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Edward's POV
Well Thanksgiving dinner was a flop.
After Carlisle's hasty exit to who knows where, Kate and Garett were quick to leave in the nicest way possible. Alice gave me a quick hug goodbye and asked if we could go see a movie the next day. I thought about it.
My plan for the week I was back in Forks was mainly just to stay invisible. I wasn't what you might call a socialite. I preferred being on my own, but with Alice, I could always talk to her, and share my secrets. I think that was why she asked me to go with her. Despite my thoughts, I said yes.
And that's how I got to be sitting in Alice's shocking yellow Porsche on the way to the movie theatre. She was babbling on about the good old days and how she missed me and all that. I had zoned out in the first five minutes, leaving her voice as a background sound of my thoughts.
"Helloo? Edward? We're here, what do you wanna see? That new dance movie is out, we could see that. Or even that one about those crazy people controlling elements…"
"Er, yeah whatever, I don't mind." I tried to sound interested, by judging by Alice's look of impatience, my attempt was a fail.
"Mmkay, I'll get the tickets and some snacks and you go choose some seats." She waved me off.
I spun on my heel and entered through the screen doors. I wanted to sit in the corner right at the back, but I knew Alice would just drag me away, so I chose the middle , but still right at the back.
The theatre was strangely vacant which was strange considering new movies were coming out, but people were most likely still asleep due to eating so much from yesterday. The lights were dimmed down and The beginning credits began to roll on. A bunch of loud teenagers started to come in and sit right at the front. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as a lovey-dovey couple sat in the seats in front of me and started a heavy make out session.
Ew.
Luckily, I was used to this kind of stuff, with Emmett and Rosalie around.
Thankfully, Alice came back, just in time to see the start of the movie. She handed me my drink and raised an eyebrow at me, questioning my seating choice.
I shrugged and nodded my head to the screen.
She gave up after a few minutes and continued to watch the movie, laughing with everyone else at the jokes.
I didn't.
I couldn't get the scream out of my head. It kept being replayed in my head again and again and again. It was sickening. But the worst part, is it actually sounded human.
Last night, I had stayed up staring at the ceiling, thinking of what the hell it could've been. It was definitely human, but at the same time…it couldn't be. Why would there be a human trapped in Carlisle's study?
And to think it was human. That gave me the chills. To think that something…someone was inside the house this very moment. Someone who sounded trapped inside. Someone you didn't know. Someone who does not belong there. I shuddered to think of the possibilities it could have been.
Alice nudged me slightly, pulling me away from my possible explanations.
I tried to concentrate on the movie, but the coloured images and meaningless conversations held no interest for me. Therefore, I ended up letting my subconscious mind take over, creating shapes and colours to take my mind of the secret at home.
Emmet's POV
I wonder where everyone is?
Esme and Carlisle are staying in Seattle for a few days for some business meeting, but where the hell is Edward? He might be my little squirt of a brother, but I hope he hasn't gone back to…
No…he wouldn't do that to us.
Rosalie's gone back to her house for a while, to calm down her parents. They've been having a lot of arguments lately, about money especially. I offered to go with her, but she said she didn't want me to be a part of it.
Too late for that matey.
I was over at the Hale's place a couple of days before Edward arrived, helping Rose pack some clothes while she stayed here. She went to get some "girl items" from the store nearby, and I straight away pulled outta that trip.
Thinking I was alone in the house, I jumped downstairs, hoping to catch the rest of the Mariners game. Suddenly, Mrs Hale's voice came from the kitchen.
"Yes, I realize this Mark, but I still don't think Rosalie is ready for that kind of –"
Mark. Huh, must be the husband.
"Of course I trust Esme, she seems like a wonderful woman, it's just Emmett that doesn't really understand how important it is for Rosalie."
Whoaa…ME? What's all this gotta do with me? Rose always said her parents liked me. Well. From that, it's pretty obvious Mrs Blondie Business Woman doesn't think I understand Rosalie enough.
To hell I do! I know everything there is to know about her and her super snotty mother.
I heard Mrs Hale's pointy high heels tap across the wooden floor as she came into the living room. I quickly did what any other responsible 22 year old guy who was going to get caught eavesdropping on his girlfriend's mother's conversation.
I hid behind their fancy curtain.
