I AM A FAIL. I SUCK AT EVERYTHING!
"You gotta hit harder than that!" Charlie grunted as I panted and glared at him. Fuck Charlie Swan, fuck him. We were in the backyard boxing at the ungodly hour of the morning, and so far he was kicking my ass. My murderous hangover was beating the shit out of my head, and even though dope I smoked last night was completely worn off I still felt fuzzy and groggy.
"I have a headache I'm trying my best" I grumbled angrily and he chuckled while shaking his head while giving me a dirty look.
"No you aren't, you're being a little lazy asshole" He said boldly and I instinctively punched him in the jaw. I didn't feel any remorse for it; he was being a dick to me.
"Edward!" Phil and Elliot cried standing up and getting a little closer to us. Charlie chuckled holding his jaw. I saw Easton's eyes widen and he gaped at me. Little bastard was just lucky his dad wasn't too upset about it and said he'd ground him if he caught him doing it again and he wouldn't tell his mom or his sisters. Fortunately, the girls were out of the house this morning for a breakfast date and it was just us guys. Phil and Elliot sat on the patio chairs watching Charlie kick my hung-over ass while it served as a warning to Easton.
"Nice right hook kid" Charlie laughed and I mocked smiled at him. He was being an asshole and just as I turned my back to leave when I was pushed on the ground and m arm was wrapped around my back and my face was being scraped against the dirt and grass. Now it was more like beat up Edward instead of box with Edward. I felt my tolerance dissolving as I became angrier and angrier with Charlie.
"Never turn your back on our enemy" Charlie grunted again as I tried to restrain. I had the idea to kick him in the balls and I lifted my leg in the action to kick me in the butt, well Charlie's butt, and aimed a little lower then I needed and he fell off me holding his package and rolling on the floor groaning. I liked to see the police chief vulnerable and in pain; it made him seem more human.
"Edward that's enough" Elliot said in a bold parental tone and I stared at a grimacing Charlie Swan.
"I'm going out" I muttered and went back upstairs to get dressed and meet the guys.
~*My Teenage Delinquent*~
"He just woke you up, beat the shit out of you, and then you came and met us here?" Emmett asked confused. I nodded and took a sip of Coke. We were at a Harley's themed diner in Port Angeles and were having some breakfast. The upside about this place was we knew the owner which meant free drinks, the grub was good, and the waitresses were hot. A busty brunette came with our plates of waffles, bacon, eggs, and Cokes.
"Yup. Woke me up, kicked my ass, and then 'grounded' me. The little fucktard should know I'm not going to follow his lame ass rules." I grumbled and stuffed my face with flapjacks. The blueberry syrup here was amazing.
"Edward you did give the kid a joint" Emmett pointed out. Jasper snorted and rolled his eyes while wiping his hands on a napkin.
"Dude, you kept giving it to him." He pointed out while still chewing a mouth full of food. I shook my head at the dumbass and it occurred to me that the kid didn't exactly turn away from the free joint. He was just as guilty as I was. I offered, and he could have said no but did he? No he didn't. He said yes and smoked the dope on his own free will with us.
"The kid still took it no matter if Seth or Embry or Jake gave it to him, he still accepted the fucking stuff. He's as guilty as I am" I grumbled and had a craving for a cigarette.
"I caught sight of O'Malley the other day." Jasper announced and I looked up from my food slowly. I stared at him before taking a deep breath.
"What was the fucker doing?" I asked and I saw Emmett stare at Jasper and she chewed slowly.
"He was buying booze from Thriftway, he probably bought it for his little Volturi bitches but once he caught me in the parking lot he tried to run me over in his shit car." Jasper said angrily and the grip on my fork tightened.
"That asshole" I seethed and Emmett was too angry to speak. If James wanted to run anyone over it should be me not Jasper.
"I'm telling you if I see that dumbass again I will fuck him up" I promised and the two just stared at me worried.
"Edward he's not worth it" Jasper said but I shook my head.
"No one hurts my friends. I still beat the shit out of him once I see him" I said and they left it at that.
~*My Teenage Delinquent*~
The boys went to Jasper's house and I went to my house. Not the Swans, but my house. I haven't been there in a while and I decided that it would be good to have some time for myself away from the boys. In front of my door was a small beige box addressed to Carmen. Picking it up with me I unlocked the door and put in the security system's password. It beeped in a positive tune and flashed green. I turned on the lock system that Eleazar said worked when you were in the house; it was like locking the door when you were inside for extra security. It flashed yellow and I kicked off my shoes to relax. The familiar feel of black shiny tile on my feet was comforting and I remembered what it was like when Carmen and Eleazar were here. I closed my eyes and it as almost like I could see them in the kitchen listening to Brazilian music and cooking Brazilian food together while dancing as it cooked. I smiled when I remembered Eleazar dipping Carmen and pretending he would drop her on the hard floor. She would slap him and he would dip her lower and give her a kiss. I pretended not to notice them being all lovey-dovey but when they did I liked to watch. It reminded me of my parents and it brought me comfort.
