Your gonna hate me but……you know you wanna read it!!!
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I wring the handle of the baseball bat around and around in my hands as I waited. The room grew darker as it got later. The bible stuck to my leg with sweat. But still I waited, I was fucking determined. I thought about what I would do over and over in my head. Every time I thought about it the thing that came threw my window was always the same……it was Edward. I tried imaging something else coming threw my window but every time I tried it just turned back into him again.
I was wringing the bat handle so hard by now that I was surprised my skin didn't come off. But then I heard it, and my breath slowed. The sound of the window being pushed up. I could see a faint shadow of the window and the thing, which looked like it was coming in threw the window leg first. I sat and watched as the shadow grew and soon it was just a slender figure standing in my room. It didn't move for a second, just stood there.
I controlled my breathing as best as I could so I didn't make a sound. The figures shadow was tall and slender. The figures shadow moved, walking to my bed. By now I could see the figure. It was Edward. Edward was sneaking into my room at night. My hands held very, very tightly to the baseball bat. Edward stood at the foot of my bed before walking to the side and pulling back the covers. He glared down at the pillow before turning toward the closet. Oh shit. He stands straight, his gaze fixated on the door. My right hand held onto the bat as my left went to my lap and grabbed the cross. Edward seemed to almost smile before starting a slow long walk to the closet. Oh shit oh shit oh shit I am so fucked.
My heart beat so hard and fast in my chest. Edward stopped a foot from the door, just looking at the opening. At me. His arm moved out and grabbed the door knob. He slowly pulled the door the rest of the way open, a loud creak. He smiled down at me, actually smiled, when the door was fully open. I didn't know what to do anymore. I felt stupid holding the bat and religious items.
"Closet prayer session?" Edward said, his head tilted to the side casually.
"Its better than sneaking into a girls room at night," I said back, to which he let out a sharp laugh.
"You still think I'm sneaking into your room don't you, Bella?" he said and leaned casually against the door. "You really need to start understanding dreams and realities."
This wasn't a dream, that was the only thing I was sure of.
"This…..this isn't a dream!" I hissed at him. He just stood there as if this was a dream.
"Bella why would the real Edward be standing in your room?" he said.
I was floored and didn't know how to answer him. Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe I needed to be put in a straightjacket. But how could this all be a dream? The tape, the newspaper with his picture, everything. So I had to test. I picked the bat up, gripping the top and holding it over my foot. I counted to three in my head before slamming the end of the bat down on my foot. It hurt and I let out a small grunt.
"See…." I said as I rubbed my foot. "You can't feel pain in a fucking dream!"
Edward stared down at me intently. All the playfulness that was there before had disappeared and left a stern and strange face in its wake. He removed himself form the door, taking a step toward me. I quickly fumbled with the items in my lap until I my hand came in contact with the cross. I held it up with a slightly shaking hand. He stood and look from the cross to me twice before taking the top of the cross between his fingers. He pulled it from my hands without my consent and threw it behind him. It clinked on the floor once.
He step once toward me again, then leaned down so he was eye level with me. He was close enough that I could reach out and punch him in the face if I needed. But instead I grabbed the largest thing in my lap, which was the Bible. I held it out as I had down with the cross. Edward looked down at it then at me. He tried again to pull it from my hands but this time I held on as best as I could. He struggled to pull it from me at first but then it was gone from my hands, hitting the floor with a loud splat. A little switch turned on in my brain then…….a little switch that said: Time to be Scared. And then with the turning on of that switch came: Get ready to kick someone's ass, if needed.
Edward started to slowly lean toward me. I quickly grabbed the holy water and just chucked that shit at him. It hit him on the forehead and fell into his open palm. That fucker had caught it, was still lean toward me, and looked really fucked up.
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