I blame Josh...
Seriously. I spent the last three days up at my uncle's house, and he has a roommate called Josh. Josh wants to be a psychologist. So I spent a large part of the three extremely boring days talking to him. It's so nice talking to someone smart... Doesn't happen on here very often. It's why I come on here, usually, some of the people I talk to on here are smart... But he uses complicated words, and he overanalyzes everything. Plus I've got to actually go to school tomorrow, haven't gone in two weeks, stupid school... Wait, I went on Wednesdays... And I have to do my Physics exam then. So I'm in an analyzing mood, and this chapter reflects that, and my current state of mind, and god this chapter's long.
Well, sorry for being away for so long. Enjoy!
"The patient should wake up in about a week," Doctor Gerandy informed Carlisle. "The combination of pills that she ingested were mostly low-strength sleeping pills. They would have been sufficient to kill her, if they had not also made her vomit, which expelled some of the chemicals. She may suffer for some weeks to come."
I was standing next to Carlisle, so I heard him say it. I breathed a sigh of relief. Rosalie was going to be fine. Until next time.
Groaning, I sat on the ground and buried my head in my hands. The two doctors couldn't be aware of the thoughts that were going through my head, and probably thought I was groaning at the thought of Rosalie waking up. Stupid retards.
Rosalie would most likely attempt to commit suicide again when she woke up. After all, I would still be with Alice; not even all my family and friends threatening to commit suicide would tear me away from Alice, let alone one girl. But the only way to save Rosalie would be to agree to Alice's mad threesome plan... What should I do?
My thoughts ran in circles for some time. I could always agree to the threesome... But not having Alice to myself would eventually drive me insane, and I'd probably kill her anyway. And then she's be dead, so that plan was a no-go. Maybe I could sleep with Rosalie on the side... But then Alice might find out, and she'd kill herself, then I'd die, then Rosalie would kill herself... That plan was worse than the first.
But I couldn't think of anything else! It was driving me insane! Maybe I could give Alice to Rose... No, then I wouldn't have Alice. Gah! No matter what I came up with, Rosalie died! It was like it was inevitable!
I needed a distraction. Looking around quickly, nothing jumped to mind. But the way those three plants were situated, it looked like they were having a threesome... Looking closer, I noticed that one of the plants seemed to have wrapped several branches around one of the other plants. Had it gone insane and... Oh god, I'm insane, aren't I? Well, I am, asking god-knows-who if I'm insane... But comparing the three of us to plants?
My cellphone vibrated in my pocket. I nearly cried in relief; I had noticed three paintings on the wall. One of them was hanging slightly askew, as though it had tried to knock another one off the wall...
"Hello?" My voice came out at least two octaves higher than normal. What was wrong with me? I checked my arms. No, I wasn't green, or framed. Why was I comparing myself to trees, then? Or paintings? Look down, Bella, look down... Those three tiles sort of looked as if they were having a threesome...
"Bella?" I focused on Charlie's voice, thankful for anything that could take my mind off threesomes. "Are you alright?" And those three words did not sound like they were having a threesome. No sir, they did not. No more threesomes here. Gah, more threesomes!
"Hey, Dad," I said, concentrating on the sound of my own voice. There shouldn't be anything there that would remind me of threesomes. Unless my voice started to make the sounds that I had made during the threesome and I am so fucking sick of threesomes already! They were fucking everywhere! Even those nurses looked like they were having one!
On closer inspection, I shuddered and turned away. I think those nurses actually were having a threesome. How could she bear having a guy's rod anywhere near them? The very thought of having one near me made me want to throw up! And here was this one nurse, having it on with two guys, in a public hallway! How was no one else aware of this?
"Yuck," I said, grimacing. Carlisle looked at me inquiringly, and followed my line of sight. When he saw the three, I couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face. It looked like an under-exaggerated version of the look he had had when he had walked in on my threesome...
And the threesome was back.
"What's happening?" Charlie asked, sounding cross. I bit back another laugh. I think I really was going insane. By god, Rosalie might not be safe now. "Never mind that. Bella, someone reported seeing Harry skulking around our house."
My mind was instantly diverted away from all thoughts of threesomes. And by recognizing that, the threesomes were back. I stuck them on a shelf, beat them down, and focused back on what Charlie was telling me.
Harry Edward. Why was that prick hanging around my house? I'd beat the fuck out of him if he ever came near me again! Fucking jerk, how dare he come near my house, threaten my Alice-
Alice. Alice lived with me. Edward wasn't only threatening me by sneaking around my house, he was threatening my Alice. He was threatening my life twice over. No matter who he got here, I'm sure neither of us would survive. If he got me, he would kill me, and Alice would do a Rosalie. On the other hand, if he got Alice, I'd most likely try and kill him, and if I succeeded, I'd do the same...
"That bastard!" I shrieked. "Why can't he just leave us the fuck alone?"
"Language, Bella," he said sternly. "I've told you before that you should only call people bastards when they actually were, and Edward's parents are happily married, and have been since several years before Edward was born."
"Sorry, Dad," I said contritely. Fine. I would only call him a bastard in my head. "That prick! Is that better?"
He laughed at my foolishness. "I've got the police hunting him, as a top priority," he said. "Don't worry, Bella. I'm sure he won't be able to hurt you."
"What about Alice?" I asked. The worry in my voice caught him.
"When I said nothing would hurt you, that included him getting Alice," he said gently. "I'm fairly sure that him getting Alice would hurt you, wouldn't it, Bella?"
"Sure would," I agreed. "Hurt like all hell."
"Atta girl," he said proudly. "Now listen. I've got to go now, there's some more calls coming in now, but I'll try to keep you updated, okay?"
