I kept reading until my eyes closed, complacent and somewhat weary, I fell asleep. I didn't dream, but then again I was probably asleep for only ten minutes. I jerked awake, almost falling out of my tree. An instinct as strong as daylight made me look down and all around me, to make sure I was safe. With no one in sight I relaxed and took a deep breath. A few minutes passed with no sound but the wind, when a feeling of unease crept into my mind. I heard moving around coming from the house, which meant someone was awake. Very slowly as to make no noise, I climbed down. I wondered if it was Momma or Phil coming to. I hoped it wasn't Phil, he could be scary when Momma was asleep. I went inside, hoping to hide my book before anyone would notice. I heard noises coming from the bathroom, so I scampered quickly into my room and hid my treasured book underneath the floorboard once again. I was just about to make my way back out of the house when I heard Phil screaming from the kitchen.
"Isabella, get in here and cook me somethin' to eat…NOW!" he screamed.
I was scared but I didn't let it show as I made my way to the kitchen. I looked at Phil, and he was worse off than I'd seen him in a long time. I stood there, rooted to the kitchen floor, it was like I was incapable of moving. A feeling of dread washed over me, unlike any feeling I had ever experienced.
"Don't jus' stand there you dumb little bitch, start cookin'," he said raising his voice, while turning an ugly shade of red.
I leapt into action, shaken out of my stupor. I went for the bread and peanut butter, there really wasn't much else in the house. I picked up the knife I had used earlier and started to spread the peanut butter onto the bread.
"Well, well, little girl…looksss like your becomin' a woman," he whispered in my ear, as came to stand behind me.
My hands started to shake as he started rubbing up against the back of me. Everything inside of me went quiet, and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart. Phil was saying things in my ear, but I couldn't make them out. My face went numb, and the blood in my veins turned to ice. Do something, my mind raged at me! My vision started to turn black. I barely felt my pants being yanked down. Suddenly my senses came alive when I registered the vicious pain of his teeth tearing into the flesh of my neck. I looked down at the knife in my shaking hand when I felt that familiar bending sensation in the pit of my stomach. I didn't think anymore. My body whipped around, making him lose his balance. I looked straight into his eyes as I stabbed him repeatedly in the neck. There was a flash of surprise and finally horror in his eyes as he fell to his knees. I stood there transfixed, inwardly rejoicing and recoiling all at once. Finally his body went limp and fell to the floor. Phil lay there on his back staring at the ceiling. I could faintly make out a gurgling sound as I watched him choke to death on his own blood.
Anywhere but here, New York
The room stunk of cigar smoke and cheap perfume. The music was too loud, causing Edward's headache to pound with the beat of the base. Edward scanned the room until he found his target, Riley, an overweight bald man with a pension for stealing. Supposedly he had been stealing from his father for years. Edward didn't care anymore, who was doing what, or who was doing who. This was just another job, they were all the same. Moving stealthily across the room, he watched as Riley took another sip of his wine, spilling most of the contents down his already stained shirt. As Edward approached, he saw the man smack the stripper he was talking to in the face.
"Get the fuck outta here!" Riley bellowed to the young stripper crying on the floor.
"Dumb bitches never learn," his companion laughed.
Edward helped the young girl to her feet and handed her a hundred dollar bill, which she accepted before walking away. Riley gave Edward a once over, fear instantly showing on his face.
"What do you want?," Riley asked, panicked by the presence of the killer standing before him. Edward Cullen was a well-known assasin in the underground crime scene, his father Carlise Cullen, was one of the biggest crime boss's in the country.
"Let's take a walk," Edward said coldly, thinking to get this over with as quickly as possible.
When Edward saw that the coward wasn't going to budge, surely out of fear, he sighed inwardly. He was so weary of this existence that he just didn't give a shit anymore. Removing his gun from his hidden holster so quickly it was impossible for Riley to react in time, he shot him point blank in the head.
Five minutes later, as Edward was driving away from the crime scene, he could still hear the screaming of hysteria ringing in his ears.