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Edward.
Chapter 4
I woke up at four a.m. that morning.
The reason why I did, was a dream. It was so weird, I hadn't dreamt in ages.
I looked around my bedroom and noticed that I had left my curtains wide open.
The moon was full tonight. Her light coated my room in a depressing pallor.
Sprint was sound asleep on his big, bone-formed pillow, sprawled over it in a comic fashion.
I yawned and wondered why I couldn't sleep. But the thing that bothered me the most was the subject of my sleepless night.
The Princess…
Why did I dream about her? I didn't know her, never spoke to her.
But in my dream she looked up at me from where she sat on a grey barstool. Her face was illuminated, giving her a red glow over her face.
Then she would smile, and her eyes would sparkle.
It was strange, I didn't know what colour her eyes were. They constantly changed colour. From green to grey-blue to warm browns and all over again.
Would she still be at the club right now?
I turned my head and looked at the nightstand. The red digits on my alarm clock were glowing.
Four fifteen. No wonder I was tired as fuck.
I lay down again, and then sat up.
After that, my legs carried me to my living room, to where my drawing table was standing.
I picked up my pencil from where I had last dropped it down.
Next to my sketchbook was a square, tin box with dents and discolouring here and there.
The content was old. Pictures, most of them yellowed, from my father and his family.
Most of them were from his parents and grandparents. Dad told me most of them had been taken in his native country, England.
A few of the pictures portrayed their journey to the US.
My father had moved here when his mother died. His dad, Edward Senior, moved to the States. He was torn apart by his wife's dying and couldn't cope being in the house he had bought with her.
He had a lot of job offers in the United States too. Edward Senior used to be a respected surgeon and hospitals from Los Angeles to New York were all reaching out to have him on their staff.
Eventually he chose Washington, Seattle even. So, he packed everything he had lef tand took his two sons and daughter with him.
I smiled at the picture of my father, in his little black-and-white shorts standing in a black-and-white lake.
A yawn escaped my mouth once again and I sighed deeply, rubbing into my eyes.
I walked over to my L-shaped, dark brown leather couch and sat down. On the light-couloured, wooden coffeetable lay a red folder.
A smile spread over my face when I took it in. I took it from the table and opened the elastics, letting them snap against the carton.
The design was Jaspers'. He once made it for me when I first came up with the idea of buying the apartment next door. The design was the ultimate house for me. It contained two bedrooms instead of now one, an extra bathroom, a nice, spacy study and a library wall in the spacious living room. I also had the industrial-look kitchen I always wanted, with grey walls and black cabinets.
The explanation for the fact that it was not my home is simple. I was too late.
Merely two weeks after Jasper had made the design, a 'sold'-sing adorned the door on the opposite side of the corridor.
My new neighbour wasn't nice. It was a lady in her late-twenties I guess.
I also had another guess: prostitute.
Or escort, possibly.
Not that I want to accuse anyone of anything, but every single nights I heard groans and moans from the other side of the hall. And she even looked like she was a prostitute. She looked chique, yet skanky. Mixed the hottest brands in the most horrendous way. Blazers and pink sequined skirts… Blazers with no top under, that is.
I shook my head at the thought of her, the last time I saw her.
She literally stood at her door, waving at some guy coming out of her apartment, wearing nothing but a long-sleeved babydoll.
Somehow between that thought and a following, I must have drifted off to sleep.
A light shone upon my half-asleep face when I heard the shrieking ringtone of my cell. My eyes darted open, surprised that I didn't wake up in my usual scenery, but on the couch instead.
The sound came from behind me, the kitchen.
I squinted against the daylight, coming from my floor-to-ceiling windows.
I should draw the curtains closed every night, I thought.
The phone was buzzing away on my kitchen counter and I picked it up, but not before glancing at the screen at first.
Eleven forty-five? I screamed inside my head.
I had never slept this long since high school!
Of course, the phone stopped ringing right before I got the chance to tap the green phone.
1 missed call(s)
MOM
I dialed my mother's number. She picked up by the second ring.
She told me she was glad her son was still alive.
"I know, I'm so sorry Mom. I was still asleep, didn't hear my phone until about five minutes ago," I apologized.
"Asleep?" She asked, astonished. "Edward Cullen, asleep? Even after eleven?!" I could picture the smile that must've been playing on her lips.
"Yeah, I know. Kind of old school of me isn't it? I couldn't sleep, went to the living room and then fell asleep on the couch." I explained.
