Chapter 8-
Bella.
She is everywhere. She stands by my locker, giggling and smiling. Flirting with my ex-best friends and laughing with her posse.
She doesn't stop and she doesn't give up.
She doesn't leave me alone.
Every time I look, she's there. Watching me and smiling.
She knows exactly what she's doing. She knows how she's hurting me and she enjoys it.
"I miss you." She whispered as she walked around me in the hallway. Tugging on my shirt, in a very secretive manner. No one else sees her.
"Stop" I plead, closing my eyes so I don't have to see her.
"My golden boy." She smirks, as she walks ahead.
Now its my turn to stare. And I do until she turns at the end of the hall.
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"And we have some thing to consider…things have changed Edward… You need to learn responsibility…"
Mother continues, I tune her out.
It's the "responsibility" talk and I receive it about twice a month.
It's the time to get a job, to pay for my own things.
I however am not particularly fond of the idea.
"Paid for you…Your father works hard…"
I smirk, all he does is work.
She glares.
Finger in my face, waving back and forth.
"Don't you start. Your father does what he must to pay for your trips and your brand new mercedes."
She scolds, I frown.
It's not like I even asked for the car.
Dad felt guilty, he bought it without asking.
"I don't need this." I mutter, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.
I head for the stairs.
Mom is yelling behind me.
"EDWARD CULLEN!"
I shake my head and ignore her, slamming the door as I reach my room.
I throw my bag on the floor and jump onto my bed.
Face pressed against the soft pillow.
I'm so sick of it.
So sick of everyone and their expectations, sick of having to deal with people, having to deal with Bella.
I just want out. I want it all to stop.
So I shut my eyes, clench my fists and try to block out everyone and everything.
So that they don't have anything more to do with me.
So that they can't ruin me.
So that they can't break me.
But I know… I'm already broken.
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