Chapter 14

Edward.

''Edward what are you doing?'' I raise my eyebrow at him-he's standing at the end of the stairs with a baseball bat grinning.

''I have something for Ben I think will help with the dreams-it won't hurt to try.''

''Okay.'' I say slowly, raising an eyebrow but being skeptical; his dreams had picked up and intensified lately. ''A baseball bat will help him?''

''This is half of it-where is he?''

I want to know what he has planned-but trust it's not that bad. Once I call Ben he races past me so I have to run to keep up, though I don't want to run right now since I've been feeling sick all morning.

I see they've gone into the back garden so I slowly pick up Katie-since I can't do anything fast these days, especially bending down and follow them out. I stop in my tracks when I see what Edward and Ben are standing in front of-dread and confusion shattering all nerve endings in my body. It's a bike and Ben's limply holding the baseball bat and staring at the bike blankly while Edward whispers to him. After a minute Edward helps him hold up the bat and show's him how to swing it. Had they not been getting ready to seemingly smash a bike it would have been a cute sight to see.

''What are you doing?'' I call out, barely registering the words.

''This will help.'' Edward reassures. ''I'll help you with the first swing, okay?''

They go for the seat-and I understand something more when it's hit and crumbles and cracks on impact, it's not real, whatever it is. Edward whispers something else to him and he nods again before Edward comes over to me and takes Katie-who had started to call him. ''What is this?''

''Not a real bike, it helps let out some anger and frustration. I did it too, though I destroyed an old TV and pictured Aro's face, it helped a lot.''

''Do you think this will help him?''

He shrugs. ''Look at him.''

I do, he's swinging the bat around like crazy, the bike now a crumpled pule of cracked dust. ''He looks crazed.''

''Smashing the bike is second best to screaming his lungs out.'' He looks to me, and I know he know's what he's talking about. ''He's angry and sad at the world and he just needs a let out point.''

My hands ring together uneasily. ''Do you think he'll be okay?''

''Of course.'' He smiles in reassurance. ''Kids can get through things.''

''You didn't.'' I say softly, hesitantly. ''Not completely.''

''That's different. No one forgets abuse and I'll never get over it, Ben mightn't get over this either, but at least they'll be days where he'll forget.''

His words weigh down on me-he has to move on sometime, even if it's going to be difficult and I was determined to help him through like he was trying to help Ben.

I know this is short, but I'm definitely going to update later today too, Thank you for reading! ;)xxx