She said simply, staring at me. She blushed again when she realized that she was staring and looked away.
“So Bella, what is it that you do?” Rose asked when she saw that Bella and I were too shy to actually talk to each other.
“I’m an editor. I’m actually working on something right now, its surprisingly good for a first novel. Of course I dream of being an author, but I can’t seem to find a start that I actually like.” Her lovely blush was starting to fade. “What do you do?”
“I’m a mechanic.” I could see shock forming on Bella’s face. It was understandable, Rose was not the kind of person you would expect to be a mechanic.
“Physiatrist.” Jasper said calmly.
“I work for a record label, but I want to study piano at Julliard at some point.” I always turned to my piano in times of pain. I’d composed many songs over the years for my parents and I was working on one right now.
“You should play something for her.” Jasper suggested.“I’d like to hear you play.” I sighed, stood up and walked to the upright piano in the corner of the room. I sat down on the bench and tapped a few keys to check the tuning. Finding it to be exactly in tune, as always, I launched into what was my mom’s favorite piece.