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really believe two days are enough to make a decision that will change your entire life? The two men stared at each other from across the room, the oldest clearly apprehensive, while the youngest, inherently persistent, looked obstinate.Ive been considering it for way more than two days, and you know it pretty well. The young man sounded tired despite the firmness of his statement.After a long sigh the father, unable to stop himself, tried once more. You wouldnt have resorted to this if J...Please, dont. The son, immediately realizing what the father was about to say, interrupted him with his desperate plea, standing up swiftly, before that name could come out. I dont want to talk about it, dad. This has nothing to do with what happened.The older man shook his head slowly. This has to do with him and the fact that you cannot...If youre gonna insist on this than we cant talk right now. The son cut the father off once more, pushing away from the desk and walking past his parent to the door. The papers are on the desk, I just need your signature on them. He said while taking a hold of the knob. We can discuss the arrangements later. And that said he opened the door, ready to get out of the room.You know hell come looking for you to apologize. He heard the father say in a matter-of-fact tone.The son stopped on his track due to the impact of that truth. Than he took a deep breath and, without turning to the older man inside the office, exhaled forcefully while closing his eyes again.It wont change anything. He stated firmly, resolute.The young man marched to the second floor of the house after that, afraid his father would say something more to weaken his determination. He wasnt backing down, he made that decision consciously.Arriving at his bedroom, he closed the door and sat on the floor behind it, easily ignoring the ache on his hand. It was so much weaker than the one in his chest...In spite of his better judgement, the young man allowed himself to think about the immediate consequence of his resolve for a moment. Not regarding himself, since hed already considered all the prospects that would affect him. No. He took a moment to think about how that other person would react to all that. He knew well how it would be... He knew that the other person would be sad and a little lost, not for long, of course, but still... So the young man, worried as he normally was when it came to that person, decided something else.He stood up calmly, even though calm was not something he was feeling, and reached his bedside table to retrieve his cell phone.The young man sighed heavily. The day was barely in the middle, but he had already called five times.Closing his eyes for the fifth, maybe sixth time that morning, the young man contained his anxiety. He couldnt give in, not anymore. This had been going on for far too long and
had to come to a stop.He hurriedly erased the call log and went through his contacts to find yet another number. As soon as it was located, the young man made the call.The girl answered after the second ring, her voice guarded, though slightly surprised.Can we talk? The young man asked, straight to the point.Sure. Im listening. The girl replied softly.In person. This is important. OK. Do you you want me to go there?No need, Ill go to you. Will you be alone tomorrow morning?Yeah, my parents will be at the B&B.Good. Is eight oclock OK?Yeah.So its settled. Ill see you tomorrow, then.Deal. Are you OK?The young man hesitated for a split second.Im fine. I need to go. He answered after a deep sigh.OK. See you then.After hanging up the phone, the young man hid his face in his hands, trying to suffocate his anguish. But he knew it was useless.Just then the phone ringed beside him, the deep chords of Beethovens Moonlight Sonata filling him with a dubious emotion.The young man stared at the screen, swallowing hard as the image reminded him how he really missed that person, how he would miss that person far worse once his plan was fulfilled.The phone went finally silent. The young man sighed again, closing his eyes once more.Im sorry. He whispered to no one. I have to do this.Then silence filled the room.Previous chapter Next chapter
So many lights...The sound was kinda loud.I felt dizzy.But I wasnt drunk. I hadnt put a single drop of alcohol in my mouth. My dizziness came from the intense desire I was feeling, so foreign, so weird, but strong to the point of making my hands itch, my heart thunder, my body tingle and my head pound.Fuck, why did he have to dance like that, in front of me?Well, not really in front of me...Edward was twenty feet away from where I was. I was a little away from the gang, leaned on an iron grid, trying to lessen my bad mood. He was among our friends, drinking and dancing and enjoying the concert. Something that I should have been doing but simply wasnt. I couldnt. I had too much going on in my head. I was totally distressed. And the way he was moving his body to the beat of the songs wasnt helping.Telling the truth, there was nothing much on the way he was dancing. He was just shaking his body in perfect sync with the song, kinda