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I stand there my hands limp by my sides, a the tingly sensation on my lips.
"Hey Bella." Emily skipps over, and looked at me curiously.
"Hi Emily." I smile, but instead of asking she smiles.
"Hey since it seems Edward already left, I was going to ask if we could stop at my house so I can get some clothes and stuff?" Emily asks, and I nod, still in my daze.
"Thanks." She smiles and we get into my car. My hands feel numb and weak so when I get out my keys, they slip out of my hands. Emily quickly picked them up for me.
"Was my brothers kiss that good?" Emily giggles, and I blush a bright red and start the car.
We stopped at her house, the same house, where I saw Mr. Masen for the first time. He had pushed Edward against the wall, and just from afar, Mr. Masen scared the crap out of me.
"Will you come in with me?" Emily turns to me playing with her hands nervously. I already knew I would say yes. She looked so scared. It was sad to watch her sit there and suffer.
"Yeah." I say.
"Okay." She seemed to relax but didn't get out of the car. She turns to look out the window again, and this time I could tell she was specifically looking at something. I try to follow her gaze, and I ended up looking at a mail box. Just a closed mail box, but for some reason it made her tense up.
"Alright." She sighs, but its shaky.
"Come on." I try to smile reassuringly. I think she hears it because she starts getting out the car, and I do to. She starts hesitantly walking up to the door, and I follow close behind. She turns to me.
"Stay close to me." She whispers and then turns back around, and continues heading to the door. Their house looks nice, it painted a light blue and has a little black gait around it. There are chimes hanging on the porch and a Welcome mat. The chimes, sing softly as the wind goes threw them. The door is white, and the paint looks a little messed up, nothing you could notice from afar, but as you walk up you can tell. On the side is their address number, and one of the numbers is missing. I watch as Emily approaches it, and gently places her fingers on the number right below from the blank space where a number is missing. She turns to lose number three up and it looks like an E. I have a feeling she's marking that she's home. For who, I'm not sure. She left it like that and gently knocked on the door, her hand was shaking. She waited patiently for someone to answer the door, but froze in place when she heard footsteps. They were light, but you could hear them coming, and finally someone opened the door.
"Hello." A beautiful woman answers the door, her voice so charming and her eyes so bright, just like Edward and Emily's. That beautiful green. Her hair is even lighter than Edwards and she was so beautiful. She looked young maybe in her 30's or so. She is wearing blue jeans and a light brown shirt, her hair is in a messy bun, but some how its so beautiful on her. But as I look at her, she looks tired and I see a scratch on her cheek, it looks like its healing, so its fading, but I can still see it. She looks at me surprised.
"Mom." Emily smiles and runs into the woman's arms. The woman looks so touched by the small gesture. This was Mrs. Masen.
"Emmy, darling." Her mom smiles down at her.
"Your up?" Emily asks shocked.
"Yeah, you're aunt Esme called." Her mom beamed down at her.
"Oh I miss her." Emily says.
"Yeah she misses you too. So does you're uncle Carlisle." Her mom touches her hair.
"Oh mom, this is Bella, a good friend of mine." Emily gestured to me.
"Hi Bella, I'm Elizabeth." Her mom, smiles at me, and I smile back .
"Hi." I say.
"Come on in." She says, and we follow her mom in, and that's when I notice it. I see that it wasn't her footsteps we heard coming it was the cane she was gripping with her left hand. She limps forward, holding onto the cane tightly as it helps her balance. I tried hard not to gasp, and to look away, and I did, because I thought I was being rude. I had seen plenty of people with canes, heck my grandma had one. But this seem to be different. Her mom limps to the couch and takes a sit sighing heavily. Emily looks around the house nervously.
"Emily he's not here." Her mom sighs looking down.
"Oh." Emily sighs, but I think its in relief.
"I'm staying at Bella's for a while." Emily says instead of asking.
"Okay." Her mom smiles. Emily motions for me to follow her, as her mom sits there peacefully on the couch. I follow Emily up the stairs and notice there are not photos on the walls in the halls what so ever. Their were four rooms, up stairs, she led me to the one all the way down the hall. When we entered her room, I was surprised to see it was like mine. She had a lot of books, and her room had a warm vibe to it. I like her room it was really nice.
"I like your room." I compliment.
"Thanks my aunt Esme did everything." She says as she looks for something in a pile of clothes.
"So many books." I say touching her book stacks.
"Edward reads most of them, but they are technically mine." She murmurs. And lays something on her bed. I pick up one of the books, and its Wuthering Heights. I pick it up and look at Emily who is looking at me now.
"Edward reads, Wuthering Heights?" I ask, just a bit incredulously.
"Yeah, he thinks those books are interesting. He's not gay." She adds the last part quickly.
