A terrorizing scream filled my ears just as I came out of the scorching sun of a beautiful dry Phoenix day, into my bungalow. And of course it had to be coming directly from my bedroom. I shut the door and frantically ran, as the bawling continued; my expression was as if someone was chocking me. I reached my door and in the corner was Phil, twisting, twitching, yelling, and his piercing stare was almost deathly. Inside I was panicking but outside was portraying shock and calmness. I tried to yell out to Renee but my voice wouldn't work. My stepfather had just let one more blood curdling scream... and Renee was sobbing by my side. Her usually happy stained face was pinched and rosy. I'd caught her before she was falling to the ground. All I could manage to force out of my aching voice box was words of comfort. Renee had just lost the love of her life.
A smell of rust and salt started to turn my stomach so I covered my nose carefully, and without dropping now fainted Renee. I glanced at the pale neck of Phil and realized the gushing blood that was spilling out ... Was there life still in him that gave him a chance? I quickly rested Renee on my bed and tried to remember first aid for a ... well a seizure? But before I even got to the body, in a matter of seconds, a glowing flash broke through my window, snatched up the body and somehow gracefully jumped back out into the now clouded humid day. Not having a clue what to think. I blanked my head and absently called the ambulance.
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3 days later Renee wakes up.
"NOO PHIL!" she screamed sitting up in that ever sort of rampage she could manage in a hospital bed.
Guessing that my eyes looked blank with any particular emotion I replied " I'm sorry mom he's dead. They found a wrench where he dropped down and suspect he had been electrocuted while trying to fix my television. Apparently he clipped a wrong wire."
"D-d-dead-d?" she barely chocked out.
I could feel a lump of tears in my throat like a golf ball but I wouldn't break down like this in front of her. She needed me to stay strong and let her do the sobbing. I would be the shoulder she leaned on. For as long as my weak soul could handle. "Yes.. I'm beyond sorry,"
" Oh Edward!" She cried throwing her arms over me.
We lay like that for what seemed like days. Never speaking to try and comfort each other. Just silence, other than her sniffles and chocking sobs.
My gruff voice was mumbling, I hated being the one to break the time that lasted quiet. It was better than explaining, or answering things but we had to do something. Life wasn't over for us. " What are we going to do ?"
Renee's energy slowly came back from its long journey out to sea as she sat up and scraped her sweat combed bangs from her wrinkled forehead. " Edward, I loved him very much, I need to go to his family and hold a memorial service of some sort."
My body stiffened and she knew it. I couldn't stand anything that wasn't explainable and sad. Otherwise a definition of funerals. " Yes you should do that. Mom you know I won't be able to handle that. And what about school?"
She nodded in upstanding. She wouldn't be in the mood for stating her opinion for a while.
" Okay I will. Phil's family were always so nice to me anyway. They'll help me through this. But what will you do ?"
The first image into my mind as soon as that question processed in my brain was Jasper. One of my four adopted siblings who stayed with Charlie, my biological father, in Forks Washington.
" I could take a use a visit to my long lost other half." I suggested a little too enthuastically.
" Right ; Okay we'll book your flight for Monday, but I'm not sure when I'll be able to come back here, so be prepared to pay a long visit." She replied.
" Thanks." I passionately told her.
Three days later I was on a plane blasting my music too block out as much as possible. I tried to think of seeing Jasper again. When we were in our teens he always had this weird way of sending out vibes of happiness to cheer me up anytime.
Hold on Forks. Here I come.