rolling his hips in a smooth way combining that with slightly sinuous movements of his torso and shoulders... Fuck, nothing much my ass. He was sexy!And that was a new fucking first.I'd never payed any attention to the way any girl danced. I'd never payed any attention to the way anyone danced! Id never bothered to notice the way Edward danced, either. But since I was deeply aware of every little thing he did those days, it wasn't that surprising that I was unwillingly focused on his (fucking damn hot) body moves. I was a little in awe with his perfect coordination and rhythm, but since Edward was perfect in most things he did, and being a musician certainly helped a lot, well, I should've imagined.What was really surprising me (embarrassing me would also be a perfect definition) was the fact that my body was responding (profusely) to the scene my eyes were capturing.Id never felt aroused just by looking at someone. But, hell! I could feel my temperature rising and my breathing hitching.He had his back to where I was, a beer bottle in his left hand, his hips swaying with the beat, his right hand running through his slightly damp hair, droplets of sweat glistening on his nape...God! I wanted to lick his fucking neck! Where did this damn desire come from?A small hand circled my right wrist and pulled me down sideways. Let's take a walk around? Bella's voice filled my right ear and I was finally able to rip my eyes away from Edward.I looked at her with questioning eyes. I didn't really want to get outta there.She creased her forehead and stood on her toes to reach my ear again. You're drooling. You're practically eye-fucking him. She argued and my heart missed a beat while my stomach churned. If you're not ready to have everyone knowing about your feelings for him, you'd better come with me.She got down on her feet and looked up at me with
a pointed look. I could identify the tender worry in them.I nodded, reached for her hand and let her pull me to wherever we were going. As we started to get distant from the rest of the gang I glanced back instinctively.Edward was looking at us, not dancing anymore, his face blank and emotionless but there was something in his eyes... A glint I couldn't recognize but that was clear enough for me to notice.Before I could gesticulate that we were coming back in a short while he looked away, his teeth going straight to his lips.Nervous, angry or curious? Those were the only emotions (that I knew of) that would provoke such reaction from him.I sighed and turned my eyes ahead. How would I know?Bella and I walked through the crowd until we found a row of bleachers. She sat and petted the space by her side. I sat too.Was I too obvious? I asked without looking at her.Well, yeah. Bella replied in an emphatic tone. Luckily, everyone else was looking at the stage. I couldn't help it! I was justifying myself. Did you see the way he was moving?Bella giggled and I felt my cheeks warming up.Yeah, he dances pretty well.He's fucking sexy. I mumbled, but she could hear me. Isn't he? I looked at her.He is. She answered in a broad smile. Youre crushing deeper on him, aren't you?I heaved a sigh. No point in denying it.I think I am... I lowered my head and looked at my hands interlaced on my lap. What do I do with this, Bella? I turned swiftly and straddled the bleacher. The feelings I have for him are getting stronger by the minute, and I don't think I'll be able to hide it very much longer. my voice was suddenly beyond strained, and I could feel how deeply creased my forehead was. I'm so scared. My chest was so heavy I had to bow. My fingers found my hair and interlocked in the curls while I rested my elbows on my thighs.Ive never felt this way before. I whispered. Ive never felt this attracted to anyone, its so strong its overwhelming, suffocating, maddening... I sighed and straightened my upper body, releasing my hair in the process. I looked at her. Its like theres wildfire in my veins. I want him so bad that Im starting to doubt my sanity. I think she understood how truly desperate I was, cause she turned to me quickly, folded one of her legs up on the seat and opened her arms. Come here. I complied easily, resting my cheek on her shoulder and circulating her narrow waist. Her slim arms were around me in no time and I sighed feeling comfortable. Bella rested her chin on my shoulder and took a slow long breath.We remained like that for a long while, until I was feeling a little better. She was so sensitive she knew the exact moment to resume our conversation.Have you thought about talking to him? Her voice was soft and caring.I exhaled heavily with the
