Twisted Twilight

BPOV


How dare he? I thought as I paced my bedroom, rage filling my body as I checked the clock for the umpteenth time. Twenty minutes late. Of all days, he decides today he needs to stand me up? After following me around like a lapdog for weeks, reminding me time and time again that i was "his". After insisting that he escort me today. Professing he loved me above all things? What possible reason could he have to neglect to pick me up for my mother's art show premiere?


The knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie, and I rushed to the door, preparing mentally to give him hell. My plans evaporated as I realized it was not Edward knocking, but Mik, looking incredibly anxious. "Isabella," he blurted out, nodding his head in a bow, his brows furrowed in concentration. It always amazed me how polite and elequant The Cullens and their kin were; Mik was always beyond respectful. "I have to talk to you. Can i come in?"


"I don't have much time Mik, Edward should be here any minute. My mother is having an art show today in Seattle this afternoon, and i am afraid we are already late." I peeked out the door to see if his car was in fron of the house yet. No such luck.


"Yeah, well." he paused, stretching the musles in his neck before continuing. "about that. That is what i wanted to talk to you about. Edward. See... well..." he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, releasing the breath in a whoosh. "Edward isn't coming." he glances at me expectantly, awaiting my reaction anxiously.


My mouth dropped open in shock. He wasn't coming? To one of my mother's shining moments? "What?" I asked dumbfounded, half dazed from the blow that simple sentence caused with me. "How.Could. He?"


"Listen Bella." he said, startling me. I was always Isabella to him, more respectful, he would always say. his using my nickname now grabbed my attention. He reached out to touch my shoulder, looking into me eyes with his flashing green ones. "there is something that... well... i need to tell you. About Edward. About us."


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Are we on the edge of our seats yet?