--Edward--
"Do I really have to go?" I whined again as I slipped the green T-shirt over my head.
"Edward please, you've been here for a week. I can't push it any longer then that, which you know. I'm sorry, okay? You know I don't want to send you back to that monster." Bella said as she packed up my stuff. Which was a whole lot more then when I came.
"I know, I just…This has been the best week of my entire life. I've never had so much fun before, and I don't want it to end." I said with a frown, scratching the back of my head. Bella sent me a kind smile, making my breath hitch slightly. She walked over to me slowly and put both of her arms around my waist, leaning her head on my chest.
"And when you run away, just think about all the amazing years your going to have." She said optimistically. I could feel her voice vibrate through my body, starting to get cold from being so close to me.
"What the…Bella, wasn't that flower over there just blue? Now it's yellow, and I could of sworn Alice came with Red flowers in the first place…" I said, pointing to one of the flowers on the table. I didn't mean to change the subject, but that was really strange.
"Oh…It's an Asian plant, and it changes colours as it dies. See, it starting to turn a little brown at the edges?" Bella said smoothly. Too smoothly, and I knew she was lying.
"Right." I said, not convinced at all. She gave me a sad smile and fished out her cell phone. My shoulders slumped and my chin met my chest.
"Only a few more weeks now Edward." She whispered sadly. I nodded and took the small silver phone that probably cost more then my car. I dialled the dreaded number. Henry answered on the second ring.
"Henry Masen speaking." The gruff voice answered.
"Sir," I greeted him. I heard a silent grunt on the other end.
"So, finally decided to not be a sissy anymore, boy?" He asked me mockingly. Bella's eye's tightened, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Stop staring at her chest you idiot! I told myself, looking away quickly.
"Yes sir."
"Good. I've come up with a new training technique that should make you bigger and stronger faster, and I want to start on that as soon as possible. Is that understood boy?" I closed my eye's and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Yes sir." I said again.
"I'll send a cab to come and get you." And with that, he hung up the phone. I sighed and opened my eyes, handing the phone back to Bella. She snapped it shut and put it in her pocked. I sipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. It was much lighter then I expected it to be.
"I've packed away most of your stuff in my car, so we can put it into the one your running away with. But I did put a chocolate bar in your bag for later tonight, since you love them so much." She said with a giggle. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly, but not much. I'd been stuffing my face with sweets for the whole week.
"Thank you Bella." I said, giving her a quick hug before we started to walk out of the room.
"You know, I actually like it when you have some stubble on your face." Bella blurted out. I looked down at her, a little surprised.
"Oh?" I asked her, rubbing my now very, very hairy chin. I hadn't shaved for a week, and it showed.
"Well, not as much as there is now, but you know, when you haven't shaved for a couple of day's. It looks manly." She said with a musicale laugh, and I found myself laughing with her.
"Well, you know, I try." I said snobbishly, earning a giggle from her.
We stopped just before we came out into the waiting room. "I guess I'll have to go back to 'ignoring' you from now on, huh?" I asked her sadly, pushing some of her hair behind her ear. We'd grown a lot closer over the last week, something I was delighted about. But it didn't help the heart clenching feeling I got whenever I thought of leaving her, which I knew I had to do.
I stroked her cheek with my knuckles, and she smiled up at me.
"Edward Masen?" Someone from the waiting room called. I dropped my hand and turned in that direction. Bella put both of her hands at the back of my neck, so I turned my head towards her instead. I was surprised when she kissed the corned of my mouth.
"Um…I was going to kiss your cheek but, um, you kinda turned your head…" She stuttered around. I could feel my cheeks flaring up, but I couldn't seem to care. My heart beat a thousand miles a minute and the smile on my face threatened to crack my skull in two.
"I don't mind." I said with a laugh, giving her a quick squeeze before practically skipping out of the hospital. I could hear her laughter as I danced out the door.
