DISCLAIMER: The characters portrayed within this story were originally created by Stephenie Meyer. I promise there is no copyright infringement intended. For the most part, I'm just borrowing their names. (*This will be the only disclaimer for this story)
A/N: We make our own luck so who says Friday the 13th is unlucky? Considering ya'll get the launch of 12 new drabbles today, I'd say it's a lucky day!
I've got 46 chapters to this bad boy, so I'll do 15 chapters today and tomorrow and 16 on Sunday.
Who's ready to kick this off? Because it's the 13th in some parts of the world (not in Texas but hey, relativity...)
Perching on the edge of the couch, I run through my 'to do' list in my head.
I've cleaned the bathrooms.
Bleached the doorknobs in the house.
Sanitized the phone and my keyboard.
Stripped and washed the bedding.
The kitchen is spotless.
I've cleaned it all…just as I do every day.
Removing my rubber gloves, I walk the fifteen paces to my kitchen where I throw them away.
I need help.
I know this…that's half the battle isn't it?
Emmett's voice creeps into my head.
"You should call an escort service, Edward. Order up any type of girl you like. You'll call the shots on how close she gets…or not. But for fuck's sake…you need somebody. You can't keep yourself locked in that house."
A/N: Would love your thoughts...would love it even more if you make sure to check out the other 11 drabbles as well! It's a big fandom, I know there's plenty of love to go around!