A/N Okay, so I hope you liked the last chapters! Also, it's not going anywhere with Jacob, just so you know. It's about Amalia and Edward Just so you're not mislead. Anyway, please R&R, and tell me what I can improve on or any of your (Don't worry, the action is coming!)
We were sitting on his bed now, playing a race-car video game on his PS3. I cross the finish line in the game, smiling as I come in 1st place. Jacob crosses a second after me, and the screen flashes:
1st place: Amalia!
We look at each other, and I say, "Well, looks like you just got beat by an un-experienced girl." I smirk.
"Guess so. But at least it was a pretty one," he comments and smiles. I look down, blushing, and say, "Well, I should probably get going now. I've got school tomorrow. So… see you around?"
"Sure. I'll walk you out," he says politely. We walk upstairs, and we're in front of the door. "So… call me?"
"Um… yeah, I'll try my best," I say with a small smile and walk outside. It's a little darker outside, so I check my sidekick for the time as I'm walking to the car. My phone says its 8:00pm, so I better get my stuff ready for school.
I turn around once more before getting into my car to wave at Jacob, who is watching me go. He waves back and grins before going inside and closing the door behind him. I get into my car and sit there for a moment, reflecting everything that happened today.
I mostly just hung out with Jacob. I decided he was pretty cool, and now, there would probably be no getting rid of him. He seemed really friendly. So I guess he would be considered my first… friend in Forks. Speaking of friends, Jesalinda, my best friend, was probably worried sick about me!
She was always calling to make sure I was ok because she knew about how short-tempered Damon was and how I wanted to leave. She always told me I should just report him to the police…
"Hey, sweetie! How are you?" Jesalinda said with her cheery voice that always made me feel better, as she ran up to me and gave me a big hug.
"Hey. I'm ok. You?" I asked with a low voice.
"What's wrong? I can tell already. What happened?" she asked nervously. She knew me all too well. I decide I should tell her what happened.
"I tried to leave again, but he caught me," I said as my voice cracked slightly.
"Oh, no. Amalia! You have to report him to the police or something already. We can't keep going through this. He can end up really hurting you, and I can't let that happen," she said as anxiety and worry crept into her voice. I was bringing her down with me, too.
"No, Jes. I can't leave," I respond. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine, I promise. Everything will be ok. He would never hurt me on purpose."
"Yes, he would and he could, Amalia! You can't keep staying there!"
"No, Jes. He loves me," I say, because he does. That's why he won't let me leave.
"He may love you, but sometimes people do crazy things out of love. I would know," she said. She went through some crazy love stuff too, but now she was in a committed relationship with her boyfriend Drew for almost 4 years. "And you want to leave."
"But I love him, too, Jes. You don't understand. I love him more than anything, and you know that you and him are the closest things I have to family." So why did I want to leave? Because I just needed to, and I had to start over
But Jesalinda cared about me, and we have been best friends since 3rd grade. So I had to find some way to get in touch with her, but I couldn't text her where I was or any information, in case Damon found out somehow.
I pull out my sidekick and flip it open. 12 missed calls. 7 from Jesalinda and 5 from Damon… 4 new voice mails. I call voicemail and type in my passcode:
7-9-07… the day Damon and I first met in 7th grade.
I was walking home from school and the block was deserted. It was around 4:30, and I didn't see anyone around. I just put my headphones into my ears and listened to 'The Howling' by Within Temptation, letting the words and the rhythms fill my ears and flood my brain.
'I feel them getting closer. Their howls are sending chills down my spine… Time is running out now. They're coming down the hills from behind… '
Suddenly, I felt something hit my shoulders and I fall to the ground, my earphones falling out. I was dazed for a second, and before I could react, I saw a guy standing above me. He went to the high school a few blocks away my, and I think his name was Owen. He had dark hair and eyes, and he had an evil smile on his face.
I got up quickly and got my stuff back together, standing up again. I tossed my black and pink tote bag over my shoulder and tried to walk away, and he started pushing me back into a brick wall.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said in a deep voice. I'm pushed up against the wall, and I tried to fight back.
"No. Get OFF!" I said. Then I saw him pull out a knife and he held it to my throat. I stood as still as possible. And before I can blink my eyes, he was off of me. He was in the headlock of a boy with jet black hair and dark grey eyes, his lips tinted ever so slightly red. He has taken the knife from him and was holding it to the back of his neck.
"If you know what's good for you, you will leave her alone," he mumbled threateningly to Owen, as Owen struggles to break his grip. The boy defending me pushed Owen aside and Owen runs away, frustrated and startled.
The boy walked over to me, and just looked at me for a moment, studying my every feature. I break the ice.
"Thanks. That was… a close one," I said to him. He smiled at me, and I realize he's stunningly gorgeous, in a dark way.
"Maybe I should… walk you back home, just to be safe," he said.
"Ok. Sounds good," I agree. "Oh, and I'm Amalia."
"That's quite a name. Very special and… intriguing. I'm Damon," he said. He seemed just my type so far… Sweet, yet tough. Mysterious, yet friendly. But mostly on the dark side, which I liked.
"Thanks. Your name sounds very… mysterious. I like it," I said with a smirk and began walking. He fell into step behind me, and soon caught up to my pace.
