Edward's POV
I watched as the girl fell limp on the tiled floor, her breathing becoming slower and longer, as she fell into a sleep.
"What are we going to do with her?" I asked, looking at Jared, who was now leaving the room, as though he couldn't care less.
Turning back to me, Jared shrugged. "Do whatever you want with her, she isn't my problem."
"This is not my job! You patch her up, she is your priority!" I exploded, already fed up of doing the less pleasant tasks, just because none of my brothers could be bothered to do them.
Jared laughed, "Edward...If you want a place with us, you have to earn it." And laughing, he walked out of the door.
Fuming, I turned around and studied the girl on the floor, wondering what I should do with her. She was sprawled on the floor in what looked like a very uncomfortable position; blood was still flowing out of her head, but not as heavily as before.
Well I guess that would be my first task, stop the bleeding. I bent down and examined her head wound, and upon gently prodding it I found that it wasn't very deep which would make my work even easier. I had had a little medical training, thanks to Carlisle who has acted as a Father figure to me since my Father...passed away. Passed away wasn't the right word. Assassinated was more of the correct term to what had happened. Even though he wasn't the greatest person in the world, he was still there for my brothers and I. Jared was still trying to track down this assassin so that he could have his revenge.
Shaking my head, I returned my attention back the girl. After a moment's deliberation on whether I should take her to Carlisle, or just do it myself, I lifted her up in my arms, stumbling a little under the new amount of weight. She wasn't heavy, but she wasn't very light either. Probably about the average weight for a woman, I decided as I walked down the corridor, not that I had much experience of carrying girls around in my arms, I added to myself mentally.
Walking into her room, I lay her down on the small cot in the corner, and then walked back out of the door, only just remembering to lock it in case she woke up while I was away and attempted to escape. Note that I used the word attempted, I somehow doubted that she would even manage to take two steps before she was caught. And sure enough as I was walking towards the medical room- which was only two corridors away- I passed at least ten people, all of whom nodded their respects at me as we walked past each other. I may not be a Mob boss yet, but I still had a high status around here, as I was one of the five sons.
My two oldest brothers had a different skin complexion to Jasper, Emmett and I. This was a result of us having different Mothers. Jared and Sam's mother had been native American, before being shot by our Father -Edward Cullen Sr. She had found out about what job my father was really doing -instead of the businessman he always claimed to be- and she resisted and began threatening about going to the police, and then he just lost it and shot her. Apparently both Sam and Jared were pretty torn up about it at the time, but they had gotten over it letting their senses rather than their emotion control them.
My mother was Elizabeth Mason, we shared the same bronze hair and green eyes, and according to Jasper, the same compassion and sensitivity. I couldn't remember much of my Mother, only that I knew she loved me very much. My father was devoted to her when they were together, and was devastated when she died of sudden cancer. That was about ten years ago, and after that my Father became a sullen man, he died five years later when I was twelve.
I hadn't even realised that I had entered the medical room by now, and glancing at the clock on the wall, I had been in here for about fifteen minutes. Well...at least Carlisle isn't here to ask questions. I know that he disapproves of a lot of things that we do, but he knows better than to speak up. In this line of work you begin asking to many questions or disagree...then you die.
I rummaged through the many cupboards and drawers until I found what I was looking for. I found cotton wool, a bottle of water along with a cup and a bottle of aspirin humming to myself, I made my way back to the room, unlocking the door as I reached it.
After walking in, I found Isabella still asleep on the thing mattress. The blood had almost stopped flowing now, but it was sticking to her hair and face, I guess she would have to take a shower when she woke up.
Still pissed that I had to do this, I dragged a wooden chair across the room, not caring if it made noise and woke her up. I tore of some cotton wool from the roll I had taken, and dipped it in the jug of water. Next, I began cleaning up her wound, the blood coming off her head easily and onto the wool. Soon though, the cotton wool began too filthy and I had to start over again, then again, until I had used almost the whole roll.
This has to be the most boring job, I thought to myself, Jared knows that I could handle much more than this; he is just too lazy to order anybody else to do it. Thinking of my brother made me angry, and I accidentally pressed to hard against the wound and with a gasp, the girl woke up.
"Sorry," I murmured, continuing to dab away. The girl stared up at me with wide eyes, terror written all over them.
Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and pushed it away from me.
"Don't touch me!" she hissed, trying to get up off of the bed.
"I'm trying to help you," I retorted, "the least you can do is co-operate."
She sat up on the bed, rubbing the back of her head. "You think I am going to co operate with a sadistic killer like you? Well think again."
I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking towards the door, I didn't want to be in here any longer than was necessary. I heard the girl stand up behind me, only for her to groan. I turned around, wondering what she had done now, when I saw her sitting on the floor clutching her head.
Then I remembered that was what the aspirin was for. Pulling it out of my pocket, I knelt down in front of her and held the bottle in front of her face.
"Take this, it will help," I urged, shaking it a little. However, she just stared at it as though I was offering her drugs. "Oh for God's sake, they aren't going to kill you. Look." Proving my point I took off the lid and tipped two pills into the palm of my hand. Making sure that she was watching, I put the palm to my mouth and swallowed them.
She sighed and grabbed the bottle off me and didn't take two, but five pills.
"Are you trying to overdose," I said, taking two of them away from her hand.
"Maybe," she said, putting them in her mouth. "Why do you care," she continued.
"I don't," I replied scathingly, "I just don't want any of my targets die on me."
"I'm going to die anyway," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "What does it make a difference if I die now or later?"
"It matters to me, I want to get a...promotion, so...just stay alive for now."
I got up, my knees cracking and headed back towards the door.
"You know, when my Father finds you, I'm going to make sure that you and you're buddies are going to be hung, drawn and quartered."
"That's a bit of an over exaggeration, isn't it?"
And she flashed me an 'angelic' smile.
"You're a fifteen year old girl, who had no morals and does whatever her daddy tells her to do. Don't think that your status will impress anyone around here, because it will work the completely other way. Do you know how many people in this country that hate you and your Father? Do you know how many people and countries are conspiring against you right this second? Do you know how women are forced into prostitution because the tax rate is so high they can't afford to pay it?"
She kept quiet throughout my whole rant, her eyes locked onto my feet.
"I know," she whispered.
"And yet you do nothing about it?"
"Like you said, I'm only a stupid fifteen year old."
Rolling my eyes again, I left the room; I don't think I had ever met such a hypocrite in my life.
"Oi! Edward!" A voice called from behind me. I was now near my room and turning around I saw my brother Emmett stalking towards me, look smug, but also a little pissed. Well that was nothing new; he was always pissed off about something or other.
"What?" I said, I was already irritated by the girl, but just even talking to Emmett made me feel even more so.
"What are you doing?!" he demanded.
"I was going to my room..." Confused, I frowned at him.
"Why aren't you guarding the girl?"
"Was I supposed to?"
"Yes," Emmett said, as though it was obvious. "It's your job remember?"
"I am not wasting my time babysitting some teenager!"
"Ah... but Eddie, you keep forgetting that you're a teenager yourself. Who knows you might have some...fun," and with a quick wink, Emmett walked in the direction he had just come from. I went into my room and grabbed my I-pod, just because I was going to be stuck in a small room with her for a few days, doesn't mean I have to talk to her.
I unlocked her door, and after I was in, I slammed it after me. The girl looked up at me with surprise, but when she saw who it was, she went back to tracing patterns on her jeans leg. Sitting down on the chair, I put my headphones in my ear, and turned my music on full blast, drowning out any talk that the girl might begin.
She gave me one filthy look before turning onto her side on the bed, and falling asleep.
I sighed; this was going to be a long few weeks.