I walked up the stairs and into Carmen and Eleazar's room. It was a mess, but I didn't care. I saw a laundry basket full of Eleazar's and mines clothes that she didn't get a chance to wash yet. The bed was unmade and the fluffy comforter was in a mangled mess. Their clothes were strewn out across and I chuckled as I envisioned Carmen trying on pieces of clothing and decided if they were worthy of wearing that day or not; if they weren't she would throw it on the bed and if it was she would leave the house. The room felt more comfy with all the mess and I felt a pang in my chest when I looked at their dresser filled with little trinkets of memories and pictures. Carmen believed in family before anything else and she wanted to have a little shrine. She picked out her favorite pictures of us taken throughout the years and as I stood there looking at all the pictures of the three of us all together on vacations, in our home, and during Carmen's little photography and document everything we Cullen's do, I realized how much I took Carmen and Eleazar for granted. Sure, they were assigned to protect me, and I might not have liked it at the time it happened, but they didn't have to be so nice to me. They took me in and treated me as their own and I took that for granted. Carmen truly was like a mother to me, and Eleazar was like my father who was taken from me. They made sure this life I was thrown into was a smooth sail and was as easy as possible. I was treated like one of their own and for a while there I felt like I was back with my parents. I loved them; I just had a funny way of showing it.
"You never know what you have until it's gone" I muttered while looking at a picture of all three of us at dinner for Eleazar's birthday. I was a little shit that night because it took me away from a night with the guys. I was such a dick.
Their kitchen smelled heavenly. The perfumes mixed together with their natural scent to make a scent only Carmen and Eleazar could establish. The countertop was filled with their shit and I saw a strip of thick hot pink duct tape in the middle of the countertop and there were little cut out circles of other printed duct tapes like zebra, cheetah, and polka dot separating the sides of the sink. On Carmen's side there were perfumes, hair spray, and a bunch of girl shit while Eleazar's was cologne, gel, razor and that stuff.
"If only you guys were here" I said to myself looking to the picture of them tucked into the mirror on Carmen's side. I sighed and walked out of the room leaving it how I found it.
Heading downstairs to get a small snack before watching TV I found a small box on the kitchen counter. It was the typical brown box you would find from FedEx and it wasn't opened but there was a note left next to it. It was in purple writing and I noticed the print automatically.
Boys stay out of my box! This is my shit and don't open it until I get home. If you do, Edward you are grounded and Eleazar you will be on the couch for one week. Got it? Good. See you boys later, I love you.
XOXO Carmen
But…Carmen's box was on the table next to the door. Which box was this? I looked onto the both boxes and I looked onto the both boxes and one was addressed to Carmen, and the other to me. Why me? No one likes me, there shouldn't be any reason someone should give me a delivery. I decided to open the small one and inside was Carmen's special and expensive hair washes and creams. After putting that one aside I opened the big box and jumped back.
"What the fuck?" I voiced aloud and searched inside the box some more. Inside were pictures of Carmen, Eleazar, and I around Forks and they were recent pictures. They were of me at school, us out as a 'family', Carmen and Eleazar at work, the boys and I in Jake's backyard, and a few of my on my bike along with many more. The one that scared me the most? The one where Bella and I were fighting for the last Pop Tart in the kitchen of the Swan house.
There were more pictures in the box and small little trinkets. I picked up a little white ceramic dove ornament and my felt heart drop into my stomach. It was my mother's; it was a Christmas ornament I got for her in the fifth grade. I left it back in Chicago along with my other shit. It scared me; it scared me shitless to see this tiny little piece of ceramic. I took a shaky breath and looked more into the box to find more trinkets from my Chicago home. It scared me I more ways than I knew. I held my phone in my hand and my finger was hovering on my speed dial for Forks Police Station so I could bitch to Charlie about this. I was so tempted.
A small note written on a plain white piece of paper in green messy chicken scrawl was the last thing in that small brown box. I held m breath through the small note and for one of the rare times in my life I wanted Carmen and Eleazar.
Well, well, well Mr. Anthony Carlisle Edward Masen, you can run but you certainly can't hide. You're under my watch now and this won't be the last you heard from me.
XOXO Dove ;)
I AM A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING.
I'm so sorry I didn't get this out sooner. I had cheer competition which we sucked in and I had allergic reaction and all that which stressed me out and I've had such a busy schedule, and writer's block doesn't help either, but I'm happy to announce I gave you your chapter and I expect lots and lots of reviews!
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XOXO Lizzy