So I've gotten alot of reviews of people saying they like the first version better so I'm going to bring some aspects back into the story and see how it goes. Also, I've gotten questions if this will be Bella/Edward and yes it will be. And being honest, the main reason I changed the story as much as I did was that someone told me that another author published my story and when I went to message her she never replied. So... yeah. I'm sorry if it dissapoints some of you guys, but I've grown up since I did the first version and I wanted to show that in my writing and I couldn't in the other one. And, one last thing, Bella will still have the same attitude towards Emmett as she did in the first story. She's struggling with the fact that if she accepts him he'll leave but at the same time realizes she doesn't want to end up alone becoming a bitter old women. Enjoy!
The days passed in a blur, each the same as the day before. Nothing out of the ordinary except adding five more people onto my already long list of deaths. The number was thirty- eight and had stayed that number so a few weeks. I internally smiled at that hoping my luck would stick.
Today was my day off and I wandered into the more upscale side of New York City. I zipped up my coat halfway and pushed my way through the crowds. The lowering temperature eventually got to me and I made my way into the nearest coffee shop. My nose was assaulted with various combinations of scents. I stepped to the side and looked at all the choices. I skimmed the prices as an afterthought. I sighed and shuffled through my purse only coming up with a dollar and thirty six cents. Nothing was even remotely in my price range so I took a step towards the door when a laugh made me stiffen.
It was a laugh. A thundering laugh. A jolly laugh. HIS laugh.
My eyes widened and my feet stood cemented on the bamboo flooring. My thoughts swirled together. I took a deep breath trying to keep myself from sobbing. My back was towards the sound. The first thought to hit me told me to turn around and run into his arms and beg me to take me home.
The second was to hurl myself towards him fists flying.
The third, and least painstaking was to walk away. Walk out the door, and never look back. Continue on with the life I had worked so hard to obtain. The years I worked as a stripper came rushing back to me. The years I slept on the streets begging for cash and for warmth. When I thought about it long enough I could still feel all the perverts grimy hands reaching out for me during performances. I had worked at the club for a year and a half. Keeping to myself, only having one goal in mind. To get out, to not end up like the strippers around myself who only took this job to supply their drug habit. The only happy day of my entire existence in New York was telling my former boss to shove it and that I was out of there. I rented my apartment the next day with the money I had spent almost 2 long years taking my clothes off for.
I quickly shook my head and turned my head ever so slightly. One glance wouldn't hurt I convinced myself. One look and then I would be gone from his life forever.
I ever so slowly turned my body a little to the right and strained my head around and looked around the small quaint shop.
There he was. Burly as ever, bigger than I remember. His curls sat on the top of his head, shorter than before. His eyes twinkled with life I hadn't ever seen before. His head was thrown back laughing and his arm was swung over a seat which was occupied by a beautiful blonde. Even sitting down i could tell she was quite tall, her falling over her shoulders with a slight curl and even at the other side of the shop I could make out her bright violet eyes.
Next to her sat another girl, with cropped black hair that pointed out in every direction and that bounced up and down whenever she made even the slightest of movements. A man sat extremely close next to her, he was well built and his blonde hair was to the nape of his neck and had waves running threw it. The last sat next to the brother I had lost years ago. he was tall from what I could tell, a slight lanky, with an untidy mop of bronze hair that resembled a penny. He was sporting a crooked smile and looked carefree. Overall he was completely gorgeous.
My attention shifted back to my brother, Emmett. He looked truly happy, an emotion he rarely showed around others. Only to me when he would take me to the park or sit in my room with me and talk for hours about our future.
As much as I hated him I couldn't help but show a slight smile. He had got his happy ending. He got what he always dreamed of. he would always talk about seeing the big apple. he wanted to take the city by storm, make a man for himself. And he wanted to get the girl. He never had a particular one in mind at the time when he would tell me these stories but as I snuck another glance at him, he was looking at the blonde with adoration. He certainly got her.
My back was once again towards them. My eyes looking out the window. I kept my sight forward and made my way out of the coffee shop leaving Emmett's happily ever after behind me.