BPOV
The first thing I notice when I wake up is the sun streaming in my window. I love the rare days when I get to sleep in. My dad didn't even wake me up, which is unusual. I guess he knew that I would threaten bodily harm if he bothered me before 10 AM. I am waking up early with him tomorrow so this is my only free morning.
Pulling Edward's sweatshirt that I'm wearing to my face, I breathe in his scent. I'm a little uncomfortable without him, but it isn't too bad.
My face turns bright red when I think about what happened last night. I can't believe that Edward and I had phone sex! I went from being some shy teenager to practically a sex kitten! I love that Edward knows how to make me feel good, I hope I do the same for him.
I wish I could call him right now, but I don't want to bother him when he's out with his family. He's supposed to be letting loose and having fun. I will talk to him tonight.
Rolling out of bed, I head downstairs to find my dad, but instead I find a note on the table.
B-
Hey honey I didn't want to bother you when you were sleeping.
Actually that's not true, I was afraid for my life if I woke you up.
I'm going back over to Billy's again today. We're working on repairing his deck.
I will be back in time to make dinner so I'll see you then.
Be careful if you go to Port Angeles today.
I love you.
-Dad
Well that means I have the whole house to myself to clean. It's really for the best. My dad just gets in the way when I'm trying to clean. Plus he likes to make a mess in a room that I've just cleaned. I do this kind of cleaning once or twice a month so dad pretty much knows the deal by now.
Heading upstairs I decide to start in the bathroom and then move onto the kitchen and the bedrooms.
The best part of cleaning my room is finding cool stuff that I forgot about. While digging in my closet I found a box full of things that I saved from my childhood. Some of my favorite toys, my stuffed animal best friend, and my favorite books. My mom used to read to me every night when I was a kid, and it was always my favorite part of the day.
I've finished cleaning the house including stripping mine and my dad's beds. I even opened the windows to let some fresh air in. Dad's room can get really stuffy, and it smells like man in there; it definitely needs aired out.
Looking back at the book in my hands, I remember all of the special times I had with my mom. All of this reminds me of Edward and his mom reading to him. I love that he has that memory of her. It's been so long since she was alive, but I'm sure it doesn't get any easier; especially when he can't remember things about her and memories with her clearly because he's a vampire now.
I wonder how much that book was? I have some savings and some money built up from my mom's life insurance. I would love to buy that book for Edward to constantly remind him of some good memories with his mom. Maybe I'll stop by the book store after I sign up for the cooking class.
My room is pretty much clean so I grab the dirty sheets off the floor and take them downstairs to the washing machine. After I start the laundry I put my shoes on and head out to my truck.
The drive to Port Angeles won't be as fast as when I rode with Edward since my rusty old truck can't go above 55 mph so I turn the radio on and get comfortable.
"Excuse me sir" I wave down the salesmen in the bookstore. "Can you tell me how much this book is please?"
"The Wizard of Oz?" he asks and I nod "It's $6,000 and we are having a 25% sale for the whole store so it would really be $4,500. Would you like to see it?"
"Yes please."
Carefully he takes it down off of the display and hands it to me. There is a plastic cover over the entire book. I'm assuming it's because the oils on our skin would damage it. There's a card on the front that reads:
Chicago and New York: Geo. M. Hill Co, 1900. First Edition. Hard Cover. Very Good Condition. Denslow, W. W.. 8vo. First edition, Second (corrected) State, Binding C. Collated and complete including all 24 colored plates. Expertly reset in its original binding with light wear and some minor soiling. Clean pages; gift inscription and minor soiling at front free endpaper.
This was published in the same city that Edward lived in when he was human! I bet this is exactly like the copy that he had as a boy. I can't pass this up especially when it's on sale.
"I'll take it." I tell the salesmen.
His eyes grow wide and he stutters out "Are you sure young lady?"
"Yes I'm sure. Do you take Visa?"
I quickly hand over my credit card. I don't want him thinking that I can't afford it. I know most people my age couldn't, but I have a pretty good nest egg from my inheritance.
"Yes we do miss. I'll get this taken care of and wrapped up for you." He tells me, taking the book and scurrying off.
"I'll need to see your ID young lady." He tells me while wrapping the book up for me.
Handing him my license he looks at it closely before running my card through and handing me the slip to sign. I quickly sign the slip and hand it back. Slowly he hands me my package with the book in it.
"Thank you" I tell him happily grabbing my purchase and hightailing it out of the store. I button up my coat on the front steps. It's gotten dark out and chilly.
As I step out onto the sidewalk I hear someone say
"Well look what we have here"
Turning around I come face to face with my worst nightmare.
These are the same men who came after me on my first date with Edward. This time he's not here to save me. What am I gonna do? My dad always makes me carry pepper spray in my purse, I just need to distract them so I can reach it. It's my only option.
"Look boys. It looks like Miss Princess came back only this time she's all alone." The other men in the group just laugh and leer at me. I try to scream but my voice is caught in my throat.
"Yeah your freak boyfriend isn't here to protect you now, is he?" another man says grabbing the package out of my hand and reading the front of it.
"What asshole buys rare books? Ridiculous." He says throwing it at me. The book bounces off of my ribs jarring me backwards. Trying to regain my balance, I take a step back and trip over the curb landing flat on my butt. Searing pain radiates from the bottom of my spine throughout my legs and torso.
"Mmmm that's a pretty picture, you on your back in front of me. Why don't you spread those pretty legs so I can have a better view?"
Ignoring his question I hurry and stand up. There's no way I'm going to be vulnerable on my back like that. I'm going to fight. My back and ribs are throbbing. While getting up I manage to reach into my purse, pull out the pepper spray, and slip it up my sleeve. Once I'm standing, they surround me.
"Hey sexy. Why don't you just admit that you want to come with us? I promise we'll make it good for you. I bet you like it rough don't you? You want someone to be your daddy? I think you need a good punishment for running from us for so long." One guys says.
"Hey man you can't have her all to yourself, I want a piece of her too. I bet that pussy is so tight. Mmmm I can't wait to get in there." Another one replies
I'm doing my best to not gag from their words. I have to think. What am I gonna do? How am I going to get out of this? My best shot will be to pepper spray the one blocking my way to the store. If I can just get inside where other people are, they probably wouldn't follow me inside. Lifting my hand I spray him in the face and go to run. Another man grabs my arm before I can move and backhands me across the face making me land in the gutter.
"You little bitch!" the man holding his eyes yells.
Pain is exploding all over my face. I can feel myself shutting down, but I can't be sure if it's because a man touched me or if it's from the pain.
Suddenly I hear someone yelling, "Hey what are you doing out here? What did you do to her?" I hear shoes running across the sidewalk. Opening my eyes a little, I see the old man from the bookstore kneeling in front of me. He reaches out to touch my forehead where I assume I'm bleeding from falling.
"Please don't touch me" I yell out. His eyes fill with sadness.
"Okay sweetheart, I won't touch you. Can you move at all? I called the police they will be here any-" I don't hear the rest because the blackness I've been fighting completely takes over my body.