Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ I Do Love You ❯ Escape? ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Five - Escape ?

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I awoke the next day to the sound of a storm. Groggy, I slowly sat up, my body not wanting to work as it was still demanding rest. However, my mind was another thing, trying to figure everything out. I was having a hard time getting up, my bed too soft to inspire me to want to leave.

Loosing the battle, I slumped back into the bed, allowing the silky sheets to cocoon around me.

Once again, my mind sent out an alarm. Since when were my sheets silky? They were usually coarse, the years having been unkind to them. I felt the sheets with my fingers again, thinking that they would have changed. They still felt as smooth and silky as before.

Forcing myself to wake up this time, I opened my eyes, looking around me as I tried to figure out where I was at. I could tell now that the bed was definitely not mine, as well as the room that I was in. Confused as to how I got here - and a little bit scared - I racked my brain trying to think as to how I had gotten into this room and comfy bed.

Luckily for me, it only took a few seconds before I remembered everything that had happened yesterday. Wide awake now, I sat back up, rubbing my eyes as I did so. Looking around me, I discovered the original source of my waking up was the fact that I had left the balcony doors open. The storm that raged outside was pouring into the room slightly, the sound unmuffled.

I got out of the bed, shivering in the cold air as I hurried towards the French doors, shutting them before I walked over to the bathroom, feeling nature's call. While in the bathroom, I took a look at my reflection, groaning at how horrible I looked. My hair was a wild mess and I had bags under my eyes, despite how well I had slept.

Turning on the cold water, I splashed my face, using the coldness to deswell the bags under my eyes. Once I had splashed my face a few times, I grabbed the towel that I spied to my right, and dried my face. Looking into the mirror once more, I was glad to find that I looked much better than I had.

Happier now that my face looked better, I then tried to detangle my hair using the brush that I had found sitting on the counter. It took me awhile before the rat's next that was my hair was finally tamed. Sighing, I walked out of the room, looking longingly at the shower that I wished to use. However, I didn't because I was just going to have to put on my dirty clothes again, so there was no point in trying to get cleaned.

I walked out of the room, only to pause as I saw Edward was now in the bedroom. Eyes widening slightly, I pursed my lips as I was what he was doing. It was very easy for me to recognize the garments that he in his hands as he brought them over to me. He held them out to me, causing me to look at him as if he was crazy. He isn't seriously picking out undergarments for me, is he I thought, immediately dismissing it. He wasn't that insane as to think I couldn't choose my own things.

“Here, these are for you.”

Then again, he was crazy enough to think that I would marry him just by demanding it, so he obviously had a few screws loose in his head.

“Your joking, right?” I said. “What makes you think you can tell me what I am to wear, in any regards? Also, even if I were to accept these from you, they wouldn't fit. You do not know my size in anything.”

A flash of anger crossed his face as his hand shot out. A stinging pain erupted from my cheek as I felt my eyes opening wide. Slowly bringing my hand up to my cheek, I winced as I felt the now tender skin before looking back at him, a glare on my face that covered my fear. The bastard had slapped me.

“You do not talk to me like that, understand? And yes, I do expect you to wear them. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen them. Also, they will fit you. There exactly your size,” he said. Thrusting them back out at me, I grabbed them from him, about to say that they were not my size as I looked at the tags, but I shut my mouth as I realized that he was right.

Looking back up at him with blank eyes that did not show my inner turmoil, I thanked him before turning, planning on freaking out in the bathroom, when he stopped me once again. I stood where I was at as he moved away from me for a moment, shuffling through something before coming back towards me, his arm reaching around me as he handed something else to me as well.

I grabbed whatever it was and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Once there, I freaked out, repeatedly say “Oh my God” as I paced the floor. I couldn't believe that he had known my bra and panty size. I looked back at them, still seeing the sizes that they had said before. I continued pacing, wondering what this meant exactly.

