Okay, I think this story is possessed. I have a weird way of needing to write this story.
So, I'm going to get started on the second chapter already! Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Twilight series belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Okay, here's a little story for you. (True story!!!)
When I was young I was seriously, gifted (no joke) in first great I had a sixth grade reading level. They also wanted me to skip two grades in first grade! In second grade, I always tried making my handwriting so neat during writing time (I always have loved writing) but by the end of the story, I had written it was unreadable! My Second grade teacher told my parents, when they had worried that my learning skills were...slowing down (they thought I was becoming dumb), my teacher told my parents that actually my brain has so main different ideas sunning through my head my hand can't keep up. I think that's true because when writing this story last night once I went to bed I started thinking of things that would happen in chapter 16 or so!! So now, I have to write all the way, to what my brilliant head came up with because I'm afraid of loosing it!
And if you're wondering. No, I did not skip any grades. I'm so happy for it because I would not be able to keep up. I have almost all F's now.
Oh yes and before I forget this fan fiction is rated M for a reason and those reasons will show soon, lemons people.
The girl in my arms was very light. 105 pounds? 107 at the most. The more coughs that were spewed from her mouth that faster I ran. At first, I was careful of the eggs, but now I'm almost sure half of they are cracked.
When we got to my house, I had no idea how I was supposed to sneak this girl into my room. I glance down at her and my heard instantly picks up. I close my eyes and vigorously shake my head. This is no time to stare at her face! I could always climb the tree that faced my window, but in all seriousness, how practical is it to climb up a three story high try carrying a sick girl in your arms? Plus, I'm no good at climbing trees.
I could casually walk into my front door hoping my parents wouldn't see her. But if my parents see her what would I say?
Don't worry, mom, dad, I'm just taking this amazingly pretty girl up to my room for a little. She passed out by herself. Really!
Yeah, they'd probably think that I knocked her out and brought her upstairs to... do the unmentionables. An unmentionable, Sheesh, Emmett was right. I was supposed to be born in the 1900's.
I scanned my house for any possible entryways. My eyes landed on the garage door. Once inside the garage I could go inside and go straight to the staircase (which is unseen if you are in the kitchen or living room, I'd just have to pray neither of my parents would be in the laundry room) I could bring her into my room, lay her on my bed and then bring the eggs to Seem. This plan will have to do.
I walked to the garage door and saw the buttons on the house wall next to it. What was the code again? 4412? 1124? I couldn't just type a random number and hope for the best, which might signal the alarm. What was it? Something with a meaning, I remember that. Esme said it was something that if I ever forgot I could just look at the house and remember.
I snuck a glance at the front door and next to it were the numbers 22144 our house address. I tapped in the numbers into the key pad and ran through the garage door as soon as there was enough room for me too. I shut the garage door behind me opening my door and dashing through the house to the staircase. Halfway up I heard my name being called from the kitchen.
"Edward? Is that you?" Esme shouted to me, I really hoped she wouldn't walk towards me. "Yeah mom, I have to grab something from my room real quick I'll be down soon!"
The girl in my arms groans and snuggles into my chest. I feel my cheeks burn. I complete the rest of the journey to my room and I set the girl on my made bed. She feels cold so I tuck her under the covers and blush one more time because she looks good in my bed. Ugh, that was teenage Edward thinking that. But now, looking at her face, she looks slightly...familiar.
Remembering the eggs I run downstairs and hand them to Esme, giving her a kiss on the cheek telling her I'm really tired and that I'll be going to bed now. Once back in my room I see the tossing and turning in her sleep and groaning quietly. I think she was having a nightmare.
I sit my computer chair next to my bed silently thanking God that tomorrow was Saturday. Because there is no way, I could sleep in that bed with her next to me. I noticed the thrashing calmed but it looked almost like she was about to wake up.
Oh no. What if she thought I had kidnapped her? Would she understand that I was trying to help? I heard a mumble and I was presented with those large brown eyes once more. She stared straight at me.
"Mmmm? How did I get here?" She sounded startled but quiet too. I think she knew she had to be quiet. How could she trust a stranger? "Umm... You passed out by the park and you told me not to call 911 so I... brought you back here... to my house." I suddenly felt myself smile when her worried frown turned into a thankful smile.
"Oh... Did you tell you parents I was here?" Her smile faded once more and I shook my head. "I didn't think that you would appreciate that, but I could if you wanted me to. My dad's a doctor you know. You were coughing up a lot of blood. I'm sure he would be more than happy than to help you out..." She shook her head slightly.
"Thanks but no thanks, Edward. I don't think that would be wise" Wait. She knew my name? This confused me and gave me this weird tingly feeling in my stomach.
"How...Do you know my name?" This question seemed to surprise her. As if she wanted to ask me 'How could I not?' Which confused me more.
"I go to your school... I'm in the same grade as you... I have three of your classes." Now it was my turn to be shocked. If she was in three of my classes, how come I only vaguely remember her face?
"Oh... I am?" She nods in an answer but looks a little sad for a few seconds, but then that pretty smile appears on her face again.
"We have first period, third period and fifth period together. Although we never talk, I still know your name because I uh... I'm friends with Alice Brandon and she talks about you sometimes..." She looks embarrassed but not uncomfortable. Surely she can't be comfortable with the fact that she's in a practically strangers bed. Why was she outside at night anyways? Why didn't she want to go to the hospital?
But I just realized I had Language Arts Calculus and Science with this girl. And she was friends with Alice? Alice probably has rambles a lot and I just ignore her, so she's probably mentioned her a few times.
"So what's your name? I usually don't let strangers sleep in my bed so let's meet officially shall we?" I gave her a genuine smile and she giggled.
