Chapter Twenty Nine
I looked up at him in utter confusion. Pretty Boy looked as angry as he was when he kicked James' ass. I didn't like him looking at me like that. It made my stomach churn and feel all funny. My gaze flashed to Jake, and I was amazed to see that he had an identical expression on his face. What the hell was going on with the boys in this house?
"Hi, Pretty Boy," I greeted in a light tone, hoping to diffuse whatever was going on with these two. He didn't even smirk a little bit at the use of his nickname, as if he didn't even hear me. "We were just making dinner, want to join us?"
"No, I don't think so," he stated gruffly before turning around and stalking toward the living room.
I slouched back against the counter, trying to figure out why everything just went to shit. Jake's self-satisfied grin wasn't really helping with my confusion. He appeared quite proud of himself, and I had no idea why. It wasn't like he did anything to help or to make things worse. He just stood there the whole time. So, why did he look so damn smug?
Throwing my hands up in the air, I growled in frustration and went back to making dinner. No way was I going to let that Neanderthal-acting seventeen year old boy ruin my evening. He could go take a long walk off a short pier or play in traffic for all I cared.
We all sat down to eat, and Pretty Boy was giving me the silent treatment. I could not make heads or tails over what I had done to make him so angry. He wasn't really to anyone. The only time he said anything at all was to insult Jake somehow. Granted, Jake did open himself up to several of the nasty comments that were thrown in his direction. Like when he said something about being a "little" something, and Pretty Boy suggested Jake was "little" where it counted most. To my amazement, Dad just sat there, eating and conversing solely with Billy as if the two teenage boys bickering at his table didn't exist. Heck, he was acting as if I didn't exist either.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I got up, making as much noise as possible with the chair as it scraped across the old linoleum floor. Walking straight to the sink, I slammed down my dishes as hard as I could without breaking them. I didn't even bother to rinse them before I stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room. Just in case any of them didn't get the hint that I was mad, I threw my door shut with as much force as I could. The resounding bang was even louder than I had hoped. I clicked the lock in case any of those idiots decided to try to come in and talk to me. They missed their chance.
Ugh, I was so frustrated with the situation and myself. I was acting like the typical teenage girl, and I hated it. The fact that Pretty Boy's actions affected me so much made me furious and act in ways I never had before moving back to Forks.
Several different times throughout the evening, there were knocks on my door. I refused to acknowledge any of them. Once the fists started pounding in agitation, I put in my head phones, turned the volume up as far as it would go and sat back against the headboard of my bed. Hours passed before I ventured out into the hall. I quietly crept to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. The warm water helped to relax my tense muscles and gave me a chance to just cry for a few minutes. The reality of my circumstances was crashing down around me, and I detested feeling so out of control. There was nothing I could do to prevent James from coming after me again, and there was nothing I could do about being under house arrest.
Once the water turned cold, I dried off and practically crawled back to my room. The weight on my shoulders was becoming too much to bear. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget about it all for a few hours. Not even sleep would give me that, though. I knew the nightmares would come soon after I drifted off to la la land. So, I stared into the darkness in the direction of my bedroom ceiling instead.
I must have fallen asleep at some point, however, because a noise at my window startled me awake. My eyes darted to the black glass. There was a dark shadow looming just outside, and I screamed in terror when I saw a hand reaching out to open my window.
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A/N: WooHoo! I made it! So sorry I didn't reply to any reviews for the last chapter, but I figured you'd rather have a new chapter than a reply, right?
So...Bella is clueless, yes? True fact: I found out well after the fact that the guy I had a crush on for over two years in high school liked me too. Apparently, he thought I didn't like him because I always practically ran away whenever he came near. So, he never got a chance to ask me on a date. Sad, but true. I told you I'm shy!
Thanks everyone :-D
~SP
