Here's Chapter 11! Hope you have a wonderful day!


Love Hurts


"I told you NOT to leave the house!"

"I know."

"Did you really think you can get away with crawling through the window to get back in the house?"

"Well the chimney was too high up…"

"Addison!"

"I'm kidding!"

Mom sighed heavily, "We are not playing Addison, we told you to not leave the house."

Dad nodded, "Where did you go?"

I swallowed silently; I am for sure as heck not going to tell them where I went and who I was with. "I just walked around the neighborhood. Why can't I do that?"

"Because it's dangerous Addis! Someone can kidnap you." Mom yelled. I tried so hard not to roll my eyes and keep my mouth from saying something sarcastic. "Mom…this is Suburbia…"

"Yes I'm very aware where we live Addis." She said. Dad stood behind her and kept mouthing for me to stop talking then motioned his index finger across his throat indicating I would die if I spoke one more word.

"…Suburbia is very….calm and safe,"

"You can't run around thinking everything is SAFE Addison! What if a stranger saw a 15 year old girl walking all by herself?"

"Mom A LOT of people see 15 year old girls walking around. Not just 15 year old girls, girls off all ages and boys to." I was seriously getting annoyed. It's always been like this, I could never go out without my mom or dad watching me. I may be 15, I'm still very young but I think I'm very much capable of going to the movies by myself with friends or the mall….

"Don't get smart with me young lady," Ughhh young lady, "Your already in enough trouble don't pull yourself deeper then you need to be."

"But mom I get that you're worried for my safety and the people around me but you can't expect me to come to you and dad every time I meet someone knew to see if I can trust them. I'm growing up and I WANT to be able to make these decisions for myself."

"You cannot be that trusting Addis that will get you in trouble."

I groaned, "MOM. You don't get it! I'm not saying I'm going to give every walking person my trust, I'm asking you to trust my judgment. I'm a smart person."

Mom shook her head, "You're still too young to understand,"

"NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I stood up from the couch and pushed pass her to run for my room. Dad tried calling me to come back but I slammed the door and locked it. After that I grabbed a pillow from my bed and stomped into the bathroom and closed the door and locked that one to. Sitting down on the ground I pressed the pillow into my face and began to scream all sorts of no-no's that no one but me can hear and understand.

I wasn't sad, I was very much mad at my mom for making me feel this way, but I was very disappointed in myself. How could I say those things to my mother? I know I should always be able to talk to my mom about how I feel but I could never bring myself to say what I felt. I didn't feel like a daughter all the time, I felt like a trophy more than anything.

I brought the pillow down and sighed as I felt my red-hot face cool down. Everything will be fine, I'm sure of that. Tomorrow I will apologies and mom will forgive me and say "sorry for being so tough on you Addis" and everything will be normal again. Normal as in I need to make sure to follow the rules from now on.

I flopped on my back and sighed heavily as I starred up at the ceiling. I think if I had dove right through the window mom and dad wouldn't have seen my feet flaying around like a fish out of water. Poor little fish…

My thoughts went back to the sounds of scissors snipping and my eyes slowly opened from my thoughts. Edward. A smile slowly appeared on my face but it wasn't as happy as I would have liked it to be. I was very much upset with the argument I had with my mother but remembering the man with scissor hands standing at the top of the spiral stairs case that seemed to float reminded me of his kind and genuine smile that spoke for his emotions. His happiness in hearing my music.

Has he listened to me play every day since I moved here? I remembered the day I moved in and played the grand piano on the lawn, how sweet and beautiful it sounded in the summer breeze, the wind probably carrying my music to the mansion where Edward lived alone.

Crawling on my knees to the bathroom door I unlocked it and pushed the door wide open to see my room lit by a fading orange glow. I sat at the doorway, starring at my key board by the window. The orange light glistened off the black and white keys as if transcending the beauty of god himself. I chewed my lip and my mind went blank, I didn't know what I wanted to play for Edward who was most likely standing in the shadows of his bedroom waiting and listening for me to play.

"Edward…" I said a bit raspy due to screaming into my pillow. I stood up and dropped my cap onto the floor not worrying about it for the moment. I sat down at the stool before my instrument and popped my knuckles before opening my window wide open and turning my key board's volume a few notches from its usual level. I wanted to make sure Edward can hear me play clearly.

Resting my finger tips ever so lightly on the keys my mind was still blank of everything, all but my feelings. I sat there for a good while trying to think of something to play but I couldn't think of one song that Edward might not have heard or would like to hear. My eyes darted to the mansion I can barely see over the tree tops and to the large hole that was in the roof. I didn't see anything move or shift like I had the first few times or the others. But he was there I knew it. The sun was going to set very soon, I promised him I would play before it disappeared.

I breathed in and then my fingers began to glide. I played a tune I couldn't remember the name of but my heart sure as heck did. It was gentle and soothing, yet it wasn't as happy as the usual songs I practiced playing. Despite the mellow tune of my song it was incredible beautiful. Later on tonight I will surely remember the name of this piece, because I never truly forget.

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I opened my eyes, not realizing they were closed, and looked outside my window to see the mansion. I didn't see anything but continued to play as my thoughts kept leading back and forth from the song I was playing to the sound of scissors snipping air.

I heard some of the neighbors talking on my yard and my parents in the hall saying something about me playing "louder than usual" but I couldn't have been more oblivious to the things around me. I closed my eyes and thought about the mansion, the old wooden floors, the dusty walls, the large hole in the roof of the mansion, and the boy by the window. Sitting below the opening with his scissor hands by his side and starring at the ground also oblivious to his surroundings.

I imagine myself in his large room with my grand piano and him sitting beside me and watching me play, away from suburbia and Edward away from his solitude. The song began to come to a close and I gave it everything in me to hit the notes as hard and flawless as I would for a performance.

The last notes were played, slowly fading away into the distance of the mansion, and my eyes opened to see the glint of light from the scissors of the gentle man.

Applause was heard from the lawn along with nasal pitched whistles and constant chatter.

The clatter of dishes erupted from the kitchen down the hall.

I stood from my stool, eyes never leaving the mansion.

The sun had set.


Addison shows a more mature side in this chapter. Sarcasm and witty jokes are always fun but as the readers you should also learn to understand Addison as well as the people around her.

Will Edward have to as well?

Until next time, Samono out!