Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ I Do Love You ❯ Edward ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter Three -

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Isabella Swan Point of View

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Many emotions were running through me as my mind repeated the words that he had spoken. My mind was at war within itself. My rational side versus my irrational side; also know as my head against my body or reason against lust. The argument going on inside my head was very simple.

Irrational/body/lust side was thinking He's a god, he's hot, he's my soon to be husband, we'll do the naked tango soon.

However, rational/brain/reason were thinking along completely different lines - Snap out of it, Bella! He kidnapped you! He's forcing you to marry him! You should me mad! Angry in fact - and Bella was in more agreement with them than the other side.

I should definitely be- she started, only to be interrupted.

“Isabella?” The god - man, he's only a man - spoke again, bringing me from my thoughts. I bit my lip before I decided that I should respond.

“Hmm…Nice to meet you, but please call me Bella,” I said. I silently groaned as I realized that it wasn't what I really wanted to say. It was just the first thing that came to my mind, especially since I was always telling others that as well. I resisted the urge to hit myself upside the head.

“Okay, Bella, let me show you to our room,” he said, unaware of my mental groaning. He took my hand to lead me. When his hand touched my, I jumped a bit as I felt an electrical shock go through me. That was weird I thought before turning back to the hand holding my. Despite being a guy, his hand was very soft, as if he moisturized them daily. It was also huge compared to mine, engulfing my small hand completely in his grip.

He led me to the stairs, going up until he was at the top of it. Leading me down a long, decorated hallway, I found myself paying attention to the pictures that were on the walls. Trees, flowers, rivers, birds, and baby deer playing in a stream were just some of the many pictures that I saw. There were all so beautiful, but I wondered why they were all pictures of something that was apart of nature.

I didn't realized that I had been caught looking at them until I heard Edward say, “Do you like them? Esme loves nature.”

I wondered who this `Esme' person was. I figured that I would ask him later, if I had the chance. I went back to looking at the pictures until I saw one that was kind of different compared to the others, and felt myself stop in front of it. Edward noticed me stop and came to stand next to me as I admired a painting that had a single flower on it.

It was just like all the other paintings along the hallway - something of nature - but there was something different about it. It looked like it had been painted by someone younger, around the age of six or seven. Yet, it was still beautiful to look at, and it did fit well with the other pictures on the wall.

“This is my little sister's painting,” Edward said next to my ear. I turned to look at him, furrowing my brow as I asked, “Alice?”

I was unsure if he had any other sisters, so I went with the one that I knew he had. Edward shook his head.

“No, it wasn't Alice. This was painted my little sister Dianna,” he answered. I nodded and asked, “When will I meet her?”

A sad smile covered his face at my question.

“As much as I would love for you to meet her, you can't. She died when she was six. It happened a few months after she had painted this, in fact,” he said. His voice held no emotion to it as he told me, but I saw a deep sadness in his eyes that caused my heart to break.

“I'm so sorry,” I whispered. I was trying hard not to cry, but I could feel a few of them make there way down my face. I felt his hands come up to wipe them away.

“No, don't cry. It's okay, I mean…” he started. He paused, as if trying to find the right words to say. It seemed he could figure out what to say as he sighed.

“Never mind. We'll talk later.”

He started walking again, showing me that he wanted the subject to be dropped. I obliged his silent request, and followed him once more.

Finally, we came to a double door situated at the end of the hall. It had writing spanned across it, two words, one on each door. I read them, my eyes widening in surprise as I did.

Welcome Isabella. I furrowed my brow yet again as I wondered how he had known my name - something, which I now realized, I should have questioned the minute I had gotten the e-mail. I think shock might have been the reason why I hadn't.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to ask how as Edward opened the doors, and gestured me inside Biting my lip, I walked inside, only to stop short and stare. The room was…big. This room itself was bigger than my apartment. The walls were dark blue, the floor was wood, and I could see that there were four other doors in the room.

One of them was a pair of French doors that were right across from the doors that we had entered from, two were to the right of us, and the fourth was opposite of that one.

There was a Californian King-size bed in the middle of the room. It had a canopy on it with black curtains surrounding it. The curtains were open. To the wall to the left were dressers, two of them, that sat on either side of the door, framing it. On the wall to the right, there was a full body mirror, and pictures decorating it. The mirror was situated between the two doors, as were several pictures on either side of it.

I bit my lip as I gazed at the bed before I giving into the urge that I had. I ran towards it and jumped on it, squealing at how soft and comfortable the bed felt as I laid on it. I buried my face in one of the pillows, rubbing my cheek against the satin with my eyes closed before I stopped and looked up.

