My Name is Edward
The little girl had just moved into her new apartment with her mom. Her parents had split apart a long time ago...she doesn't see her dad much anymore. Her curious nature had sent her up and down the staircase of the building and looking around hallways. Watching people go by, her big brown eyes peering at everything new. She rather liked her new surroundings. It would be a nice place to play, she thought.
She eventually made her way upstairs back to her room. As she was about to open the door, she saw a little boy. He looked about her age, so she walked over to him.
"Hey," She spoke tentatively. The boy turned to her. He was startled by her presence and flinched at her voice.
"Hey." He said quietly. He turned his head back to the wall he was looking at. She looked at him. He had a pretty weird hair color. But she liked it. He had pretty green eyes that were shiny like her red shoes that she was wearing. He had a bruise on his arm.
"Why are you out here?" She asked him, sitting down beside him.
"My parents didn't want me in the house. So I sit out here when they tell me to." He said, just as quietly.
"What's your name? Where do you live?" She questioned the boy again.
"My name is Edward, I live on the second floor. Upstairs from you." He answered.
"I'm Bella," The girl said, pushing her hand out to the boy, "I live right here," She pointed at the door.
Edward nodded.
It was a long silence as both of them stared at the wall, Bella started to clack her heels together.
"So, does that make us friends?" She spoke.
"Yah. I'd like a friend." Edward responded in a louder voice.
"Good," Bella said.
"Bella!" Her mom called her.
"Oh, sorry, Edward. My mommy wants me back. Will you be here tomorrow?"
"Probably." He told her.
"Okay. I'll come out to play tomorrow." She promised. She'd always promise Edward.
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"Edward!" I called out into the hallway. I saw his silhouette rise from behind the table in the hallway as he made his way over to me.
"Why are you over there?" I asked him.
"My dad is looking for me." He answered simply.
"Oh...you could come and stay inside my house if you want." I offered to him. I didn't want his dad to find him again.
"You know that will only make it worse. Piss him off more. Plus he'd know where I was. Look." He pointed to a gash in his side. Edward's dad was an abusive father.
"Broke Mom's picture of her sister. She wasn't exactly gonna say anything...but I could tell she was upset. She hasn't seen her in years, you know."
Six years Edward and I have known each other. We were happy about turning thirteen too. It made us official teenagers. We felt pretty good.
"My mom heard something yesterday. Some kind of troublesome kind of fight..."
Edward sighed. "Don't ask me what it was. It was pretty brutal. Don't really want to talk about it."
He went over to stare at the wall. Just like when we first met. I sat down next to him.
"C'mon." I persuaded. This had reminded me of the first time that he told me he was abused.
"Why do you have all these marks?" the girl asked the boy. They sat at their usual place facing the wall infront of her door.
"Cause I'm clumsy...I walked into the door again..." He said, quietly, just as he usually did.
"You say that all the time. You can't walk into the door and get these horrible bruises time after time."
"It's not your business anyway, Bella."
"It is my business. I'm your best friend for Pete's sake! I deserve to know what's happening to you."
"Fine!" He shouted, at the girl, and she was shocked by his outburst. "My dad, he hurts me okay?! He hurts me and my mom."
She gasped. Tears slipped down her cheeks for her friend. Such a cruel fate for a child...
"Your only hit until you cry....you don't ask questions and you don't argue anymore..." He whispered so quietly she almost didn't hear it.
"That's...that's positively horrible! Why don't you go to the police?!" She asked in a hushed voice.
"We've tried. Nothing broken, nothing thrown. Nothing for the police to go on really...plus my dad promises that he'll hurt us worse if we tell...so we just take it. What else can we do?"
"But that's...."
"I know." He finished for her. And she hugged him tightly, and he hugged her back.
"Just like when we first met, huh? Always at this wall. Just you and me."
"Yeah," He smiled. "It'll always be us, right? You'll be with me?"
"Of course," I responded immediately, "forever, right?"
We both smiled and hugged each other. I'd help Edward out of this horrible mess. One way or another.
New story...I seem to have an attatchment to abuse. But this will be more lovey dovey than my first one.
Tell me if you like it.
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