Pathetic Life

Edward's pov

She is going to see…

“What are you going to do, Edward?” My brother asked.

Who does she think she is to say no to me?

She is going to regret doing that...

I got my car keys and went out without saying a word. I will make her swallow her words.

It was a two hour ride and I finally found her house. A Pacific village near Davisville. Quite decent…

Her house was pretty well decorated. Her garden, a masterpiece, like a picture taken directly from a royal garden. Simple yet eccentric.

I opened her door and met a whole new world. Pastel colors everywhere, but not messy. Subtle yet full of personality. A personality I can't really understand.

Everything was organized, clean. The colour palette was used in a way I've never seen before. She designed this.

There was a monotonous piano song playing in the background that was getting louder and even more monotonous as I was walking around searching for the source.

There she was, different from what I saw when we first met... I mean, I met her. Her curly dark hair tied into a messy bun, her clothes bigger than her frame, covered with paint. What is she doing?

I kept waking till I could see. She was in the solarium, painting... something. I have no idea of what that is supposed to mean!

“This is a mess.” She said.

“Can't disagree.” It escaped my mouth, scaring the hell out of her. She turned startled looking at me as if I was some ghost. Does she recognize me?

She stared at me for a few seconds, blank with confusion and asked, “Who are you?” That's enough to answer my question.

“A person you shouldn't have said no to.”

She seemed lost for a decent amount of seconds before reality hit her. “You must be Sarah's father…” She closed her eyes and searched for something in her subconscient. “... Edward.”

“I have no time for this. Sign the papers.” I ordered.

“I already said no.” She turned and stowed her painting kit before turning back to me. “I believe Mr Wilson told you. I'm sorry, but I can't help you.” She stated, determined.

“It wasn't a question.” I said, “ Sign.”

She narrowed her eyes, “You can't make me. I owe you nothing. It is wrong that you are here in the first place. Couldn't you knock? Please, have some respect and get out of my house or I'll call the police.”

“Go ahead.” She scanned me, looking for a hint of logic in this situation. I'm unreadable. She is just wasting time. “I don't have all day, Bella.”

“I… I already have a job.” Liar. You can have a lot of qualities, but lying is not one of them.

“You are such a bad liar. You have nothing but a pathetic life. This life of yours means nothing. In this world we live there is a huge difference between me and you. Whatever you think you have, I can take from you. I can take everything from you. Now, don't test my patience and SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS.”

She jolted hearing my words. Signing a contract to become a nanny seemed extremely painful for her.

Nonsense.

With a lot of pain she signed the contract. She gave me the papers and said in a low voice,

“You got what you wanted. Now leave…”

I took them and saw that there, near her signature, the paper was wet. Tears. Why is she crying? It's not a big deal.

I left without saying a word. But there was something wrong. What is this? Why do I feel this heavy? What did I do wrong?

*****

Bella's pov

“This is a mess.” I admitted to the universe.

“Can't disagree.” A deep man's voice filled the room, scaring the hell out of me. I turned and found out I wasn't alone. There was a man I've never seen before.

Am I still hallucinating?

But I don't know this man.

“Who are you?” I asked, still afraid of the possibility of being imaging things.

“A person you shouldn't have said no to.” Wait, who are you? I said no to you? I don't know you.

The only person I said no to was Mr Wilson... wait. I paused and scanned carefully.

This work style, deep black suit matching the color of his thick black hair. Expensive. But not screaming.

I've seen this before. Where? Mr Wilson.

My eyes went to his face, his eyes. Blue eyes, baby blue eyes. His brother.

“You must be Sarah's father…” I closed my eyes and searched deep in my subconscient. “ ... Edward.” Yes, that was his name. It was written on the contract. My memory has never failed me.

“I have no time for this. Sign the papers.” He ordered, convinced that he exerted some power over me.

“I already said no.”

“It wasn't a question. Sign.” He said. His voice was deep and cold. His eyes, void of emotions. Different from his brother. No smile, just this dark aura. How is this man supposed to be Sarah's father?

“You can't make me. I owe you nothing. It is wrong that you are here in the first place. Couldn't you knock? Please, have some respect and get out of my house or I'll call the police.” I stated confidently, but his response wasn't nothing I was waiting,

“Go ahead.” What?

I scanned him trying to understand. I can't get it. What is wrong with him?

“I don't have all day, Bella.”

“I… I already have a job." I tried to reason. I can't do it. I can't leave.

“You are such a bad liar. You have nothing but a pathetic life. This life of yours means nothing. In this world we live there is a huge difference between me and you. Whatever you think you have, I can take from you. I can take everything from you. Now, don't test my patience and SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS.” He shouted, making me jolt at his words.

Pathetic life. You don't need to rub it on my face.

This is why I don't want to go. You don't know me, but still, you judge me. You hurt me. I hate you.

What is it to take from me? I already lost everything.

I took the papers and a pen and signed my name. The tears I was holding made their way on my cheeks until finally reached the papers.

I gave him the papers and said in an almost whisper,

“You got what you wanted. Now leave…”

Without a word, He took them and left.

I looked around. Silence. Is this it? Is my life… pathetic?

I closed my eyes and tried to deny the reality.

The smell of something burning was what took me back to the world I was trying so hard to escape—the would I've been trying to escape since that day.

I went to the kitchen and turned off the oven. My marinara was burned. Just like me, inside out. My life, a mess.

How did this happen? When did everything go wrong?

So stupid, so pathetic.

I went back to the solarium. The song was still playing. Monotonous.

I hate this. This feeling, this sensation. What do I do now? Do I stay? Do I run?