I knew we were meant to be the day I found him… but I didn't know that I would have to leave.
I remember I am checking my voice mails, and the machine speaks to me.
'You have 4 new voice messages. 1st voice message:'
I hear Jesalinda's voice.
"Hello, hun. Just calling to make sure you're alright, but I guess you're busy. Call me when you get this, ok? Love you!" And the machine cuts it off with a *beep.* Her voice always manages to cheer me up and brings a smile to my face.
The machine speaks again: "End of message. To save this message, press 7. To erase this message, press 9." I press 7. "Next message."
I hear Damon's voice, and it scares me, but makes me miss him.
"Hey. I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming home soon and why aren't you picking up your phone? Anyway, I miss you. I'll see you soon. I love you…" And the machine ends the message with another *beep.* I miss him too. But I can't go back, and I have to face the fact… but it's hard to accept that I have to leave him and Jes and everything I know and love behind to start over.
"End of message. To save this message, press 7. To erase, press 9," the machine instructs. I press 7. "Next message:"
I hear Jesalinda's voice again, but this time it's worried.
"Amalia? I don't know how many times I've called. Where are you? Damon, Drew and I are worried sick. Call me, SOON. I love you, Amalia. Please call soon." *Beeeep.*
"End of message. To save it, press 7. To erase, press 9." I press 9. I don't want to hear her worried like that. "Next message:"
Damon's voice, but it isn't sweet this time.
"Amalia, WHERE ARE YOU? You need to call me. You should be HOME. I've been waiting here. Wherever you are, come home and call me as soon as you get the message, or I WILL come look for you. You aren't going very far on my watch..." *Beeeep.* I hang up without giving the machine a chance to question me. I sigh and I remember why I had to leave: because Damon isn't mentally stable, and he needs me too much. I didn't WANT to leave him, but I can't afford to get hurt with my lack of money and family.
So where would I camp out tonight? I decided to park in front of the hotel and sleep in my car again. It was 9:00 now, so I should start getting to bed. I go to bed in my clothes, and remember I need to shower. HOW THE HELL WAS I GOING TO SHOWER? There was no place to go. What to do? This is the most confusion I've felt since I left. I guess my only options were to go back to Jacob's or to… nope. That was my only option if I wanted to shower.
I decide to call him first. I take the yellow sticky note out of my pocket and dial the number on my sidekick.
"Hello?" he answers.
"Hey, Jacob. It's Amalia. Sorry, I know I just left…" I say with a small giggle.
"Hey! No, it's cool. What's up? You need anything?" he says enthusiastically.
"Actually, I was going to ask if maybe I could stop by and use your shower? I'm really sorry. I mean, I know it's weird but I have nowhere else to go and-" he cuts me off.
"Sure! It's not a problem, really. You can come by now," he says. He's so sweet and polite, and I feel so awkward asking this of someone I only met 2 days ago… but I'm desperate, so I respond.
"Really? Thanks so much. I'll be right over!" I say.
"Ok. See you soon!" he says and hangs up. I turn on the car and turn back around toward his house. I arrive and park in front, and he is outside waiting for me. I open the trunk and I'm about to pull one of my suitcases out, when I see Jacob come next to me and lift the heavy suitcase as if it weighs nothing. He smiles at me and brings it into his house as I close the trunk and follow behind. He brings it into the bathroom downstairs in his room, and I follow him. After putting it down, he looks at me for a moment.
"So, you good here? Anything else you need?" he asks, concerned.
"Nope. I'm good. Thanks," I say with a smile.
"No problem. I'll be down here watching TV," he says and walks away. I close the door and lock it, and I feel really awkward showering in someone's house I barely knew. Oh, well. Beggers can't be choosers. I take out my pajamas- a pair of black pants with pink polka dots and an old black t-shirt that said 'Punk Rock' on the front-, some underclothes, and a towel I packed.
I get a craving for blood and a burning in my throat. I take out a small razorblade I keep in my suitcase as a weapon and quickly make a slash across my wrist. It doesn't hurt; it feels as if someone scratched my wrist with their nail, but only enough to leave a pinkish line, not even breaking skin. It isn't a deep cut, but it's bleeding enough. I place my mouth on the bleeding cut and drink my blood. It tastes sweet and stops the burning in my throat. When I'm done, I rinse my wrist under the cool faucet water. I also heal very quickly, which is good. When I woke up tomorrow, the cut would be a pink scar.
I turn on the water and get into the shower, turning it only on hot. It feels good to shower, but I miss home. I still feel really weird showering in someone's house I barely even know. I take about 15 minutes in the shower before getting out.
I turn off the water, dry off, and put on my pajamas. I put my stuff away and take out my toothbrush and toothpaste. I lean over the sink, brush my teeth, and put it away. I put it back into the suitcase and brush out my hair. I dry it with the towel and step out of the bathroom with my suitcase. I see Jacob knocked out on his bed, with the TV still on. He is softly snoring, in a deep and peaceful sleep.
I tiptoe upstairs and let myself out, relieved that no one had to see me in my PJ's. I close the door and throw my suitcase in the backseat. It is drizzling outside, so I quickly get into the car, and see that it's now 9:45. I go to sleep quickly and peacefully.