bobbi: okay i cheated. only because i needed to write this one, because i'm afraid i was going to forget one of my events. enjoy and review! don't be so cold.. :]
Sorry, please read anyways.
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I bounced up edward's front steps two at a time. Edward called me and told me to come right over, and that it was an emergency. He didn't tell me more than that. I rang the doorbell and shifted my weight impatiently. I heard footsteps and some shuffling, and then edward opened the door, his face was exasperated.
"Tell me what happened." I demanded as he took my hand and pulled me inside. He closed the door behind me and I took in my surroundings. It was dark, the house had a sort of dark shadowy fog about it. I turned to face him.
"What happened?" I asked, growing impatient. He sighed and leaned back against the door frame, tilting his head all the way back.
"Last night henry yelled at my mother, and he threw around some stuff and scared the crap out of her, threatening her and he gave her a bloody nose." He winced, running his hand through his hair. "Then he took her money and left. She called everyone he might know and nobody has seen him." He scowled.
"I think she's more worried he's going to leave her. She's so stupid." He winced again. I stepped closer to him, resting my head on his chest. He was tense, I wanted him to calm down. He put his hand on my back and exhaled.
"She told you all this?" I asked, kind of shocked she would tell him something so.. personal. They were practically like cousins. Distant, distant cousins. He nodded.
"She told me yesterday when me and Rosie came home and she was in hysterics. She was crying like a mad woman." He sighed, stepping away from me and walking into the kitchen. I followed him, quite unsure of what to do. Elizibeth was cooking, some kind of meat. Edward sat down at one of the barstools and I sat down in the one next to him. Edward hardly looked at her. I knew he was mad. He's never liked Henry. Elizibeth was a fool for men, she had a great fear of being alone.
"Hello, bella. how are you?" she asked, turning to smile a beautiful smile at me. Her, Rosie and Edward looked like a freaking moviestar family, all day everyday.
"Fine, how are you?" I said, trying out my new manners. Edward scowled and spun the stool, facing the wide open window, looking out onto the sunlit porch.
"I'm... okay." she said, turning back to her meat concoction. "I suppose Edward's already told you.. about....." I nodded.
"Yes." I simply told her. I seen Edward wince again, as if hearing about Henry caused him pain. She nodded solomnly and held her head down.
"He's not the kind of person you think he is..." she whispered, more to herself than me. I nodded, unsure of how to respond. Edward spun the chair around feircly.
"He's exactly the kind of man we think he is! I wouldn't wish getting punched in the face on my worst enemy, but you really had it comming!" He said through clenched teeth. I touched his arm.
"Edward.." I said softly, cautiously. He jerked his arm away and stormed out of the kitchen, I fumbled for my feet and followed after him. He stood at the staircase, hiding his face in the wall. I aproached him carefully. He was very scary when he was enthralled. He was breathing heavily, I set my hand on his arm again.
"Edward, I know you're upset, but that was mean.. I think you should apoligize." I told him softly. His breathing suddenly slowed down, and he turned to face me.
"I know.. I just get so fed up with her. I don't understand why she can't see him for all he's worth. Which is nothing. She think she can't so better." He scoffed. "She could do better in her sleep." He calmed down surprisingly, he was even smiling softly. I put my hand on his face, feeling a bit sullen. Bad things always happened to good people.
"Save your anger for Henry." I said, making him flinch. Edward had been in many fights, but he had nothing on Henry. The guy was buff, built with muscle. He was the Chuck Norris of the Cullen estate. Edward seemed to be thinking the same thing, because his hand reached up to his split lip.
"He's dead. the next time I see him, he's dead."
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At dinner that same evening, things have only gotten more tense. Elizibeth had made salad and what appeared to be meatloaf, Rosie wouldn't even touch it. She sipped water and ate microwavable pasta. Edward poked and prodded the salad around on his plate, not speaking. He knew he was going to yell. I tried not to look at Elizibeth, but I failed. She was the poster child for "heart broken." Her head lay low and sheepish, her eyebrows creased with worry. U cleared my throat, eager to break the silence. Edward looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"So Elizibeth.. " I said, rummaging through my brain for some easy questions. "Uhm.. where did you get those.. curtains?" I looked back down at my plate. Edward laughed outright and Rosie snickered, knowing what a horrible conversation starter I was. Elizibeth didn't seem to notice.
"Uhm... I had them sent in from ethan allen. Only the finest." She winked. I smiled, hoping to have made some headway as far as being her friend went. Edward chuckled and shook his head, but it wasn't a happy laugh, it was a threatening laugh. I sealed my lips.
