Chapter 8

A/N: I have no clue why I never posted the chapters I already had finished but I found this chapter on my computer as well. Like I said in the Authors Note for Tweak, don't get your hopes up too much because there is no chapter 9…yet. Right now I'm working on my Supernatural/Twilight Crossover so this probably won't be updated for a long while.

Something I would have never thought or felt with another guy.

Edward left early the next morning. He got out through my window and told me he'd see me later. I woke up extremely happy. I was happy as I put my clothes on and went downstairs but as soon as I saw the looks on my parents' faces the happiness disappeared.

They had nothing but disappointment on their faces. But I could tell that deep inside they thought I was crazy. Or at least my mother does. My father just seemed plain disappointed. I walked over and kissed Jake on cheek before sitting down and eating breakfast.

Thankfully my parents had no clue about Edward staying over last night. They probably would have thought I slept with him. As in had sex because I did sleep with him but I didn't have sex with him. Anyways you know what I mean.

My father was out the door soon to work on the farming stuff with James. My mother was washing dishes as I finished up my breakfast. I got up and placed my plate on the counter. She took it and started washing it without looking at me.

I pursed my lips and glared lightly at her before briskly walking out the door and heading outside. I needed to be away from her. If I didn't get my space I might just say or do something stupid to her. I mean I didn't do anything wrong. If anything I did the right thing in calling the police last night.

Just because they can't see them doesn't mean they aren't dangerous. I mean it seemed pretty clear last night that they wanted to hurt us. Or at least hurt me. If that was the way they showed that they wanted help then they really have lost their humanity.

I walked over slowly to my dad to see if I could help him. He didn't seem as mad as my mother was. I think he just thought that I was homesick and that I didn't want to be here. And that was partly true but I would have been able to handle living here much better if there weren't a bunch of dead people haunting me in this house.

I don't understand why they're only haunting me and Jake though. Why don't they show themselves to my parents? Why are they making my parents think I'm crazy?

My dad told me to go give James some tool he handed over to me. I jus nodded my head and agreed before turning around and making my way over to him. He was in the middle of the sunflower field trying to fix something. I couldn't see what it was from here though. He seemed to be struggling with it though.

I sighed halfway there as I remembered what happened last night. Maybe I was crazy? Maybe I'm thinking I'm seeing these things and I'm actually not?

No I know what I saw. It couldn't have been a dream or delusion. It was real.

"Son of a bitch!" James exclaimed as the tool he was using slid off the pipe.

I walked up behind him making him look at me, "Ah…you didn't hear that," he told me.

I brought the tool away from my side and handed it to him, "my dad said you needed this."

He took it from me gently and looked at it in his hands, "Thanks," he said before he looked up at me again.

I looked at him in thought, "Why did you tell my parents that you didn't see anything last night?"

He let a sigh out and looked at me like he was going to explain how babies are made to a kid, "Because I didn't. Look I know you were scared and I know that people, even your parents, sometimes they don't know how to listen."

"Especially my parents," never used to be like that before. I could always go to my parents for help or advice before the incident.

He nodded lightly, "They have pressures that you can't understand."

I'm pretty sure I can understand them. I'm not 10 I'm 16 and I pretty much know a lot of things. And I understand them completely. They don't trust me because of what happened back in Chicago. They haven't gotten over it yet.

He could see that I wasn't convinced. He looked over at the house, "Are you sure you saw something in there?" he asked as he looked back at me.

I wasn't so sure before but I'm completely sure now. "I saw it. It was real."

He quirked his eyebrow and shrugged a bit, "Well maybe you just have a lot on your mind right now?"

It's hard not to have something on my mind. The main thing that seems to be on my mind is the fact that my own parents don't trust me. And now my mom definitely doesn't trust me with Jake. And then there's Edward. I have these feelings for him that I've never felt before.

Maybe I do have a lot on my mind right now. I nodded to him lightly in agreement. But I wasn't convinced. I know what I saw and I'm going to find out what happened here.

After lunch I called Edward and told him to meet me in town. I remembered when Edward had said to me that he believes I saw something last night. Not someone but something. I don't know how I didn't figure this out sooner.

I was riding my bike to get there. I was prohibited to use the car since I lost my license so the bike had to get me where I had to go. We were supposed to meet in front of the feed market. My stomach was quivering in anticipation to see him and to find out what he knows. What was I supposed do when I saw him? Do I just say hi or do I kiss him? Are we even going out? I guess I'll figure that out when I get there.

I stopped right in front of the store. Edward was leaning against the wall looking through his cell phone. It was obvious he wasn't texting or calling anyone. I got off my bike and leaned it against the wall.

"Hey Bella," he said as he closed his phone and stuck it in his back pocket.

"Hey," what should I say? "Thanks for coming."

He was smiling the whole time. I guess that's good news. How do I ask him about the ghost thing? Maybe if I asked him about it he'd think I really was crazy.

"Hey are you okay? You don't look too good," he told me with concern written all over his face.

"Uh yeah I'm fine," I told him as I tucked my hair behind my ears. It was windy right now so it was hard to keep it out of my face.

"Okay so what's up?" he asked me as he stuffed his hands in his front pockets.

"Umm…do you know the family that used to live in my house?" I asked. I might as well get this over with.

He shook his head, "Not really. It was the Robins(A/N: changed the last name) that lived there." He's not telling me everything.

"What happened to them?" I asked.

"They just up and left about five or six years ago. There was some bad harvest…a lot of people didn't make it," he said in a bit of a sad voice. I looked away as I tried to put what he said together with what is going on at my house.

I pursed my lips and looked back at him. Well here goes nothing, "Did you ever hear of my house being…haunted?" I asked hesitantly towards the end.

He seemed surprised to hear me say that. He backed away a bit, freaked out I said that I guess, and moved closer to the wall. I moved closer to him and touched his arm lightly, "Seriously."

"It's just…it's just this stupid story," he seemed embarrassed to tell me this. "It's been abandoned for a long time."

"What kind of stories?" I asked immediately.

"Nothing really…umm," you could tell he didn't want to tell me.

"Please Edward. I need to know," I begged.

He sighed and nodded, "When we were kids we used to dare each other to go down to the cellar."

Okay this only proves that I can't be crazy. "Why? Did you ever see anything?"

He cheeks turned crimson, "No…I never went down there."

I pursed my lips and nodded, "I had to go down there once."

"Did you see anything?" he asked.

"Not really but there was a dead bird there and when I tried to poke it…" I sighed, "Apparently it wasn't dead."

I ran my fingers through my hair and looked at my bike, "Umm I have to go do something," I told him as I pointed my thumb towards my bike.

He looked at me in concentration, "Bella…what are you going to do?" he asked.

I walked over to my bike, he followed behind me, and I hopped on, "I have to go confront something."

"What?" he asked.

"My fears," I told him.

His eyes furrowed in confusion, "What fears?"

"I have to go down to that cellar Edward. I have to find out what's going on," I told him in a much more strong voice than I felt.

A/N: okay so this one was a bit longer. Hope you liked it! Please review! :D