I turned on the ice-cold water and stuck my feet under it, gasping at the temperature. My toenails were shot to Hell, bloody and bandaged from all the trauma. I’d have to try and wrap them better.
I winced as I reached down and started massaging my feet.
“Bella?”
I panicked and tried to pull my damaged feet out of plain sight.
“What the hell did you do to your feet?” Edward was suddenly beside me, his hair sticking out in all directions. He bent down and brushed my pajama pants back, uncovering my feet. “Jesus…”
“They’re fine.”
“They’re not fine. What the fuck are you doing that’s causing this?” He glared up at me, almost like he was genuinely pissed.
“It’s none of your business.”
“None of my business? You’re hurting yourself Bella.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what’s it like? Tell me.” He ran his fingers gently across my feet, tenderly caressing the skin.
“I thought you all left,” I said, chewing anxiously on my lip.
“They were going too fucking early for me. I wanted to sleep a little more. I’m meeting up with them.”
I stood up and tried to avoid letting the pain show in my face.
“What’d you do, tell Alice you were going to the museum again to get out of it?” He asked.
“So what if I did?”
“You know all this lying is going to blow up in your face eventually.”
“Why do you care?” I spun around. “Why does any of this matter to you?” He was starting to piss me off with his interrogation. I didn’t owe him anything. I barely knew him.
“No fucking clue.” He walked back in the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the shower start and I went back into my room, not bothering to close the door.
I winced as I reached down and started massaging my feet.
“Bella?”
I panicked and tried to pull my damaged feet out of plain sight.
“What the hell did you do to your feet?” Edward was suddenly beside me, his hair sticking out in all directions. He bent down and brushed my pajama pants back, uncovering my feet. “Jesus…”
“They’re fine.”
“They’re not fine. What the fuck are you doing that’s causing this?” He glared up at me, almost like he was genuinely pissed.
“It’s none of your business.”
“None of my business? You’re hurting yourself Bella.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what’s it like? Tell me.” He ran his fingers gently across my feet, tenderly caressing the skin.
“I thought you all left,” I said, chewing anxiously on my lip.
“They were going too fucking early for me. I wanted to sleep a little more. I’m meeting up with them.”
I stood up and tried to avoid letting the pain show in my face.
“What’d you do, tell Alice you were going to the museum again to get out of it?” He asked.
“So what if I did?”
“You know all this lying is going to blow up in your face eventually.”
“Why do you care?” I spun around. “Why does any of this matter to you?” He was starting to piss me off with his interrogation. I didn’t owe him anything. I barely knew him.
“No fucking clue.” He walked back in the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the shower start and I went back into my room, not bothering to close the door.
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