Partly up...will finish when can!
Rosalie pushed me up the drive way of our new home. Wow. How much money did this place cost anyway? I looked up at her and smiled and she giggled in glee. I had missed out on a tri-level house for four months of healing. I wasn't fully healed still but that's what the private physical therapy would be for. I had to start first thing tomorrow.
"Mom had a ramp built for you and she quit work so now she won't be gone all the time like before."
"She didn't have to do that for me. I don't need a damn ramp." I frowned. I hated this wheelchair. We were almost to the wooden fixture when I stopped her. "I can walk."
"She would kill me if I let you fall." She retorted.
I stood up out of the chair angrily and a bit wobbly. I kicked the wheelchair.
"See, I'm fine. I don't need the damn wheelchair. I can walk."
"Jeez, OK, fine. You're a real boy. Now can we go the fuck inside? If she asks I wheeled you into the house." I laughed, always covering her ass.
My back ached a bit from muscle damage but maybe it would go away soon. My leg was hurting too, but I would just have to bear that. I put most of the pressure on my left leg as I took the five steps quickly. I opened the door and stared at the banner hanging from the stairs. Cliché.
"Tell me we aren't having a party too." I genuinely hoped she said no.
"Nope. Sorry to bust your bubble, no one cares about you that much." I rolled my eyes at her and laughed.
"Good, because I was going to kill you first."
"Promises, promises." We turned at the sound of a door shutting. "I think mom's back."
She clapped her hands together. I was unsure of why all the excitement. Swinging the front door open she yelled 'Surprise' but her face quickly fell and she turned to me. I moved to her side to see who it possibly could be and I saw a tall man standing there. He looked to be about my age with bronze hair. My stomach lurched but I was unsure why.
"Jasper," He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand and I stared at them. He must be my sister's ex-boyfriend. I had heard they had eventually broken up but I didn't know it was on such bad terms. She said it was a mutual thing, but the look on her face said other wise. "I didn't know you'd be here…"
"Get out of here." Rosalie said and almost slammed the door in the poor guys face. He looked like a beaten puppy and I didn't want them to end it like this. I held her hand.
"Look you two should make up. The way you talk about him I know you love him Rose." Her face screwed up in disgust and he looked like he was going to vomit. Did I miss something?
"He's not here for me. He's here for you, idiot." I was so confused. Who was he?
"I'm Edward, your boyfriend, I mean, ex-boyfriend." I winced, no way in hell.
"Go away Eddie." Rosalie spat at him.
"I'm not gay." This was not a nice joke to play on some one who lost their memory. Though I was quite unsure if it was or wasn't.
"You don't remember me?" He was incredulous. I stared at him blankly trying to sift through my memories. I didn't see him in any of the few I had.
"No, I don't." I watched him sigh and then he threw the flowers on the floor and left.