Calming down slightly, I looked at the other thing that he had given me. It was a dress, a white one that looked like it would go all the way down to my knees with a flared skirt and corset-like top. The sleeves had an inch wide strip of satin before becoming lace that went down to my wrist, where another inch of satin would encircle a wrist. I imagined that it would look nice on me, and set it down next to the undergarments.

Sighing once again as I realized that I ought to change into it rather than stare, I went to take off my camisole only to stop when there was a knock on the door. Turning back around, I opened it, finding that Edward was standing there once again. He handed me one more thing, a towel.

“You can take a shower. I've already stocked it with your favorite things,” he said, leaving me alone before I could question what he exactly meant. I stood still, wondering what he meant before shrugging as I put the towel within easy reach of the shower door. Undressing, I walking into the shower, pausing as I saw the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash containers that were already there.

I groaned out loud as I read what scent they were. Strawberry, my favorite scent. Biting my lip, I once again wondered how he knew this as I turned on the water, jumping slightly from the coldness of it. Quickly changing the temperature until it was warmer, I began to wash myself.

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Once I was all washed and dressed, I went to the miniature library was the connected to the room, unsure of where to go otherwise. It wasn't like he told me that I could go anywhere, though he didn't quite say that I couldn't, but - at the moment - I didn't feel like tempting fate.

Besides, I needed to convince him that I was staying in the room until I was positive that he didn't think otherwise. I wanted him to believe that I wasn't going to leave these rooms until I was ready, so that when I finally did, he would be none the wiser. It was crucial in my escape plan.

I already knew that he didn't mind if I left the French doors open, otherwise he would have probably closed them when he came into the room - and I had no doubt that he hadn't come into the room while I was sleeping. I remembered that he hadn't really introduced the room as mine, and, as far as I knew, it was the biggest room in the house. There was no way he didn't mean to not share the room with me. Plus, none of the other rooms had really looked lived in.

Of course, once that thought went through my mind, I panicked a bit, wondering where he had slept last night and if he had come in here while I was sleeping. I didn't like the fact that there could have been a chance that he had slept next to me, since one, it was a creepy thought, and two, I knew that I talked in my sleep, and I was afraid of what I may have talked about.

Part of me remembered that I had been thinking about escape plans, and didn't want him to know so he wouldn't be able to stop me if I did do so. After all, if he discovered how I might be planning on leaving, it would be hard to get out.

However, that didn't stop me from thinking about going ahead with my plans. I looked outside again, and decided that I would need to be wearing something other than white. Not only that, but would also need something that I could move in better, and would keep me warmer than this dress would.

With that thought in mind, I walked over to the closet. I looked through what they had gotten me, frowning as I saw that almost everything was made up of skirts, dresses, and revealing tops. Biting my lip, I decided to grab a couple of the others shirts, unsure of what I would need, as well as several of the skirts. I was lucky when I saw a couple of sweaters, even luckier when they were thick and baggy.

I grabbed the three long sleeved tops that I had grabbed, both of the baggy sweaters, and two of the skirts - both of them just a little longer than the skirt of the dress I was wearing - and walked out of the closet, setting them on the bed. Walking over to the dresser, so began going through it, hoping to find something for me that would be better to wear. I had no luck, as the only thing that I could come up with were a pair of shorts that were too short to be considered shorts.

However, I was lucky enough to find some leg warmers as well as some arm warmers, and some socks. I took three pairs of each - the socks were super thin - and placed them next to the other stuff that I had grabbed. Then, finally, I went to grab my suit - it was a female's pantsuit as I didn't care much for skirts at work - only to discover that it wasn't there, nor were my shoes. Shit I thought as I realized that he must have grabbed it. I had little doubt that I would see it again, if the way he had chosen what I was to wear as any clue.

Realizing that the shoes that I would have to wear - though I hadn't seen any - would most likely be the heels that I despised, I went back to the dresser, grabbing a few more pairs of socks before thinking about something, and moving over to the other dresser, where I hit a jackpot. I grabbed two pairs of his socks, as well as a pair of pants that he had folded in there.