The long drive home was too short in my opinion, and I found myself longing to go back to the hospital, to hold Bella in my arms again. Yes, I'll admit, I did have a crush on her. But how could I not? She was amazing, kind, smart, funny-
"Kid, I aint got all day, get out would you!" The cab driver growled impatiently.
"I'm sorry sir, how much-?" He cut me off impatiently.
"Your old man paid already, not get out!" He yelled, and I scrambled out of the car faster then you can say cracked up monkey pot.
I could see Henry in the training room, staring at me as I walked up the driveway. He was smiling a cold, cruel smile, holding a leather whip in his hand. I thanked music that it was a Sunday and that I had to go to school tomorrow. At least I could get a break from training, and let my wounds heal. I hadn't even gotten them yet and I could already feel the pain that was sure to come.
"Boy, go up and unpack and get down her in ten minutes sharp." He told me, holding the whip out threateningly.
I gulped and hurried up to my bedroom. It wasn't just any sort of whip, it was one of those old antique once, that they used on slaves. I could feel the sweat running down my neck, and my hands became slippery. I'd seen what happened to people who got whipped on TV. My mother had made me watch it just before she whipped me with a chain.
It was one of the worst kinds of torture, something that could kill you. But I knew Henry wasn't kind enough to kill me. He'd want me to suffer. I put my bag on the floor and shaved my face quickly, glad to get rid of all the hair.
I checked my clock. I had 4 more minutes. There was a knocking on my window, and my head whipped up to stare into Bella's big, butterscotch eyes. She looked scared and angry. Alice was there too, sitting on a branch a little bit further away. I opened my window silently to let them in. I'd long since stopped to ask them what they were, knowing that they wouldn't tell me and having the nagging suspicion that they were, indeed, vampires.
Bella scrambled through and hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back, clinging to her as if she was going to make everything better, which I knew she couldn't do.
"We were spying on your house, and we saw the whip…Is he really going to use it on you?" Bella asked, gasping slightly. Her breathing was shallow, and she was clutching me tightly. I nodded my head, tightening my grip around her small form.
"That monster…" Alice whispered viciously. I started rubbing Bella's back, and stroking her hair.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just a few more weeks right?" I whispered to her, trying to make her feel better. Bella's form was racked with a sob, and she was shaking slightly. Alice had walked into my bathroom doing buttons knows what.
"But, but I can't let him d-do this to you!" She whispered harshly, looking helpless.
"There's nothing you can do for me now Bella, but with helping me escape your doing more than I could ever ask of you. I'll be fine, okay? Just a few scratches." I said, trying to smile. Bella's head snapped up, and she glared at me.
"Just a few scratches?! Edward, that man is going to rip your fucking back open!" She hissed angrily. I sighed and kissed her forehead, not caring if I shouldn't do that.
"I know." I said, realising her. She grabbed my arm, looking at me pleadingly.
"Come on, lets leave now. I can't let this happen to you Edward, please." She whispered desperately. Alice came out of the bathroom and gently pried Bella's fingers off of my arm.
"He has to go Bella, he can't run away tonight. He will survive, okay? Everything will be fine in the end." Alice whispered, taking Bella in her arms. I noticed the plants in my room dying so fast that I could see it happen.
"Go, you have other things to think about." Alice said. I nodded, and tried giving Bella a reassuring smile, which I'm sure looked more like a grimace. I closed the door behind me, seeing Bella crumble to the floor before it closed completely.
I walked down the stairs and into the training room with shaking legs. Henry stood there with the whip in one hand and his signature cane in the other.
"Well, I must say I'm surprised, you've still got 30 seconds left." He said in a mocking tone. I straightened up, knowing that it wasn't a praise.
"So, you think just because your early, you wont get punished as bad, huh? Don't you think I know who your nurse was? Little miss Cullen? Didn't I tell you to stay away from her boy?" Henry said, tightening his hold on the whip.
"Yes sir." I said as clearly as I could.
"Why did you not demand another nurse boy?" He snapped, walking around me like a predator.