My eyes found the French doors, and, without hesitation, I ran to them and opened them up to discover a balcony that had an incredible view. My eyes took in the large garden and forest that I could see, along with a huge pool that was situated in the middle of the yard. There was a spiral staircase that led straight down to the ground. I figured that this was his backyard.

I walked back into the room and over to the doors on the right. Opening the first one that I came to, I felt my eyes widen as I took in the huge walk in closet. It was like a small room, with clothes hanging everywhere, as well as built-in shelves full of shoes along the walls. There was an island in the middle of the room, one with small drawers built in as well as a computer on it. I couldn't help but walk around, taking it in as I noticed that there was quite a selection of women clothes and shoes. I wondered if they were supposed to be mine.

I walked out of the room, feeling surprised, and went straight to the other door, opening it to discover a master bathroom. It had a long counter against the wall that held the closet as well as a separate room for the toilet. There was a huge Jacuzzi tub with jets that looked big enough to hold to people comfortable, and a separate shower next to it. I walked over to the shower, which was like a mini room itself. It had a built in seat and shelves, and several shower heads - one that was in the ceiling, and two that were on the sides - and was big enough to hold at least three people.

After my inspection of that room - I had a feeling that I was going to love that tub - I walked over to the final door that I had yet to go through. Opening it, I found that the room was pitch black, so I reached out my hand and found a light switch. Turning it on, I felt my eyes go wide before a smile crossed my face. It was a library, a miniature one, but a library still. There was a desk next to the door, a window with a window seat that had the curtains drawn, and a cozy little area that held a chaise lounge with a side table that was next to a fireplace. The walls were dark blue, just like the bedroom, and the floor was wood but covering in a huge rug.

However, what held my attention the most was the bookshelf that covered an entire wall. It was filled with what seemed like thousands of books. I felt my eyes pop out as I walked over to them, entranced.

“Having fun?” Edward called from the door. I turned to discover that he had a big smile on his face. Blushing, I turned back to the bookcase, and continued to walk over to study the books.

“This is just a private library. There is another one on the first and second floor,” he said, but his voice faded as I began to read the titles of the books there. My eyes widened as I saw that most of the books were my favorites. If it wasn't a favorite by book, then it was a book by an author that I had favored but hadn't read, and new ones that I had been dying to read.

“These are all my favorites. How did you know?” I asked, turning around to face him. He stepped closer to me.

“I know all about you, Bella,” he said. Smiling a crooked grin at me - one that made me feel like melting - he continued.

“You're going to be my wife, after all.”

That single sentence caused everything to come crashing down on me as I remembered that he had technically kidnapped me and told me that he was now my fiancé. I mean, he was hot. Any girl would be glad to be in my position, but I didn't want to marry someone who was basically forcing me. If I had a plan to get married, I would rather like to have known the guy for several years, and - no matter how hot Edward was - I didn't know him, at all, and what I did know of him was not only enough, but wasn't good at all.

“Edward, look. I'm sorry, but I don't want to marry you. I want to go back home. Sorry, but I want to marry someone I love, and I don't love you. Hell, I don't even know you,” I said. Biting my lip as I looked down, and took a deep breath, not wanting to start yelling at him.

“Can I please go home? You can find someone better than me, someone who wants to be with you,” I said, hoping that he would let me go. I looked back up to him, and wished that I hadn't, for the gorgeous smile that had been on his face was no longer there. Instead, there was a dark look on his face, one that seemed like it could end the world. His green eyes got darker, almost a black color. A shiver went down my spine. The look on his face scared me.

He stepped forward, grabbing me by my arms as he yanked me towards his face. A small cry of shock left me as I was forced into him, his body touching mine. He glared at me as I stared in his eyes, my own showing fear.

“Listen to me, and listen well, Isabella. You WILL marry me, and you WILL love me. This is your home now, and you are going to be my wife, whether you like it or not!” He said, his voice firm. His grip on my arms tightened to a painful point.

“You are going to listen to me. You're going to do what I ask and be respectful. If you wish to do otherwise, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?” he asked. My head swirled around the word `punished', and I felt my eyes water up involuntarily. Several tears fell down my face as I nodded my head, unable to do more than that.

What happened to the angel I saw a few minutes ago I thought. Edward plain out scared me now. I had never been yelled at like that before, having always been the good kid that everyone ended up liking. Not even my parents had ever yelled at me like that. Yet, here he was, doing just that. I felt like I was a child again.

“Good,” was all I heard from Edward as he let me go, and left the room. I heard the bedroom doors slam shut from where I was at, unable to move as tears streamed down my face faster than they were going before.

Why me I thought as my legs gave out, and I began sobbing.