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Twisted Love

Chapter 2: Edward

" Eddy!" That was the first thing I heard when I walked through the door. I had just gotten home from work. I work at Wholesale and Equipment. I am a mechanic, I work on cars and

forklifts. My family needs the extra money, my mom works at the local dinner in town. So I help pay the bills. I hated moving here. I miss my home town of Everclear, but we had to move

after my mom killed my dad. She made it look like he had committed suicide by shotting himself in the heart. She said she had to do it. He was getting to controlling over everything, when

I knew in my heart that was not the truth. My moms mental state changed after her mom died. So she turned on my dad, and killed him. We use to live on a farm on the outskirts of

Everclear, my mom would take care of Rose. She was the old lady that owned the farm. Then everything changed when she killed him. We had to get up and leave. We moved down

south to a town called Forkworths.

"Eddy!" my mom called again.

"yes mom?" I said as calm as I could.

" you know what? Everyday you come home late, you talk to me with a sweet attitude, just like your dad did. Everyday you remind me more and more of him. And I hate it!" She said this

while waving a big sharp knife in my face. I slowly backed up.

" im sorry mom, it wont happen again."my mom only acts like this when she drinks, she rarely drinks, so it scares me that she might actually do something. With that thought, I turned

away and walked to my bedroom, I threw my bag on my unmade bed and walked back out. I paced down the hallway towards my brothers room. Jasper, who is 14, was sitting on his

bed doing his homework. Emmet was playing with his cars that I bought him for his birthday a couple weeks ago. He just turned 10. My mom didn't buy him one thing, I bought him

presents. I turned away and traveled back to my room. I shut my door and jumped onto my bed landing on my back.

I could not believe what my life has become since my dad died. My mom has become completely crazy, and I have to be the dad to my younger brothers. Who am I supposed to turn to

when I need advice? Who do I turn to when I feel like im lost? No one. I sat up and walked to my window, I opened it with very gentle hands. I crawled through it and I felt the warm

summer air dance across my face. I sat on the bench that was next to my window. I pulled out a cigarette, and I lit it. I watched the smoke twirl and shape into clouds of smoke. It looked

like the smoke was alive, and was embracing the air. Taking it in and moving around in it with out a care in the world. I wish I could do that. Not care about what was going on around

me. I wish I could just float away. Letting the wind take me where ever it wanted to go.

I put my cigarette out and make my way back into my room. I fly across the room and get on my knees in front of my bed. I pull up the blankets that are dragging on the floor, I reach

under my bed and pull out a notebook. I open it up, wow I need to get another new one. This one is almost full again. I flip through the pages and land on one of the end pages. I write

love poems to the only girl that I have ever loved. Isabella

August 19, 2006

oh Isabella, where are you when I need you.

You were the one that breathed life into me.

Your sweet smile, your passionate eyes,

your gentle touch, you are the one that

keeps me alive.

yours forever,

Edward

I fall asleep every night wonder how she is. I love her. I always will. We spent that summer of when I was 13 together. We spent every day together. She knew everything about me.

She made me feel like I was the only person in the world. She made me forget about the world. I miss everything about her. She had strawberry blond hair, which turned a gold color

when the sunlight kissed it. She was petite, with the blue eyes that were the color of the ocean at its deepest depths. You just wanted to melt in them. They had so much love and trust

in them. She was very pale skinned, which I loved. It made her look like a porcelain doll that was very fragile. I was scared to touch her, because I was scared she would fly away. She

was an angel. But thats where my mom ruined it. She killed my dad August 12, 2002. That night we left town. I left a note for Isabella. I let her know that I would miss her, and I would

never forget about her. When I left, she kept my heart with her.

Every night I fall asleep thinking about her, and prayed to God that one day I will meet her face to face again. She was the only thing that has been keeping me alive, besides my

brothers. She was everything to me. I suddenly noticed that tomorrow was my first day of my senior year at Capatolia High. I sighed and rolled over. Her face was imprinted in my soul. It

always will be.


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