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“What’s funny?” I asked. My voice was rough and betrayed my mood. She didn’t answer and I heard her stomach growled. Oh my…she was hurt, and finally she was hungry too. I felt her face blushed and her heartbeat accelerated. What did it mean? I couldn’t guess.
I waited for her to speak. She laughed again.
“You just can’t escape being human for very long.” I couldn’t understand her mood. She was supposed to be angry…well, she was always surprising me. God, why can’t I read her thoughts?

I couldn’t find the words to apologize, to tell her how sorry I was about last night. There were no words in the whole world to express my feelings. She propped herself up on her elbow so she could see my face. I was staring at the frothy canopy above us, and I couldn’t meet her gaze. I already knew, how much I hurt her – even her face was covered par a bruise on a cheekbone…
“Edward?” Her voice was worried.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“You have to ask?” The words escaped my mouth before I could hold them.
She didn’t answer. Finally I met her gaze. She was figuring out something – I noticed the worried lines on her forehead. My God, her whole arm was covered with dark spots – exact prints of my fingers. Her beautiful lips were swollen. Why can’t I Kiss her without hurting?!
I smoothed the worried lines on her forehead with my finger. I was confused with her behavior – it seemed like she wasn’t aware, what really had happened last night. She was calm, and worried with my bad mood. It was totally different reaction, of what I expected. Her beautiful eyes were full of
“What are toi thinking?” I whispered.
“You’re upset. I don’t understand. Did I… ?” she didn’t finish. What? I’m upset? Is this what she’s worried about?

I tightened my eyes. I couldn’t wait longer for things to progress.
“How badly are toi hurt, Bella? The truth — don’t try to downplay it.”
“Hurt?” she repeated; her voice came out higher than usual, as she was surprised par the question. Bella’s mood was definitely wrong and didn’t match the situation and her present appearance. As I noticed before, the whole her body was covered with the bruises smaller and bigger, some of the just started appearing, and the others were dark. Her necked body was covered with feathers and it helped me a little not to watch the injury I did to her. I wanted her to tell me how bad she felt, so I could do something to make it better. ou maybe I could beg for her apologize.
I raised one eyebrow, waiting for the answer. I felt her body flexing and relaxing, like checking in all the Bones were not broken. Her face with a shadow on a cheekbone
“Why would toi jump to that conclusion? I’ve never been better than I’m now.” Oh, crap! Now she was pretending that everything is good! My God! Will she ever act like she’s supposed to?! I closed my eyes.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop jouer la comédie like I’m not a monster for having agreed to this.”
“Edward. don’t ever say that.” She whispered. ‘Monster’ didn’t even begin to cover it. I couldn’t open my eyes. I felt so horrible about hurting my Bella, I felt so sorry and so disgusted of my strength…But she didn’t want to admit the obvious facts. it seemed, like she didn’t even notice, that she was covered with these painful bruises.
“Look at yourself, Bella. Then tell me I’m not a monster.” Her heartbeat accelerated as she moved quickly to sit up. Bella gasped. I didn’t open my eyes I was afraid of her realization of what I’ve done to her. She shook her head making her scent plus intense.
“Why am I covered in feathers?” she asked, confused. Feathers. It made me angry.
“I bit a pillow. ou two. That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“You… bit a pillow? Why?”

“Look, Bella!” I almost growled. I took her fragile hand—very gingerly—more careful, than I’d touch a bubble, and stretched her arm out.

“Look at that.”
This time she finally seemed to notice, what I was talking about. Her eyes widened and followed the trail of bruises that made up to the shoulder, and then down across her ribs. She a dit nothing. I’d give everything to know what she was thinking. ou maybe not? No, I was rather dreading her words. She pulled her hand free to poke at a discoloration on her left forearm, watching it fade where she touched and then reappear. As lightly as I did before, I placed my hand against the bruises on Bella’s arm, one at a time, matching my long cold fingers to the patterns.
“Oh,” She said.