Yea...we don't own Twilight.
This is the Outtake that was sent out for reviewing Chapter 28 of Stripped
Alice*
I knew it was a dream; it had that fuzzy edged feel to it. I was used to them now; they used to completely freak me out but over the last five years I've learned to relax and just try to take in whatever the dream is trying to tell me.
I was outside Bella's house. I looked around to see if there were any clues outside. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing stood out. Suddenly, I was standing in Bella's bedroom. The motion of her bed stirring caught my attention. I wasn't worried about being caught. Through experience, I've found that my presence in these dreams is a bit like a fly on the wall. I see and hear everything but others don't know I'm there. I took in the details of the room to try and pinpoint a day, a time, narrow down the possibilities. I noticed a pair of pants tossed over the desk chair that looked far too long for Bella…Edward. Edward was here, that's why I was here.
I should have known. I always had dreams about my twin; it was part of our strange connection. I dreamt about Tanya and Jessica before they pulled their stunts but things were so cryptic that I didn't know what to tell Edward. I just told him to watch out; something was going on with them. Little good it did, Edward still got arrested. I've tried to understand my dreams more since then, make them more useful.
I looked for more detail. There was a biology book next to the computer. Bella's clothes hamper was spilling over, she hadn't been home much lately. Her Clash t-shirt lay in a heap on the floor, and was that….her bra…dangling from the nightstand drawer?
Why was I standing here post romp? What was I supposed to know? I heard footsteps coming down the hall and my breath got caught in my chest.
He didn't even knock. He must have assumed it was locked because he grabbed the key and started working at the lock. I would have yelled "wake up" if I thought it would do any good, but I was just an observer in this dream, I could feel it. I watched in horror as Charlie opened the door. He tried to come in quietly, sneak across the room to the computer desk. He made it about half-way when he realized that his senses were sending him red flags.
He froze mid-step. His eyes flitted from the pants to the shirt to the bra and back again a dozen times silently. The flowers he held in his hand were starting to tremble. Charlie was bringing Bella flowers, for some reason, and he wanted to surprise her. Well he accomplished that for sure.
"Bella?" Charlie's voice was strained and sounded like a question and an accusation both at the same time.
Bella and Edward sat bolt upright in the bed, both with a look of terror on their faces. The three of them all stood there silent for what seemed like an hour although I'm sure in reality it was merely seconds.
"You rotten Son-of-a-Bitch!" Charlie's face turned scarlet red and his whole body tensed.
"Dad….Dad, wait!" Bella struggled to grab her shirt from the floor and her pants from under the bed without revealing her naked body under the covers. Edward was scrambling to do the same on the other side of the bed. He found his shirt and boxers but Charlie was standing between him and his pants. Charlie just stood there, mouth agape and eyes on fire. Bella jumped up on the far side of the bed and stood between Charlie and Edward. Edward eased up behind Bella, hands on her shoulders, ready to push her out of the way if anything became physical.
"Dad, calm down." Bella could tell too that Charlie was beyond reason at this point.
"How dare you! How dare you go after my daughter. She's…..she's……vulnerable, you dirty bastard. She is no Tanya and definitely no Jessica. You will not use her and then beat the shit out of her when she tries to get away." Charlie's hands were shaking; nearly all of the petals of the bouquet were now in a heap on the floor. He dropped the flowers and reached for his holster.
"Dad, NO! Let's talk about this please…..Dad, please!" Bella was sobbing and holding her hands out toward her father, begging him to listen to her. Edward stepped in front of Bella in one swift motion, pushing her behind him. The sudden unexpected movement caused Bella to trip and fall, hitting her head on the floor.
Charlie lunged forward, ready to rip Edward's throat out. Edward tried to ward him off defensively but Charlie just kept coming. Edward had wrestled enough with Emmett and Jasper to have some serious skills but Charlie had training too. And he was a pissed off father, there isn't much to compare to that. They struggled to the floor and Edward was shouting, "Charlie, let's talk. Charlie think about Bella. Charlie….I LOVE her!" Charlie fell back onto his hands and there was a loud bang…a gunshot.
I tried to see if anyone was hit but the dream was fading. I was being sucked back to reality. I tried to fight it, was Bella hit, was Charlie…..was Edward? I couldn't see. The dream collapsed around me and I sat straight up in my bed, soaking wet with sweat. "Edward!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It only took a few seconds before he was skidding to a halt at the side of my bed.
He was still wearing his clothes from the night before. He probably just got back with Emmett from Bella's house. Edward scooped me up in a hug and held me. "Are you ok, Alice? What happened?"
I was sobbing, it didn't matter who it was, someone was going to get hurt bad if we didn't deal with this situation with Charlie. I held onto my brother for a few minutes, thanking God that it was only a dream. I don't think I could survive it if I lost another family member. Especially not my Edward.
"A dream, Edward, please be careful if you go to Bella's house. Set your watch alarm, ok, don't fall asleep."
"Alright, Alice, don't worry. I'll be careful." Edward hugged me hard and kissed my forehead then headed back to his room.
I laid there for a while, unable to go back to sleep. The dreams I had about Edward always rang true in some form. They were always a warning, like the gut instincts a mother has about her children.
I composed myself and sat on the edge of my bed. I knew we needed to deal with Charlie or somebody was going to get hurt. I never guessed it would be us all.