"They were short on nurses, sir. Nurse Mary did a lot of work too. Miss Cullen was just an intern, sir." I explained as calmly as I could. I could see him nodding out of the corner of my eye.
"Take off your shirt boy." I did as I was told, flinging the shirt to the other side of the room. I expected to get whipped at once, but he surprised me by walking over to one of the weights and gesturing for me to lay down. Again, I did as I was told.
We worked like that for hours, harder then ever. He didn't even let me have breaks this time, only throwing water on me when I was sweating to much, claiming I was stinking up the place, which I don't doubt for a minute that I did.
"Stop." Henry said suddenly when I was hanging upside down, taking sit-ups. I stopped, to tired to care about all the blood rushing to my head. I closed my eyes and let my arms drop on each side of me.
I heard it before I felt it. He had whipped me on the side of my hip, and blood was trickling out of the little wound. I gasped in pain as my eyes snapped open, staring at him in surprise. Both of my legs where hanging from the sealing, wrapped up tightly in rope, so I couldn't get away from him ether. Actually, I couldn't get down from this thing without help.
"Don't you think I know you planned on landing your sorry ass in the hospital? Get away from mean old daddy-o? Answer me you filth!" He yelled, saliva trickling down his chin. He wiped it away roughly.
"No, sir, not at all, I-" But I didn't get to finish, because he whipped me on the cheek, and I could actually feel the leather grazing my teeth. I gave a small cry of pain, feeling my cheek. The whip had gone through.
Henry was staring at me with wild, big eyes, his whole form shaking with anger.
"You. Are. PATHETIC!" He screamed, yelling every word between every blow to my back.
"No food today or tomorrow, and you can thank yourself for that. I'll know if you've eaten anything, so don't even try it boy." Henry growled.
"Yes sir." I gasped out, And tried to relax my mouth as much as possible. My wound was hurting like hell. I whimpered as I fell to the ground, landing hard on my back, where conveniently all my wounds were.
"Get up, you're bleeding on the carpet." Henry said over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.
It took me a few minutes, but I finally managed to stumble my way up the stairs and into my bedroom. I walked past Bella and Alice and into the bathroom, shedding my clothes down to my boxers and stepping into the shower, turning the water on. I gave a loud yell, which I'm sure Henry heard, and a smaller hiss as the water turner red as it ran down my body.
"Edward…" Bella whispered, opening the shower door, staring at me with pity and anger. I turned the water off and stumbled my way past her, laying down on the warm tile floor.
"Alice, can you get me something to wash his face with?" Bella whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear her. Something wet and warm, like cotton, started stroking away the blood around my cheek.
"Edward, I think you need stitches on your cheek. I can see into your mouth…" Bella whispered with a shaky voice. I glanced up at her and shook my head.
"No, I can't do anything about it because he'd know that I got help. Just put a band aid over and I'm sure It'll be fine." I mumbled, to tired to keep my eyes open.
"Alice go home okay? I can take care of this." Bella said absently, stroking my hair as she patched up my cheek the best she could.
"Edward, I'm so sorry. It was so horrible, oh I wish I could of done something, and I would, but Alice wouldn't let me. Damn him, I hate him so, so much for doing this to you." She whispered, kissing my forehead softly before she put a towel under my head and started working on my back.
"Just three more weeks now…" I mumbled, hissing slightly as she put some stuff on my wounds.
"Three weeks? Well okay, I'll talk to Carlisle about it for you, if you want, well, its not like you can talk to him yourself." She rambled.
"Do you, um, maybe want to change before you go to bed?" Bella asked hesitantly, and despite all the pain I was in, and despite my shitty day, I managed to blush and chuckle.
"Yeah, that would be nice…If you could help me up…?" I asked her, and she grabbed my hand quickly, pulling me up so I was sitting on my bum.
She walked out of the room, and I heard her rummaging through some of my drawers, I put a hand over my eyes in embarrassment, thinking about Bella of all creatures going through my underwear drawer.
