Edward the Sugar Queen
Chapter 2- Loving Chief Swan
At the Cullen Institution, Nurse Esme was tucking Edward into bed.
"There you go dear," she said, tucking the blanket firmly around him- so tightly he couldn't escape.
"I can't sleep without a kiss," Edward said plaintively, his thumb in his mouth. Nurse Esme smiled indulgingly and pecked him on the cheek.
"And I need a story from Mr Flipsy too," he complained. At this, Nurse Esme put her hands on her hips.
"Edward darling- we shouldn't encourage Alice-" she begun. But Alice had heard, and a moment later she drifted through the doorway. She was wearing a red and white chequered gingham dress and army boots. On her hand was an orange puppet.
"Mr Flipsy says you were talking about him," she said manically, her eyes darting round in a show of demented behaviour. Then she looked to the puppet, and listened intently. "Mr Flipsy says I must kill you all now." From her gingham dress she drew a kitchen knife.
"Alice poppet, put that down," Nurse Esme said wearily. Alice approached on them, brandishing her knife.
"Yes Mr Flipsy, yes," she mumbled, saliva sliding down the side of her face.
However, from behind her Dr Carlisle appeared, and swiftly he whipped he knife out of her hand.
"Now Alice, what have I told you about attempted murder? It isn't nice." He waggled his finger at her chastisingly, smiling, like a father who has just caught his child stealing cookies.
"But Mr Flipsy told me-"
"Would Mr Flipsy like a chocolate biscuit in my office?"
She turned to the puppet for approval.
"He says yes if I can have one too."
Dr Carlisle chuckled, taking her shoulders and leading her out of the room.
"Are you ready to go to sleep nowEdward?" Nurse Esme said sweetly once they were gone.
"I can never sleep Miss Esme," said Edward, with wide childish eyes. "I need sugar to sleep. Can I have my sugar?"
"No, no," she said gently. "You won't get to sleep if you're filled with that."
At this, Edward began to bawl.
"I want my sherbet!" he wailed.
"Oh, calm down," she begged, hushing him. "You can have just a little." She snapped open her handbag and pulled out Edward's Smarties. She passed them to him, and he downed the packet in one.
"Will you be able to sleep now?" she asked tiredly.
"Yes!" he chirped, beaming.
"Okay then. Goodnight dear." She kissed him and turned out the light. The moment the door clicked shut, he leapt out of bed and crept to the bathroom. Stealthily, he prised open the toilet cistern. Floating inside the water were several plastic tubes of sherbet. Written on the sides were the words; ONLY TO BE USED IN EMERGENCY
He plucked one out of the water and brought it to the sideboard, tapping the sherbet out in lines. Then, he drew a straw from his Barney and Friends pyjamas, and began snorting the lines of white powder up his nostrils.
"Oh yeah," he mumbled to himself, his pupils whizzing round in his eye sockets. "Yeah, that's some good shit."
As he snorted the sherbet, he began to regain his usual red-rimmed twitchiness; he was now completely buzzing. He vibrated on his feet, moving back to the cistern to dispose of the evidence like an electric massage machine.
"Time to go see Honey Bear," he vibrated, and with that, he threw himself out the bathroom window.
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Bella was up late that night. She sat at her desk, her table lamp on, papers strewn out in front of her. There was one large A2 piece of paper, which looked strangely like the blueprints to the Cullen Institution. Another document was headed; EVIL PLAN TO GET EDWARD'S LOVE
"Must make Edward love me. Must make him love me," she mumbled to herself deliriously.
Just then, she heard a large bump from the landing. Her head snapped up, and she spun round in her seat. A burglar? she thought anxiously.
Picking up a flexi ruler and wielding it defensively, she crept out of her room onto the landing. Someone, hidden in the shadows, slipped into her father's room.
"Charlie," she murmured, her eyes wide.
She held the bendy ruler higher, inching towards his door.
Quietly, she pushed it open, and light fell upon the scene inside. Her father was sleeping peacefully in his bed, his chest rising and falling softly. Edward was kneeling by his head, watching him lovingly, like a mother. His crazed eyes were tender, and he ran his fingers through Charlie's soft hair.
Bella watched with her mouth hanging half open, her ruler wilting, and flopping forward.
How… can I compete with that? She thought to herself desperately. She ran from the room, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Edward did not notice her. Instead, he watched Charlie sleep, and leant down, gently, to press his lips upon his.
"I love you," he whispered.
TO BE CONTINUED
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The rest of the kids at the Cullen instititution will be introduced in the following chapters. Let me know if there's someone you'd like to see first.