I'm sorry that I skipped a whole month, but if I didn't this story would be too long. And I'm sure many of you want Edward back!
Disclaimer:All characters—besides Oliver—and the Twilight Saga itself belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs in this story.
Previously
Eric didn't seem to get that I was annoyed and he leaned in to kiss me. I blushed and smacked my hand into Eric's face, keeping his mouth far away from me. Leaning back, I looked to see the cart full with grocery bags. I grabbed and began to pull it with me through the doors.
Oliver followed me as we made our way to the truck.
We began to put the food in the truck and finished quickly. I was eager to get out of here because I wanted to avoid Eric—and any other men who wanted anything from me.
Chapter 21
Blood Red Summer – Coheed And Cambria
Faint white figures paint my sleep
Please don't tell my secrets, keep them hidden
(You got it, you got it, you got it)
If the words that matter reach your face from floor
Will you be wondering if, or
(Do I need what is given or honest?)
Does it cost me scarring if the words stay true
Even number, your nephew
(I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it anymore)
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may
In a pain that buckles out your knees
Could you stop this if I plead?
(You got it, you got it, you got it)
So destined I am to walk among the dark
A child in keeping secrets from
(Will they know what I've done in the after?)
In the sought for matter when the words blame you
In a blood red summer I'll give you
(I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it)
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may, Come what may
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may, Come what may
What did I do to deserve?
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to deserve?
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to deserve?
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to deserve?
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to deserve?
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to deserve?
What did I do?
It has been a month since I began to live with Charlie and Oliver. Ever since that night I had thought they lied to me, my suspicion had faded slowly. Oliver is my best friend, and Charlie is my father, they would never do anything to hurt me. And if they did something that ever pissed me off, I knew it was for my own good.
Charlie had hired me a private tutor since he didn't want me going to a public school. He had said that that I was too special for a public school. I just blushed and laughed it off, agreeing to make him happy.
Oliver enrolled in the Arizona State University and is majoring in neurology.
When I asked him why he chose neurology, he just said, "I like how the brain works."
"Good. That's correct. Okay, well, we're done for today," Mrs. Cope, my private tutor, said. I muttered a thanks to her as she packed up her things and left.
"Bye, Mrs. Cope. Have a good summer," I called out to her as she walked through the front door. I heard her say "You too" and then I trudged in the living room. My eyebrows squeezed together in confusion as I saw Charlie and Oliver in the living room, waiting for me.
"Hey, dad. Hi, Oliver. What are you two doing home? Charlie, I thought you were at the station. And Oliver, you're missing classes? That's a bad first start in college," I scolded them. I sat down on the tan, leather couch and was about to chasten them some more, but decided against it when I saw their faces.
Charlie was looking surprisingly serious. His mouth was in a tight line, and his hands were on his lap. He had a firm grip on a piece of paper. For a minute, I thought it was my grades or something, but last time I checked, I was getting high grades. Grades couldn't make him look this annoyed or mad or whatever that unreadable expression on his face was.
Oliver looked grief-stricken. His mouth was in a frown and he was shaking his head at Charlie. The frown looked out of place on his handsome, unblemished face. Oliver's hands went up into his hair and he started pulling at it.
"Guys, what's wrong?" I requested an answer from them. My eyes traveled from Oliver to Charlie to Oliver and to Charlie again.
Oliver spoke up first, "Charlie, be a good bloke. Don't do this to her. She isn't even a legal adult yet!" He talked to Charlie like I wasn't even here.
Charlie looked up from the paper in his hands. Glaring at Oliver, he got off his recliner and set the paper on my lap.
Dumbfounded and with shaking hands, I picked up the paper and began to read it silently.
Victoria Adams
Age: 123 years old
Status: Vampire
Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
The list kept going on and on until the end of the page. I flipped it over and there was more on the back.
As I read them over and over again, Charlie and Oliver had their own conversation.
"I've been waiting long enough, Oliver. I've been waiting all my life for this moment," Charlie whispered furiously to Oliver.
Oliver replied back, "She's only seventeen. I'm sure you can wait a little longer."
"I am so tired of waiting! Why should I wait? Because you are in love with her!?" My head snapped up at that and I stared at Oliver in disbelief as he continued to look enraged by Charlie.
"You are such a fool. One day, because of what you did to her, she is not going to forgive you and she is going to kill you," Oliver whispered in Charlie's ear as he walked past him.
I watched as Oliver walked up to me and bent down. I blushed fiercely as he kissed me on the cheek.
"Take care of yourself. I have to get out of this house before I rip off your father's head. See ya tomorrow," he murmured in my ear. I nodded mutely and watched as he walked out the front door.
As soon as I heard the truck start up and the squealing of the engine as it left, I turned back to Charlie. He was staring at me, obviously irked from fighting with Oliver.
I held up the paper, "W-what is this?" The suspicion I had when I first woke up here came back. They were lying about something, and I've been living in the dark through the whole thing. Suddenly, I was clueless, I didn't know what else to say, what else to do but ask that simple question.
"That paper is your assignment for the summer. Think of it as home schooling. These people listed on there, they are very horrible, vile people. They need to be stopped, and you're the only one that can stop them."
This might be my last update until January 2009.
Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it!!!
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---J