After a few minutes, she left the house and I came out of their curtain.
Oh Great.
How the hell am I meant to convince Mr and Mrs Hale I do care for their daughter, and I wouldn't stop at anything for her. I know I am a goof, and I can be "inappropriately funny" (according to my old high school teachers), but I do have a sensitive side, believe it or not.
And now I'm here, wondering where Edward is, and if Rosalie is fighting with her parents…nothing better to do on a Friday night than that…
At this point, my stomach rumbled and it occurred to me I hadn't eaten all day.
I went to the kitchen to make myself a double decker sandwich like me and Eddie used to do. We would make the biggest, most disgusting sandwiches ever and see who could eat them first.
As I slammed on the mayo, the phone rang. I reached out across the kitchen island to get it.
"Hello?"
"Emmett?" Carlisle's voice rang loud and clear through the receiver.
"Dad? Is everything Ok? You sound –"
"Yes I'm fine Emmett," He cut me off. "I need you to do me a favour please"
Huh. Must be desperate if he's asking me. Seriously,I would have thought he would go to old man Charlie next door, before he came to me for anything.
"Sure Dad. What is it?"
"I need you to check on TRB42."
Oh shit.
No. No way was I going near that…thing.
"No Dad. I'm sorry, but you know how much I think that's –"
"Please Emmet, I'm begging you! I have to prevent Edward from seeing her, please. He'll either leave as soon as possible or even call the cops. Please Emmett, I just need some more time, and then it will be amazing how this can change the world. Please?"
He really seemed to be begging on his knees here. I looked at the phone, thinking of what to do. I looked back to Carlisle's study.
It would be pretty cool to see how this works when he's finished. And it wouldn't kill me to check if it's ok. And to be honest, Edward did seem very curious last night and dinner about it. I guess in the end, it's for the best…
"Ok Carlisle. I'll check on it. But I don't make any promises on Edward finding out or not. I'll do my best."
I heard him give a relieved sigh through the phone. "Thank you Emmett. Thank you so much."
"No problem. When are you and Mom coming back?"
"Are meeting got delayed since the vice president of the company couldn't make it. Something about his wife going into labour, so I guess we will be back in about 3 days."
3 days. 3 days to distract Edward. Not much you can do to distract that dude unless you buy him a new grand piano and refurbish his bookshelf full of old, weird-speaking books.
"Huh. Ok, See you then. Bye Dad"
"Bye Emmett, good luck!" He hung up.
I put the phone down and looked at my sandwich longingly.
Since Edward seemed to be out for the moment, I guess I'll go check on her.
I mean it.
I slowly paced up and down, outside Carlisle's office, wondering what the hell to do if that thing goes ballistic again.
I was in the wresting team in freshman year.
Time to take those skills to the test. I grinned, this might be hard, but it sure as hell gonna be fun!
I turned the handle of the door and walked in to see it sitting in the middle of the room, curled up in a ball.
Confused, I stepped over it to where it's head was, and saw it to be…sleeping?
Can they even do that?
I looked at it's body and saw how realistic it was. I had only ever seen that thing twice, and they were before it was finished.
Man, Carlisle needs a hobby!
I bent down on my knees beside it, praying for dear life it wouldn't wake up. T seemed almost peaceful. I fought with myself in my head, whether or not o carry it to the couch by Carlisle's desk. Meh. It looks comfy enough here, and I'm sure if I even try touching it, it will straight away grab and slap me back.
Yeah…don't really wanna be slapped right now…
It looked ok to me. Seemed healthy to me, but what did I know about er…whatever it is…
I got up, not taking my eyes of it.
It might not be human, but it might be able to make a surprise attack when you least expect it. Wrestling Rule Number 1: Never take your eyes of your opponent.
I walked out the room, back to my beloved sandwich, thinking of ways to distract Edward during his stay back at Forks.
Not much to do in a small town like here…I suppose I could bribe Brandon somehow into annoying him the hell outta town somehow. But knowing her, I'll have to by her some next new Gucci bag or some state-of-the-art canvas and paintbrush set or the shit Rosalie puts on her face when we go out.
Don't get me wrong, Rosalie is definitely beautiful with makeup, but I prefer her natural, without that gunk on her face.
Meh. I'll never understand women…
Or that thing.
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