thought and turned my head on her shoulder to rest my forehead on it.Like, telling him whats going on? My voice sounded skeptical and muffled. I felt her nod. I cant. I shook my head slightly.She squeezed me a little.Of course you can. And I think its the best way to deal with it.I kissed her shoulder and pushed away just a little, so I could look at her.Im really scared, Bella. I confessed. I dont know if I have the courage to tell him.I sighed and she brought her hands to my face, joining our foreheads. You dont need to be scared. She whispered. You have me, Im here for you. You wont go through this alone, but you have to start thinking about what youll do. You cant simply ignore all this. At some point youll have to act on it, one way or another.She pushed away and let go of my face, sitting straight. I nodded and imitated her gesture, sighing heavily to recompose myself. I was going through damn much!Is there something else bothering you? She asked, observant as ever.Once again I chose not to open up. I wanted to go back to Edward (or better saying to near him), and I definitely didnt want to risk the frail control over the emotions that were bubbling up I got to keep till then.So I shook my head. No. Everything else is OK. I lied in a surprising steady tone.She squinted her eyes a little but didnt make any comments. Are you ready to go back? Can you keep it together?Ill try. I said in a heavy exhalation. Ill just concentrate on the band. I smiled a little.She smiled back. OK. Lets go.Bella took my hand on hers and we went through the crowd again. Once we approached our friends, Edward and Emmet turned to us with weird looks, and their eyes went straight to mine and Bellas hands, that were still interlaced.She didnt bother to let go of my hand, even though it was obvious that she could see the frown Emm was sporting. I guess she just took a little advantage of our chaste gesture to provoke him a little. I understood her pretty well, cause I was kind of doing the same while I payed attention to the way Edwards lips pursed just before he looked away.Of course in her case she was being obviously successful, while on mine I couldnt be sure. Actually, I felt kinda dumb trying to make Edward jealous. The possibilities of him feeling something remotely similar to what I was feeling towards him were so tenuous...I want a beer, do you want one? Bella asked me after turning to me with a big smile lighting up her face. I knew it!No, Im good. I answered smiling back, finding the situation really amusing.She let go of my hand and got on her toes, supporting herself with her hands on both my shoulders. She was putting up quite a show. And it was working cause the big guy was still looking although trying
to be discrete. Control yourself. She whispered in my ear and I smiled at the exact moment Edward looked back.Bella got down on her feet and I gazed at her with a knowing look and a crooked smile. She winked, giving me the confirmation that I needed. As soon as she walked away Edward came towards me. Needless to say that my heart accelerated just a little.He offered me his beer bottle, which I accepted, and I took a sip.So, you finally scored? His voice was weird.Huh? I uttered, not really understanding what he meant.You and Bella. He said while lifting his eyebrows.What about Bella and I? I asked a little confused with what he was referring to. He looked away sporting a humorless smile. You know, Jay, sometimes your naivety really gets to me. He rushed through the words and I got a little tense with his slightly harsh intonation. He looked at me again, his eyes getting dark. You two took a while to come back and... He huffed a brief laugh. I was worried about you. He shrugged. So I went after you two. He stopped and kept looking at me like expecting a reply.When I didnt give him one he laughed, shaking his head. That was when I noticed he was swaying a little.How many beers did you have? I asked worried.He leaned sideways to me and my whole body trembled with his approximation. I saw you two cuddling up. And I could, at last, pinpoint the strangeness in his voice. He was drawling. So, yes or no? Did you or did you not score?I didnt really want to answer to that because it simply didnt make any sense. He knew well my crush on Bella had long passed and I loved her as my friend. Besides, I was really stunned with what was in front of me.Edward, youre drunk. I stated in a skeptic tone.He laughed again. So what? You can and I cant? He used a defiant tone. Dont worry, you wont have to take care of me. Im pretty fine. Just a little high.I sighed. It was so not him to behave like this.You know Id never mind having to take care of you. He sighed, looked away and nodded subtly. Are you OK? I questioned in a low tone. You never get drunk. Something bothered you.Maybe. He got serious all of a sudden. What is it? My tone was cautious.He looked at me with piercing eyes and, again, he gave me that look as if he was trying to figure something out. Then he shook his head and sighed, directing his gaze to the stage in front of us.That attitude of his frustrated me completely. Lately he seemed to be always keeping something from me. But who was I to judge? I was keeping something from him too.Wheres your sister? He asked out of nowhere, looking nonchalant, and this cold sensation spread wild throughout me.So that was what was bothering him... Rose was not there. It was so obvious, why didnt I see it?I
