I own nothing except a few characters that aren't Edward

The clock had just struck midnight. It was time for me to move. I had to get my stuff from Ashley's without anyone noticing me, and this time of night was perfect. I explained to Edward the situation and that I would come back before sunrise. I ran out the door and through the front yard, but before squeezing through the gate I turned around and looked at the window. "I'll be back." I whispered, and then I left. It was much easier running down the mountain than up. This time I wasn't sweating to death.

I looked at the neighborhood and saw that only a few lights were still on. "Seriously." I thought to myself. But luckily I had a back up plan. When I was walking here yesterday, I had seen a twenty-four open market at least twenty minutes from here. Ten if I ran. As I arrived at the store the only people outside the store were a bunch of teens in a smoking circle. I paid them no mind and luckily they gave me the same treatment as I walked into the store. I looked around to see what Edward might like. I still couldn't believe He lives off of cookies. I walked up and down each aisle just grabbing things. I grabbed some fruits, soups, crackers, lunchmeats, bread, cereal, and finally some other desserts. I looked at the cakes and ice creams mostly. It was hard to decide, but I opted for a German chocolate cake, some Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream and some other things. I paid for all of it and jet over to the neighborhood. This time, all lights were off. I silently made my way to Ashley's house and grabbed my stuff.

The trip back up the mountain was relatively easier than last time. How ever the challenge was getting all the bags through the gate. I put everything down, and pushed with all I had in me. The gate screeched open and I saw Edward at the window again. I smiled as I carried the bags in. He met me at the bottom of the stairs. "What's all that?" He asked.

"Some lights were still on when I went down. So I decided to do a little shopping." I explained, putting down the shopping bags. "Which reminds me I got to put some of these away."

He nodded and gestured me to follow him. I carried the bags into a kitchen that seemed to belong in a house in the 19th century or something, but with a few modifications. There was a wood stove across from the entrance underneath a giant window overlooking the side of the mansion. Pots and pans hanging in an indent between wooden cabinets that had intricate spirals craved into them. There was a copper sink to my left and a fringe/freezer to my right. The floor was incredibly dusty, but I could see the chestnut brown boarding underneath. I immediately got to work before the ice cream melted. Edward was able to work some. I placed bags of fruits and boxes of crackers in his arms while he cradled them to the little granite island in the center or the counters and I would put them away.

"What's this?" He asked.

I turned and looked at what he was trying to pick up. "Those are hair products."

"You need some hair products?"

Now it was my turn to blush again. "Maybe I should've asked you first."

"You want to fix my hair?"

I laughed nervously. "Only if you want me to. My mom had become a hairdresser later in life so…" I started talking like a blathering idiot. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed before, but I do eventually shut up refusing to open my mouth.

"Okay." He said.

I looked at him. "Really?"

"Sure. I'm tired of these knots."

"No one tried to fix them before?"

"Once." His face turned sad as he said that, so I tried to avoid anymore tear jerking moments.

"Didn't work out then?" Ugh, what is wrong with me? Must be the lack of sleep.

My frustrations fated as I saw the ghost of a smile on his lips, making my heart leap a few paces too fast. Weird. "No."

I yawned then. "Cool, then we'll start as soon as I'm fully awake again."

He laughed.

"Aw what an adorable sound." What did I just think just now? His smile is making my heart jump and his laugh is practically melting me. God I need some sleep.

"Good night." I yawned.

"Good night." He said. "Do you want me to walk you up to your room?"

I was about to say no, but in the state I'm in, I'll probably be wondering around this place like a zombie for the rest of the night. "Sure."

He smiled, making my heart jump again.

God damn that smile.

I awoke to the sound of snipping again. Though I've only spent two nights here, it seemed like the most familiar sound in the world. I didn't feel like going down there today, mostly because the churning in my stomach was too overpowering. I dragged my way over to the door, but before I got there I tripped over my bags. Weird, last time I checked I didn't bring them up here last night. And then I saw that the strap hanging the top of the bags were cut in half. Aw what a gentlemen.

I shook myself out of my reverie and grabbed some of my toiletries and a new set of clothes, and went to find the bathroom, which oddly enough I a house this big wasn't hard to find. I brushed my teeth first and then I took out my pill jar. I thought about taking these for a minute. The whole idea of taking them was to keep myself from having any suicidal urges, but since I met Edward, I haven't even taken speaking knife out. So I put the jar back down and got in the shower.

It was about thirty minutes later that I got out of the shower and got dressed. The feeling was so refreshing after having worn the same clothes two day in a row. I wasn't sure if Edward was still outside in the yard, so I stealthily made my way to the kitchen. I pulled out a bowl from the cabinet and grabbed the cereal and milk. I just sat down to eat when I heard the front door creak open.

"Good Morning." I yawned.

Edward jumped. "Good morning." He muttered.

"Are you hungry?"

