Chapter 3: Vacation With the Grands?
I stood by the car out front of Carlisle's. Edward said he was going to talk to them, about everything, whether it be in front of Enli or not. Thank God I had pants on now. I still looked like crap. Like I'd been beaten with a stick. I wish I were beaten with a stick. Well, I was beaten with a stick in some form, just not the type of stick you'd usually beat people with. If that made any sense at all.
Edward came out, a smile on his face, Carlisle behind him looking sympathetic. My face grew hot. Oh no, here comes the screaming and the rock throwing. Or perhaps that's what I wanted?
"I told him everything." Edward said, coming down the stairs. My heart dropped. I guess I really did want the rocks.
"You shouldn't have lied to us." Carlisle replied, coming down the steps after my grandfather.
"Yeah? Well I'm a liar who values the opinion on his sister." I muttered. He shook his head.
"Did you have to tell us you did all of those…exposing things?" I grunted.
"Please, that word makes me feel dirty." He eyebrows furrowed in apology. "Plus, as you could have guessed, I was a little flustered, I mean with the whole raped thing and the whole room staring at me, and mama squealing like she slammed her tit in the door. Yeah, kind of a messed up day." They both laughed. "Besides, I've never been one to turn Enli in for doing something bad, like the time she purposely slammed my fingers in a car door and locked it and Eng had to unlock the door. He asked how it happened, I said I was playing around with it and locked it after I had it open, then the door slammed shut on it. I lied. Or the time she forced me to give her a piggy back ride and when I couldn't move she kicked me in the bottom and I smashed my face off of a rock. Eng asked what happened, I said I tripped and fell."
"Did you take into account that you're supernatural and can't trip?" Carlisle questioned.
"Did you take into account that I'm only two years old and retarded?" I raised an eyebrow. He laughed.
"Then you are very intelligent for a two year old." Carlisle winked at me. I snorted.
"That doesn't count, you just called me retarded not even a few seconds ago." He glared at me, fighting against a smile as Edward opened up the drivers side of the car and climbed in, starting it. Bella came out holding a couple bags. I looked at her confused. "What's with the body bags?" I questioned as she loaded them into the trunk.
"They aren't body bags, we're going on a little trip and these are things called, clothes and toilet-trees." I nodded, trying to fight back the smile that was beginning to break through on my face.
"Why would you put toilets and trees into bags? And how the hell did you fit them in there? Did you break them up?" Edward and Carlisle laughed as she glared at me, her lips puckered. I let off a light, airy giggle that sounded much like something a ditz would do. "Get in the damn car." She ordered, giggling slightly as she headed for the passenger side.
"Shot gun!" I hollered, running for the door. She charged and grabbed the handle. I threw my hip into her, trying to knock her away from the door. She hip checked me back making me fall away a little, but I kept my hand on the handle as well. I tried pushing her away but she stomped on my toe. Yelping I grabbed her hair and attempted to pull her away by extending my arm, but all she did was let her head fall back. She sank her nails into my arm. I screamed and let go. "Fine! You take the damn front!" She laughed and stuck her tongue out at me as she climbed in. Grabbing the handle I pulled the back door open and climbed in, rubbing the blood off of my arm.
"Never come between a girl and her squeeze." She replied, squeezing Edward's leg. I made a gagging sound and rolled down the window, pretending to vomit. Carlisle was laughing loudly from the porch. "What? It's not that bad!" She growled.
"No! It's not that!" I howled as if I was in agony.
"What is it then you big baby?" She grunted.
"I saw your face in the mirror." I smiled and sat back down as if nothing was bothering me. She whirled around and started to hit me. Not hard, but she still hit me. "Oh Jethuth! Thtop! It hurth! Rape!" I squealed, faking the heaviest lisp I could muster, forcing Edward to pull out into the road, laughing harder than I had ever heard him laugh before.
NFS
We drove down the road, the radio filling the silence -as well as Bella's screechy singing clashing furiously with the sound of Edward's dying cow imitation of the lower duet.
"We don't sing that bad." Edward grumbled as the radio announcer came on talking about the weather.
"Pops, you're so bad that you make the werewolves howl." I snickered. He snorted and pushed down on the gas pedal, bringing the car from 50 to 75. I took a deep breath, not really minding the quickness of the vehicle, wishing like hell that it were a convertible so that I could enjoy it completely. He brought the car to a stop and waited for cars to go by at a crossing. One right after the other. I started to fidget. There were more cars, moving slowly down the road.
"What's going on?" Bella asked, looking farther down the road where the traffic was, it continued down as far as thee eye could see. Panic set in.
"A freaking parade!" I squealed, my heart pounding in my chest. They both looked back at me confused as I started to pull at the seat belt. Bella got out quickly and opened the door. I fell out and scrambled across the cement, gasping for air, swinging my arms around me, making sure they didn't hit anything.
"He's just like his mother." Edward laughed from the car.
"Yep, those anxiety breaks are going to drive her nuts."
"I told you we should have taken the convertible." Bella rubbed my shoulders as I shook. What did they mean I was just like my mother? Did she have the same problem as me? Did Enli have the same problem too? I didn't know, it was my second time being in a car in my entire life, the first time I barely paid attention because I was too pissed off to.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I gasped, grabbing at my neck, looking back at the small, confined space inside the car.