"Found one!" She said happily, seemingly fine it. I mumbled a quick thank you as she threw it over to me.
"Do you, uh, you know…need any help?" She asked me. I chuckled, ignoring the pain in my cheek as I did so.
"No Bella, I'll be fine." I told her with a lopsided smile, which I'm thankful for having. I can't imagine smiling with my bad side, even smiling like this hurt.
She nodded her head and turned on her heal, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind her. I changed out of my wet boxer into a dry new one. It was weird, having Bella in my bedroom. But not in a bad way, and she helped me think about something else other then my wounded body.
I threw the towel and clothes into the hamper, which I noted was starting to fill up. I walked into my bedroom, and straight to my closet where I pulled out an oversized T-shirt. I slipped it over my head, gasping slightly when it came in contact with my skin. Turning around slowly, I walked over to the bed, laying down slowly on my stomach. Bella laid down beside me hesitantly, staring at me with big, black doe eyes.
"I'm sorry Edward." She whispered, and I was surprised by the fact that she wasn't crying. Winching, I put one of my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as possible. Bella stroked my cheek, staring at me in wonder.
"Even now, when you're in so much pain, you end up comforting me." She said with a tiny shake of the head. I smiled slightly, my left cheek hurting.
"Honestly, I think you need more comforting then I do at the moment. I hate to see you so sad." I whispered, every word hurting my sore mouth. I could feel some blood trickling down the inside of my cheek. I swallowed it down quickly, trying to ignore the revolting taste.
Bella gave a delicate snort.
"Sleep, Edward. We've got school tomorrow, you need your rest." She said, stroking my hair out of my eyes, and pushing my glasses into place.
"What about you? Don't you need your rest too?" I asked her, tired, but refusing to go to sleep yet. She gave me mischievous smile, winking at me.
"I'm going to sleep here with you. I'll get plenty of rest, don't you worry your pretty little head about that." There was a silence, and I noticed that the dead flowers in my room were getting some colour back, looking more alive now then when I left.
"Bella, what's wrong with my flowers?" I asked her. Her eyes tightened slightly.
"Why would you ask me that?" She questioned casually. Too casually if your name's Bella Cullen.
"Because when you were crying, my plants were dying all over the place. I could even see it happening, like on TV when the process is speed up. Does that have anything to do with you, perhaps?" I tried to be teasing so I could think about something else other then the pain on my face and back. Bella's nose wrinkled slightly.
"You're too damn perspective…It all has to do with the secret, so I'm sorry to say that I can't tell you." Bella said reluctantly. I sighed, because that was the answer I had expected.
"Are you mad?" She asked me after a brief silence. My eyes snapped to her face.
"No, why?" I asked her. She seemed to think it through.
"Because, I know all your secrets, heck my whole family knows. And I also know that it's a secret you wanted to keep a secret but now we know so technically its not really a secret anymore. And we have a big secret too, but we wont tell you ours. Are you angry about that, I'd be so mad I'd throw egg's at our house and put fire on dog poo on our doorstep, and I'd probably spray paint our cars too." She rambled, almost not breathing. I stared at her with surprise and amusement. If it was something I'd learned over the weeks I'd known Bella, and something I liked, it was her random ramblings. She had something to ramble about every day, and I lover every minute of it.
"No, I'm not mad about that. My secret isn't as important as yours anyway, probably." I said with a small chuckle, winching slightly. Bella's eye's grew slightly hard.
"Of course your secret is just as important! The only reason you don't know ours yet is because someone stuffed a curling iron up Rosalie's ass and forgot to pull it out again, which in my opinion is very, very unfair for the rest of us. And it's keeping you safe. Human ignorance is bliss, never forget that." She said sternly. I gave a chuckle and closed my eyes.
"Whatever you say." I mumbled, and I felt Bella take my glasses of off me. I pulled the blanket around us more tightly before passing out from exhaustion.
