Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, I'm not Stephenie Meyer, and I also don't own the song
I'm back! I am soooo sorry for going AWOL on you guys. But I have excuses! Excuses, excuses, excuses galore!!!
Alright, so I was planning to get this out last Saturday (my main writing day because I'm not usually doing anything else). But that couldn't happen because I was taking this major test (I shall not tell what test it is because it could disclose my age. Though, if you followed me on Twitter, you would know…) and so I didn't have time Saturday morning/afternoon. Not only that, but Saturday night I went over to my friends house. She had just gotten back from her dad's house. He has bronchitis. Little did she know, but she was sick. The symptoms weren't showing yet so we didn't know. Sunday morning she woke up sick. Fun. I told her if she made me sick I would strangle her. Well, Monday night, my throat starts to hurt. I'm thinking "Oh, it's okay. I can't possibly be getting sick. I never get sick." Well, Tuesday morning I'm at school. I can barely walk down the stairs. I called my mom to pick me up and I haven't been to school since. Hurray for the flu… (sarcasm if you didn't catch that).
I can barely watch T.V., it gives me such a bad migraine, so, knowing that, I hope you all realize that staring at a bright screen staring at little squiggles would have totally caused my brain to explode.
Not only that, but my cough is so bad that my mom's afraid it might be turning into bronchitis.
So, can you all forgive me? Hopefully. I'm still sick but I felt so bad for this being so late so I told myself to buck up and finish the damn chapter. I don't know how soon I can get the next chapter up, it kinda depends on whether my immune system decides to do its job or not. I shouldn't be sick for too much longer, though, so there's hope. Anyway, go and read the long awaited chapter! I can't say it's that good, as you can tell I haven't been in the writing mood.
~Emmy
Chapter 33: Memories
Song: Crawling by Linkin Park (yeah, a song was hard for this chapter. Sorry. You can never go wrong with Linkin Park, though!)
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's)
(Just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled
Itself upon me distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's)
(Just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before so insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real
There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming
(Confusing what is real)
This lack of self control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
(Confusing what is real)
Edward's POV
I know I'm missing something. But what? I have a huge chunk of my memory gone! One minute Riley and I were just starting to talk, the next I'm crouched, ready to rip his throat out.
He did something. I know it. Did he have an ability? To erase people's memories?
No, not erase. They were still there, but they were blocked. It's like there's a brick wall in front of me whenever I try to remember. I know the truth to what really happened is behind the wall, but I'm not strong enough to knock it down. Whenever I really concentrate, it's like the wall shakes, making me hopeful, but it ends us standing strong. How can I fight a brick wall? If I can't go through, what do I do? Around? Over? How do you go around or over such a thing?
We were all driving pretty close together, within sight of everyone, even with human eyes, so I could hear everyone's thoughts. I roamed through all the voices, looking for the one I wanted to hear.
I only stopped briefly when I heard Alice and Rosalie's thoughts. They were both listening as Bella explained she didn't believe she had been a prostitute.
Well duh. Bella is so obviously a virgin it's not even a question. Not even Edward could change that while he had the chance. Rosalie thought. I rolled my eyes. I didn't know how Rosalie could do it, but she could tell whether someone was a virgin or not with just a glance. She said it was in the way they walked, dressed, talked, everything. She said it was also obvious who hadn't gotten any in a while. I told her to keep stuff like that to herself.
Alice agreed with Bella; she hadn't been a prostitute. She soon voiced this, too. At least they knew the truth, or a least they knew what was a lie.
But they weren't exactly that relevant at the moment. I needed to find someone else. I went back to listening to everyone else's thoughts. Emmett was thinking about what Riley could have done, all the while his anger was mounting little by little at Riley. He knew he had done something too. Though he was angry and frustrated on the inside, he acted cool and collected on the outside while he was talking to Jasper. It was a wasted effort on Emmett's part. Jasper could read his emotions just as well as if he were showing them bluntly and on purpose. Jasper's thoughts showed he was thoroughly confused as to what could have made Emmett so mad, but like Emmett, he had a calm façade on the outside.
Their conversation caught my interest, though, and before I could pull away, I was listening to their conversation.
"No, man. That's just lame." Emmett shook his head.
"Oh yeah? And what would be better than that?" Jasper asked.
"What's better than 100 monkey's? Uh, how about 1 giant monkey!" Emmett feigned frustration.
"Dude. One giant monkey? No way. DO you know all the stuff you could do with 100 monkey's?" Jasper asked.
"Yeah, you'd sure spend a lot of time cleaning up the poop they throw at your face! All 100 of them!"
"I would train my monkey's to not throw poop." Jasper said confidently. Emmett just rolled his eyes. "Besides, if you had a giant monkey, that monkey would have giant feces."
"Monkey Man would be potty trained."
"Monkey Man?" Jasper raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, Monkey Man. That's his name."
"How creative." Jasper said sarcastically.
"Hey, do I hear any names for you 100 monkey's coming out of your mouth?"
"They wouldn't have names. I would just yell, "100 MONKEY'S, UNITE!" and they'd come running."
"Oh, yeah, and how disorderly would that be?" Emmett scoffed.
"I would train them to line up in rows like true soldiers." Jasper said with his head held high.
"Soldiers?" Emmett asked.
"The best. Like true confederates." Jasper saluted.
"I'm not even going to say anything about that…" Emmett knew when to stay away from a subject. So did I. I pulled my thoughts away from Jasper and Emmett. Besides, did I want anyone to know my fetish with spider monkeys?
I let my mind wander to the minds of others again. Only one car left. Esme was thinking about how she was going to remodel our new house. Carlisle was thinking about how he had to go to work tomorrow at his new hospital in Oregon. Then I finally heard him. Riley. I didn't really want to enter in the mind of someone like that, but I needed answers to what really happened and how and why he made me forget.
