Chapter 7

"Don't tell me you actually believe this nonsense, do you Catherine?"

"I don't know, Richard! You can't ignore the fact that everything Mary Alice sees comes true! Aren't you worried at all?"

"Of course I'm worried! I'm worried that our daughter has gone absolutely mad and it's affecting you and her friend!"

This has been going on for two days now. Alice and I could hear them through the thin walls all the time. This was the only thing they've been talking about ever since Richard came back from his trip. I looked over to Alice and my expression softened when I see her downcast one. My fingers slid across the sheets and threaded through her fingers. She slowly looked up at me with those eyes that made everything else irrelevant. For a second, she doesn't move, as if she's contemplating if I'm real. But in the next second, she's lying down on her back, pulling me along with her. I lied on my side, switching to my other hand to hold the one that's on her stomach instead.

"Do you think it will always be like this?" Alice asked, looking up at the ceiling.

For a moment, I'm silent too.

"No." I decided, "I know there's a world out there where things are not like this. I believe we'll both be here to see it."

A small smile graced Alice's lips when she turned over to face me. She let my hand rest on her waist while her own hand softly trailed from my hip, to my arm, and up the curve of my neck where she stopped. Her index finger stretched out just a little more to caress my jawline. My eyes flutter closed but opened again when I felt the faint brush of Alice's lips.

"You're the light in this never ending darkness…" Alice whispers against my lips.

My hand on Alice's waist tightened and I leaned in to capture the lips in front of me.

I wondered if it will always be like this.

If I will always feel like my heart is being crushed, yet so lightened, if Alice will always put me through a spiral of vertigo.

The house is silent again. Richard had left for another business trip and will be gone for a while, but I suspect it was because he's getting sick and tired of the shit Catherine and him argued about repeatedly. He couldn't even look at Alice while he was here. I think that kind of hurt Alice, but she didn't show it. Cynthia is still oblivious to everything going on since she's spending most of her time at that Henry kid's house. I guess that's a good thing though.

Catherine hasn't spoken to us much either, which I know kills Alice. But the main point was that Catherine was still cautious, which was good because Alice and I hung around the house a lot and volunteered to watch the shop while she went out.

The visions of Catherine being murdered still occurred to Alice, and it really puts her on the edge because they seem to be coming more often.

I was stuck on about what I needed to do to help Alice, but nothing really came to mind. Alice was usually too jittery to be doing anything other than worrying. There were rare moments and mostly when we were lying in bed at night where I could get Alice to stop thinking about everything for two seconds.

Alice and I never left the house now. If Catherine asked us to get her something from the store, only one of us went, usually me. If we needed to go get Cynthia, I will go. I usually volunteered because I didn't want anyone to make the trip difficult for Alice.

I think Alice knew that I do that, but she just goes along with it to appease me. I mean, a part of me knew that nothing would happen to Alice when she was out, maybe a few harsh words and stares here and there, but I knew no one would touch Alice purposefully.

That might've been because of the first time Alice went out to go to the grocery store to pick up some milk…

I leaned over the counter looking at the jewelry with boredom in my eyes. Catherine was in the kitchen mulling over what to make us for dinner today and even Cynthia would not indulge me with her ramblings today. She was very intent about making henry something in her room.

Just when I was mulling over stabbing myself in the eye with the nearby pen, I heard the door chime, signaling that someone was entering the store. My head shot up, enthusiastic about the prospect of having something to do.

My face immediately fell when I saw Alice walking in with a tight expression and I knew she was trying her best not to cry.

I ran to the other side of the counter and straight up to her.

"Alice," I started, trying to get her to look up at me. "What's wrong? Where's the milk?"

Alice's lips were trembling but she refused to make any eye contact with me. I sighed and began to rub my hands on her arms soothingly before they migrated up to Alice's cheeks. They gently nudged her face in an upward direction and Alice finally slowly leveled her eyes with mine.

I studied her face and frowned quite noticeably when I noticed a very, very small scratch on her cheekbone on the left side of her face. It was very minor, probably would disappear within two days, but I was still so fucking upset and angry about it.

"Who did this to you?"

Alice didn't say anything and her lips pouted into a frown of her own. She looked like a sullen puppy and edges of her eyes were filling up with water quick.

