The Love of a Silent Star
Tainted Soul
Chapter Eight
Russell's P.O.V
"There talking about me aren't they?" Edward asks from behind me. I jump up and turn around. His voice has always startled me; it is so calm and un-feeling.
"Yes, some of the mother's are talking, including my guardian."
"I see."
My mother died when she gave birth to me so I have no recollection about her, just a picture that I found here and there. As for my father, I don't know where he went. After my mother died, I was told that he just up and left me. I don't have a picture of him or any other item.
So I moved in with one of my father's friends. Not a bad guy he spends most of his time working, so his wife mainly takes care of me. I don't know if Edward got to him but even if he did I would not know about it. I haven't seen him for some time now, and I can tell that his wife is worried.
She continues to take care of me though, getting me cloths and doing random things together. She likes all the kids in the neighborhood and they like her, but she and Edward have never connected, I don't know if she knew what he does as a business but she always gives him this long hard stare when ever he passes, of course he just ignores her like no one is there.
All the mothers come to her for advice about what to do with there families and how they are falling apart because of Edward. I always heard every word mentioned about Edward. They always talked about him, words of hatred and how Edward was an abomination to the families.
At first Alphonse's mother did not come to these meetings, but after awhile, she had found out about Edward and her husband I started to see her more and more. She was always crying when she came.
I loved this woman like a mother, but I would not give Edward into their hands. He meant more to me than she did.
"They want to hurt me." Edward said to me as we sat on a park bench. He was smoking like always, and I watched him take in the smoke from the cigarette. "That woman that watches over you, she particularly doesn't like me."
"She always talks about you and how to get read of you."
"Yes I know." He nods his head and turns toward me. "Do you love me?"
"Yes." I stutter to him.
"People always say that to me, how much do you love me?"
"I would die for you."
He threw the cigarette into the dirt and leaned over to me, he pressed his lips softly to mine; the kiss lasted for awhile longer. He did not kiss me violently like I had seen him and Alphonse do. He was gentle and I almost thought I was kissing another person.
He pulled away from me, my mouth still open, I was panting softly.
"Will you do something for me?"
"Anything you want."
"Deal with your guardian for me, I will handle the rest." He said and looked into my eyes, seeing the uncertainty.
"But . . . how?"
"Your smart Russell, I know you will think of something, you do love me right?" He asks as he leans over to me again and kisses my neck that he has just exposed. He kissed it softly up to my jaw, and over to my ear. I closed my eyes as he does this, enjoying the cool feel of his lips against my skin.
"You said you would do anything for me." He whispered in my ear, which makes me jump. When I open my eyes he has already gotten up and is walking away, leaving me to wonder what to do next, as I sit on the bench.