Remember Me: Chapter 17

Chapter 17

BPOV

"So what about your parents?" I asked. Edward and I were up in his room on his bed, while the others were out trying to get 'situated'. In other words to make sure the wolves had handled everything and that I was safe. Alice had volunteered to stay with me, but Edward wasn't having any of it. Alice had insisted, but then Edward proceeded with this long monologue on how the only way he could ease his worries and mine, was to stay with me.

"My parents?" Edward responded confusedly.

"No the tooth fairy." I added sarcastically, but regretted it once I saw the solemn expression on his face.

"What do you what to know?" Edward mumbled quietly. I looked down at my fingers.

"Whatever you're willing to share." I answered.

"Um, my dad's still alive. I was named for him." Edward replied.

"So you're a junior." I added. He shook his head.

"Actually the third. The name's been in the family for as long as I could remember. Edward Anthony Masen the third." He continued a far off look in his eyes. I let him continue.

"I look just like him, except the eyes. Those belonged to my mother. He was a strict man, but loving. He gave my mother the world and worked hard for her too. He pinned after her for 7 years before he finally got the courage to ask her on a date." Edward said. "And when he finally did, she said that she had been waiting for him and what took him so long?" Edward laughed darkly.

"Well that explains why Alice is the way she is." I answered and he nodded his head.

"Alice looks just like her, with her raven colored hair and wide eyes."

"Tell me about her." I asked.

"She was just like you. You would have loved her. Although a few of our human memories fade, I can still remember her scent, her smile, the way she would tuck me in at night." He started with a half-smile, although it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm surprised, that I haven't even thought about her in a while really." Edward said shaking his head. "She loved to paint, draw. He was very artistic. She loved music as well in fact that's how I learned to play the piano. She would sit with me for hours. She worked as a curator which was why she was often not a home and we spent our days with your family. Despite that, I did enjoy the time I did spend with her.

"Our "death" really took a toll on her. From what I was told, she didn't eat, sleep, go to work, anything. She blamed herself for not being around as much and she basically became a shell of her former self.

She just withered away; gave up, until there was nothing. She died three months later." Edward whispered. I grabbed his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. He offered me my favorite smile.

"Her death, really 'killed" my father. Not only did he lose his kids, but he lost my mother as well. He took up drinking and of course it messed up his liver. For a couple of years we would watch from the side. It hurt to see the pain we cause him and I vowed that I would never cause someone that amount of pain." His voice cracked.

"Alice, Rose, and I like to check on him every once in a while, but we try not to interfere. He seems to be a peace with everything, so we let him live his life." Edward sighed. I laid my head against his shoulder and ran my hand down his arm in what I hoped was a soothing gesture. He wrapped his arms around me and I let out a sigh of content.

"So now you know why I stayed with you, rather than let Alice stay. You mean too much to me and I couldn't "live" with myself knowing that I caused you some type of pain. A pain so vivid and traumatic that it envelops you until there's nothing. Even if it is all for my own selfish purposes." He breathed.

We sat there in silence, when Edward began to hum; a soft soothing tune that slowed my racing heart. I felt my eyelids began to drift close. For a moment, I forgot about my worries; my family, school, the fact that there were vampires out to get me. For that moment, we were just us, without any care in the world.

Boy was I wrong.

….

I woke up disoriented and alone in bed. I must have really fallen asleep. The once bright room was now dark, the light coming from the full moon that peered behind the curtains. My shoes were pulled off and I was gently bundled against Edward's pillow and comforter, his scent still lingering in the air. I was too comfortable to move and lay there contently until I felt the bed dip beside me. I looked up into the warm golden eyes of the man I loved.

"Hey love." Edward whispered. Even in the soft moonlight of the room, his skin seemed to glisten.

"Hi." I mumbled my voice hoarse and thick with sleep. I could only imagine how attractive I looked. I felt my face flush.

"Why are you blushing?" He asked and I wondered how he knew. Then I remembered. Him and his freaky vampire vision.

"Oh just how attractive I must look." I answered staring at the ceiling. I felt Edward move beside me and next thing I knew, I was settled onto his lap, my head in the crook of his neck. I breathed in his soothing scent and began playing with his fingers. I could feel every muscle on his body and could tell that his posture was rigid. Something was wrong.

"Tell me, please?" I whispered into the darkness. I heard him exhale a deep breath, although I knew it wasn't needed.

"Well the wolves handled everything." Edward answered vaguely. "And?" I pushed.

"And everything is just fine, except for the fact that one of the vampires got away. The red-head." Edward answered and I felt my heart began to beat erratically.

"I knew her." I whispered. She used to be my best friend." I replied and felt him nod against my head.

"I know... I could read her thoughts. She doesn't consider you a friend, but she seems to have this intense hatred towards you. She wants you dead." His voice broke off at the end.

"Well at least no one was hurt and everyone will be safe." I tried to joke, but it wasn't funny. Edward looked conflicted and seemed to be trying to find the right words to say. What felt like hours, was just mere minutes when he finally spoke.

"I swear Bella, on my life if I even have one that I won't let her get to you. You're too good for that and you don't deserve it. I couldn't bear the thought if something happened to you. I love you so much Bella, don't ever forget that." Edward said his voice breaking off on the end and I knew if he could, tears would be falling from his eyes. This made the panic in me even worse. I let out a small whimper and he held me tighter against his chest. I let out a shaky breath.

"I know." I answered, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I tried to sober up the tears, but they just kept coming. Soon Edward began humming another soft melancholy tune that seemed to ease a few of my tears. I must have eventually cried myself to sleep because when I woke up, sunlight was peering through the windows and I was alone in bed. Again.

While I should have relished on the fact that Edward wasn't here, I couldn't seem to focus because all I could think about was that I had the intense feeling that something was coming and it wasn't good.