"Alice," I sighed out quietly. My eyes darted around the room to see if Catherine was in eyesight. When I affirmed that no one would be interrupting us anytime soon, I focused my attention back to Alice and bumped my nose against Alice's tenderly. She sniffled right after, and I nipped at her bottom lip, as if scolding her for not telling me.

"Tell me who was fucking dumb enough to hurt you."

Alice sighed and held the fabric at my elbows lightly.

"It was Alexander, the cashier at the grocery store in town. You've seen him a couple times. He's the one with the dirty blonde hair."

Ah yes, I remember the fucking prick. The couple times I encountered the boy, he was glaring at Alice while we checked out our groceries together but wouldn't say a peep because I was gauging his eyes out with a glare of my own.

"I see…" I said. "And what exactly happened that you've returned to me with a scratch on your cheekbone?"

My hands moved down from her cheeks and kept their place on her arms instead.

Alice bit her lip and turned away for a second before she pouted back at me.

"I was checking out some milk at his till when he scoffed at me and asked me where my bodyguard was. I didn't answer him because there were people all around. He gave me a sickening look when I handed him the money for the milk. He took the money from me before he threw it back at me. The money must've nicked my skin from the angle it hit my face. He told me to get out the store. Everyone was staring so I just picked up the money and left…"

My hands were tightening as Alice told me the story. When she finished, I realized that I was starting to hold her too tight and relaxed my grip.

I was fuming. How fucking dare this asshole treat Alice that way? Who the fuck does he think he is?

I forced the air out of my nose and released my hold on Alice. I pried the money out of Alice and turned to the door, taking my jacket from the coat hook beside the door.

"Stay in the store with your mom. I'm going to get the fucking milk."

"Bella—"

I turned to Alice with a small smirk on my lips and shook my head.

"It'll be okay, Alice."

With that I walked out the door, holding the money I took from Alice and jammed them into my pocket.

I set off into town and approached the grocery store. I waited at the back door because I knew all the workers here left work from this door. I assumed Alexander was getting off in the next 10 minutes or so since he probably worked a morning shift.

For the next ten minutes, I contemplated if I was doing the right thing. If scooping down to Alexander's level for revenge would somehow reflect me as no better than the fucking jackass.

I quickly brushed the thought away.

One, the jackass deserve whatever the fuck he was getting for treating Alice as if she were dirt, as if she were not human and demoralizing her.

Two, for Alice, I would gladly become a villain.

The backdoor quickly swung open and my head shifted to see Alexander swaggering out, a cigarette between his lips, unlit.

His eyes noticed me from the sidelines and her wriggled his eyebrows together. Clearly he recognized me.

"What the fuck you doin' here?" His words slightly muffled from the cigarette.

I stood up straight, my hands still crammed into my pockets. I leveled his stare with an unimpressed look of my own.

"I think you know exactly why I'm here, Alexander."

He merely scoffed and rolled his eyes. I felt myself clench my teeth together tightly. Alexander lit his smoke and blew some out before he spoke again.

"What? Is this about your little fuckin' cursed chippy that came by today? What? Did she come home cryin' to you or somethin'?"

My fists were clenching into a tight ball inside my pockets, but I tried to remain calm.

"Yes, this is about Alice coming by today and trying to buy some milk. She came home not only with no milk, but a scratch on her cheekbone as well. Want to fucking explain that to me, you abominable twat."

Alexander scowled at me, clearly thinking that my vulgar language was not meant for a lady.

Like I gave a shit.

"Yeah, so fuckin' what? I threw her dirty money back and didn't let her buy some goddamn milk. Don't cry about it."

I let out a laugh that seemed to confuse him. Before he knew it, I reared my hand out of my pocket and socked him in the face as hard as I could. He stumbled back slightly, his cigarette falling from his lips as he tumbled over his own clumsy feet and landed on his ass.

I approached him coolly and leaned down towards him. He was cradling his face with evident shock.

"You see, Alice did cry about this and I hate seeing Alice cry. So, listen here bub, I don't fucking care if you don't like Alice, but if I ever, ever see you treat Alice in any similar disgusting way as you did today, I fucking come after you, pal. I will fucking come after you and shove the nearest object I have through you, you fucking got that?"

