Authors note; This one will be short, to the point and an apology for not posting for absolutely agggeeess. The guilt is eating me up! Enjoy.
Disclaiming: Twilight isn't mine.
My Best Friend
Part Thirty-eight.
The wind was freezing as I walked around the corner, out of sight. I didn't want to be in Edward's line of sight; if he could see me he would definitely watch me. I didn't wander too far away as it was an eerie cold darkness, and this made me uneasy. I must have been no more than ten meters from the restaurant door.
I leaned against a red brick wall, closing my eyes softly as I took a deep breath. What was I doing? I actually had no idea what I was doing.
The way Edward looked at me made me feel… loved. Sure, I knew he loved me, but I never really took time to contemplate what kind of love it was. How did he love me? How much did he love me? More importantly, how did I love him? How much did I love him?
My mind was a complete mess.
I loved Alice. I loved my mum and Charlie. Hell, I loved Charlie so much. I loved Edward. It just felt natural for me to say so. But I loved dogs, too. And I loved chocolate mousse, and I certainly did not love standing out here in the cold. I loved Edward's tan jacket. It was so warm. I hated standing and thinking about what I loved. I felt like an idiot.
But I felt as if it had to be done.
The wind got colder and stronger, but I ignored it and began to walk. I walked back and forth, up and down the little alleyway beside the restaurant. My legs felt like jelly, freezing and covered in goose bumps, but I continued to pace.
Why had we argued about Cary? Edward was right. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right and I was just plain stupid. I ignored my best friend because I am stubborn. I was acting like I had no brain cells, but I was starting to question how many brain cells I did have.
Cars screeched down the road, and I was surprised at how fast they were zooming past. I was sure this was a thirty zone, and they looked as if they were going almost double. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to pace. Since I was little I would always pace. My mum told me I would wear a hole in the carpet, which just wanted me to do it some more.
My mum had told me I was cute when I was little. Whenever I asked about friends she would automatically say Edward, and the we were practically joined at the hip. I smiled. I remembered that I used to say that Edward was ginger and he used to get really upset. Why was I thinking about this now?
The wind blew stronger, and I debated whether or not to go back in. go back and continue our conversation. Or stay out here and debate whether or not to go in. I rounded the corner again, and bumped into a Edward-shaped wall. I tumbled backwards, loosing my footing. I squished my eyes shut and shot my arms out protectively, ready to meet my good old friend, Mr. Floor.
To my surprise, and Mr. Floor's, we never had our reunion. Edward's arms wrapped around my waist, bringing me towards him, ultimately saving me from saying hello to my dearly missed friend. After I was safely on the ground again, he didn't bring his arms away, and I gently pried my eyes open to peer at him. He had his head in the crook of my neck, and I could feel goose bumps form from where his breath tickled on my skin.
"Thanks." I said breathlessly. I could feel his lips curl on my skin before he released me.
"My job." He shrugged. "Want any company?"
"Um… I'll be in in a minute." He nodded and walked away back into the restaurant.
I sighed as I went back to my pacing. What did that mean? He saved me; that wasn't out of the ordinary. But he usually just let me go straight away as if I were an open flame, burning his skin.
"Wasn't that cute?" A voice asked. It was whispering, almost so quietly I strained to hear it. My heart got quicker, but I decided to ignore the voice in the hope it would leave. I heard sly sniggers coming from multiple mouths. "Shame really. She's damaged goods now. He got his paws all over her." He sighed.
"I'll take her if you don't." Another voice piped up.
"I want her! She seems like an innocent, too." A third party said.
I started to panic, and my brain wasn't working right. It was a mass of words, but one told me to just walk away. They hadn't done anything to harm me, so I shouldn't panic. But my legs were stuck, and I couldn't move.
"What do you want?" I asked, struggling to find my voice. I may have been more confident if I could actually see them.
"You." They said in unison. I shook violently, and it wasn't because of the winds.
Suddenly, a hand was around my wrist, and I was still frozen. They were behind me, and I couldn't turn around even if I wanted to. Their clammy hand trailed up and down my limp forearm, and I could feel their breath on my neck. It felt dirty compared to the lips that had been there just moments ago.
"I don't understand." I whispered.
"Do what I tell you to and you won't get hurt." He whispered into my ear, poking something into the small of my back. It took me a moment, but I began to cry when I realised it must be a gun that was digging sharply into me.
"Please, tell me what you want." I choked, begging.
"Why don't you tell me." He whispered back, licking my neck. I shivered at the touch of his tongue on me.
I couldn't understand what he was saying. Tell him what he wants? How on earth was I supposed to know. My hands were sweaty and shaking, and my eyes were blurred. I couldn't see or think, and I could only just feel.
"Please," I begged, ignoring his last request. "Don't."
"Don't what? Kill you? I think I can do that." I breathed deeply through my nose. "Go and tell pretty boy that you have to leave." He said, pushing the weapon harder into my back.
"I can't." I whispered through my tears.
"Hm.." He mused. "Shame, really. I didn't want to have to do this." He sighed, before a deafening crack pierced through my ears and the crisp night air.
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