"So.. Edward. Did you and Rosie play with Bella yesterday?" she said, turning to him, attempting conversation. "When you guys left?"
Edward leaned all the way back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap.
"Well, Elizibeth, first I dropped Rosie off at this cocaine lab, from there I proceeded to go and pick up a disease ridded hooker, and from there we went behind a general store and had unprotected-"
"Edward..." I interupted. Elizibeth's face was shocked. I shook my head. "He's joking."
She smiled slightly and nodded, looking down. Edward suddenly leaned foreward and gripped the table.
"Elizibeth, I know you don't want to talk about this but are you trying to tell me that in the however many years you've been with Henry you've never noticed anything..." He paused, catching his breath. "Unusual? I mean, you've never noticed my bruises? My cuts?" Elizibeth's face was red.
"Well how was I supposed to know? You always get in fights. The school doesn't even bother suspending you anymore, they always just send you home!" she said, leaning foreward on the table, shaking. She wiped her eyes with a napkin. "I know I've been a bad mother, but-"
"Understatment of the millenium." he said.
"Edward, please try to listen." she said, hovering over to table. "Henry is good to me.. well.. he was. Thats not the point. I loved him. You couldn't even understand.. You never even tried to get to like him you just-"
"I could never like him because he was always hitting me!" Edward yelled, standing up. Elizibeth flinched.
"Had I known, I would have told him to stop. This has only been brought to my attention now. How was i supposed to know?" She hunched over now, crying into her napkin. Edward froze, then sat down next to her. He put his arms around her.
"You've made some horrible choices. Theres no way you can change that. You can only grow from it. Leave him, mom. Leave him." He whispered. I stood up and left the room. It was too personal, I felt like I should leave. It wasn't really my business. I walked out onto the back patio, it was cold with night air. I stared into the shadows, the cobblestone paved walkway. It was too much. When were we ever going to have some fun? Or at least not have to worry about everything falling apart all the time. I heard the sliding glass door creak open, I didn't have to turn around to know it was him. I smelt him, his soap and smoke smell, his laundry and mint smell. He stood next to me, not speaking. I felt him shift, and he sat down and crossed his legs.
"You didn't have to leave.." he whispered.
"I felt like I should've." I told him, sitting next to him. He sighed.
"I'm sorry I'm pulling you into all this. I know this isn't what you bargained for. Family problems, comas and creepy mothers." he laughed.
"I didn't bargain for anything. I just wanted you." it was cheesy, but true. "The family stuff is just an obstacle." He put his arm around me and rested his head on my shoulder. His hair brushed my cheek.
"I'm sorry about this.. stuff. we'll have more fun from now on. I promise." he said, "Lets just wait for things to calm down."
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So, we did. We let weeks past, just goofing off. We were hardly ever home and Henry never came back. Corey was still missing, and everytime I asked edward about it he would turn away and change the subject. I was suspicious, but not enough to bring it up again. One day Edward told me he had to stay home and watch Rosie for a bit, and he asked me if I would come over. On my way out the door, I began to think about Corey for the first time in weeks. I missed how grown up I felt around him. Just a married couple, living in a small but liveable apartment, no pets, looking for jobs and late on the rent.
I put my keys in the ignition. I couldn't understand why he would just leave, without saying anything to me. I mean, we were still like, friends, right? I had a small right to know? maybe I should go to his apartment.. Perhaps there would be a clue somewhere. I looked at the street signs. I was only a few blocks away. I turned onto his street. My heart was racing. Okay, just a quick peek inside and then I would go to Edward's. I wouldn't even need to tell him. I pushed the gas pedal down a little farther, making my truck groan and whistle. Well, not whistle, but you get the point. I reached his complex and pulled in, climbing out of the truck cab and looking around suspiciously. There was no one around. I ran up the stairs, stopping at his door. I hesitated. What if edward found out? I should leave. I should be a good little girlfriend and leave. But because I had no powers of persuasion, I opened the door and peered around.
It looked just as I remembered it, dirty and smelling of cigarettes. The t.v. was off and there was clothes on the couch. The window was cracked and there was a broken cup on the ground. Nothing much had changed at all. I stepped inside, looking behind the door, as if he would be there. I kept half expecting him to stroll out of the bedroom, his face lighting up as he saw me. I walked over to his desk, not really used for writing things, but he liked to draw. I flipped through the t.v. guide, looking around at what used to be my second home. It felt weird being in there, almost like an invasion of privacy.