--Bella--
Finally, he fell asleep. Oh, to know that sick monster was just downstairs…I wanted to torture him, rip his balls off and make him eat them.
I would have my revenge on that man. Just not yet.
Making sure Edward was sleeping, I slipped out of the bed and sat down on the branch outside his window, pulling out my cell phone as I did so.
"Carlisle?" I asked when someone picked up on the second ring. Alice probably wasn't home, or it would have been picked up at once.
"It's Esme dear, is everything alright? Alice told me what Mr. Masen did to Edward, is he okay?" My mother, who was younger then me, asked me, concerned.
"No, everything is not okay. Edward's not okay, I'm not okay. We can't wait, mom. This is getting out of hand. We have to act soon or he'll die." I said with a sob, trying to keep it together.
"Bella you know what Alice said, we have to wait just a few more weeks." Esme said patiently. I growled into the phone, something I rarely did out of anger.
"I can see through his cheek! And his back is practically ripped open. We can't wait anymore, so let me talk to Carlisle." I said sternly.
"Bella?" Carlisle's calm voice floated through the phone. I sighed in relief.
"We have to do something, or Edward's going to die. At least do something so he can't hurt him anymore. Please, I can't keep watching him suffer and do nothing about it." I whispered, hating the fact that my voice still broke.
Carlisle sighed, and I could almost see him running his hand through his hair in frustration.
"Bella, you know what Alice said would happen if we acted now. I'll see what I can do, alright?" Instead of answering, I crushed the phone in my hand, throwing it into the woods. I turned around and jumped into Edward's bedroom again. I couldn't help but smile as I watched the sleeping figure on the bed. Gracefully, I walked over to the bed and sank down beside it, resting my head on his pillow. Such a hansom, sweet boy, and he had to suffer out of no reason at all. I leaned my head in closer, my lips only millimetres from his, before I pulled back abruptly.
It wasn't right to steel a kiss when he didn't feel the same way.
It was strange to be in love again. Yes, I was in love. Again. Only this time, I think it was the real thing. Last time had been…different. I think it was more out of the fact that he was my creator, and I was so grateful towards him. I had loved him, but I don't think I ever was in love with him. Not really anyway.
Oliver Buck Woodrow. Ah, I could still picture the perfect winning smile, the gorgeous dark brown curls that would fall into his eyes lazily. The strong chin, the straight nose, high cheekbones and plump lips. And the red eyes. I would never forget those ether, I thought with a bitter smile.
Oliver was originally from America, but he was half Italian, from his father's side, so his skin had always had an olive tint to it. He was 26 years old when he'd changed, in the early 1500th century. It had been an accident, his change. He was suppose to be dead, but he survived it, just like he survived everything else.
But he got lonely over the years, and in 1684, he decided to do something about it. He told me he'd been attracted by my floral sent. I'd been outside in the sun that fateful day, tending the garden like I always did.
I sat down on the floor, right underneath the window, leaning my head against the wall. It was a long time since I'd thought about Oliver.
He came out of the woods, covered in dirt, his clothes torn ripped and looking more lovely then any other man ever had. I'd staggered to my feet clumsily, asking if he wanted to come inside and wash up. He'd accepted with a beautiful smile.
--Flash Back--
"Mother! Mother, we have a guest, Mr…?" I let the sentence hang in the air, blushing when the gentleman smiled at me.
"Woodrow, Oliver Woodrow, miss. I do apologize for intruding." He said, kissing the back of my hand, as well as my mothers. Renee, my mother, smiled at his charms.
"Charmed to meet you. I'm Mrs. Swan, Mr. Swan is at the marked place at the moment, but I do believe he will be here shortly. Well, Isabella, why don't you fill up the basin and get some sope for Mr. Woodrow? And some of your fathers clothes." My mother asked me politely, but I could see the 'or else' behind her words. The only thing I really was good at was tending the garden, other then that I was useless. I was plain too. Brown hair, brown eyes, and paler then the cow's milk. My mother, along with my father, Charles, worried over if I was ever going to marry anyone, something I did not want to do. I'd always been bold. A bit too bold at times, but I didn't want to marry, have children and tend to the house. It was not a future I sought.