"Okay, Dad," I said glumly. The shelf broke, and the damn threesomes came rushing back. "Love you."
"Love you to," he said gently, and promptly hung up. I knew he wasn't doing it to be rude. He really would have a lot of calls to pick up. I was his daughter, after all, and the prick was after me, so he would do his very best to try and save me from it all.
"What's happened?" Carlisle asked, a concerned look on his face. I saw him looking at my hand. Looking down, I saw three of my fingers, locked together. My index finger seemed to be trying to strangle my ring finger...
They might have heard my 'FUCK!" from outside. I'm not sure. But everyone in Rosalie's ward heard it loud and clear. I was swearing a lot now. I was suffering Alice withdrawals. My girlfriend had had to go downstairs and buy some drinks. She had been gone for twenty fucking minutes! I would kill that drinks machine if she wasn't back in ten minutes...
How do you kill a machine, anyway? It never made sense to me. Machines weren't alive. How could you kill something that wasn't alive? That's impossible! It just doesn't-
Alice stuck her head around the corner of the wall, her face lighting up when she saw me. I grinned in response, my previous manic mood disappearing. All thoughts, of killing machines, of Edward, or of threesomes, were gone. One thought filled my mind; Alice is back! Then I laughed ruefully to myself. She had only been gone twenty minutes. Was I that addicted to my little mute?
She bounced towards me. Literally bounced. There was no bending of her knees or anything. She just bounced along, her feet slapping on the cold hospital floors, going back up every time her feet touched the ground. Four cans of soft drink sat balanced precariously in her arms. All Coke, I was pleased to see. No Pepsi here, no.
I launched myself forwards, wrapping her in a giant hug. She was startled when I bent my head down and started kissing her face, all over, but didn't complain, bending her head to allow me to kiss her without hurting myself.
"Want one?" I asked. I looked down, and noticed that she was only holding two cans now. I looked around, lifting an eyebrow at her. Then I blushed, when I realized that my headlong tackle had sent two cans flying. I hadn't even noticed, I was so busy with my Alice. Oh, god, I was so addicted. She was worse than the drugs I used to take. At least she didn't make me shiver, I reflected.
And then I shivered, as she ran her free left hand down my spine. I scowled at her. That had been the perfect thing, until she had ruined it. She beamed at me. No force on Earth could resist that smile.
"You're a little devil," I informed her, leaning in to kiss the side of her mouth. She glared at me, before shrugging and nodding her head. Her mood swings were worse than mine. Maybe she was on her period. No, I would have noticed. Besides, she wasn't due for another two weeks. When would we shift to match each other? That happened between close friends, didn't it? Why were ours still different?
Alice was smiling blissfully against me, her head buried in my breasts. What the hell- why was she smiling like that? Could it have something to do with-
My phone. It was vibrating in my pocket, which just so happened to be where the fork of Alice's legs were resting. No wonder she was smiling like that. She was probably getting off of someone calling me. Strange girl.
I pulled it out and flipped it open, ignoring Alice scowling at me. "Hello?" I asked.
"Bella." It was Cynthia. She was sniffling, and her voice sounded hoarse. What was wrong with her? Had she been crying? Why would my sister me crying?
"What's wrong?" I asked, sounding concerned. Alice clung to me like I imagined a monkey would- or maybe a koala. Those little Australian monkeys held onto their mothers, didn't they? Probably. It made more sense to say koala. Monkey just didn't describe Alice at the moment, who seemed to be turning into a statue.
"Mother and Father are considering moving again," she sniffled. "And Bella, what's going to happen to me if they move me?"
"Why should anything happen to-" The next breath I drew in came in sharp and short. Alice, apparently deciding that she wanted my attention, had stuck her hand down my pants. Right in the view of the threesoming people. Nice. I continued, trying not to let any strain in my voice. Her hands felt nice. "Why should anything happen to you, Cynthia?"
She sobbed again. "Bella, when my parents abandoned Alice, the police became involved. They couldn't find Alice, but by that time, they had me, didn't they? The police told them, if they ever threw me out, then they'd arrest them for neglect. It was only that that stopped them from kicking me out when I came out to them. If we move, then I lose that protection, Bella."
I drew in a deep breath. Who did I know that was willing to take in a kid that was mostly unknown to them, based on nothing but pure trust and faith? I only knew one person like that.
"I'll talk to Carlisle, 'kay?" I said gently. "Carlisle might be able to take you in. Is that alright?"
"You're a life saver, sis," she said. At the last word, I could her her stiffen. Almost literally. Did she just call me her sister? I think she did.
"Sure am, sis," I said cheerfully. With that one little gesture, I let her know that she wasn't being too forward, that she could indeed regard me as a sister. That I regarded her as my sister in turn. What could be better?
"Thanks, Bella," she said gratefully. "For everything. I'll call and let you know, okay? They might not move, after all. It's just that they might, and if they do..."
"I know," I assured her. "Now, if you'll let me go, I need both hands to extract your sister's hand from down my pants."
"Too much information," she shuddered. "Goodbye, Bella." And the dialtone rang in my ear. I flipped the phone closed, and concentrated on Alice. I had two immediate choices. I could either pull her hand out, or I could find the nearest broom closet.
And, as luck would have it, we were standing right next to one.
Okay. I think there's like, maybe seven or eight more chapters to go. That's it. Might make it an even thirty, hey? And no sequel this time, there will be an epilogue...
To those people who still haven't figured out what happened to Rosalie; hahaha, dumbasses...
I have decided that I will be repeating Year 11. Even if I don't move to Sydney. Okay? So that means... *Drum Roll* I'll be able to work on my fanfics at school! And I might even actually update my original fic, I have like, six more chapters written for it...
Ah, well. Sorry for being away so long. You still love me, don't ya?