I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse. They and their respective characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer and her creative mind.
I, however, am borrowing the characters and the events transpired to write this fictional tale.
What BInds Us Together
Chapter 2
Alice's POV continued, even though she doesn't know it
I woke the morning after the party, famished after my mother's punishment. From my bed, I saw mother and father in the hall, talking. I slid out of bed and sneaked up behind mother. I seized her around the legs, "I'm sorry for saying what I did, mommy!" She didn't smile or forgive me. She looked at me as though I were a roach. She wrestled her legs out of my reach and stalked off.
I did not understand what was going on.
"Let's go, Alice." I turned to daddy. He looked tired and worn-out. I looked at him questioningly, "Where are we going to, daddy?" He sighed, "We're going for a drive, Alice." Daddy rarely called me Alice. If he did, I was either in trouble or he was being very serious. I ran to my room to change into a casual dress and shoes. The maid came in with a suitcase while I was still changing.
"Clara, what do you need?" I asked her.
"I was told to help you pack your things, miss." She sat the suitcase down on my bed and began folding clothes into it. I was very confused. I ran down the stairs to my father and threw myself into his lap, "Daddy! Don't get rid of me, daddy! I'll be good! I won't tell you what I see anymore!" I was crying and screaming and begging. Daddy patted my head, "Allie? It'll be alright, Allie. Mommy just needs some time to not worry about you. She just needs a break. I'll take you to the place you are going to stay and I won't leave until you want me to." I wailed and wailed, "Daddy, I don't want to be anywhere without you!" I was beating my fists on his knees. Clara came back down with my suitcase and seized me from my father's knee. She grabbed my hand firmly and led me back upstairs, "Miss Alice, you need to finish packing." She kept me upstairs, promising me we were to finish packing for mommy's sake.
Daddy came up to get me when he was to take me away. He helped me into the car and set my bags into the back seat. I never road up front in the car before. I sat very still and very quietly, bad things were running through my head, very bad things. Bad images...I saw lightening in a room. It was striking a bed. I saw a man with fuzzy gray hair and big glasses. He wore a white coat and kept asking me what I saw.
I saw a boy or man, he had white-blonde hair and semi-sharp features. He was very handsome and sad. I took his hand and told him it was okay.
Daddy stopped the car and the vision came to a close. Daddy pulled me onto his lap, "Allie? Are you ready to be brave? You're going to have to be very brave." He kissed my head and patted my back. I was frozen. I began crying silently, "Will you come and see me?" He sighed, "Yes." He helped me out of the car and led me into the big, dark building.
As of this moment, I wished I had never had and would never have visions again.