“Edward...where are you?” Singing aloud. “C’mon, darling...I’m waiting for your f*****g direction…you cunt…”
I could feel where my feet were to go and as I got angrier, running became easier. So easy, in fact, it made me laugh. I was still laughing breathlessly as I vomited, a result of running too hard.
“f**k you, Edward...” I sputtered quietly as I bent over and spit. “f**k you,” I said with a smile.
Edward didn’t answer, but once again the breaking of sticks behind me did. Again my instinct beckoned me to run, so I did. I ran right to it.
“I swear to God, Edward...when I find you...” I trailed off. Even if he were out here, I doubted very much he’d be afraid of my half-hearted threat. Edward never did fancy poorly thought out ideas. So I did the only thing I could think to do. What