I stumbled over to the couch, I sat down, unsure of what to do next. I picked up the remote and pressed the power button. Nothing happened. I shook it, tried again, and sighed, flipping it over and opening the battery compartment. I raised my eyebrows. There was a small peice of paper, folded up and jammed inside. I took it out. It was from Corey. It said, "Aberdeen, WA." And there was a number. A felt my heart speed up. Did he know I was going to find it? I looked around, feeling like I should call it. If he left me this paper, surely he wanted me to call it, right? I mean, that would be the right thing to do. Edward would not be happy. But I needed to. I hungered for the life I left behind. I wanted to talk to him, to know he's alright. I pulled out my stupid siver cell phone and started clicking buttons.
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"No freaking way." I said, loosening the ropes tied around my wrists. Well, trying to.
"Yes freaking way. You're going to do it." Henry told me, not moving from his lounging position on the couch. I felt my eyes burn up. I started breathing eratically. Henry rolled his eyes.
"I left a note, she'll find it soon enough." he said. I growled.
"She won't find it. She won't even go to my house. Ever. Sorry." I said, smiling half-heartedly. I felt blood pool down my wrists and into my hands. Despite the bleeding, I pulled against the ropes some more.
"She already has. She just has to find the note." He laughed. I scowled, wriggling in my ropes to no avail. He was insane. He came after me two days earlier, having searched my house and finding the note I left for bella, he rewrote it and came after me. Now the fucking psycho tied me up and set me as bait. I shook my head again, finished talking. My eyes stung. I felt like total shit. I shouldn't have even left. I should have just sucked it up and stayed away from her. I looked around at the bleak hotel room. This scared me, mostly because it probably meant he wasn't planning on staying long. And it probably meant that he wasn't going to take me with him. I pulled at the ropes. Why does this kind of stuff have to happen? Some god we have. Can't even lock up the creeps. My heart pounded as the phone rang. Henry smiled at me and stood up.
"Remember your lines?" He asked, jamming a knife into my throat. I froze. I had to think of something, and think quick. The only possible chance of escape was zero to negative eight. The only way I could get out of this now was to magically sprout arms out of my chest and strangle him to death, fat chance of that. I nodded slightly. He picked up the phone and held it to my ear.
".... Hello?" I asked, waiting. I heard her breathing on the end.
"Corey? Where are you? I found your note!" She said. I scowled. Not my note, not the one I left you with the actual number, but you found the one with Henry's rewritten number on it. Way to go, Bella. I sighed.
"I..." I started, looking up at henry. He dug the knife in a little deeper. "I need you to come get me." I spit it out like a bad taste in my mouth. If only Edward was here, he'd know what to do.
"Why? Okay.. sure. I'll go call Edward." She said. I groaned. Henry stuck it in deeper still.
"No! No, don't do that." I said, trying not to sound sincere. Hopefully she would do it anyways. "Just.. drive down to Aberdeen and come get me. I'm at the Lucky Star hotel, just two miles into town. Room number tres." I said, trying to say something witty. I couldn't believe I was telling her this. But Henry was going to kill me, and I admit, though selfishly, I wanted to see Bella again before I die. If I could just see her once more.. Thats all I would need. I would tell her to come and then I would help her escape. Henry was proving to me just how dangerous he was. Just as I thought she would, bella complied.
"Okay. When should I leave?" She asked, I didn't know. I looked up at Henry, who was watching me intensely. He nodded, mouthing, 'now'
"Now." I said. My throat closed up. "Come now." I heard her hesitate, then she exhaled.
"Are you sure I shouldn't tell edward?" She asked. Yes, I wanted to say, yes. Go tell him that you called me, go tell him. Please, Bella, for Christs sake go tell him.
"I'm sure. Don't tell him." My heart shrivled up and floated down into the deep depths of my chest. I needed to find a way out. And fast. But I couldn't let Bella come here after I escaped. Why did I even tell her? I could live without seeing her one more time if it meant she would live. She said goodbye and hung up, I didn't tell henry. I sat with the phone clutched between my shoulder and my head, pretending I could have told her not to come. Fuck my pride. We were going to die.
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bobbi: woah, dramatic. review! please..? SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT! I had it uploaded but all of the capital letters disappeared and I just got done retyping it. Sorry. Computer glitches.
And, just a fair warning, I might decide to discontinue this story, just because I feel like its not really going anywhere. But prolly not. I'll let you know.