Whatsup people!!!!! I know......... I don't own anything by Stephanie.
So!!! Sorry I took soooooooooo long. (Severe case of writers block.)
Enjoy!! ( the next chapter will be more exciting.)
His black eyes burning like a black fire, he walked slowly over to me. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his cool hands reaching up to softly brush my bile soaked hair out of my face.
"I- I'm fine," I stuttered. My teeth were chattering very slightly, from the horror that I had felt before when Charlie tried to hurt him.
"Are you okay?" I whispered. Had Charlie hurt him?
He chuckled softly. "Honestly, Bella. You were the one who had her head bashed up against the wall." His tone had turned dark and heavy by the end of the sentence. His fingers probed softly on the spot of the head banging. Then he stiffened all of a sudden, and looked down at my arm. Looking down as well, I saw that my sudden rush in heartbeat had caused my cut to break open again, and the gauze was turning red. The familiar smell of blood hit my nose, so familiar, that I never even felt sick anymore.
Picking up my arms gently, he turned them over. "Why do you do this?" he asked softly, as he had so many days before. Instead of running away, I answered. I knew I could trust him, and it was strangely comforting.
"I don't really expect you to understand about cutting, but, to me, it's the strongest pain medicine possible. It makes you numb, and helps you to think clearly. It's kind of been my life saver these last few years, with Charlie and all."
He snarled softly as I finished.
Just then, Emmett and Jasper walked in. Emmett had the keys to a car in his hand. "Edward, I brought my car over, to give you guys a ride to our house, after what happened to the Volvo and everything....."
That had reminded me. "Oh, yeah........ sorry about that. I'll get you a new one.... once I get the money-"
Edward cut me off. "Don't worry about it." Then he looked sharply at Jasper, whose eyes were zeroed in on me, and pitch black. Jasper got down on his hands and knees and ...... crouched? What, was he going to pounce on me or something?
Edward pushed me slowly behind him.
Emmett snarled. What was it with them and snarling?
Jasper growled in return and coiled, ready to spring. Emmett grabbed him around his shoulders and forced him to stand. Then he began pulling Jasper backwards towards the door. Edward followed Jasper as he struggled against Emmett's arms.
I finally found my voice as Jasper disappeared around the corner. "What's going on?"
Edward stopped, and looked back at me. "I'll be back in a few minutes." His eyes flashed to Charlie's limp form in the kitchen, and then he left.
I willed my legs to step slowly and numbly to the front window to see where they'd gone, but no one was there.
I looked back at Charlie, unsure what to do when you're left in the house with your abusive unconscious father. After a moment of indecision, I decided to head back upstairs to my room.
When I got there, I picked up my bag and walked over to my "bed."
Picking up my companion, my cutting knife, I wiped off the brownish red blood that had been there from all of my cuts, and stuck it in my bag.
Then I walked downstairs, and stopped dead in my tracks. There were sounds coming from the kitchen, groans of pain.
The kind someone would make after they got punched in the face.
There was thumping as Charlie stood up, and began walking towards the front door.
He was going to walk right past me.
My mind was screaming for me to run, or at least get out of sight, but my legs were frozen where I stood.
And then he saw me. His eyes, which were at first dazed from just waking up, settled quickly into a wall of brown ice. His face was more furious than I'd ever seen him before. He stepped towards me, just as my muscles began to work again, and I stumbled backwards. Seizing my neck, he squeezed. My fingers struggled to pry his fingers away, but he only pushed harder.
"Your little boyfriend was stupid to leave you alone."
I am a very evil person who loved writing cliffies but hates getting them.