Then, I folded all the clothes together, making one big bundle, before moving it all to the mini library, where I hid it all underneath one of the desks; the one where I was planning on sitting at, and grabbed a book, prepared to read until I was able to leave; I figured that it would have to be late tonight.

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It was about two - I had found a clock in this room that I had previously overlooked - in the afternoon when the door was opened. I was on the fifteenth book that I had wanted to read - a book called Tongue in Chicby Christina Dodd - and I was just about to get to the main female's reaction at meeting her grandfather, who doesn't know she exists at this time, for the first time when I heard a throat clearing.

Looking up from the novel with a frown, I glared at the intruder, though the glare immediately left my face as I saw the face of Edward. I grabbed a bookmark, stuck it were I was at, and set the book down before turning to him, though I was sorely tempted to just ignore him as I continued to read.

“Yes?” I asked, not even bothering to make my voice sound pleasant. “What do you want?”

Edward frowned at me, a dark look passing over his features for a minute before disappearing.

“I came to escort you down for food,” he said, walking over to me until he was right behind me. I felt nervous, wondering if he could see all the clothes at my feet while hoping that he couldn't. Too draw his attention away from them, I stood up and moved away from the desk, leaving the mini library as I went to the bed.

I turned back to him and glared once again.

“I am sorry, but I have to decline your invitation. If you desire me to eat, I will do it in here, alone,” I said, a small smile crossing my lips in an innocent gesture. His eyes narrowed, and he moved forward, grabbing my arm in a tight grip. I couldn't help the yelp that left my mouth as he pulled me towards him. My eyes widened in pain as I felt my arm bruise under his grip.

“I said that I would escort you down to food, and that is what I shall do,” he said, pulling me out of the room. I felt several tears go down my cheeks from the pain, and thought I saw something in his eyes before he turned to face forward. He pulled me all the way to a room that I had yet to see on the first floor, as it was nearer to the door where I hadn't explored.

It was right next to the dining room, and looked to be an unofficial miniature dining room, for all it contained was a small table for more intimate scenarios. The table had two plates on it, an - in the middle - several plates of fresh fruit, pancakes, sausage, bacon, and some other breakfast foods that had my mouth watering.

I heard my stomach growl as it pleaded me to feed it. He walked me over to the table, his grip loosening on my arm once he had deposited me into one of the two chairs. He held me for a second more, making sure that I wasn't planning on moving, but I was too focused on the food to care. My mouth was watering as I found myself hoping that he would tell me to dig in.

However, it seemed as if he once again had different plans as he took my plate and filled it himself. I found myself frowning over this action. Did he think so little of me that he felt like I couldn't choose my own food? I knew that my nose was wrinkling as he piled some sunny-side-up eggs onto the plate as well as some ketchup.

Placing the plate in front of me, I felt my appetite fall. I hated ketchup, always have been. I didn't like the taste of it. It was the same with mustard. I also didn't care much for eggs unless they were scrambled with cheese, ham, sausage, and/or bacon; I also didn't mind omelets.

However, the only things that he gave me were the two things I hated more than anything. I looked at him, wondering how he expected me to act. He was looking back at me, a look of wonder on his face as he waited for me to eat.

“I'm not eating that,” I said, my voice firm. He frowned.

“Ands why is that?” he asked. I gestured towards the plate.

“One, I can choose my own food. Two, you do not seem to really know me because, if you did, you would know that I absolutely despise ketchup and most eggs,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest, glaring at him. I mentally braced myself for his anger. However, it seemed as if what I had said had the opposite effect that I was expecting.

He laughed, a musical laugh that had me staring at him in shock. I couldn't believe that he found my anger funny. Frowning, I went to stand and leave, no longer feeling hungry, when my arm was once again in his grip. I was pulled back into my seat as I realized that he was no longer laughing.

