Chapter 2
I stared across the kitchen table at my twin brother as he wolfed down a plate of chicken and rice. He told me of his 'adventures' inside prison, the friend he'd made and the enemies he'd been beaten up by. I cringed at the last one. Peter saw my reaction and sighed. "I'm fine sis, just a few bumps and scrapes. Nothing we haven't dealt with before huh?"
He was referring to before the 'accident' when we were young and hated everyone. If anyone came even close to me, Peter would be there, warning them off with glares and threats. I was safe and I was content, but then it all went wrong. It all went so wrong! Peter went too far and now he's messed his life up for good. Oh, Jessica's gonna have a FIELD day with this when she finds out! I shuddered, just thinking about the stares we would get, the gossip.
"Cold?" Peter said through a mouthful of rice.
I shrugged. "Something like that."
He nodded once and went back to inhaling the food I made him, leaving me to my thoughts.
"When's dad home?" Peter enquired. We were both curled up on my bed, under the quilt, enjoying each others company. I had known that sooner or later Charlie would have to face the fact that Peter was out of prison and in my life. Peter knew Charlie hated him and he knew Charlie would rather die than let people know his son was in prison, so Charlie said nothing. He told everyone I was his only child and made me go long with it. Peter knew this and he couldn't care less. He and Charlie had never seen eye to eye before the accident either. Charlie and I were on much better terms but I still hated him. For what he put Peter through, for what he will continue to put Peter through until he died. I don't understand why Charlie couldn't just accept the fact that we had screwed up and gotten over it. We had, mom had, hell the victims FAMILY had! But Charlie couldn't. He was too proud, too up tight, too "big for his boots" our mom would say. I agreed.
"I don't know and I don't care." I muttered. "You know what will happen when he finds you here."
Peter nodded and kissed my forehead. "Yeah, I know but it doesn't matter. I have you back and it's you and me against the world, right?"
It was my turn to nod and I snuggled further into his embrace, trying to ignore the feeling that I had forgotten something, something important, something big.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! I brought my hand down SMASH onto the contraption that dared disrupt my sleep. I cracked open an eye and groaned. Said contraption now has a big dent in it. That was the third alarm clock this month! I HATE mornings. A bump under my quilt chuckled and my day instantly brightened up. The wild messy brown hair of my brother poked out from under the quilt, followed by a pale forehead, chocolate brown eyes, sloping nose, red lips and chiselled jaw. Peter gave me a big grin and sat up. "Morning grumpy!" He yawned.
I grumbled and shoved out of the bed, he landed on my floor with an umph. I giggled and got out of bed as well, joining him on the floor out of my own clumsiness. He full out laughed at that. "Oh Izzy, I missed you!"
I quickly showered then went downstairs to make breakfast. I wore skinny black jeans, a black tank top and had my old black leather jacket ready for riding to school.
I had kept my motor bike but left it with the Cullens so Charlie wouldn't see. Alice will have a vision that I want it so she'll – oh crap the Cullens! They didn't know about Peter. Edward will be so confused. Aw well, the baby can look after himself today. If he doesn't like who I am with my brother he can go stuff it. I will always put my brother before anyone else.