She's coming. She has to be coming soon. She has to have found us. It's been 10 years. How can she be lost for 10 years? I need her. I need her to find us.
Ok. That raised many more questions than it answered.
But what if she never comes? What if she's dead? Or found someone else? Or is trapped somewhere? Do I go through with it without her? She told me not to. But it's been 10 years. She's been waiting many years for her revenge, as have I. But there are more problems now. So many more obstacles. I'll die for sure. But it has to be done.
I knew he was a vile leech. I might not know exactly what he's talking about, but I'm fairly certain Emmett, Rosalie, Carlisle, Esme, and I are the new obstacles. And whatever he's planning on doing could cause his death. That can only be a bad thing (what he plans on doing, not his death). And, maybe most importantly, there's a "she" involved. A "she" that obviously isn't Bella. Riley revealed the "she" he was thinking about went missing 10 years ago. And by his thoughts, the way he thought about her, whoever she was, he loved her. Which means he didn't love Bella. Even though she loves him and thinks he returns these emotions.
Bella's going to get her heartbroken by a dirty scumbag who is just a ticking timebomb by the sound of it.
I had to tell Bella. She has to know.
There were only two problems with that, thought. First, I had no proof. More than that, she didn't trust me. Before, when we were human and together, if I told her she couldn't trust someone, she would trust me blindly and stay away from them.
Well, that is except for that one dangerous stray dog she fell in love with. She named him Jacob but he got violent. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her she had to get rid of him. Eventually he ran away, though.
But she didn't trust me at all now. In fact, she hated me! Of course, eventually I'd have to change that. First I had to get rid of Riley. Not only because he had the heart of my true love, but he had a gun pointed directly at said heart. He was a danger in more ways than one. He had to go.
Sooner than I thought, we arrived at our new house. Alice showed each of us our rooms, just like she planned out previously. Too late I realized my room was right next to Riley and Bella's room. I don't know if I can handle being so close to Riley.
Edward. Go to the library. It's right off of Carlisle's new study. Emmett thought. I rolled my eyes but started walking to the library anyway. How did he think we were going to talk? Riley (or anyone, for that matter) could certainly hear us if they tried.
Emmett was already in the library. I nodded at him.
Start talking, buddy. I want to know what the bastard did. Emmett thought.
"I don't know." I said.
What do you mean you don't know? Do you not remember?
I nodded. He looked confused for a second, then he got angrier.
Did he make you forget? Likewith a power?
I nodded. He growled inside his mind, but he knew not to voice it.
That means it must be important so we really have to know now.
I nodded in agreement.
Try to think about it. What do you remember?
"I've tried, Emmett. I remember nothing." I said. I could hear Riley and Bella upstairs in their room. Lovely. I rolled my eyes. They were kissing. Nothing I wanted to see. But something in Riley's mind caught my attention. It wasn't Bella in Riley's mind. It was a red head. Could this be the woman that went missing 10 years ago? A name was attached to her picture in Riley's mind. Victoria.
The wall shook. Suddenly the brick wall in front of my mind crumbled. Images and scenes from what really happened with Riley flooded my mind. Everything at once. I knew everything. Nothing was left hidden. Riley's voice explaining what had happened was ringing in my ears. I gasped. So much information all at once.
Bella had bitten Riley. Riley wanted revenge. Victoria, the red head, approached Riley with a plan for vengeance. They were going to kill her. Kill my sweet, loving Bella. But then Victoria was gone. They had seen her and gotten rid of her. And Riley was alone. Forbidden to go on with the plan without her, yet he needed to finish it. He was planning on killing her.
Edward? Emmett asked. I turned my gaze to his. Whoa. Dude. What's wrong? He must have seen the pure hatred in my eyes. I snarled, and turned to go upstairs. I was going to kill Riley, and I was going to kill him now. Edward! Stop and tell me what happened! Do you remember? Tell me! I ignored Emmett and kept going, though he followed me. Nothing was going to stop me from ripping that bastard's throat out. I'd explain everything later, once the job was done. Riley's death was the priority.
I ran upstairs, Emmett on my heels. I could hear his mind racing. He realized I must have remembered what happened and I was going to hurt Riley. He didn't need me to explain exactly what Riley did to be on my side. Emmett knew Riley was a scumbag and deserved everything coming to him.
I burst into Riley and Bella's room. Riley and Bella flew apart from each other, startled. I growled at Riley and got ready to crouch down. Victoria was in my mind, and I knew I was going to find and kill her the minute I knew Riley was dead.
Before I got a chance to spring at Riley, someone pounced on my back, aiming their razor sharp teeth at my throat. No one was going to get in between me and Riley, I didn't even care who it was. I grabbed their arm and flung them over my shoulder and into the corner of the room. I bent down to charge at Riley again when the person in the corner attacked me again. I roared at them and threw them across the room again. It was only then that I realized who was attacking me and who I was fighting. It was Bella.
A/N: Oh snap! Now, don't everyone get mad at me! Edward did not beat Bella up just now! Ok! He's not Chris Brown!
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Too soon? Hmm, sorry. Anyway. I should know to away from sensitive topics by now…
In case anyone was wondering how Edward got around Riley's power and remembered everything, I shall tell you: Because of his power, Edward has a stronger brain power than everyone else (besides maybe Bella. Because she can read minds and do lots more stuff). So Edward was strong enough to knock down that brick wall whereas no one else really is. Not only that, but Edward kept trying. He wasn't going to let a damn brick wall stand in his way, no sir-ee! (And no, I'm sure that's not how you spell that!) So, if you wanna call b.s. on that, I guess that's fine. Story of my life. Either way, hope you liked it, and I'm hoping the next chapter won't take so long to write.
~Emmy