"You're a claustrophobic with bad anxiety attacks." Edward replied simply. I looked at him stupefied.
"I'm a what-a-phobic with a bad case of what?"
"A Claustrophobic with bad anxiety attacks. You're fine in smaller area's as long as there's a little bit of air on you and you're moving. But when the windows are shut -take the car for example- you are only ok if the car remains as a faster speed." Bella explained. "If not your anxiety kicks in and you have fits."
"Fits? Fits! It feels like I'm dying!" I howled, shaking my fist at her. She laughed and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet.
"Well, die in the car, the line is ending." She pulled me of towards the car and helped me back in. It did end, and what it looked to be, there wasn't another car for miles. I shut the door and wheezed as I buckled up again. Bella pulled the door shut, letting Edward know it was ok to drive. He pounded the gas pedal down, sending the car into a forward motion, hitting 60 in a matter of seconds.
I let my head fall back onto the seat and allowed my eyes to close. I was tired. I was more than tired. Just today, all of this happened, just today. And my butt hurt. Oh God did it hurt.
"How are your teeth?" Edward asked, slowing down, taking a dirt road. I smiled at him so he could see them in the rearview mirror. They were starting to grow back. Oh God, those hurt too. The feeling of them ripping through the gums. The feeling of them grinding against the bottom gums, sawing the flesh away from over the bottom teeth that were growing in. "They're growing in nicely." He replied. I nodded.
The sun was going down. Slowly, but it was going down. 7 o'clock I believe the time was. 7, 7:30-ish, right around there. Oh God did my butt hurt. I shifted. Carlisle had taken care of me, Enli was grounded to her room until we left. I still had no idea where we were going. For all I know they could be driving me off to the Grand Canyon to throw me off the edge and watch me fall to my strangely, amusing seeming death. I wonder how badly I'd flail?
"We aren't going to the Grand Canyon." Edward said.
"Where are we going?"
"China."
"Really?" I looked at him confused.
"No, we're going to a little cabin in the woods. We'll be alone there." He explained. I nodded. That explained the dirt road.
"How long are we going to be there?" I looked at the trees as they passed.
"Until the family gets used to Enli and when we bring you home they'll pay a little more attention to you." He stopped the car and shut it off. I looked. We were there. A large cabin, possibly three floors, a lake, a boat shed, all one ugly yellow color with green trim. No wonder it was placed so far back in the woods, if it was by the road people driving would smash their cars into a ditch. "That isn't nice to say about Emmett's choice of colors." Edward snickered.
"How many times did you shoot him for it? Cause whatever number you did, I think you were off by a few thousand." I muttered. They both laughed. Climbing out I walked forward, my eyes particularly on the lake. I didn't know how to swim. I didn't know how to do anything. Well, I now knew how gays had sex, but that was beside the point, and I'm not sure exactly if you would call that session scarring. I sure as hell didn't enjoy it, I'll tell you that much.
"Go in and choose a room, we'll get dinner on for you." Bella said, opening the trunk for Edward. I nodded and slowly started to limp for the front door of the cabin. God my butt hurt! I pushed the door open. That was safe, leave the door unlocked. I looked around. Everything inside of it looked almost just like Carlisle's house, white, open…lacey. My eye brow twitched.
"Ugh, my head hurts." I walked farther in and headed for the other side of room and pulled a large curtain off to the side. There was a giant glass wall and a sliding glass part that lead out to a balcony. "What the hell is with these people in glass walls? Haven't they ever heard of privacy?" I growled. I could hear my grandparents musical laughter from outside. A splash could be heard. Cocking my eyebrow I walked out onto the balcony and looked down at the lake. Edward was inside the water with his clothes on, Bella pulled her shirt off, followed by her pants and under-dressings and jumped in. "I hope a fish swims into your peesh!" I hollered. They both laughed.
Shaking my head I walked back in and headed for the stairs leading up to the middle level. There were rooms there and in the attic. I chose a back porch room with three beds. It didn't have a door, but it was a screened off room with large windows. It over looked the cars and looked like it could have been a porch. I sighed and sat on the edge of one of the already made beds, resting my head in my hands. What was I going to do? My attempts of getting them to hate me failed. I was only going to give them more and more grief, the last thing I wanted to do.
The door flew open and in came Edward and Bella with a bucket of water. I screamed as they tossed it on me, the cold water numbing all of the pain except for my head which made my newly growing teeth chatter and sting like the hot pins piercing through the flesh. I looked at them through wide eyes, and wet hair. They laughed and started to run the other way, not caring that they had totally soaked me, the bed and the floor. I smiled.
"I'll kill you!" I hollered. Standing I chased them down the stairs and out the door, down the slope passed and even lower level of the cabin and down one of the docks. I shoved Edward right off the edge, and whirled around, dodging Bella as she tried to get me off, resulting in her falling in. But on her way down she grabbed my arm pulling me in. I screamed as the water enveloped me. I was afraid I was going to drown until the reassurance of Edward's and Bella's hands on my shoulders told me I was ok. I was going to be alright. They were going to be there for me to keep me from drowning…forever.
