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Chapter 24
Revenge Will Be Sweet
EPOV
As I stood just outside of Bella's bedroom window, I couldn't help but let my mouth drop to the ground.
I had hurt her that much?
The cold wind flowed around my stone-hard body. Even though I was permanently frozen, the wind pierced through my thin shirt and chilled me to the bone. I shivered; from the temperature or from the after-effect of Bella's song, I didn't know.
I was a statue for the longest time. I could have been mistaken for a lawn gnome if I was four feet shorter and had a tall, pointed hat. The sky turned from a pale, almost gray, blue, to a light darkness. Eventually, I realized the how much time had passed, and I snapped out of my dream-like state, and ran home at top speed.
Tanya would be wondering where I had gone to. I knew that what I had done to Bella was wrong, but she was my past. I had let the past go. I already had. I had Tanya now.
BPOV
The movie was good, cheesy but good. We watched A Cinderella Story with Hilary Duff in it. We laughed at extremely cheesy scenes, and cried at the beginning and end.
Charlie came back about a half-an-hour into the movie, grumbling about not being able to find the popcorn. He used more "colorful" words, but Jess and I just giggled behind his back. We ended up ordering pizza for lunch. It came all the way from Port Angeles, so it was more of a mid-afternoon snack.
Jessica and I talked throughout the entire afternoon. As she said, we needed to "catch-up" even though it had only been a few weeks. I could still remember the day that I left. The pain of forcing myself to leave Jess had been fresh, and my biggest concern. Forks had been my hope. But now, Forks was my prison. Edward was my guard. He was the reason why I couldn't leave. My heart felt bound to find him again.
I told Jessica this when she asked why I wouldn't leave.
"What do you mean by 'my heart feels bound to find him again'?" She asked, confused. "You've found him."
I bit my lower lip, a habit I had taken up. I looked Jess square in the eye and replied, "I need to find him again. The Edward that I knew when I was little. The one that I loved." I gazed out of the window. A light snow had begun to fall. "I know that he's still there, buried deep."
"People change Bella. Maybe the old Edward's gone for good."
I nodded my head faintly. My chin shook hard. I bit back the tears forming in my eyes. "Maybe you're right, Jess. And maybe you're not. But I'm not going to give up quite yet."
"You always were stubborn."
JessPOV
Bella snapped her head back to face me. Her eyes no longer held the fraying hope that had been so prominent when I'd arrived. Instead, there was a new fire in her eyes; a burning passion.
"But if he's truly lost, then he'll feel my rage two-fold, now that you're here," She said, with an undergoing layer of pure evil coating her words. I smiled. This was going to be fun.
BPOV
Jessica smiled evilly. I returned it.
"When do we begin?" She asked.
"When the time emerges, I'll know." Revenge would be sweet.
After discussing the whole 'revenge-on-Edward-if-he-is-truly-lost' subject, I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for Charlie, since Jess and I were still full on the pizza. I pulled out some noodles, and a small can of tomato sauce.
When the aromas from the tomato sauce reached Charlie, he came running. He continually sniffed the kitchen air, and sighing contently. He was restless while I stirred the pasta and added spices to the sauce. When I finished, I scooped a large portion onto his plate, and he went running to the T.V to watch the game. Jessica gave me a curious look. I shrugged my shoulders.
"That's Charlie for you," I explained simply. She took a quick glance behind her shoulder to where Charlie was and shook her head.
"You're parents are, um, interesting. First partially eccentric Renee, now sports fanatic Charlie. Your childhood life must have been very different from mine."
"I don't mind them. I've lived with them both for a big portion of my life."
"And yet, I got the brother that lives to drive me off the wall," she whined. I detected a hint of jealously in her tone of voice. I giggled softly as we went upstairs to my room.
I pulled out the old mattress that had been lying under my bed ever since the divorce. I blew a thick layer of collecting dust off of the mattress. I placed one of the extra sheets on it, trying to make it look better. I knew that the springs in the mattress would probably hurt whenever Jessica moved in the middle of the night, but it was better than sleeping on the floor.
"Sorry for the horrible sleeping conditions," I apologized. Jessica shrugged it off and continued to unpack her bags. She went about rearranging my drawer space so that her clothes occupied the bottom drawer. She shoved my closet clothes to one side, and managed to squeeze the rest of her wardrobe on the other side.