clenched my teeth and swallowed hard. The jealousy getting to me faster than a lightning bolt.Home. I replied concisely, afraid of pouring the emotion into my words. Why?He shrugged. I noticed her absence. I thought she was coming. His eyes were still away from mine.I felt a deep twinge in my heart. Shit. He was probably expecting to get to her then. Maybe this was the opportunity he had been waiting for...She was. But she was stupid enough to make a huge mistake and get herself grounded. My voice was saturated with anger. Due to the events that took place in the morning, but mostly because I was frustrated with the fact that he clearly wanted her to be there. And of course the consequences fell over me as well. He turned his head in my direction so fast I thought he would have a whiplash. His eyes were worried like earlier in the car. Thats why you got late. It wasn't a question. And as if feeling that that was the moment to confirm his suspicions, he held my forearm in the exact place I had the proof he needed. Tell me what happened, Jay.Ouch. I mumbled automatically when his hold deepened on my bruised skin. It fucking hurt.Edward didnt say anything. His eyes got bigger and he let go of my arm quickly to hold my wrist. Then he pulled up the shirt sleeve with his free hand.I looked away as soon as Jasper Seniors finger marks were exposed. Fucking hell. Edward groaned. Damn mother fucker son of a bitch. His voice was so unusually angry that I was compelled to look at him. His face was distorted in a mask of rage. Id never seen him like that before.Im gonna fucking kill him. He said in a tone that sounded really scary.And suddenly he was walking away from me.Hey, where youre going? I asked urgently while following him. Edward!He never looked back, he was marching forward, steadfast, and all I could do was follow. As he got out of the stadium and turned on the right, I knew he was heading to Emms car. I remembered he never gave back the big guys keys. They were still in his pocket.E, tell me what youre doing. My voice was pleading, and I was almost jogging to keep up with his steps.He was almost reaching the car, but before he approached it I took two strides and stopped between the car and him. He stood tall right in front of me.Get outta my way, Jasper. He said while dourly looking down at me from his 64.Of course I was intimidated, all he needed to do was push me away, he wasnt only taller but also stronger than me. But for damn sure Id put up a fight. I will if you tell me what youre doing.He tried to dodge me by moving to the right side but I moved faster, stretched my arms and splayed my hands on his chest.Fuck, it's harder than I thought!Oh, get a fucking grip! Its not
the time for your girly bullshit. I took a deep breath to center myself and control my inner monologue.Jasper, just let me go. He warned me in a very grave tone, seeming possessed by fury. His eyes were dark grey and his pupils were almost completely dilated. Id never seen him so angry.And it was my fucking fault.Where are you going? I insisted. You cannot drive in the state youre in.The fuck I cant. he said in a harsh tone before jerking my hands away from him (with only his left one) and passing. I ran to the other side of the car. If he was going somewhere, I was going too. As soon as the alarm was disabled I opened the passenger door and hopped in.Edward got in the drivers seat, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.Get outta the car. He mumbled, clearly making a huge effort to control himself.No. If youre drunk driving then Im coming with you.He closed the door and I did the same, but he never started the car.For half a minute we were in silence. He had his eyes closed and was still pinching his nose. His breath was weary. And I just waited.Tell me how this happened. He demanded. His tone left no room for arguments.I sighed.My dad got down as soon as you went home. He came asking me about Rose and I told him she was probably in her room, sleeping. The thing is... She wasnt. He called Laurens house and someone said she had just left, so we waited. But she got home only by eleven. I heaved a deep sigh. My father was pissed. He had to delay his cadets group departure, and you know how he is when anything at home affects his job... Edward nodded, not looking at me. While we waited he started to blame me.The steering wheel leather cover squeaked. I looked at his hand and cringed a little when I noticed his knuckles were white, so hard he was gripping the wheel. Edward exhaled and straightened up, opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.How so? His voice was controlled.Well, he said I was her big brother and that I should have been taking care of her. That I shouldnt have left her alone in the party and that I shouldve gone there to pick her up. I sighed. I took everything as usual, in silence. Im used to this shit.He leaned his head on the backrest and turned his face to me.You shouldnt be. This is wrong in so many ways. I could still identify the drawling in his speech, but he seemed very much present and lucid. Ive always had a problem with him being harsh and demanding to you, but since he's your father, and a Major, I guess he's entitled to be like this, and I can't interfere... But this... he moved so fast I almost didnt see when he turned completely, held my arm and lifted my sleeve again. This is fucking bullshit! He hurt you!I lowered my head, ashamed.His