Dutifully, I bowed my head and slipped out of the room to do as I was told. I only heard Mr. Woodrow say; "Please, call me Oliver." before I slipped out the door and into the garden. I filled the basin with water from the little river that flowed from the woods through our garden. We really lived in a lovely place.
"It's a shame that such a beautiful young lady such as yourself have to work. You shouldn't have to lift a finger." Oliver's velvet voice floated through our garden like the river. I gasped in shock and swirled around quickly, facing him. He was standing in the doorway of our little home, in the shadows.
"You scared me, Mr. Woodrow." I said, placing a hand over my beating heart. I blushed, realising that I was alone with this gorgeous man. Mother would not approve of me spending time with this, this man, no matter how much she wished for me to marry. Oliver quirked an eyebrow, giving me a mischievous smirk, and I found myself not caring one bit about what she would think.
"Please my dear, call me Oliver. Mr. Woodrow, I'm afraid, has passed away." I bit my lip and bowed my head, ashamed off myself.
"My condolences to you, Oliver." I said quietly, testing out his name on my lips.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Here is your sope, and the water is ready for you. I'll fetch some of fathers clothes." I told him, gesturing with my pale slender hand to the sope on the little stool. He nodded, not moving from his place in the doorway. I squeezed my way past him, and he did not move to help me get past. Oliver sized my chin in his big, strong hand, gently cupping my cheeks.
"Do not take too much time darling, or I shall miss you." He lowered his head, brushing his lips over my cheeks slowly. I looked up into his dark crimson eyes, but I only felt wonder, not fear, as I realized I should. It was a strange thing to say, almost wicked, but I could not find it in me to care. I nodded dumbly and walked into my parents bedroom in a daze, fetching some of fathers finer clothes.
I left the clothes on a little stool in the doorway, wanting to give Oliver some privacy as he washed himself.
I helped my mother in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
"Your father should have been home by now. Oh well, maybe he sold a lot today then." Renee said with a sigh, always the impatient one. I gave a small gasp as I cut myself while peeling the potatoes.
"Isabella! Oh, what will I do with you? Put some cloth on it, and don't get any blood on your dress!" She chided me. I nodded my head, cradling my wounded finger into my hand. The wound wasn't deep, but I was bleeding a lot from it. I walked outside, not thinking about the man who was washing himself there.
He was already dressed, sitting on the stool, tying up his shoe lazes, to my disappointment. I blushed just thinking something like that. It was very improper.
"Hello Isabella, would you like to take a stroll with me into the woods?" Oliver asked me with a bright smile, flashing his white, perfectly straight teeth. I nodded my head, unable to form a word. At the time, I didn't really think of the fact that it was dark, and that my father had forbidden me to walk into the woods at night. Even in the middle of the day I was only allowed to walk at the edge of the tree line.
I took the arm he offered and we walked into the woods. I had completely forgotten about my bleeding finger, and therefore gasped loudly when I looked down at my dress, which was covered in blood.
"Oh my! Whatever happened to your hand? Does it hurt terribly much, my dear?" Oliver asked me, concern on his honest face.
"No, it does not. But my mother will not be pleased." I said with a small frown, trying to get some of the blood out of my dress. Had I looked up at that moment I would of noticed that Oliver's eyes were black, and how he licked his lips with hunger with anticipation. But I didn't, and therefore never thought for a second about not letting him help me. It was, after all, a gentlemanly thing to do.
"Here, darling, let me help you with your wound." Gently, he took my hand in his, lifting it up to his lips. He drew in a sharp, haggard breath, making his eye's flutter. I felt my curiosity bloom, and again, I wondered at how strange this man was. Still, I did not feel fear.