"But you already knew that." She giggles, and I blush putting my hands to my face. I hear her come up to me.
"You like him, a lot. I see it." I hear a smile in her voice.
"Shhh Emily!" I shush, raising my head out of my hands and know for fact I am blushing furiously.
"What? Are you telling me that whole make out session was nothing?" She asks teasingly.
"I cant believe you saw us!" I groan and if possible blush a deeper red.
"You were the one who said, meet me at your car!" She laughed and I laughed with her. Partly glad someone had saw, so I know I wasn't imagining it. I hadn't ever seen Emily do joyful, o excited. So… happy.
"Where did he go after school anyways?" I ask.
"He is probably at the park or something." She shrugs.
"Why?" I asks confused.
"He is a very stressed person. Its good for him and I cant thank you enough for letting me spend the week with you." Emily smiled wide. Which reminded me, I had to call home still to ask. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my mom's number.
"What should I tell her?" I ask Emily as she starts looking for something.
"Tell her its family problems." Emily says casually.
"Oh, is that a lie?" I ask, not sure if it was true or not. But before she could answer my mom answered the phone.
"I wish it was." I could have sworn Emily whispered under her breath.
"Hey mom!" I say into the phone, trying to ignore what I thought Emily had said.
"Hey Bells, what's up? Where are you?" She was slightly worried.
"I'm at The Masen's." I say, and the other end goes silent.
"Why?" She asks finally.
"Well I have been becoming really close to Emily and Edward." I answer telling the truth.
"Oh well that's nice." My mother, says happily.
"Yeah they are really nice people." I comment.
"I would like to meet them." She insists.
"Well that can be arranged soon… you see, Emily is having some family problems, and she was wondering, well I was wondering if she could stay with us for the week?" I ask, very hesitant, scared she will say no.
"Oh well yes that's fine." My mom says slowly but concerned.
"Really?" I ask, a bit shocked, she said yes so quickly.
"Yes, what a fine opportunity to meet Emily." I hear a smile in my moms voice. My mom needed change from her regular schedule, and I think this was something she counted as change. After Emily, gets done packing and we leave her room, but she turns to me before we go down stairs.
"You want to see Edward's room?" She asks, a little excited.
"Yeah." I say unsure, she, grabs my hand and pulls me back down the hall, knowing me I stumble here and there, but safely get to the door right next to Emily's.
"I would show you that room, but only Edward has a key to that room." She points to the door, beside, Edwards, and then open Edward's bedroom. I walk in after Emily and it looks like a boys room, except slightly neater, there were books on shelves almost everywhere in his room, and a large window, in the corner. His bed was made, and I didn't see any clothes on the ground.
"This is Edward." Emily sighs, looking around.
"Wow." I breathe.
"I know, shocker right." I feel her eyes go to me, then to the room again.
"What's in the next room?" I ask, curiously.
"Its- well I'll let him show you that." She decides, and it only makes me more curious. I go on and look around, I notice, there is a bed made on the side of Edward's bed, a little bed made out of blankets and pillows. I don't say anything, because I don't know what to ask, but I sure don't stop my self from thinking, and trying to figure it out. I come up with nothing. And its just another mystery to add to the Masen's.
After long introduction with my mom, and some bonding time with all three of us, I finally get to show Emily my room. She seems very relaxed and happy to be here, and it makes me happy. Along with my mother, who seems overjoyed with company. I smile at the thought as Emily looks around my room.
"Its sort of like my room." She smiles.
"I know." I laugh.
"You have a lot of books too, and Wuthering Heights." She looks at some of my books.
"Yep." I smile.
"You like to read like Edward." Its not a question, it's a statement.
"Yeah." I nod.
"I like to watch things outside." She sits on my bed, and faces the window. She liked to observe.
"Why did you start talking to me and my brother?" She asks, still looking out my window.
"I didn't want to go by the rumors, so I decided to get to know you." I say and feel like I have repeated myself before.
"Hm." She hums peacefully.
"What do people say about me?" She turns to me and I freeze. Her eyes are truly curious.
"Stuff I would not like to repeat." I murmur.
"What do they say about, Edward?" She asks instead.
"That he's a heart breaker. Has had many girlfriends, he's a trouble maker,… he burnt down the house or something." I say tilting my head, because to me they are all questions. Emily starts laughing, as she sits on my bed, facing me now.
"What?" I ask.
"They are such creative liars." She laughs.
"I know." I laugh a little myself because just seeing Emily laugh, makes me happy I guess. Then I feel a little relieved that they are all really rumors. She stops laughing and smiles.
"I'm glad you don't believe, all the things you hear." She sighs, and she doesn't know how close I was to actually believing all of it.
"Well, my dad might be home soon, and-" She cuts me off.
