I Hate Twilight – 18

EDWARD’S POV

I loved the kisses we shared in the car, and I was ecstatic that Phoebe was finally accepting me. But now that ‘woman’ was trying to take my angel away from me. No, I couldn’t have that. No one was going to take her away from me.
I entered my mate’s house with my arm protectively around her. She walked around stuffing items into a bag, not knowing that the blob in the car was trying to separate us. I wasn’t having any of it, so I walked up to my Phoebe, turning her around.
“I love you, and nothing is going to take you away from me,” I said, looking into my love’s eyes.
I knocked her out and picked her up bridle style. I ran as fast I could away from that woman, away from Forks. But mostly away from the people who would try to take what’s mine away from me.
I stopped in Finland at a gothic hotel. Entering the hotel, I met a few weird looks but after I explained that my wife was asleep, they all turned back to what they were doing.
I tried my hardest to ignore all the rude and snide comments that were aimed at my love as I walked to the reception. I placed my love gently on the seat beside the front desk as I paid for our room, then picked her up again. A boy around the age of seventeen came over and picked up Phoebe’s bag, while giving her a dazed look.
“I’d like to get to my room now,” I said rudely, not liking the way that human was looking at what is mine. He snapped out of his daze blushing, and walked up the stairs. He kept looking back until we reached the room. My anger was starting to get the better of me, as I heard the thoughts of this stupid boy.
“Well, have a good stay,” he said, looking at my wife to be. He looked down as confusion filled his face, but I just opened the door and slammed it in his face.
Walking into the bedroom, I lay her down on the bed. I laid next to her, pulling her into my arms. I sighed in content as I pulled her closer to me, taking in her intoxicating scent. My mind drifted as I wondered what I was going to do next. I knew that there was a possibility that she would hate me for knocking her out, but I just couldn’t lose her. I got odd the bed and started to paced back and forth, thinking.
I want to marry her and have children with her. I want to change her, but the problem is that she might not want that, and I don’t have it in me to force her to. A soft thud snapped my out of my thoughts. Wondering what it was, I looked over at the bed to find my angel on the floor tangled in the blanket.
I ran over to help her but she just pushed me away, giving me a burning glare that broke my heart. I slowly held out my hand to help her up, but she just ignored it, standing up herself.
“Phoebe, please,” I implored in pain.

PHOEBE’S POV

“Phoebe, please.” His pained voice filled my ears, breaking my heart a little. I looked to the floor not wanting that stupid crush to come back, but alas, it did. I sighed and stepped towards him, slowly and hesitantly wrapping my arms around him.
“I’m so sorry about what I did, but I couldn’t let that thing take you away from me. I couldn’t let that happen. I love you, Phoebe. I love you so much,” he whispered into my ear, making my insides melt.
He buried his face in my hair, inhaling. His voice sounded like he would have been crying if he could; I could hear dry sobs escape from his shaking form. I’d never seen this side of him.
Did I really mean that much to him?