“There is no reason to leave,” he said, pulling the plate that he had originally handed her in front of him while he handed the empty plate that had been in front of him to her. Taking it from him, I began to make my own plate, placing some pancakes, bacon, sausage, a buttered biscuit, and fresh fruit onto it.

Throwing some butter and syrup onto the pancakes, and I was ready to eat.

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Eating with Edward was…interesting, to say the least. I think the fact that he hadn't known about some of the things I liked made him unhappy, because he spent the entire breakfast asking questions about some things that I usually didn't divert to others.

Knowing that there were some things he didn't know about me made me extremely happy, for that meant that he hadn't had me watched as much as I had originally thought. I knew that he had been watching me; the fact that he had a clue as to what kind of books I liked to read showed that. However, the fact that he didn't know what I preferred to eat was a small comfort, as was the fact that he didn't know the true me as well as he might have liked.

Once breakfast was finished, he allowed me to leave, thinking - or hoping - that I would take him up on his offer to do whatever I wanted outside of the room, but I just ignored that and went straight to my room. That was were I stayed as the day passed, only being bothered two times, once by Alice, who wanted to talk about wedding stuff - something that wasn't going to happen if I had a choice about it - and Edward, who escorted me to dinner.

Finally, it was night, and I walked out of the room, checking to make sure that no one could see me before I brought the clothes out and put them on; all of them. It wasn't an easy think, and - by the time I had them all on me - I wanted to take them off, but I ignored my wants, and walked over to the balcony doors, opening them up just enough so I would be able to leave without triggering an alarm. I had no idea if the house had one, but I didn't want to trigger it before I could even leave. The only thing that I wish had changed was the fact that it was still storming.

Then, I crawled into the bed, and waited until I was positive that everyone was asleep. I situated myself so I was completely covered by the covers, despite the fact that I was so hot I could feel sweat building up. I was lucky that a cool breeze from the opened door was cooling me off enough so that there was no seat showing on my face.

I laid down when I heard the door open, and I had to fight myself to not shoot out of the bed. Looking towards the door as best as I could, I saw that Edward had walked in. He ignored me, going straight towards the dresser that had held his clothes, and pulling out a pair of sleeping pants from within. He turned towards me, seeing me awake.

“I've got work to do tonight, so I won't be sleeping in here tonight,” he said. “I'll see you in the morning.”

He hurried away as I thought No you won't. Walked out the doors again, he said goodnight to me, and turned off the light, closing the door all the way behind him. The minute I was positive that he wouldn't turn around and come back, I threw off the blankets, standing up, and carefully making my way to the balcony, careful not to make any noise.

While I wasn't planning on running at that moment, I was hot, and it was cooler out here. It was also still storming, making me happy that I had pulled on as much clothes on as I could. I looked over at the clock. 9:30 pm. I sighed. I didn't know when it would be safe for me to leave, but I figured that it was still to early to do so.

Sighing, I went to the library where I grabbed the book that I was reading. Going over to the chair that was right by the balcony, I began to read. Luckily for me, I had chosen a long book - It by Stephen King - So, by the time I was three-fourths of the way through it, it was 11:30. Bookmarking my place, I tempted with the thought of bringing it with me to read once I got home, but dismissed it immediately. It had been bought by Edward, and it technically belonged to him. I didn't want any reminders of him once I was free.

Walking over to where I had seen shoes at, I slipped on a pair of his because, with as many pairs of socks I had put on, there was no way my shoes would fit my feet. His shoes barely did at this point. Sighing , I carefully wade my way outside, carefully closing the doors behind me as I walked down the stairs.

Being careful not to make a sound, I walked straight through the garden up reaching the bottom floor. Making my way through the little paths in the ground, making sure not to disturb the any of the flowers around. The rain was cold as it started to soak my clothes. Luckily, it was only the first layer and my hair.

I was just reaching the tree line when I heard something that I wasn't expecting.