He nodded.

"Then come in here." I got up from my seat at searched around the kitchen. "What would you like?"

He shrugged as he sat in the seat next to mine. "Whatever you're having I guess."

I smiled and got out another bowl and the cereal. I sat it down right in front of him.

His face turned sat again.

It was then that I remembered something in my bag that might help. "Hold on a second." I got up from my seat and ran up to my room. I unzipped one of the bags and pulled out the tape. Why Nikki wanted me to bring that I don't know. I raced down the stairs and back into the kitchen. I stood in front of Edward and attached the spoon onto his thumb. I sat back down and watched him carefully (just to make sure he doesn't cut himself). He seemed nervous over my penetrating gaze, so I want back to my own food, watching from the corner of my eye. His hand shook a little as he tried to eat on his own, so I opted to help. I placed my thumb and forefinger over his tapped thumb, and my other hand over his wrist. I very carefully dipped the spoon into the cereal and brought it to his lips.

"Mmm." He moaned.

I smiled. "I can hear you like it." I sat back down, leaving him to eat on his own.

He blushed.

"No need to be embarrassed." I said. "Is it nice to finally eat on your own?"

His expression was anguished as he looked at his hands. He remained silent, but I knew what he was thinking.

I took a deep breath. "You don't want those hands do you?"

"No."

I spoke slowly. "Did you ever, try to get surgery when you were living in the neighborhood?"

"Some people told me they had doctor friends, or knew someone who could help."

"Did you hear anything afterwards?"

He shook his head.

I rolled my eyes. "Figures." I breathed.

"What?"

I didn't want to insult anyone who he might've still considered friends, or at least still liked. "Well, maybe they just wanted to say that to make you happy."

"It did."

"But they didn't keep that promise."

"What do you mean?"

"When Nikki took me in, I was damaged both physically and mentally. She said that she would get me help in front of her friends. But she didn't even make a call. That was eight years ago.

"Once before when I was twelve I asked her when she was going to call someone while she was having a book club. I showed them damage I'd done to myself. She slapped me in the face that same night when they left."

"You think they just told me take to appear nice in the eyes of their friends?"

I looked into his eyes. "That's just my experience. I'm not saying it was that. It was just a possibility."

"Why would the do that?

"Some of the people in this world are just terrible." I sighed not really wanting to talk about it anymore.

Apparently he thought the same because he didn't respond.

"Do you want me to try and untangle that hair of yours?"

He smiled and nodded.

I got up from my chair and untapped his blade. "Follow me."

We ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I brought a chair up to the sink and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, conditioner and a very sturdy brush.

"Sit. Then lay your head back into the sink." I said.

As he did so, I tested the water to make sure it was the right temperature. I soaked it to the point where his hair would be running down his shoulders if he were sitting up. I grabbed the brush and started running the teeth through the black tangled ocean. More than a few times it would get stuck, but I was able to yank it out, bringing a few strays with me.

Next, I grabbed the shampoo and dug through the hair before brushing it again, this time without running into any knots. Finally, I reached for the conditioner. "Final step. You doing alright?" I knew he was, I could tell by the smile that adorned his lips. Ignoring the butterflies in my stomach, I went on massaging his scalp.

It was then that I heard a strange noise. It was a primal sound, a light guttural sound. But it seemed a little lighter, almost like a…

"Edward?" I said, stunned but a little entertained. "Did you just purr?" I asked, rinsing the soap out.

I saw his face flush tomato red, which made me laugh.

"No need to be embarrassed. I've heard worse when I would come to visit mom at work."

"Really?" He said.

"Yeah. Well that should just about do it. Let me get a towel and I'll brush it one more time. After, just let it air dry."

The rest of the day I spent mostly in my room unpacking my stuff. It wasn't until I picked up my clothes from the past two days that the knife fell out of the pocket tinkled on the floor. I looked at it lying next to my foot, as if it were trying to hypnotize me into using it. Just a few days ago it had been my drug, my escape from reality. Now, I was physically detached that world living with a guy who looks so dangerous, but has the kindest heart anyone could have. I smiled as tears of joy dripped down my cheek. I picked up the knife and stuffed it in a drawer.

Just then the creak of the door brought me back to reality.

"Yes?" I asked looking at Edward.

"I want to show you something." He seemed more nervous than usual which was saying a lot. I followed out to the door to the front yard. He stopped in front of a sculpture that I knew cut today because I hadn't seen it before. But that's not what shocked me. The figure was in a sitting position. Her cheek was resting in her palm with her face looking up towards the darkening sky.

It was me.

"Do you…like it?"

"Edward I…" I had to pause to take a couple minutes to compose myself. "I love it. Thank you" I hugged him.

"Your welcome." He said. "I just wanted to thank you for not being afraid of me."

I smirked over his neck. "I could never be afraid of you."

And that was one thousand percent true.

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