Chapter 14
Edward's POV
"What the fuck did you do now?" my brother snapped at me, while we were on the phone.
"What the fuck are you even talking about?" I asked.
"I saw the fucking international news Edward. You've really gotten to robbing stores?" he asked.
"What the fuck Miles? I haven't been out of the house in days," I said.
"Like hell!" he snapped.
"Really Miles! I haven't been out of the house in days. You could contact our fucking mother and she would tell you exactly what I fucking said!" I said.
I hadn't moved from the fucking bed in a few days, well except to do things I needed to do. Now my brother is accusing me of a robbery, which I didn't do.
"Well who else do you know that looks exactly like you?" he asked.
"Maybe our fucking father?" I asked.
"Is our father under twenty-one?" he snapped.
"What does it even matter?" I asked.
"You know exactly what the hell I'm talking about Edward," he said.
"Go to hell Miles. I didn't do anything," I said ending the call.
After ending the call I just stared at the background on my phone. I hadn't changed it since I moved back to London, I hadn't changed it since I was in Chicago.
Bella and I. She was smiling, she was happy, and she loved me. She didn't know, she didn't know anything. Until she did; I lost her. It wasn't long before I started browsing all of my pictures, the only pictures I had of her.
I should have just told her, told her that I wasn't who I said, but I didn't. I told her the fake name and thought that I could get away with it, without her actually finding out about who I was, who I am. I wanted to see her, I had to see her.
"Edward," Andy said coming in the room.
"What do you want Andy?" I asked.
"You're going somewhere," he said.
"No I'm not," I said.
"Edward," he said.
You could so tell this little boy was related to our father, in that attitude we all share.
"You don't know what I'm going through Andy," I said.
"It's Drew!" he snapped.
"You don't know what I'm going through Drew," I said, "correcting" myself.
"You can't just leave me out of these things Ed," he said.
For a kid his age, he wasn't that stupid.
"I need to go back; nobody can know," I said.
"You know you can't do that. Miles has it covered," he said.
"Like hell!" I snapped.
"You know Elizabeth won't let you out of this place!" he said.
"I'm over eighteen. She can't do anything to me," I said.
"She's still your mom," he said.
My mother didn't control me. I'm over eighteen which means it is fine for me, to go wherever I want, not somewhere she wants me to go.
"Miles has it taken care of Edward. You don't need to make things worse," he said.
"I don't really give a shit anymore! She isn't anything to my brother," I said slipping off of the bed.
As my feet hit the floor, I noticed how cold the floor was. It was time, there was no way in fucking hell I was going to stay here any longer, I may not be able to see her right up close but there I could see her somehow. Sometime.
"You're just going to leave? Just like that?" Andy asked.
"Yes," I said.
I stood from my bed and walked over to my closet, pulling out my bag for overnight trips.
"You shouldn't just leave like this!" Andy said.
I had to go, I had to see her.
"I can't just stay here any longer Andrew. I just….I'm tired of being here!" I said.
"What if she sees you?" he asked.
"She won't," I said.
"What if she does?!" he snapped.
"I don't know Andrew. If she does, she does," I said.
"Don't you think she's in enough pain with you lying to her?" he asked.
"I didn't lie," I said.
"You just didn't tell her the truth," he said.
"I did it to keep her safe," I said.
"From who?" he asked.
Who was I trying to keep her safe from?
I was trying to keep her safe from me, trying to keep her safe from her boyfriend.
"Exactly," Andy said.
He knew exactly what I was thinking, he knew I was trying to keep her from me.
"Can I go with you?" he said, out of the blue.
"What?!" I said looking over his way.
"She is my sister…well half-sister," he said.
"No. I cannot let you go with me. Mom would kill me," I said, as I walked over to the closet.
When I opened the closet doors, I saw clothes, and weapons, lots and lots of weapons. I had to protect myself, and my family somehow.
"How are you going to protect yourself In New York? You can't take a weapon on a plane," he said.
"Why would I need protecting?" I asked.
"Just in case something happens," he said.
I wasn't going to take a gun, I could buy a gun in New York if I needed it.
"How are you going to leave? You know you can't leave London," he said.
"I'll find a way, and you're not going. Mom would kill me if you got hurt," I said.
"I won't get hurt! I've lived with you my whole life," he said.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're not me Andrew! You barely know anything on trying to even protect yourself," I said.
"I'm only twelve Edward," he said.
He is only twelve, I had to remember that about that small boy.
"Take me with you, please. She is my half-sister," he said, crossing his arms.
"You don't need to even know her Andrew! She doesn't even know you exist," I said.
"How do you know? You don't know what my mom told her!" he said stomping his foot.
"You're not going with me," I said.
"Take me with you please," he said.
"Andrew! You heard what I said!" I snapped.
"You guys are so mean! You keep me away from everything," he said stomping out of my room.
Sometimes….just sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with that kid.
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