Alexander was holding his face in shock; his eyes wide open, still not believing that I just punched him in the face.

I neared my face closer to his and seethed at him.

"Do. You. Fucking. Understand?"

He seemed to snap out of his stupor and nodded vigorously. I rolled my eyes and stood up straight.

"Also, I expect you to run back into the store and grab me milk. I think your vile act today earned Alice her previous purchase free, don't you think?"

Alexander jumped back up and disappeared through the door. I sighed as I squashed out the still lit cigarette on the cement floor. Within minutes, Alexander was back as he shoved the milk in my hands. I smiled as if I was grateful, feeling a little satisfaction at the bruise forming on his on left cheekbone. With that, I turned away and began to walk off.

When I heard the familiar charm go off when I stepped into the jewelry store, Alice was already waiting in front of the counter for me. She looked at me worriedly when I sauntered up to her. My fist was still throbbing like hell when I reached Alice, but I held up the milk for her anyhow and shoved the money back into her hands.

"I got the milk."

I still see the prick whenever I need to run to the grocery store, but we just pretend the whole encounter didn't happen and he just checks my grocery out silently.

Very rarely, sometimes on my way home if I finish an errand early, I go to the spot Alice and I share and lay down there by myself.

Sometimes, everything was just so overwhelming. I find that I feel like I'm in this big ocean and the waves are crashing down on me, never allowing me to catch my breath.

So I sit here in silence, in my own thoughts.

Sometimes I can't believe that I'm here with Alice still. It's too amazing that I'm here with her.

Not only that, but she's in love with me.

Me.

Isabella Swan.

It would be so easy for me to fall for her. She's ridiculously beautiful, kind, humorous, a little sassy but I love it, and how can your heart not beat against your ribcage when she looks at or touches you?

But for her to fall for me, just average me, it's amazing and it brings me nearly to tears.

It was a rare occasion when I thought back to home. When I thought about Charlie and if he was trying to survive off of pizza and beer again, or when I thought about Renée and if Phil was taking care of her when they travelled the world together. I wondered if they cried a lot because I'm not there.

And sometimes, just sometimes, I thought about the Cullens in the future.

Did they know I was gone? Did they care? Does Esme cry a lot or has she found a new daughter to play with?

Does Carlisle bury himself in work because I can't tease him about taking a break or the humans will find it weird if he's working 24/7?

Does Emmett still get his ass handed him whenever Jasper plays Xbox with him and have to turn to someone else to cry about it because I was no longer there?

Does Rosalie smile a lot more now because there was no human ruining her mood?

I couldn't care less about what Edward was doing because I already knew what he was doing.

Brooding.

And last, but never least…Alice.

Did she force herself to not see my future? Does she go shopping alone now because she had no one to drag out the door and into her car to go with her? Did she watch the cooking channel still? Or did she find it irrelevant now? Did she continue on with movie and sleepover nights alone or had she found someone new to do them with?

Did she miss me?

Did she forget about me?

Did she regret leaving me behind without so much of a look?

And was she suffering a lot now because she couldn't find me even if she tried?

Good, I thought strangely.

Let them all feel a fraction of what I felt.

But usually before I get too broody at that point, I thought about the better things like how I feel about Alice now.

When I really think about it, I couldn't stay angry with Alice for too long. It's just too hard. I can't hold any type of grudge against her when she was completely oblivious. I couldn't be mad when she wasbatting her eyes at me and smiling just enough for me to see her teeth, and I definitely couldn't stay mad when her lips were smothering mine.

It's enough to keep me elated and sane until my next self pep talk.

I think the problem with people and love is that it wasn't that they don't put enough effort to being with the person they want to be with, but the problem lied within sticking around when things got tough.

I'll admit this whole thing is really stressful and depressing. It almost makes me want to run.

There seems to be some kind of time bomb ticking down and it's bringing both Alice and I to the edge. It's like the more often the visions come, the less time we have.

That means we never leave the house now. Any errands now only lasts about 10 minutes maximum. We barely have Cynthia home now because if something does happen, at least the young girl won't be there to see it.

Believe or not, all this tension has actually had Alice and I fight for the first time.

It was probably one of the worst things I had dealt with.

