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    Voice of an Angel

     

    Chapter 1:

    Surprise

     

                My eyelids tried to open; this meant it must have been morning. For some odd reason, it felt like someone was pushing them gently closed, like I had no eyelid muscles. This is how I started every day. I hated getting up in the morning, for I enjoyed sleeping far too much. It was a peaceful time for me. Of course, my eyes darted open when I heard his velvet voice.

                “Hey sleepyhead”

                I opened my eyes to find my angel sitting in my old rocking chair next to my bed. I truly believe that Edward is an angel sent to look after me. (Though he thinks he is the exact opposite) if he really isn’t my angel… well, he’s doing a darn good job of it anyway.

                “Are you going to come sit with me, or do I have to walk all the way over there?” He flashed me a dazzling crooked smile, and I melted in his topaz gaze- a serious weakness of mine. I threw my feet across my bed and onto the floor, rubbed my eyes, and advanced toward my angel.

                Of course all that did was get my leg caught in my blanket… and before I knew it I tripped. I bet you I would have fallen on my face and suffered a good nose bleed had Edward not saved me… again. He gently scooped me up and pressed his cold lips against my forehead that was already tinted a rosy shade of red. He adored this a lot. Sometimes it was annoying to humor him. I scowled pathetically.

                “What?” He asked in that voice that reminded me of velvet. I could hardly breathe let alone answer his question.

                “You saved me- again” I whined. “I was going to fall a whole two feet. A couple of bumps and bruises are livable.” He frowned.

                “You didn’t exactly get a couple of bumps and bruises when James was after you. I’m just making sure your safe, Bella.” He methodically rocked me back in forth in my ancient rocking chair. He would occasionally squeeze my hand gently, like a mother cradling her baby. 

                “I think I can manage myself.” Edward let out a jubilant laugh. I scowled at him. 

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