Author's note: Sorry I haven't updated this in forever, but I just haven't been able to write anything that wasn't completely sucky. Plus, Word keeps closing on me. This is the twenty-second time I've tried to write this author's note. Also, good for you, bad for me, my muse is here until Friday. You'll get meet her sometime in the next couple of chapters. I don't own Twilight. Enjoy your craptastic chapter.
Chapter Three: Mental Images
Edward's POV
"I got her pregnant."
What. The. Hell. First of all, EWWW! More gross mental images. Second of all, why does he look so happy? Of course. Because he gets something. Sick, selfish…
I let go of Alice and she left the room mumbling something about calling Bella. Talking about it to your best friend was probably healthier than what I was planning to do. Besides, I wasn't entirely sure where I was gonna get a chainsaw. Or a sledgehammer. Or a battleaxe. I couldn't hear my sister sadly dance across the loft. I had to strain to even hear the familiar click of my bedroom door closing. (Really, how are we related to this guy?) He drove her out of her room. Okay, so it wasn't really her room, but she had adopted it as her room. She's the only one who spent time in here besides me.
So it was just me and him. I sat with my feet up on the couch, refusing to look at him. I know I was being childish, but the sight of him nauseated me. It amazed me how quickly and completely my opinion of this man had changed. I loved him. I mean, he was my father. Now, I hate him for one sentence. I didn't hate him for telling. Well, technically I do. If he hadn't told us, I wouldn't have known to hate him.
I hated myself too. Every little similarity between us, from physical appearance to short temper, killed me inside. I didn't want to be like him. I didn't even want to be near him. He kept trying to coax my focus back onto him, but I obstinately refused to meet his gaze. "You don't have to be strong," he said. "Not for your sister or your mom, me or yourself."
I snorted at that. I wasn't going to be doing anything for him. "Who else is going to be?" I contradicted.
That one looked like it struck a nerve. Like he actually managed to understand I was saying I didn't need him. He settled his face on the skeptical look you'd give a three-year-old. He doesn't believe I can live without him? Wow. I've never seen him this self-centered before. I suppose having an affair is one of the most selfish things you can do. I can't believe I ever wanted to be like him.
I scooted over to the other side other side of the couch, carefully avoiding touching him. As soon as I was clear, I jumped up and dashed out of the room. As stupid as it sounds, I hid in the little towel closet across from the bathroom. It's kinda, okay, really cramped in there. But, if I stuck my legs in the laundry chute that was built into the back wall and angled my body just right, it was actually quite comfortable. It was the perfect hiding place. I could hear every previously thought private conversation in the living room. Plus, no one would think to look for me there. They, somewhat correctly, thought I wouldn't fit.
I could hear a body moving downstairs, which meant at some time during this Mom had gotten home. Charlie stormed past my sanctuary and back down the stairs. Mom was furious, but trying to stay quiet. "They weren't supposed to find out like this," she hissed.
"How would you have had me do it?"
"I should have been there for one."
I didn't listen to anymore. I reached up behind me and twisted the knob just enough for the door to pop open. I pushed it open a little more and slipped out. I snuck across the loft, keeping next to the banister where the floor didn't squeak. In my room I heard sniffling coming from my closet. So that's where Alice went. I laid down on my bed, closed my eyes, and tried not to think.
A/N: It still really short, I know. They'll be longer once I get into the plot. Thank you for taking the time to read this craptastic chapter. Now review and you will make my week.