Alice was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. All day she'd been irritated and hot tempered. It was starting to get my nerves, but I was trying to be understanding considering the situation.

The whole day, Alice and I were being tense because she was being so short-tempered that I rarely spoke to her. When I walked into our room, I shut the door gently and leaned against it with a sigh.

Looking at her from here made me lose any hot-tempered feelings. With a slight push off the door, I made my way to Alice. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her as soothingly as I could.

"Hey, Alice." I said. She didn't reply, didn't even indicate anyway that she heard me.

"Let's get some fresh air for a second, okay? It might help."

It seemed my sentence snapped Alice back to life because she whipped her head up to look at me with a glare and sprang up.

"How will that help, Bella? Leave my mother here defenseless while we go dilly-dally outside and kiss? You're not helping here!"

Her words hit me like bricks and I felt tears spring immediately to my eyes when I stood up to match her glare.

"What the hell you do think I've been doing all this time, Alice? Standing here with my finger up my ass? I'm just trying to find ways to have you less stressed! You can't blame me for trying."

Alice scoffed and turned her head away.

"Well, it's not helping, Bella!"

I sighed loudly and turned away myself. I glared hard at the dent in the wall in front of me so the tears wouldn't fall from my eyes.

"I'm not here to be your punching bag, Alice. I know this situation sucks, but it doesn't give you the right it take it out on me, especially if I'm just trying to help you. When I said get some fresh air, we could've just stood on the porch. When I said some fucking fresh air, I didn't fucking say we had to go around kissing. Fuck, Alice. If you don't want to talk or kiss me, just fucking say so."

I ran my hand through the top of my hair and sniffled. Alice was silent and I just shook my head before turning towards the door, grabbing my jacket from the coat hook on the door and turned the knob open.

"I'm going to go outside for a bit."

Without looking or bothering to hear what Alice had to say, I shut the door quietly behind me and whipped my jacket over my shoulder and slipped it on.

I didn't miss a step or slow down until I felt the cold air hit my face. I sighed in relief and relished in the rare cold air.

I sat down on the outside curb and jammed my hands in my pockets.

I was so angry and I felt so defeated.

How do you win against something that you don't know when it's going to happen?

How do you beat the future?

I laughed at myself when I thought about what Alice once said to me when we first became friends.

"The future always changes. It changes when you make decisions. You must always make decisions because whether you like it or not, change will happen and you don't want to be left behind."

Before I could wallow up in any more thoughts, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the curb.

I knew right away it was Alice. She had this distinct smell of vanilla and berries and her steps are always light.

When she sat down next to me, I didn't acknowledge her presence.

Sue me for being a little childish.

Alice seemed to notice that I was a little miffed still and sighed. She lifted her cool hands, emitting whatever warmth left they might've had onto my cheeks. Her fingers gently pushed my face to look at hers.

When I reluctantly looked at her, she leaned in, her eyes closed and her nose gently nudging just right by mine. Her lips brushed the edge of my lips and I sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day.

"I'm sorry." She whispered to me.

"I don't mean to take my stress out on you and I don't mean to make you feel like our relationship is a burden. Please don't leave me."

My eyebrows bunched together confusedly and I reached my own hand up to thread them through Alice's.

I waited until she opened her eyes to speak.

"Alice…did you think that just because we're fighting that I was going to leave you?"

Alice pouted but nodded slowly nonetheless. Her eyes were big and round and I could tell that she was scared.

I sighed and shook my head. I put my forehead against hers, my hand switching to wrap around her fingers in a firm grip.

"Alice…just because things get hard doesn't mean I'm going to leave. I love you, Alice. It's sound lame when I say it, but that's how I feel. I'm never going to give this up until you want me really want me to."

Alice eyes were welling up with tears but she was smiling. She seemed to choke on her laugh slightly when she pushed her face closer to mine. When her lips hit mine, I internally sighed so contently. My lips moved against hers and I noted that she was getting so much better than when we first started kissing.

When Alice pulled away for air, I could still feel her breath on my lips. It was so warm and I felt so in place with the universe for a second.

"I love you, Isabella Swan." Alice murmured into my lips.