"He's uh nice? I don't now, he's Charlie." I shrug, not sure how to explain my dad. She nods and I forget what I was saying.
"Lets go grab a snack." I say. She agrees, with a nod and gets off my bed. We go downstairs and my mom is doing something while talking to her self. I let her know we are here, by saying hi.
"Hi girls, want a sandwich?" She smiles, and I see she was already getting ready to prepare sandwiches.
"Sure." I look over at Emily who nods, smiling at my mother, probably amused by her talking to herself. Emily and I sit at the table, and as soon as my mom is done making us sandwiches, she sits down with us.
"So Emily what kind of problems are going off at home" My mom asks, Emily freezes, but quickly recovers.
"Just parents fighting and stuff." She shrugs, looking down. I don't believe her, but my mom does.
"Well, Bella can relate to you there." She gives me an apologetic look, silently apologizing for all the fighting her and Charlie have been at. Emily doesn't say anything, but doesn't fail to be polite.
She twist her fingers together, and looks up at me and smiles. She's hiding something, and I'm better at seeing these things now. Of course my mom doesn't notice, as we sit at the kitchen table.
The night comes quickly and after a dinner with just my mother, Emily and myself, we are ready to call it a night. Emily thanks my mom, and we go upstairs. I notice my mom keeps glancing at the door. She's waiting for my dad. Who seems to never make it home. I think Emily notices because when she looks over at my mom, she frowns. My mom doesn't see because she's looking away, but I do. We make our way up to my room, Emily follows behind me silently. The only thing audible is our feet moving on the each stair. I'm trying to decide where Emily should sleep, but I decide to ask her when we g et into my room.
"Where do you want to sleep?" I ask and look at her.
"Anywhere's fine really." She shrugs.
"You can take my bed and I can take he floor." I suggest.
"No, no, I'll take the floor." She insists.
"Sure?" I ask.
"Yes I'm sure." She smiles. I go out to the hall and grab some pillows and extra blankets for her. I come back to my room and see she has dressed in her PJ's already. Orange bottoms and a black long sleeve. She even looked beautiful in PJ's. I quickly set up her bed, on the floor, and went off to change into my PJ's. When I get back to my room, Emily is laying in her bed, her eyes closed her face peaceful, Her long hair flows all over the pillow, She's fallen asleep. So I do the little things I need to do before going to sleep quietly trying not to wake her. I pull my hair back and brush my teethe before tip toeing to my bed. I tuck my self in quietly and relax my body as I lay down, and my head meets the pillow. I think about all that has managed to happen today. And I try to convince myself, I am finding out the deep secrets held butt Emily and her brother, although, I am scared to know, I want to know, I want to hear it. I'm scared the truth will hurt me, as much as it seems to hurt Emily. I want to know why they don't want me to know. I'm just curious. Too curious. I sigh.
"Bella?" I hear Emily's soft voice. I thought she was asleep. She sits up and her green eyes, bore into my eyes. Her hair is messy, but she runs her hand through it like her brother always does to his hair.
"Yeah, Emily?" I answer. Maybe her bed is uncomfortable. I could fix that with putting a comforter under her. Or maybe she-
"Bella, I want to tell you something." She breathes and her eyes look sad. I sit up in my bed, to look at her correctly. I'm sure I look concerned.
"What is it Emily?" I ask and she looks down at the floor, and even though I cant see her playing with her hands, I know she is.
"I know Edward might not want you to know, but I think you have all the right to know." he sounds like she's debating with her self, so I let her continue.
"You can tell me Emily." I mumble, getting sad just watching her.
"I mean you are letting me stay here, and its not fair lying to you. I don't like to lie, I hate the feeling." She rubs her arm. I wait patiently, seeing whatever she is about to say is putting her in a lot of pain. She looks up at the ceiling, and then at her hands, and when she looks back at me, a tear falls from her eye.
"I have to stay here, because my dad is home all week this week." She mumbles. A picture, of Mr. Masen angry, pushing Edward against the wall, plays in my head.
"Wait why?" I ask, as softly as I can. She looks at her hand.
"Remember when Edward said it wasn't safe for me there?" She asks, and another tear falls from her bright green eye.
"Yeah." I nod.
"It's because my dad beats me Bella." She says, but when she says that the tears come stronger. I gasp lowly and I feel my heart break just for her. I get out of my bed and slide down next to her, putting my hand on hers.
"Emily, why didn't you tell me?" I ask.
"Bella I have only known you for a while, I didn't want to say anything, I hardly knew you. But now I know you enough to know I like you. So its fair for you to know." She sniffs and rubs her arm. I pull her into a hug, an she cry's softly. I wont push her on the subject, but its seems she wants to talk about it.
"He gave me all those bruises." And I see she is going to continue. I listen, closely.
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