Wow, almost four weeks since the last update. I don’t think I’ve gone this long between chapters since I started writing. (Happy 1st birthday to Running for Home this month, too. Go read it.)
Sorry for the delay, but
shit real life happens. Oh, and of course real life has to happen during the most difficult portion of the story to write. Hopefully the next update will arrive in a timely matter.
Enjoy chapter 14. Please let me know what you think!
The house was dark when they returned home. To Bella, it seemed no one was there. Edward knew better. He approached the door slowly, unsure of the mood inside. He kept Bella tucked safely under his arm.
The walk to the car and drive home had been spent mostly in silence. Other than pointing out treacherous objects along the path—fallen branches, rocks, holes—Edward didn’t try to initiate any conversation. The silence wasn’t awkward, though. There just wasn’t anything left to say.
But now, as Edward paused before the door, Bella felt the need to reach out.
“Is he going to hurt me?”