After that, we began to relax a little bit more. Doesn't mean we forgot about our situation, but we're less temperamental with each other. I mean, I guess just because we're going to be holed up in this house for god knows how long watching out for any serial killers, doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. Our fun includes mostly cleaning around the unknown secluded areas of the house (which means we're really just making out there).

'It's going to be okay.' I remind myself.

We're starting to near the end of the month now and so far, everything is okay still, if anything, maybe a little better. The visions have stopped coming.

We've read that as it's going to be okay.

Richard has only come home once and he commented on about how we were a little pale. Cynthia told him that it was because we rarely leave the house now to which he only hummed to.

Other than that, Richard left as quickly as he came. He talked a little to Catherine who seemed more calm and happy to see her husband.

"I think things are okay."

"See Catherine, what did I tell you? It was all nonsense."

"You were right honey, what was I thinking?" She laughed quietly to herself.

"Have a safe trip and come home soon!"

"I will honey, I love you."

I scoffed. Richard was all kinds of loony.

Whatever keeps the man away though, I guess…

With the weekend here, the shop was much busier than usual. None of us left the store with the overwhelming amount of customers that needed to be helped.

Unfortunately that meant that we had to skip dinner as well. Around 9 o'clock the last customer left and it was dark out.

"Whew! We haven't that many customers since last year's valentine's day! I'm pretty beat, I'm going to go out to the restaurant in town quickly before it closes and get us some takeout."

Alice and I quickly looked at each other and whipped our heads back to Catherine.

"Uh, no that's okay Catherine, I'll go get it!" I said to her. Catherine looked at me weird and shook her head.

"That's sweet, but you don't know where the restaurant in town is because you haven't ate there yet."

"I'll go get it then!" Alice said, which made me whip my head to look at her.

Catherine raised her eyebrow at Alice and shrugged.

"Okay I guess, but hurry on with it then, it's quite late."

Alice nodded her head and took the money from Catherine. When she was slipping her coat on, she looked at me and smiled. My lips were pursed but I tried to smile back at her. It probably came out more like a grimace though.

It's been only 7 minutes since Alice left and Catherine popped her head through the door into the other room where I was sitting.

I looked up at her questionably and she had a small pleading look on her face and I was dreading what she was about to say.

"Hey Isabella, I'm really sorry I should've told Alice before she left but we ran out of milk again. I forgot that Richard took the last bit with him before he went on his trip. Could you be a dear and go to the grocery store and get some for me? Cynthia can't sleep at night unless she drinks a glass of milk at night."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Of course Richard would take the last glass of milk, that fucking douchebag.

"Uhm…yeah…sure I guess."

Catherine smiled and held out some money for me.

"Great! Oh! Can you also pick up Cynthia as well? She's practically lives at that boy's house nowadays."

I was cursing internally in my head as I put on my jacket.

Fuck, Alice was going to be fucking pissed.

I left the store calmly before booking it into a sprint. I could pick up milk and Cynthia in 20 minutes if I ran the whole way.

I made it into the town grocery store within 8 minutes and ran down the aisles not giving one single fuck at everyone staring at me. I practically budged like 3 people in line to check out the milk.

After that, I ran outside on the way to Henry's house to pick up Cynthia. I looked down at my watch.

11 minutes.

Okay, so I was a little bit a head of sched—

"Oof!"

I landed on my ass with the milk on my lap.

Ugh, so not my day.

"Sorry!"

I looked up in surprise when I was staring at Alice who only stumbled back a couple steps.

"Bella?"

Shit.

"Bella, why are you here?"

I groaned as I stood up and patted the dirt off of my pants.

"Your mom forgot to tell you to get milk and Cynthia before you left, so she made me go."

Alice frowned but nodded.

"Okay...I haven't gotten any visions lately, so it should be okay...picking up Cynthia is on the way back, so we might as well go together. Let's just hurry, okay?"

Alice and I jogged the rest of the way to Henry's house and rang the doorbell. It took a couple seconds before anyone opened the door.

"Oh! Hello, I'm assuming you're here for Cynthia?" A young woman with blonde hair said when she opened the door.

"Yes, if you could please get her, that would be wonderful." Alice said with a polite smile.

The woman smiled and nodded.

Well, at least there are people in this town that aren't complete assholes to Alice.

