I can Still Feel You
Readers: I ought to let you know that in chapter four, I went back and changed some stuff to make the story better. So, it might be a good idea for you old readers to go back, lest I be pounded with angry and confused reviews.
Last time…
A light flicked on in the hallway. It stung my eyes. This super-sense thing was getting really old.
"Alice?" I groaned.
"No." That voice. I shot up. I saw him standing there, in my doorway.
"I told you to get out. That meant for good," I growled.
He sighed. "Bella—"
"Don't you 'Bella' me. Get. Out," I growled.
He sighed again. "Alice…arranged plane tickets. Anna and I will be flying out in the morning. I thought you ought to know."
I clutched my pillow. "Get out," I growled.
It was quiet for a moment. I looked up. Nope. He was still there.
"Bella…I was wondering…your human skin was white—almost literally—and this 'Michael' you were married to…his skin was white…"
I looked up at him sharply. "I looked him up. He was quite good. Anyway, his skin was white…so why is Anna's brown?"
I flinched, and hid the motion with my pillow. "I don't think you need to know that."
"Well, seeing as Carlisle and Esme already know of this Michael, and when I tell them you were married to him, they're going to want to know…and if I don't know the story, I can't tell them."
"I still don't think you need to know that."
"Yes, I do."
"No. You don't."
"Yes I—"
I lunged at him. My knee caught him in the stomach, and my fist caught his throat. I drove him into the banister—in the hallway. He threw me off him, and I went through my bedroom wall. I rolled out of it. Part of me was thinking, Wow. I didn't know I could do that. The rest of me was planning how to beat Edward.
He was in front of the hole I had made through the wall. He lunged at me. I moved slightly. Since Edward can't fly or change direction in midair, he kept on going. Through my window.
I leaned out through the shards. He glared up at me, brushing glass off his shirt. I yelled out, "When I say you don't need to know, you don't need to know!"
For a moment, he looked as though he was going to come back up. Then, he whirled around and stalked off to his stupid, shiny Volvo. I watched him drive off. Then, as his tail lights faded, I turned back to my bed. I clutched my pillow close to my chest. I fell into a kind of stupor—I don't know if it was hours or just minutes before Alice banged through my door.
"Bella? Edward and Anna just left the hotel. He seemed angry…and sore. What happened?"
She appeared in my doorway. I rolled away from her. "Don't wanna talk. Go away." My voice was muffled through my pillow.
She was by me in an instant. She stroked my hair. "What did you fight about?"
"I don't wanna talk. Go away."
"Can't. I checked out of the hotel. I've got nowhere else to go. Besides, someone's got to look after you."
"Why?" I moaned.
"Silly Bella," she whispered. "You're a newborn vampire. I've got to make sure you don't go and kill anybody. Besides," she brightened up, "I've got to help you fix your window and the door that Edward broke. And the wall that you broke. The people who are going to buy your house wouldn't exactly like holes everywhere."
Okay, that grabbed my attention. "Who said anything about selling my house?"
"I believe I just did. Anyway, you'll have to move sooner or later. Why not sooner? And these people need it more than you. You can stay with me and Jasper. They're going to have a baby, Bella." Her voice had taken on a pleading tone.
"Fine," I sighed. "But I'm not telling you what we fought about."
I swiped the paintbrush across the door for a final time. The paint was a dark forest green. It was splattered across the old pair of overalls, along with other paint stains. Alice and I had repainted the whole house.
"Okay, Alice. I'm done. List it!" I called. A few furious clicks and taps later, she yelled back, "Done!" I sighed and flopped down on the couch. She was beside me again. I reached for the remote. Alice snatched it out of my fingers.
"No, Bella. You have to go pack. They'll be here…" she raised one finger as a blank look crossed her face. "…a week from…Tuesday. Go. Shoo!" she shooed me all the way up the stairs.
"Alice, if they're going to be here a week from Tuesday, how are we going to pack up the furn—oh, right." I grimaced. I had forgotten the speed.
"I'll get on the furniture. You get on everything else," she ordered, and pointed me to my room.
I pulled a suitcase from under my bed, and unzipped it. I flicked the radio on, and started to sing along while I tossed clothes into my suitcase. I didn't even notice the words for a minute.
It's that feeling that someone
Is standing behind me
And I turn around and there's no one there
And it's the sensation
That someone just whispered
Yeah and I still hear your voice but you're not really here
Your memory is like a ghost
And my heart is its host
Odd. I had wrapped my fingers around something hard and square. I yanked it out. In my hands I held an old photograph—about ten years old. It showed a young man, with russet skin and deep brown eyes. A familiar grin graced his lips. Oh no. The picture dropped from my fingers.
I can still feel you just as close as skin
Every now and then
"Bella? Did you drop something? I heard glass break," Alice's voice took a minute to register in my head. I crumpled to the floor. She was by my side in an instant.
All by myself, in a crowded room, or my empty bed
there's a place you've touched
With your love no one gets close to
I sluggishly turned my head to face her. "I think," I said slowly, "I'm ready to tell you what…what we argued about." I took a deep breath. "It all started seventeen years ago…"
I can still feel you, I can still feel you, I can still feel you, I can still feel you
A/N: Yes, yes, I know, evil author. Cliffy again. Heehee. I'm evil. Get used to it. Anyway, for you people like me who are too interested in the story to read whatever I put up top, here it is again:
Readers: I ought to let you know that in chapter four, I went back and changed some stuff to make the story better. So, it might be a good idea for you old readers to go back, lest I be pounded with angry and confused reviews.
Okay, now that that's out of the way, I'm very sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was going to, but the computer messed up my save and deleted everything, and I got kicked off the computer so I couldn't retype it. So, sorry, or else this would have been chapter eight. Blame Dell.
Twilight…still not mine…Song…Collin Raye's…truffles…cookies…reviews…
I'm just tired of typing. Bye, O Readers and Reviewers. May the blessings of many gods and goddesses rain down upon those who review. Ciao.
Achaya.
