I'm back! And nobody murdered me while I was sleeping last night, so I'm guessing you didn't hate the last chapter. I'm thinking about working on another fandom, too, but I'm not sure which one...ugh. Janet Evanovich? Teen Titans? House of Night? ANYWAYS...
3/14/13
Disclaimer: I don't know Bella. I don't know Edward(I wish). I don't own either one of them. I don't mean to cause harm, headaches, seizures, or any other form of a conniption. If either of the people this story is about would like to discuss future works, you know how to get in touch with me. Also, please don't sue me…I don't do well in jail and I have no money. Neither does Roger.
"Is there any way we can keep this from him?" I asked. I wasn't too keen on telling Edward about Damien's recent actions, and the fact that he knew where I was, and was watching my every move. He would definitely overreact, and probably try to lock me in a closet.
"No. Even if we didn't tell him, eventually either Rose or I would think about it, and he would know. And then he would be even more mad than if we told him right away." Alice explained.
We pulled into the Cullens' driveway, and I hesitated in the car. I was stalling, I knew I was, but I wanted to delay the explosion for as long as possible. The boys came out of the house, undoubtedly to help us with the few bags we had, and Alice and Rosalie both got out of the car.
I hurried after them, not wanting one of them to attempt to explain the situation to Edward. It would be better if I did it myself.
In my scramble, the toe of my shoe got caught, and I pitched forward, landing in Edward's arms. He shifted me so he was holding me bridal style, and I wound my arms around his neck. "Haven't we done this before?" he joked, clearly amused.
It was true that it had happened before-once, before Edward and I had made our feelings about each other clear. And under almost all of the same circumstances. Except for one.
"Edward, I..." I looked at the ground. I didn't know how to explain to him what had happened, even though I had thought about it the whole ride home.
His expression became soft, all of the humor melting from his eyes. "What is it, Bella?"
I began to speak quickly and quietly, hoping it would help Edward stay calm. I omitted only the details that would have triggered an even worse reaction. "Damien was at the mall today. Alice had a vision, so we were leaving, but he was waiting for us outside. We handled it, and left. He said he was coming. Soon."
His eyes were dark, but I knew he wasn't thirsty-he had hunted just last night. I could feel the tension in the air. "He was probably only bluffing." I said hurriedly, trying desperately to diffuse the situation.
His eyes looked distant, like he was daydreaming. Then I realized-he was reading Alice and Rosalie's minds. My account of the story would undoubtedly have caused them to think about what had really happened.
It wasn't Edward who exploded. He simply set my feet gently on the ground, and said, "Get in the house." quietly, but forcefully. Then I began to argue. The person whom I least expected was the one to insist.
"Bella!" Emmett yelled. "Can't you see that we're trying to help you? We're only trying to keep you away from that man! I'm just as scared for you as you are, Bella!"
His outburst startled me. I stood there for a second, then began to walk towards the house, zombie-like. I entered the house as quietly as possible, and went up to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I never locked-or even closed- the door, but I needed to think alone.
I hadn't meant to cause drama, although my life was like a never-ending soap opera. Maybe if I stayed silent and out of the way, everyone would benefit. I wouldn't be the cause of disruption, and I wouldn't be in anyone else's path. And maybe Damien would forget about me if I stayed low for a while.
In one of my old schools, I had gone through a short gothic phase, where I had barely ever spoken. I had worn black, and straightened my hair to perfection, putting on heavy makeup. At the time, that was what I had thought a goth would be like, although now I knew that wasn't true at all.
Maybe, for a little while, I could stay under the radar and out of sight. I could only hope Damien would become bored with his games and our little back-and-forth dance.
But then, I hadn't known what Damien had in store for me.
Small cliffie-ish thing. Like the dramatic irony? Hehe ;) Leave a review cookie on the table!