I want to make her laugh more.
"I'm Bella Swan." By this time, she was sitting up and she put her hand in front of her for me to shake.
"Hello Bella, I'm Edward Cullen." She blushes when I take her hand, and I reluctantly pull away.
"Thank you so much for this, I would...." She closed her eyes and suddenly seemed troubled "I would really appreciate if you didn't tell anyone that I'm here. Please? Not even your closest friends?" Her eyes give me a pleading look and I have no choice but to promise her I won't tell a soul. That's a promise I intend to keep. I'm sure she's afraid of having social suicide if someone found out she slept in my bed.
Which brings me to my next question. "Why were you out so late, it can't be safe this time of night." She stares down at her hands and smiles sadly to herself, laughing even a little. I can't see anything funny about the question but then again I'm not in her position...
"I truly understand that you must be filled with questions but it's really the best if I just keep quiet... If I'm a bother, I can go somewhere else for the night. I don't mind..."
"So... You're not going to tell me why you were out late? Why you wanted money? Why you coughed up blood? Why you didn't want to go to the hospital? Or back home? Or even have my parents know that you're here?" I keep my voice quiet so I don't scare her. But I was a little miffed that she wasn't about to give me any answers even though I think I was pretty kind to her...
"I said I wouldn't answer your first question. Not all of them. I can't answer the first question but I'll do my best to answer the rest. I wanted money because then I would go to a pay phone and see if I could spend the night at their house. I coughed up blood because I was... hurt" She seemed a little wary of answering this one. And already I had more questions from her answers, but I gave her the nod she was looking for to continue.
"I didn't want to go to the Hospital because...I don't want to go home.... which answers the other questions too..." She lays back down and stuffs her face in my pillow. I briefly wonder if my pillow smells okay to her.
"Why were you hurt?" My voice cracked. I didn't like thinking that she was in pain. She shakes her head. Obviously, I'm not getting any more answers tonight. "I see... Are you still in pain?" She peeks up from the pillow and studies my face. I blush under her stare. "No.... I'm better... I just got hurt and it made me cough so hard blood started coming out. I'm sorry you had to see it..." She dropped our gaze and looked down at my black sheets.
"I'm sorry it happened." She shut her eyes tight and it looked like she might cry. I felt the sudden urge to comfort her. "You can sleep now... I'll sleep on the floor, I don't mind..."
She sprung up and shook her head. But it didn't look like she really wanted to give up her spot on the bed. "Ummm... You're bed is really big. California King right?" She fidgeted slightly but looked back at me then down at her hands again. "So... If you don't mind... I don't mind... If we share the bed... Just tonight." There was a very noticeable blush on her face but I agreed with her. I turned off my lights and laid the farthest away possible from her.
I didn't even think about taking off my pants, but I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
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I woke up to small movements in my arms. Small warm movements in my arms. I open my eyes to see a dark head of hair trying desperately to get out of my grasp, as soon as I noticed this I let go over her. I don't think I've ever been so red.
"S-sorry! I guess I uh... hold people in my sleep? Not that I would know! You're the only person that I've slept in a bed with! But that's besides the point!" Great. Now I was blabbing on. Bella laughed and looked back at me. "It's okay." She whispered.
"I better get going, I'm sure your parents would freak if they saw that you had a girl in your bed." She tossed the covers over her legs and bent down to put on her socks.
"Well... You can stay. I mean, if you need to. You didn't tell me what happened last night but I'm fairly sure that you need somewhere to go so if you do, you can stay a little longer."
She smiled and turned back to me. Her clothes were all over the place from sleeping. Her jeans were a little high on her legs now, her shirt was bunched up, and her sleeves were pulled up to her elbows.
Bruises. There weren't just a couple little one either. They were big. Some purple and blackish, others green and yellowish. And all over her body.
Oh my gosh. She's being abused.
"Does someone... beat you, Bella?" My words were soft, careful. Her eyes went wide and she looked down at her body, frantically trying to fix her clothes before I got too good of a look. But it was too late. She hung her hair so I couldn't see her face.
"I should go. Thanks for the place to stay." As soon as she reached the door I jumped up and tugged on her hand lightly, she winced anyway. I turned her around and stared into the big brown eyes for a few seconds.
"Bella, if someone is hurting you, you have to tell someone. Tell an adult!" Bella shut her eyes tight and pushed at my chest lightly, her tears started to fall.
"What do you know? You don't know anything!" She broke out into a sob and I couldn't hold back the feeling of needing to comfort her any longer. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her into my chest. I liked the fact that I was a whole head taller than she was.
I expected her to push away, but she didn't. In fact, she wrapped her arms around my waist and held onto the back out of my shirt for dear life. I took a deep breathe of her hair.
Strawberries.
"It's my fault. I get in his way. Sometimes I don't do my chores. He really really loves me. It hurts sometimes but I'm okay. Everything is okay... It's okay..." I shake my head and rest my cheek on the top of her head.
"Is it your dad?" She doesn't say anything and her sobs take a pregnant pause. That's all the confirming I needed. I wanted to tell her to tell the police. Then, her name suddenly rang a huge bell. Bella Swan. Isabella Swan. Swan. As in Chief Swan's daughter. I heard from my father that she goes to the hospital a lot because she was clumsy. I heard from Alice that she and I would make a great couple, if only her dad let her date. I heard from Emmett that she was so clumsy in gym you could see bruises all over her.
She was that Bella Swan. And her dad was the chief of police. And there was no way I was just going to sit here and do nothing. I would keep my promise with Bella, but I would save this girl in my arms.
I vow to it.
I will keep Isabella Swan safe.
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