Oliver opened his eyes, looking at me with a hungry expression. Too fast for my human eyes to see, he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me roughly to his chest, and kissing my red lips. My eyes widened with shock, but I did not pull away or struggle as any lady would do. But then again, I never did anything a lady did.
I closed my eyes and kissed him back, gently. I pulled away, breathlessly, and stared up at the dark sky. Distantly, I could hear father, calling my name franticly.
Oliver trailed kisses down my throat, making me gasp slightly. He was breathing hard too, I noticed with a wry sort of satisfaction.
"Lets go deeper into the woods, my dear…" Oliver purred into my ear. I sighed, leaning against him as he captured my lips with his again.
--End off flash back--
Shortly after that, he bit my throat, which was as much as I remembered, other then the pain. But I didn't want to dwell on that.
Edward stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. He'd have to get up in a few hours though, I noticed with a frown. My frown deepened when I heard Henry downstairs, sharpening a knife. What was he doing at three a clock in the morning, sharpening knives? And how had I not noticed this before? I guess I was too wrapped up in my own past to pay any attention to the world around me.
I could hear another mans voice too, deeper and more wheezing. It was the police officer, Swandels. I slipped out of the room silently, walking down the stairs without making a sound.
"Are you sure about this, Henry? The boy looks suspicious enough as it is, do you really think its necessary to, to brand the kid like that? The school's been complaining enough as it is." Brand the kid? What the hell?
"That's why I have you, now isn't it? Tell them you've talked to me about it and that the boy did it to himself, to get attention. Tell them he's mentally unstable and will do anything to get attention, I don't care, Charlie. Deal with it, since it's your job." Henry growled at him angrily. I looked into the key hole.
Henry was sharpening the knife, sitting on his chair with his feet propped up on the desk. Charlie was sitting with his back to me, fidgeting.
"Henry, when, when are we going to stop the killing? I mean, I know you have your reasons, but, but I'm not as great as you, and I don't know if I can take the guilt any longer. Now, you know I'm not a religious man, Henry, but I honestly do believe that I'm going to hell for this. Raping and killing, I don't know if I can do it anymore…" Charlie said shakily, running a hand through his thin hair. I stood still, listening.
"No, your not religious, your too stupid for that. I pay you your money, and you do your job. I don't care about your guilt, that's not what I'm paying you fore, now is it? And your getting sloppy, since Sam found the body just outside the reservation. You better not let that happen again, you hear?" He growled at the cowering man. Charlie nodded his head reluctantly, and I could smell his foul odour, a mix of sweat, fear and cigarettes.
Abruptly, Henry stood up, and marched towards the door. I ran to the kitchen, and saw Alice, of all creatures, standing outside. She was staring at me with wide, scared eyes. She gestured for me to come outside. I ran out the door in half a second, and we ran into the woods together.
"Bella, oh Bella, he's gonna cut the rest of Edward's cheek open and sew it together again, so if he ever runs away, he'll be branded in such an obvious way that their gonna find him at once. He'll never be able to really get away, ever! They'll always find him!" Alice said urgently. I gasped to myself.
"What can we do?!" I asked franticly. Alice shook her head, her hole frame trembling with sobs, muttering 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' over and over again.
"Alice, snap out of it, there already at the end of the stairs, what can we do?!" I barked, slapping her across the face. Her face went into vision mode, and she didn't respond. They were by his bedroom door now…
"Nothing." She answered, snapping her eyes open.
"Over my dead body!" I snarled, lunging towards the house. Alice grabbed me around the waist, making me fall to the ground. They were both inside his room now. I snapped my teeth at her, growling loudly. One of the trees fell on Alice's back, but still, she would not let go.
"Alice!" I shrieked desperately, clawing, biting, punching, kicking. The lights came on and I heard the blood curling scream of my love as his own father cut open his cheek.
Hey Guys! I know its been forever, and I really, truly am sorry about that. But I had the BIGGEST writers block ever, so I chose not to write instead of giving you a crappy chappy. Hope your not too mad. We'll I'm back now, and I'll try to update as much as possible.
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