"So," she began, grunting while forcing her last piece of clothing into the closet. "Are you willing to forgive Renee yet?"
I thought it over for a moment. Jessica had said that she had been sorry. But could my heart forgive another person who had betrayed me? Could I possibly allow another person in, only to let myself be brought down again?
But Renee wasn't Edward, she was my mom.
"Yeah, I am willing to forgive her."
"Does that mean you're going to move back to Phoenix?"
"No," I snapped. "I just got here."
Jessica's shoulders slumped. "But it's so wet," she openly complained. I glared at her. I looked at her face, reading through the lie.
I placed my hands on my hips, frustrated. "I know that you're not just making conversation," I accused. "How much did she pay you?"
Jessica threw me a look of what a wounded puppy would give. "She didn't pay me! I honestly came here to see you, but she did ask for me to try." I forgave her. "I wasn't joking about the weather though, it is unnaturally damp here."
I laughed. "To you, a person who's lived in the hot, dry climate all of their life, it is unnaturally damp. To me, it's home." Jessica looked at me like I was crazy.
"What?" I defended.
"You must me your mom's child. You're almost as eccentric as she is," she claimed. My mouth hung open in shock.
"Shut up! I was the one who mothered her. Get your facts straight," I finished proving my point by chucking a pillow at her head. For once, I hit the target. Her hair went flying in all different directions. A strand of hair fell directly in-between her eyes, making me burst into laughter. She blew the strand away and proceeded to throw a pillow at me. We ended up engaging ourselves into a massive pillow fight.
We squealed and hid our heads from the incoming force of pillows. Once, Charlie peeked in to see what we were up to, only to duck out when a pillow, off target, came flying at him.
After a while, we stopped to catch our breathes. We both plopped down onto my bed, laughing. We drew in large breaths of air and calmed down.
"You should at least call Renee, you know," Jessica said. I sighed and closed my eyes, knowing that she was right. I couldn't avoid it forever. Sooner or later, I would have to talk to Renee about my actions. I wasn't going to let her step all over me though. I would have to negotiate with her.
"In a few days. I want to enjoy having you around to make me laugh for a while," I cut the conversation short. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It was nine thirty and I yet to finish my English for the next day.
I scowled and rolled off my bed. I opened my backpack and pulled out my English homework. Jessica got the message, and read for the hour that I spent bent over a lined piece of paper. I scribbled my thoughts onto the space provided.
When I finished, Jess and I changed into our pajamas and climbed into our beds. I took one last look out of my grimy window. For a second, I swore that I could see a human silhouette perched on the branch outside of the window. I shook my head and looked again. Nothing but darkness greeted me. I switched my bedside lamp off. Darkness flooded my room. I eased my head back until it hit my soft pillow, unharmed from the pillow war earlier that evening.
I fell into the hands of unconsciousness quickly. My dream was completely black, just like my room, and heart. But then the image of Edward appeared about ten feet across from where I was standing. The image that my brain had conjured up was nothing compared to the real thing. It wasn't perfect like him. But in my dreams, his personality was. He steadily walked towards me. When he reached me, his lips pulled up into a genuine lop-sided smile; the one that I adored. I smiled back, unable to contain my joy.
Dream Edward placed his strong, cold hand onto my cheek. He stroked it lightly, his fingers barely brushing the surface of my skin. I felt cheeks flare. His hand tensed and hovered near my cheek. Instead of returning his repetitive stoking, his hand touched down on the side of my throat, where my pulse was beating the strongest. He raised his gaze from my throat to my face, his eyes searching.
His gaze pierced into mine. The connection made my cheeks flare even more so. Again, I felt his hand tense under my skin, but he never broke his brilliant golden eyes from mine.
"Bella," he said. His voice was soft and lovely, not hard and horrid like it was in real life. "I'm sorry." The words that I wished he would say, escaped from his lips. I felt hot tears slip down my cheeks. If only he would say that to me with such sincerity out of the dream world, as he did there. If only....
His image faded, and the tender touch of his cool hand left my throat. I drifted from the blissful dream. A dull buzzing noise filled the silence.
My eyes snapped open. Light was filtering in from my window, declaring that the sun had penetrated through the gloomy clouds for once. I turned around in my bed and hit the 'off' button on my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes, only to find that my cheeks were stained from tears.
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