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Wipe Your Eyes

Chapter 13 – Unexpected Arrival

(BPOV)

The continuous ringing of the doorbell woke me up from my deep slumber.

It was very early. I knew it though I really didn't know what time it was because the room was still kind of dark.

Edward remained unfazed. His arm was draped heavily on my waist and my face was still buried on his chest. He looked so handsome and peaceful in his sleep.

I didn't like the idea of getting up but I had to get the door. The adamant person behind that door was irritating me. What the hell do they need this early?

Carefully, I disentangled myself from Edward and get up from the bed. He was sleeping like a stone and if he wasn't snoring lowly, I would've thought that he was dead.

…

Looking through the peephole, I saw two extravagantly dressed people; a man and a woman. They were with two burly men who looked like their bodyguards.

This calls for a big, big, big celebration. My parents were here. Yay. Maybe I should even jump with excitement because those persons who almost threw me away were here.

"Charlie, we've been here for ages. My heels are killing me already!" the woman whine.

"Honey, relax. Maybe they are—"

Before he could continue, I unlocked and opened the door.

They were both so shocked when they saw that it was me. They looked like they saw a ghost. Gosh, I looked better than a ghost. Maybe I was still too pale and thin that I looked like a zombie, and let's not forget the dark circles under my eyes. Yeah, I was close to looking like a zombie.

"Why are you here?" I asked, intentionally being rude.

"We came to get you. You should not be staying with that bastard," Charlie said with concern. Yeah, right. They cared enough for me to transfer me to the worst mental hospital in the planet.

"I'm not coming with you. Is that all you've got to say?" I asked in a dismissive tone.

Renee looked at me unbelievingly with her cosmetic coated face. Ew, her makeup was probably heavier than her.

"You will come with us. That guy cheated on you. What are you, a masochist?" Renee said.

"I said no, I'm not—"

The two men grabbed my arms. They dragged me out of the outside the condo. They were carrying me like I was just a piece of paper.

"Edward! Edward, help me! Edward!" I screamed the loudest I could.

What was happening? Am I having a nightmare? Why was no one waking me up? Where was Edward?

"God, move a bit faster, bring her to the car," Renee commanded the guys.

"Ed—"

One of the men covered the mouth with his hand, muffling my screams and protests.

…

(NPOV)

I couldn't sleep and there were three reasons why. First, Rachel moved every five seconds. Second, there were so many thoughts running through my mind right now. Third, I missed my mom. I was wondering if Dad had been taking good care of her because he wasn't in the condition to do so. I don't know. I feel like something bad was going to happen.

Rachel shifted again. That was the last straw. I stood up and left the room without looking back.

The house felt strangely huge at this hour because the halls were empty. Besides Rachel's room, the kitchen and the dining room, there was only room that I know where and that was Jake's.

Was he even awake at this time? Maybe it was four a.m. or two, or one. I really didn't care. I couldn't bear to stay in that pink room anymore. I mean, Rachel was very nice to me and I could feel that we could be great friends, but we didn't share the same interests. We were polar opposites. She was so girly, very like Aunt Alice.

With my bare feet, I easily went to Jake's room. The door had his name engraved elegantly on it.

I knocked thrice before entering. Thank goodness the door was unlocked. He probably forgot to lock it.

"Jake?" I called.

His room was pitch black. I remember he told me once that he couldn't sleep with any kind of light on.

My face fell with the thought that he could be asleep. I shouldn't bother him. He must be so tired from everything, he needed this…he needed rest.

I was just about to leave the room when the lights flickered open. My eyes hurt from the sudden brightness.

"Ness, why are you here?" Jake's voice was thick with sleep.

Oh no, I woke him up.

I turned to face him. Gawd, he looked so freaking handsome right now. His hair was a bird's nest, his eyes were bloodshot and he was shirtless. Even after a tiring day, he could still look so hot.

I should stop thinking things like that about him. He was my friend.

"I couldn't sleep," I said truthfully.

He shook his head and there was an amused smile on his face. "It's Rachel, right?"

I nodded, smiling and preventing myself from laughing. I didn't know why but thinking about my situation with her sister earlier seemed funny.

"She never remained in one place. I get now why her bed is so freaking big. If I could, I would've tied her," I joked.

He chuckled. "Even when we were kids, I hated sharing the bed with her. She was worse then, she always ends up on the floor."

After that, there was an awkward silence between us.

I was getting a bit sleepy and my eyes were looking longingly on Jake's bed. His green sheets looked so comfy and fluffy I wanted to sink my face on them. They probably smelled like him, too. Hmm.

"Ness, are you alright?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"Can I stay here?" I asked without thinking, my eyes still fixated on his sheets.

"Are you sure?" he asked, I could trace the slightest nervousness in his voice.

"Yes," I breathed.

Slowly, I walked toward the center of the room, where his bed was located. I think I jumped on his bed as soon as it was close enough for me to reach.

The bed was so soft. I jumped and jumped like the immature kid I was.

I didn't know beds could be this bouncy! It was almost like a trampoline.

"Whoa! You gotta stop that!" Jake warned me.

The bed was squeaking and the headboard was hitting the wall, making weird noises. It made me giggle like a fool.

"Are you drunk?" he asked.

"Nope," I said, still giggling.

Jake grabbed my foot, making me stop and fall in top of him. My eyes widened…and I started laughing again. I couldn't help it. Jake's face looked funny.

The door burst open. Mr. Black was there in his pajamas, looking at us in disbelief.

"I…uh…I was…I heard noises…" he stammered.

This would probably be on my list of that awkward moment.

"Dad, look," Jake tried to explain but his father was already gone.

"He thought…" I trailed, getting out of his bed.

"He might tell your father."

Uh-oh. I could smell trouble.

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