Blind

Chapter 9

Bella P.O.V

It's been two days of driving and I don't know where we're heading. I wake up with my head resting on something warm.

"Are you awake?" I hear Edward's voice. I raise my hand just to feel his chest.

"Am I resting on your shoulder?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Shit! I'm sorry!" I back away and end up hitting my head with I think the window. "Ouch!"

"It's okay!" He laughs. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Where are we?"

"Right now we're going to stop to have breakfast at the hotel Orleans Casino."

"Where?" I'm lost.

"We're in Las Vegas."

"You brought me to Las Vegas!" I laugh.

"Nope. This is just another stop, we just need six more hours of driving."

"Ugh, you want to kill me!" I whine.

"You'll like it."

"We'll see, dude," I laugh. 

He does too.

When the car finally stopped, Edward helped me out.

"Wow! It's hot!" I say.

"Yeah, it's like 110 degrees here, princess," he says. (A/N: I live in Las Vegas trust me the weather gets even worse!)

"Well it is a dessert."

I stretch it feels so nice to finally get to stretch my arms and legs.

"Whoa! It's hot!" I heard Emmett yell. "Bella, this is Rosalie my girlfriend, Rosalie this is Bella."

"Hey!" She hugs me out of nowhere.

"Um, hi." I smile.

"This is Jasper," Alice says.

Jasper grabs my hand and shakes it. I laugh.

"Okay, I'm starving." Emmett says. "How about we go to the French Buffet."

"Lets go." Edward says grabbing my hand. 

We walk under the hot sun until cool air hits me. I can hear game machines, smell smoke and people laughing. We walk I don't know where.

"This sucks," Jasper says.

"What sucks?" I ask.

"There's a huge line!" Emmett whines.

"Excuse me?" A male voice says.

"Yes?" Edward asks.

"Are you in line for the buffet?" He asks.

"Yeah," Emmett says.

"Is she blind?" He asks.

Edward growls.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. My daughter has a blind son. I was asking because is not fair that you guys have to wait in this long line. Even her. Go ahead take my wife's and my place."

"Oh, no Sir." I say.

"Sweetheart," he takes my hand in his ashy hands, "it'll be my honor if you take my place."

"Not out of pity." I reply.

"It's not pity, precious, is respect."

I sigh.