Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse, Stephanie Meyer does.
Author's note: this is my first fan fiction submission, so let me know what you think!
Edward pulled into Charlie's driveway, leaning over to peck me on the cheek, accelerating my heart, as usual. He opened his lips only to whisper, "See you in a few seconds." Looking back at the place where the Silver Volvo just was (Edward had a habit of being quick on wheels) I hurried inside through the major, yet common downpour, kicking off my wet sneakers and greeting my prison guard.
"Hey Charlie," I smiled, glancing at the time on our much used microwave, "Oh, look, I'm on time!"
"Hey Bells," Charlie looked up from his football game, remote control in hand, "By the way, a few days of timeliness and good manners are not going to un-ground you from disappearing for three days."
I grumbled, heading for the stairs, Charlie consumed in the game already. "I'm turning in early, see you in the morning."
I brushed up the stairs, combing my fingers through my hair in a pointless attempt to come close to looking as good as a Cullen, especially Edward, could. I popped open my door, trying to jump into the room dramatically, but the sleeve of my jacket caught on the doorknob, and I stumbled to the side and tripped.
"Head over heels in love, are you, Bella," Edward said, fluffing my pillows as I put down my jacket. Fluffing my pillows? Oh, that's Edward for you. He tossed one at me, grinning and asked if it was fluffy enough for me. A vampire, concerned about the fluffing quality of my pillows. I threw it at him, provoking a childish pillow fight. His pillow came crashing down on my back, and we both laughed, the cherubic noise filtering through his pink lips. Lying down, side by side, hand in hand, on my blue comforter, we caught our breath, my cheeks rosy with delight. I jumped when I heard Charlie moving around, "Edward, hide, hide!" Edward tapped his head, reminding me of his superhuman capabilities, "Oh, re-lax, Bella, he's probably just getting a cookie from the cabinet. He's focused on the game, cursing in his head. I guess he really wants the home team to win."
A familiar ring tone filled the air, and Edward groaned as he flipped open his phone. He sat straight up in my bed, worry creasing his forehead. He put his hand over mine, sensing my tension. He talked in his speed-talking fashion, randomly pausing to gasp, growl, or hold his head in his hands. I couldn't understand the conversation at all. But just the fact that he was getting a phone call scared me. He only got calls when Alice saw something…bad. My heart leaped in my chest. Edward hung up, casually. "So…" I looked at him, knowing he wouldn't tell me a single detail, "who was that?" He stared at me, "it was nothing." Of course, nothing…as usual. Distracting me, he slapped me with a pillow, smiling, but pre-occupied.
I flopped my arm over, grapping my pillow, and tossing it through the air. I missed Edward this time. It hit the wall, and a loud crash followed. Edward stood up, eyeing me, "Clumsy…"
"Hey, you aren't any easy target lying down!" I looked over, but Edward was gone immediately. My closet started whispering, "Charlie's coming, cursing in his head again, but about something different now!" I snickered.
I peeked in the closet, pecking Edward on the lips and grabbing a magazine from the floor, tingling at the contact of his skin on mine. I shut the door, threw the magazine on my bed, open, and put a surprised look on my face. Charlie walked through the door, a broom in his hand. "From the sound of it, I suspected broken glass," he said, accurate, as I looked down at the broken picture frame. He handed me the broom, obviously not wanting to clean up for me, and left, laughing. I started sweeping up the pieces of the frame that held a picture of Forks about a hundred years ago. Edward emerged and I pointed to the picture, "I don't think he'll miss this one in particular," relieved that it wasn't of him graduating college or something special like that. Edward held out his hand, "Surrender the broom," but I continued to sweep. I kicked the pillow to the side and I flinched. Cold sweat rose to my skin and the white pillow case showed red. "Ow, ow, ow," I danced, hopping on one foot. Edward tensed and backed away, I was dizzy enough by the sight of the blood, now, I was putting Edward through this too. He shook, and clenched his fists, something I had never seen him do at the sight of my blood. I looked at him in horror, but mainly disbelief, as he lunged at me. In a serious, terrified voice, I whisper-screamed, "Edward, Edward, leave if you need to! Please, don't…" I trailed off, think about my next words carefully, tears behind my eyes, "please, don't hurt me." And there it was, tears, a constricting chest, everything. I had never expected this to happen. Ever, Ever, Ever. This was worst than my worst nightmares. His eyes still flickered gold, and I jumped when he opened his mouth. Suddenly, he whirled around, as if he had been tapped on the shoulder. He was sniffing the air, panicky. "Edward, explain yourself- now!" He put me in a corner; his back to me, he arms spread wide, growls rising in his throat. My blood oozed onto my floor, but Edward disregarded it as it worked its way to his own foot. Startled, I jumped at a noise. Edward's cell-phone rang again. So, this was bigger than I thought.