Within minutes, Cynthia was jumping down the stairs and running towards us.

"Mary Alice! Isabella! You're here!"

I smiled at Cynthia and nodded.

"Yup! Hurry on and say your goodbyes, we gotta go home quick. We picked up dinner and your mother is at home hungry."

Cynthia nodded and turned to the woman and Henry and hugged them both goodbye.

"Thank you for looking after her." Alice said again with her polite smile. The woman shook her head.

"It was no problem. Cynthia is a very sweet girl. Have a safe trip home."

We nodded once more before we turned around and started walking again.

Cynthia held both our hands while we held our things in our other hand.

"Why are you guys walking so fast?" Cynthia asked with a whine in her voice.

"We're just eager to go home and eat." Alice replied.

Just as we turned the corner, a clearly frail and old woman stopped us. She was looking around with a piece of paper in her hand, hobbling on her walking stick.

I inwardly groaned.

We were never going to get home at this rate.

"I'm sorry, dears, but it seems I'm a bit lost. I'm not from around town and just here visiting a friend. Can you tell me where this house is?" The old woman said while shakily pointing to the paper she was holding.

Alice took the paper and looked at it, she returned the paper and smiled.

"You're actually not that far. It's just a block from here on your left."

The old woman smiled at us and stuffed the paper in her purse.

"Thank you very much, dears."

Just as we were about to walk away, Cynthia pulled us back.

"Wait! We should walk the old woman to the block. She doesn't seem like she can walk too well."

This time it was Alice who seemed to be inwardly groaning.

"Cynthia…we really need to get home."

The little girl shook her head stubbornly and released her hand and ran after the old woman.

"No way! Just wait here for me then."

Before we could say anything, Cynthia was already walking the old woman hand in hand.

"Great." Alice muttered. Alice turned to me with a frown and I only shrugged at her.

"Try not to worry Alice. The block is just a minute away. Cynthia will be back soon. We're so close to home."

Alice sighed, knowing I was right.

"Sorry…It's just…it's so quiet. All the lights are turning off in people's houses and the street lights are starting to turn off as well."

I nodded understandingly and held her hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

Alice sighed and relaxed the muscles in her shoulders. True to my word, Cynthia returned in a couple minutes. Alice scolded her a bit and Cynthia apologized and then we were off on our way once more, although rather quickly.

"So, what did you do today?" I asked Cynthia to break the tense silence. Cynthia went off on her ramble, wasting no time to tell me what a great day she had.

She was swinging our hands back and forth as she told her story and I listened with interest. We turned the corner and we're close to home.

"Then Henry pushed this boy because he was saying mean things about me and it was so cool! The other boy cried and ran away. And then—"

"Oh no."

Alice's voice was low and laced with dread. I turned my head to look at what Alice was looking at.

It was the shop. The door was open, but just barely.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath.

We all went into the house quietly. We didn't want to risk calling out Catherine and attract whoever was in the house if they were still here.

Once we were in the house, I gagged and brought my sleeve up to cover my nose.

"Ugh, what's that smell?"

I dropped the milk down quietly onto the floor and watched Alice do the same with the food.

We quietly listened to see if anyone was still in the house. After total silence, we went on searching.

"Cynthia, go to the neighbors and call the police." I told a pale and terror-stricken girl and shoved her out. I turned back to Alice.

"Shit, Alice. We either have to get outside right now or find your mom within the next two minutes. This is probably a gas leak and we shouldn't be breathing it in." I told Alice as I teared up my sleeves and part of my blouse to fold into halve and held it up to my nose. I gave the other one to Alice.

Alice nodded but I could tell from her eyes that she already knew what had happened here.

We both knew.

We just didn't want to believe it.

We made our way into the kitchen.

I cursed inwardly, wondering how foolish we could be to think that everything was okay as we neared the kitchen.

We were reading the signs all wrong.

Alice gripped onto my hand while held the ripped clothing closer to our noses.

The door to the kitchen was nearly closed. Alice lifted her hand slowly up and placed it on the door. Pausing for a moment, she looked at me from the corner of her eye.

She pushed it opened and looked in.

Just because the vision stopped coming didn't mean that we were safe.

It just meant that everything had been finalized.

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