A/N: I'm sooooo x infinity sorry that this has taken so long. I've had to deal with a car accident, then physical therapy, then I was sick... ugh. So I really hope you all enjoy this, and I once again apologize for taking so long. You are all wonderful, and I love you, and I'd kiss you all if I could! :D Please Review and let me know what you think of this chapter! I can't wait to hear from you!
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From Seven Day Weekend Ch. 2 -
I knew that no matter how hard I tried to fathom what happened, any attempt would be utterly useless. At the time, I thought I'd done what I needed to do. I wasn't going to give up the smokes, therefore, he would have killed me. All I did was prevent that from happening.
As I grabbed the last of my few belongings, I forced my mind to accept this explanation as fact so I could just move on and continue to not feel anything about it. It was impossible to shake the fear, though.
Fear of the unknown. Fear of not knowing where I'd end up.
But there was also an odd sense of power, as well, that I could not shake.
I stepped out of my house and into the dark. The highway was to the East, but I turned in the opposite direction. There was one last stop I had to make. One more thing I needed with me before I disappeared to God only knew where.
I needed her. All I had to do was convince her to come with me.
"Oh pretty baby I love you so WELL...
Lets go lets go lets go little, sweet heart
Now that we can always be together
Come on come on lets go again."
- "C'mon Let's Go" by Ritchie Valens
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DAY ONE
BPOV
"What the fuck were you thinking?"
The words were barely audible as I gaped at him, stunned silent, as he knelt by my bed. He was telling me a story that I could hardly believe… or maybe just refused to believe.
He had just… killed someone…
He arrived, later than usual, at the back porch that served as my room for the summer, carrying a large bag on his back and other things in his hands.
He was rambling, not making sense, repeating that he needed to get the fuck out of town without really giving me any details as to what happened. How can you waltz into a store, try to steal cigarettes, then shoot someone and leave? It was too crazy.
I needed a fucking explanation and quick…
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I loved the kid, needed him as much as breathing. He got me, and I got him in a way that no one else could.
We had begun dating before I finished my junior year of high school, but I'd heard about him long before that.
Lauren Mallory's pig squeal of a voice could be heard from across the lunch room going on and on about Edward Cullen.
"He's so fine but wicked." She'd end such comments with a giggle that made me cringe.
I had seen him around Lincoln from time to time, walking without looking at anyone, a cigarette dangling from his lips. I had never seen him up close, though, until the day I went into the service station near my house to buy candy for myself and smokes for my father. As I rounded the corner to grab the packs of Pall Mall's, our eyes met and…
Fuck…he was beautiful.
Green eyes, the color of emerald, pierced mine, and I blushed.
I fucking blushed. I never blushed.
Like I said, he never looked at anyone, but he devoured me with those eyes…and didn't stop. I even felt his gaze still on me after he left me at my front door that night.
Although my father was furious that I was late with the smokes, Edward had left a permanent mark on me, and nothing could disrupt the state of euphoria he left me in.
We were inseparable from that day on. I only wished our relationship could have been simpler.
My parents, especially my father, hated him. They only saw what he had done…or not done, rather.
He hadn't finished school, he never held a job, and he was not exactly what you would call "gentlemanly".
They failed to remember, though, that his asshole father had shot his mother, then himself, without even a second thought as to how that would affect their son's life.
Fucker…
Edward never talked about it, but I knew he was still hurt and confused by the whole thing. It had left him scarred.
They also failed to realize just how much Edward loved me, and that he would do anything for me.
People saw him as crude, hateful, and depressed. A kid that society should just give up on, but I knew they were wrong. I saw him when he smiled and laughed…and loved. He was good at loving me, to the point that it was almost overwhelming, and I'd forget to breathe.
He was too much, but I couldn't get enough.
I tried my best to play nice with my parents' rules, but sometimes we'd slip up, unable to help ourselves. Like that day, when he came to my school, and we made love against the tree. I should've gone back to class. I should have known better than to think the school wouldn't phone my house.
But they did, and I was in deep shit.
I managed to sway my father, though, and led him to believe that Edward had merely found me walking around after I had left class because I was feeling sick.
His misconception that I was innocent made it all too easy.
I always did my chores when I got home from school and helped Mama with dinner, a smile that caused my cheeks to ache firmly planted on my lips the entire time. Homework was finished quickly, and then I retreated to my room where I waited for him… and waited… and waited.