"Oh, poor boy. I actually thought you'd forgotten about your sad, old mother and her lunch date with you," she exaggerated.
I laughed.
"Come on, mom. Old? Please, where did that suddenly come from?" I asked her, making sure to also over-exaggerate the 'old' part.
"Edward. Once the big five is staring you right in the face, you realize you can't hang with the young ones anymore," she said.
I rolled my eyes at her.
"Mom! Don't even start like that, please. Just in case you don't check your diary everyday. But your birthday isn't due for another three and a half weeks, Mother," I told her.
"And by the way, if Dad failed to compliment you today, you still look gorgeous every time I see you," I said.
I heard her smile into the phone, that smile where the corners of her eyes would wrinkle a bit.
"Sweet as ever. Now go on, hop in your shower and get over here. Don't make me wait, Cullen. If I died before you got here, I'll put the lunch in the fridge," she joked and ended the conversation.
I put my phone back on the kitchen counter and got ready.
About twenty minutes later, I was good to go and in my car.
My Mom and Dad lived just outside Seattle, in an oasis of green and serenity –as my Mom likes to call it.
It was a fifteen-minute-drive, but I didn't mind that at all. I liked taking my car out and just driving past houses, people, stories.
On my way, I passed the Poison-club. It was very strange. Like that feeling, when you have a new car and you suddenly see that type of car everywhere.
Now I had that with a stripper-bar. –Wow, way to go Cullen.
I had driven this road so many times before, but had never really noticed the building.
A piece of me wondered if I would ever set foot in that property again, and if I would ever see the Ballerina again.
Worries for later, I thought and focused on the road ahead of me.
When the bushes and trees started to grow thicker on my left, I know it was time to slow down.
A few seconds later, I turned left and drove along the long, way too long driveway that was my parents'.
The only car there was my Mother's Mercedes SUV. I guessed my father was out working today.
I parked next to her and strolled up the six steps to the front door.
While I waited for my Mom to come and open the door, I looked up at the house. To say it was a nice residence was not doing it justice.
The house was three-stories high, massive and white with wooden accents. I recall it was originally build in the late nineteenth century.
My old room used to be on the top floor. I had it all to myself, except for the 'game den'.
On night outs of family dinners, I still sleep over. I know how my Mom loves to have her house filled with loved ones.
"Hi Mom," I greeted as the heavy, wooden door opened in front of me.
She looked lovely as ever, with her auburn hair hanging loosely around her shoulders and her polka-dotted apron over a deep-green dress.
"Well, here is my boy. You're getting more gorgeous by the day! Now come in before my food gets cold and we have to order Chinese," she laughed and invited me in.
We walked over to the kitchen where Mom morphed the breakfast bar into a cozy table for two.
"I bet you're going to outdo yourself again, it smells heavenly in here," I admitted.
She shushed me and handed me a beer from the fridge.
"Here, my wine-hating child," she joked.
"Thanks," I said and sipped from the can. Earning a reprimanding look from my Mom. "Sorry," I apologized and poured the beer into a glass.
My mother has this thing about drinking from a can….
'You never know whose hands have been on that thing!'
"We're having your favorite," she announced and walked over to the oven, her mittens in the pocket of her apron.
She pulled out an oven-dish and placed it carefully onto the protecting plate and sat down next to me.
We both ate our lasagnas and chatted away about Emmett, Jasper, the girls, my father, … until my Mom reached her 'Edward needs a girl-talk'.
I've had an issue, according to the rest of my siblings. Girls.
That was never true. I've always had crushes in high school, had to occasional girlfriend too, but nothing really serious.
Now my Mom is a bit worried, since my brother and sister both found their 'life mate' as she likes to call it.
But I just haven't met a special person who I want to spend time with. Not really.
"You have to give everyone a chance Edward. Don't be particular, I'm sure there must be a girl you're interested in?" she asked me.
I thought about it. But could only come up with one girl lately, Ballerina.
"Well, you're right Mom. There is one girl I'm interested in. But I'm not sure whether it'll work out or not," I said sincerely.
Mom's eyebrows almost went up her hairline at my confession.
"Oh really?" She said, impressed.
"Yes, but your lips are sealed until I say so. That's all I'll say about it now," I said and winked.
I could tell she was annoyed by my lack of giving information. But I couldn't care right now, I had other things on my mind
SOOOOOOO I'm here again! There were people working on the water pipes in my street, and they manages to fuck up my internet :/
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