Chapter 7: Intruder

I went home really early next morning. Wasn't surprised at all at seen Carlisle there waiting for me. That is exactly the reason why i took a long shower before of going home, Paul's scent on my skin would only worsen everything. Thankfully though, he didn't said anything right away. I am really not in the mood for this kind of conversation.

I park my bike and walk the three steps to my front door real slowly. Not glancing into his direction once, i did my best to pretend he was not there.

I drop my keys in the kitchen table and go straight to the fridge to open the birthday present i have won from my co-worker. A cheap bottle of whiskey. The guy new how to gift someone.

I pour myself a dose and leave the

bottle in the center of the table. As i take a seat, i gulp down all of it, a grimace forever planted in my face.

"You're killing your liver." Is the first thing he says.

"And you're putting an end to my patience." Is my answer.

He sighs deeply, looking thoughtfull, probably trying to find a way of having this conversation without pushing me away even further. "I am deeply sorry, love."

"Are you?" I ask, disbelief written in my forehead.

"Of course." He looks almost sad at my mistrust.

"Sorry that you did it or sorry that you got caught?"

"Ah..."

Did i just left Carlisle Cullen speechless? Huh. I kind of like it.

"That's what i thought." I end the conversation by getting up and taking my whiskey back at the living room.

He followed me, of course. "I mean...of course I am sorry for not talking to you." This time he sounds much more sincere in his apology. "You are absolutely right. If i want us to be together again, you need to believe in me. And my behavior earlier was not trustfull. I am sorry, please forgive me, i swear to you it will never happen again."

"How many times have i heard you say this exact same words?"

"Please, love...sometimes, I am human too."

I was about to answer when suddenly Carlisle mood changed completely. He froze. Then unfroze, so suddenly my mind got dizzy. He went upstairs and cameback in less then 5 seconds. One of my shirts was in his hand.

"What?" I was almost afraid to ask.

"Someone was here." He replied.

"Victoria?" My heart beats faster just by the thought of that bitch anywhere close to my house.

"No. Someone else. I can't recognise the smell." By the look on his face he was genuinely confused.

Someone unknow was inside my house. Great. Just great.

I leave Carlisle alone in the living room, to check if is anything missing in the rest of the house. Thankfully, it is all still there.

"A stranger get into my house but does not take anything?" I ask him as soon i step into the living room, Carlisle is still standing in the same position i left him minutes ago.

"He did took something."

"What?" I demand, confused and a little scared too.

"A piece of your blouse."

And i finally realise why he was staring so intently into the shirt on his hand. It was torn apart.

"Why?" I whisper, moving closer to look at it.

"..." He doesn't say anything and that get's me a little worked up.

"Carlisle, do you really want to keep hiding things from me?" I ask, my voice full of repressed anger.

"No. Of course, not. I just...i am not sure." He sighs, looking worried and tired. "Maybe we are right about the army being made in Seattle. It explains why a piece of your clothes was stolen."

"So they can smell my scent?"

"And hunt you."

An involuntary shiver pass through my body and bite my lip worriedly. A thought cross my mind quickly and suddenly everything made sense. She is so smart, that bitch. "That's why she came here again. She was distracting you, all of you, so the other one could invade my house. Probably Bella's too."

"That makes a lot of sense." Carlisle agrees. "She attracted us to the same place. She knew we would fight each other and cause a commotion."

"Bitch." The anger i felt at her was much bigger then the fear it was starting to grow in my chest.

"Are you alright?" He ask, carefully, wanting to come close but no wanting to upset me more.

"Yes, i'm fine. But you get it now? If i was here when the other vampire..."

"I don't even want to think about that." He sigh, the look on his eyes troubled.

"No more hiding, Carlisle."

"No more. I promise."

"You still here?" I ask, as i descend the stairs to the living room. I thought i needed a bath to relax a little, apparently i was wrong, it will take much more than that for me to able to sleep alone in this house again.

"Would you rather i leave?" He ask, a little insecure about it.

"Whatever, Carlisle." I sigh, going straight to the spot where i've placed my whiskey bottle. It was not there anymore.

"Where is my whiskey?" I ask, biting my cheek lightly to calm myself a little bit.

"...hm..."

"Carlisle." I say his name between gritted teeths. Anger rising when i realise what he has done.

"I...i threw it away." He looked like he was almost to scared to say it.

...

"You threw it away?" My voice was void of any emotion, but the anger was rising inside of me so fast it almost left me blind. How dare he?

"I'm sorry but that thing isn't good for you." He stands taller as if to intimidate me, but sit down quickly when i hit him in the head with the couch cushion.

"Didn't we just have a conversation about you deciding things for me?" I yell, hitting him with the cushion repeatedly.

"I'm sorry...but, this is for your own good. I am saying this as your doctor..."

"You're not my doctor, you're nothing mine!" I huff, leaving him there and marching to the kitchen. He follows me, of course.

"I'm sorry, love, but you need to stop drinking."

"I don't want to hear it." I complain, trying to busy myself into making me something to eat.

"But you have to. It's not good for you to..."

I turn around quickly and cut him off. "Will you stop telling me what is good or not for me? You're not the owner of the truth, Carlisle. Actually, you don't know shit."

"I...forgive me. But i won't let you ruin your life like that." He whisper, but his eyes never leave mine.

"My life was ruined the moment you stepped into it." I say, enjoying the hurt i could see in his eyes. "If you really want to do me a favor. Stay away from me!"

I don't stay to see him out, i grab the sandwich i just made and turn around to go to my room. Carlisle does not move from his spot but i knew he would leave sooner or later.

Idiot. Thinks he knows everything.

I keep walking loudly until i reach my room. The window was open and i decide to sit there for a while and enjoy my lunch.

Who does he think he is? Threwing away my stuff. Asshole.

I eat my sandwich in record time, not stopping until it is all inside my mouth. The anger i felt a few minutes ago, had slightly gone away, but i could still feel the presence of him in my house. He still hasn't go. Great.

One day he will tire of waiting for me, i am sure of that.

But...do I really want him too?