At first, I thought he wasn't coming, and I fought the angry tears that threatened to fall as I laid in bed with my face pressed into the pillow. Through the screen windows, the bright moonlight shone down on me, as if the night was mocking me in my sadness.
Then, suddenly, he was there, coming through the back door quickly in a panic, his bronze hair glistening with sweat in the faint light.
I sat upright immediately, jolted by his abrupt entrance, and took notice that he was out of breath and seemed dazed, even in his hurried state. His expression was blank.
He began to speak as soon as he saw me, rushing to my side and kneeling by the bed. I merely listened, remaining still and composed while my mind began to race, only understanding his ramblings in snatches.
"Bella, I just killed a man… I don't know what happened… I tried to get smokes… he had a gun… I shot him… I gotta get the fuck out of here."
I couldn't form any words as he continued to give a broken account of what took place. My mind struggled to grasp what was happening and was wracked with questions that I was scared to hear the answers to. I needed to know though.
After a moment, I finally heard myself utter…
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"What the fuck were you thinking?"
He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "I wasn't fucking thinking. I just… got angry and…" He trailed off and looked at the floor, clearly having no real explanation. Then he lifted his eyes and said, "Fuck, Bella, we gotta get out of here."
Silence…
We?
Shock, elation, panic, an almost paralyzing fear flooding me all at once. My eyes widened.
He wanted me to go with him…
I wanted to go with him…
But how could I go with him?
Hell, he'd just killed someone!
Fuck…
"Did you hear me, Bella? We've got to leave town. Please… I need you to come with me."
I let out a harsh breath as my eyes shifted frantically around the room, like the answer would suddenly appear somewhere in the darkness.
"I… I don't know what to say, Edward. Fuck, you want me to leave? I can't… You expect me to just walk away from my life, my family? This is insane."
"I know. I know. I'm so fucking sorry, Bella. I need you though. I need you with me. I can't… can't leave without you, and I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I just got so angry when he…" His eyes suddenly went wide and he thrust a hand through his hair roughly, as though he had been hit with an epiphany. "Fuck, I'm turning into my father."
My expression turned hard at his words.
His father, the prick… the murderer… the monster…
Something my Edward would never be.
It angered me that he would make such a fucked-up comparison that couldn't be any more wrong.
I shifted on the bed, tucking my legs beneath me and leaning forward so that my face were level with his. My shock and confusion gave way to desperation. Desperation for him to see the truth and rid himself of that God-awful thought.
I looked at him, my eyes intense while I only saw despair in his.
"Shit on that, Edward. Shit on that; you're not your dad. You never will be. I know you'd never hurt me. I know that you love me. I trust you with my whole heart." He tried to look down then, sadness still clear in his expression, but I refused to let him and placed my hand gently under his chin to bring his eyes back to me. "And… I'll go with you. Okay? I'll go. I can't be away from you either, kid. You know that."
His green eyes suddenly glistened in the faint light as moisture began to build in them. But one corner of his mouth perked up, and a hint of relief became evident on his face.
"Oh, thank fucking God," he uttered quickly and leaned in to plant a firm kiss on my lips.
I kissed him back deeply, solidifying my decision as I pressed my mouth to his and closed my eyes tightly.
I was regretting the choice already. Regretting the pain it would cause my family. Regretting the way it would more than likely destroy my life.
But I couldn't refuse him. Like I said, I loved the kid and needed him as much as breathing.
As I changed into jeans and a T-shirt and packed my things in a small red suitcase, I stifled the cries that burned my throat, aching to be let loose. I couldn't help but look around that porch, spying the various items that I knew I'd miss forever. The blue Schwinn bicycle my dad was going to fix up for me. My mother's sewing supplies that sat in a wicker basket on the floor.
When I felt a single tear escape down my cheek, I shook my head and looked away, focusing on the task at hand and shoving more clothes into the suitcase.
Edward was pacing the room and had fallen quiet, lost in thought, a vertical line etched in his forehead.
"What do we do now, Edward?" I asked shakily as I snapped the suitcase closed.
He stopped moving and after a moment, came towards me, his expression still pensive but also sympathetic.
Gently, he placed his hands on each side of my face and pressed his forehead to mine. "We need a car, money, more food. I know where we can find all of it. I just need you to trust me."
I nodded into his hands, taking a deep breath and resolving myself to follow through with whatever had to be done.
