When you got the glow, Your body's gold. So don't let go, of the power of elevation
Victoria Monet- The Glow
"This isn't my house."
It's the first thing that blurts from my lips as soon as Elliot and I appear in an unfamiliar living room.
It's warm, lavishly furnished, and way too bougee for my liking.
The living room alone looks like something that one would find in an InStyle magazine. Everything screams expensive right from the polished sandstone walls down to the lit, granite fireplace.
Velvet drapes framed the high arched windows, the lace inner curtains remained drawn, allowing daylight to enter while rendering the view outside a blur
"No. It's not. This is another one of our guest houses. We've got plenty all over Washington."
"Why did you move me?" I pout, feeling a sense of longing for the quaint house I lived in for almost half a year.
"My best guess is that daddy dearest doesn't want his little princess getting anymore late-night visits from vampires."
So many things about what he just said makes me want to violently roll my eyes.
"He's not my fa-. Don't call him that." I mutter lowly while I look up at the unnecessarily ostentatious chandelier
Elliot smirks annoyingly.
"Whatever you want princess." He sings.
I bite my tongue at his use of the infuriating nickname.
"Just because you've moved me doesn't mean Edward still won't visit. So, this is all pretty pointless." I try to assure him.
"I wouldn't call it pointless Princess, see this flashy little pad is conveniently on Quileute land." He tells me
Is that important?
"So?" I ask jadedly.
"You don't know?" His eyes have brightened with a flare of humour and mischief that both riles and worries me.
"Know what?"
"About the treaty." He tells me. That frustrating smirk still playing on his lips.
"Uh no. I wasn't exactly a twi-hard before all of this." I gesture around with my hand.
"Long story short. Lover boy and his family are forbidden from stepping foot on Quileute land, which, tragically," He pauses for dramatic effect and places his hand over his chest mockingly. "Includes your new humble abode."
Well that sucks.
I don't let it show just how disappointed I am with this new information, instead I try to feign my gloominess with nonchalance.
Pushing my hair back, I cross my arms over my chest and stare at Elliot pointedly.
"How do you propose I get around? I don't know this area, and Edward was my ride. Plus, it doesn't look like this bougee place has any bikes laying around."
He hands me a pair of keys which I refuse to take.
With my arms still crossed, I look at the keys and then stare back up at him blankly
"What are these?"
"Car keys."
"And what am I supposed to do with them?"
"Jeez. Do I have to spell everything out?" He sighs exasperatedly. "Car keys."' He lifts up the keys. "Car." he points to the window where a black SUV is parked in the driveway. "You use it to take you where you want to go."
"I can't drive." I explain while I gaze out of the window, transfixed on the sleek car that I wouldn't get to drive.
"You're eighteen." He states skeptically.
"And I failed driver's ed twice." I mumble out uncomfortably.
He snorts and smirks at me sardonically. "I guess you're in a bit of a pickle then, huh?"
"How am I supposed to get to school?" And to Edward? I truly couldn't muster up any fucks to give about school right now, but I have to keep up the act that I'm here for more than just a reunion with my boyfriend.
"This seems like a you problem." He shrugs uncaringly.
"You're a real asshole, you know that?". I seethe.
"Is this any way to be speaking to your future husband?" He taunts me gratingly.
I cringe at his words, wanting oh so desperately to wipe that lazy smirk off his face, violently. With a pole. Wrapped in barbed wire.
"Can you leave now?" I hissed, anxious to be away from him for the first time in 2 weeks.
"So cold." He put his hand to his chest mockingly. "I'll miss that bite while I'm in the land of the living."
"But I can't leave yet, gotta lay down the deets before I bounce." He plops himself down on a brown leather armchair and grins at me unsettlingly.
"Ugh. Make it quick, you dork."
I stay standing next to an orange, stain glass lamp, with my arms crossed over my chest and my lips pursed in mild vexation.
He sighs deeply and mutters something, probably insulting, while stuffing his hands in his pockets.
I watch intently as he pulls out a black card, a medieval flip-phone and places it on the glass coffee table in front of him.
"The pin for the card is 0617, don't go crazy and draw too much attention to yourself, its only for the necessities. Per your father's insistence, I'll be dropping in to see you every four months. Don't worry these visits will be brief. My number's already loaded on the phone so if there's an emergency dial it and I'll come a-running. Any questions before I go?"
"Actually yeah- "
''Great," He cuts me off hastily. "See you in 4 months peaches."
And just like that he's vanished. I let out a long breath I didn't know I was holding in and already feel myself relax from being out of that man's presence.
I'm tempted to stay and explore my temporary home, but my desire to be reunited with Edward outweighs the novelty of the extravagant house.
My eyes search the large room for the time, which, fortunately doesn't take too long. Right in corner of the living room, directly adjacent to the spiral staircase, is an old-fashioned grandfather clock.
My brows furrow as I stare at the tall clock.
God, is everything in this house unnecessarily flashy?
I shake my head and focus my attention on what it reads.
2:15.
Perfect. It isn't too late to go to him. It isn't dark out and it's not raining, which itself is a miracle. I could catch a cab, or even walk to Edward's place. How far could it be?
With a new-found sense of optimism, I grab the house keys left by Elliot on the table and skip out of the door.
I can feel myself beaming as I walk away from the house. I'm going to see him! It's been weeks for me, who knows how long it's been for him. I wonder if anything has changed about him. Obviously, nothing drastic, but maybe his hair was longer. I'd love it when he grew his hair out. I always thought that it was so hot whenever the wind would blow his hair into his face whenever he'd drive me home. He'd always push it back though and mumble about getting a haircut. Oh, but it was even hotter when I'd tug on it while we were-.
Oh shit. I stumble and pause in my tracks.
I don't even realise that I've been humming Janet Jackson's 'Together Again' (very loudly, and extremely out of tune) until I trip over a rock, which forces me to look at my surroundings.
I take in the very woodsy area and contemplate with myself whether it was wise for me to walk around without any sense of direction.
I'd find better luck with civilisation. An uber, shit even google maps. Would really come in handy right now.
Just as I turn around from the trees I see a large object flying towards me. I squint up at it, trying to decipher whether it's some sort of animal or a leg of lamb?
As it gets closer I see that it is in fact a football. I want to chide myself for being a dumb bitch; a leg of lamb? Seriously Amiyah? But it turns out the football has other plans for me when it firmly, and very painfully I might add, connects with the side of my face.
I yelp out in pain as my cheek starts to sting, then I yelp even louder as I see a very large dog bolt very determinately towards me and the ball that lies beside me.
Well this isn't looking good.
A/N Hey guys. Sorry for the long wait. This chapter was supposed to be much longer and come out much earlier, but a lot has been happening, so i hardly even got the chance to go through this before publishing it.
On the bright side, I have transferred to a new university, I already like it way more than my previous one, AND I'll be having a lot more free time now, so expect frequent updates, this is a promise!
Please please please express your views on the chapter? Love it or hate it, I really just wanna hear what you guys think.
Sorry for the excessively long author's note. Happy Valentine's day!!