Alice*
I knew it was a dream; it had that fuzzy edged feel to it. I was used to them now; they used to completely freak me out but over the last five years I've learned to relax and just try to take in whatever the dream is trying to tell me.
I was outside Bella's house. I looked around to see if there were any clues outside. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing stood out.
Suddenly, I was standing in Bella's bedroom. The motion of her bed stirring caught my attention. I wasn't worried about being caught. Through experience, I've found that my presence in these dreams is a bit like a fly on the wall. I see and hear everything but others don't know I'm there. I took in the details of the room to try and pinpoint a day, a time, narrow down the possibilities. I noticed a pair of pants tossed over the desk chair that looked far too long for Bella…Edward. Edward was here, that's why I was here.
I should have known. I always had dreams about my twin; it was part of our strange connection. I dreamt about Tanya and Jessica before they pulled their stunts but things were so cryptic that I didn't know what to tell Edward. I just told him to watch out; something was going on with them. Little good it did, Edward still got arrested. I've tried to understand my dreams more since then, make them more useful.
I looked for more detail.
There was a biology book next to the computer. Bella's clothes hamper was spilling over, she hadn't been home much lately. Her Clash t-shirt lay in a heap on the floor, and was that….her bra…dangling from the nightstand drawer?
Why was I standing here post romp? What was I supposed to know?
I heard footsteps coming down the hall and my breath got caught in my chest.
He didn't even knock. He must have assumed it was locked because he grabbed the key and started working at the lock. I would have yelled "wake up" if I thought it would do any good, but I was just an observer in this dream, I could feel it. I watched in horror as Charlie opened the door. He tried to come in quietly, sneak across the room to the computer desk. He made it about half-way when he realized that his senses were sending him red flags.
He froze mid-step. His eyes flitted from the pants to the shirt to the bra and back again a dozen times silently. The flowers he held in his hand were starting to tremble. Charlie was bringing Bella flowers, for some reason, and he wanted to surprise her. Well he accomplished that for sure.
"Bella?" Charlie's voice was strained and sounded like a question and an accusation both at the same time.
Bella and Edward sat bolt upright in the bed, both with a look of terror on their faces. The three of them all stood there silent for what seemed like an hour although I'm sure in reality it was merely seconds.
"You rotten Son-of-a-Bitch!" Charlie's face turned scarlet red and his whole body tensed.
"Dad….Dad, wait!" Bella struggled to grab her shirt from the floor and her pants from under the bed without revealing her naked body under the covers. Edward was scrambling to do the same on the other side of the bed. He found his shirt and boxers but Charlie was standing between him and his pants. Charlie just stood there, mouth agape and eyes on fire. Bella jumped up on the far side of the bed and stood between Charlie and Edward. Edward eased up behind Bella, hands on her shoulders, ready to push her out of the way if anything became physical.
"Dad, calm down." Bella could tell too that Charlie was beyond reason at this point.
"How dare you! How dare you go after my daughter. She's…..she's……vulnerable, you dirty bastard. She is no Tanya and definitely no Jessica. You will not use her and then beat the shit out of her when she tries to get away." Charlie's hands were shaking; nearly all of the petals of the bouquet were now in a heap on the floor. He dropped the flowers and reached for his holster.
"Dad, NO! Let's talk about this please…..Dad, please!" Bella was sobbing and holding her hands out toward her father, begging him to listen to her. Edward stepped in front of Bella in one swift motion, pushing her behind him. The sudden unexpected movement caused Bella to trip and fall, hitting her head on the floor.
Charlie lunged forward, ready to rip Edward's throat out. Edward tried to ward him off defensively but Charlie just kept coming. Edward had wrestled enough with Emmett and Jasper to have some serious skills but Charlie had training too. And he was a pissed off father, there isn't much to compare to that. They struggled to the floor and Edward was shouting, "Charlie, let's talk. Charlie think about Bella. Charlie….I LOVE her!" Charlie fell back onto his hands and there was a loud bang…a gunshot.
I tried to see if anyone was hit but the dream was fading. I was being sucked back to reality. I tried to fight it, was Bella hit, was Charlie…..was Edward? I couldn't see. The dream collapsed around me and I sat straight up in my bed, soaking wet with sweat. "Edward!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It only took a few seconds before he was skidding to a halt at the side of my bed.
He was still wearing his clothes from the night before. He probably just got back with Emmett from Bella's house. Edward scooped me up in a hug and held me. "Are you ok, Alice? What happened?"
I was sobbing, it didn't matter who it was, someone was going to get hurt bad if we didn't deal with this situation with Charlie. I held onto my brother for a few minutes, thanking God that it was only a dream. I don't think I could survive it if I lost another family member. Especially not my Edward.
"A dream, Edward, please be careful if you go to Bella's house. Set your watch alarm, ok, don't fall asleep."
"Alright, Alice, don't worry. I'll be careful." Edward hugged me hard and kissed my forehead then headed back to his room.
I laid there for a while, unable to go back to sleep. The dreams I had about Edward always rang true in some form. They were always a warning, like the gut instincts a mother has about her children.
I composed myself and sat on the edge of my bed. I knew we needed to deal with Charlie or somebody was going to get hurt. I never guessed it would be us all.