His green eyes bore more intently into mine, then he added, "…And I need you to help me."
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As much as I tried, I couldn't stop the tears from falling as we walked away from my home that night. The light snoring coming from my father, that had always annoyed me so much, would serve as the last sound I ever heard from my family. Any attempt to ignore it was useless until it ultimately faded away in the distance, allowing me to finally dry my eyes and breathe steadily again.
It was well after midnight. The moon hung directly above us and lit our way as we treaded along the grass and weeds.
I knew whose house we were going to. Edward didn't even have to say his name. As we approached, I saw a dim light coming from one of the front windows of the small house, and I knew he was awake.
I had heard plenty about Aro Volturi. I had heard so much that I'd grown to almost hate him.
As Edward grew up, Aro Volturi had a habit of slapping him around for the dumbest shit imaginable. It was as though he found it amusing or was trying to make some sort of sport out of it.
I knew that he never wanted Edward, that he only felt obligated to keep him alive and didn't care that he damaged him from time to time with fists or harsh words.
In short, I had no problem stealing from that motherfucker.
We made it to the front porch, and I felt Edward's hand snatch mine and give it a gentle squeeze. We both kept looking straight ahead.
"Just trust me and do what I say. I love you, Little Devil."
"I trust you, and I love you, too."
With that, he reached into the front of his jeans with his other hand and pulled out a pistol, cocked it, and held it up, parallel with his shoulder.
I could only watch, my heart thumping loudly in my ears, a wave of nerves rushing through me as I studied his quick movements with the gun.
Somebody is going to die…
It was inevitable, but to even acknowledge it as fact made me fucking sick.
Then the moment was upon me, and we stepped to the door. Edward pushed it open roughly, forcing his way in as I followed behind.
Aro Volturi sat in a brown arm chair. His shirt was off, and he was lazily puffing on a cigar as Johnny Cash's voice was coming from a small radio.
He glanced up at our sudden entrance, surprise crossing his expression for only a split second before he returned to a relaxed state, apparently unfazed by the gun in Edward's hand.
"Miss me?" Edward asked dryly.
"What do you want, boy?" Aro responded in a heavy accent, emotionless.
"I'm leaving town, and I'm needing a few things. You're gonna give them to me." The gun twitched in his hand.
Aro chuckled. "What you gonna do with that, Edward? Shoot me if I say no? You don't have it in you."
Edward took a step forward. "Care to make a wager on that, fucker?" His hand sprang forward, and suddenly the gun was aimed directly at Aro's chest, a mere three feet away. But he neither flinched nor even squinted his eyes. His entire being was calm.
I, on the other hand, was frozen, watching in stunned horror. My breath was caught in my lungs, and all I could hear was my racing pulse hammering in my ears.
Edward was going to kill again.
"No," I tried to say, but no sound came when my lips formed the word.
Aro just chuckled again. "Put it away, boy. You won't do shit. You don't have the balls." Finally, he took notice of me standing by the door and glanced in my direction. "And I'm sure that pretty, little thing right there would agree with me."
Heat suddenly rushed to my face.
"…pretty, little thing…"
The words plagued me immediately, causing me to grow increasingly angry with each second as the insult to Edward and demeaning reference to me echoed in my mind again and again.
I took a slight step away from the door and stood straighter, my expression less fearful and more stern.
"Fuck you, Aro," Edward said. "And don't even fucking say a word about her!"
"Shoot me then. Go on and do it. Or are you still weak just as you've always been?"
His tone and demeanor remained calm and unmoved. He clearly felt no sense of threat even as Edward's steady hand pointed a gun directly at his chest.
Edward's jaw tightened, and he took in a deep breath. "Aro, I'm gonna shoot you dead. Then I'm going to take your car, your money, any fucking thing I need." He leaned forward, moving the gun closer. "You think I'm weak? Watch this."
I knew it was coming, but the blast of the shot still caused a scream to propel from my mouth, and I stumbled back. My hands flew to my ears as the thunderous noise reverberated throughout the living room. My eyes refused to look, and I turned away, terrified of what I knew I'd see.
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"Bella? Bella?" I heard him whisper. His voice sounded as if it was coming from within a tunnel, hazy and muffled.
Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and I recoiled, still lost in the madness that had just taken place.
"Bella, you're okay. We're okay. C'mon, we have to leave. And I need your help."
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