AN 1. Ladies and Gentlemen, I do not own Twilight. I am having fun with making Bella kick ass.
AN 2. Expect no instant gratification from me. Just be patient. It is being woven into a thick and juicy plot.
That night, I stepped like a rock. I never realized I was so tired but that is what you get for 3 weeks of 5 hours of sleep every night. The next morning Emmett came jumping in on my bed and I went up inches to the ceiling. I could hear everyone running up the stairs,
"EMMETT, YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!"
He did grab me before I could hurt myself but this time I was spared the profanity lecture from Esme." However, Emmett was in trouble with his own wife. It seems funny, my uncle is in trouble but he deserves it.
Rosalie decks him in the back of the head "Grow up. Bella, I married an overgrown kid."
Emmett did not look ashamed "Rosie, it's only 5:30. She's been sleeping for too long."
Not bad, I went to bed at 10 so I have gotten seven hours of sleep. I rolled out of bed and redid my bun and that was when Emmett pointed something else out and it is because he is a guy and therefore can not understand.
"Bella wouldn't it be easier to cut your hair short."
The bun is how I stick out from the men. How to tell him this.
"Emmett, you are a guy. What would happen if you told Rosalie to cut her hair short for convenience?"
Now I have him in a tight spot because something tells me if Emmett told Rosalie to chop her hair off, he would be ashes.
Rosalie answered for him in the most sinister voice she could but it also sounded sickly sweet at the time "I would set him on fire."
Emmett sometime needs to know when to keep his mouth shut because it is what gets him in trouble.
I went to pull out one of my meals ready to eat a.k.a. meals rejected by the enemy. It was a burrito. Emmett is not too bright and decided to try some. I broke off a little piece and handed it to him.
He swollen it and went off into the bathroom to hurl. Yes, they are bad and you are a moron if you try them for the hell of it. I can see it now, they are being polite about it but still attempting to walk over me like the shower, forcing me to come over by manipulating my commanding officer... I can bite back but it will polite and subtle.
I grabbed my bag and was out the door with Rose and Emmett in his Jeep.
"So Bella, how big is this box?"
Poor Rosalie, it's big.
"Let's just say this box ways 50 pounds. I know some of the contents like old journals and pictures. Dad and I helped to see it up when she passed away."
Grandma's idea of a journal was as thick as a "War and Peace" novel and that is huge. There is about sixty of them which takes up the most. These journals start from when she went missing until her last entry, the day she died.
We were at the gate and when I handed over my identification and Rosalie and Emmett did theirs. The trip from the Cullen residence to the base took only twenty five minutes.
We went over to the building where I was parked and I saw the worst site. My yellow camaro that looks like Bumblebee from Transformers has a tree laying diagonally on it.
"Damn it, and it's new too."
Quite true, there is only 3,000 miles on it. Rosalie looked saddened by that sight when I saw one of the MPs near by.
"Sargeant, how long before the tree can be removed?"
Oh rank hath its privilege because I can pull a string or two more than a non commissioned officer or a warrant officer.
"Ma'am, as soon as the medical units were deployed several trees came down over the base. We are still clearing them out and most of them were around the hospital."
"Thank you Sergeant."
I grabbed my keys and bag and headed up to the third floor where I live and Rosalie had something to say.
"So Bella, what's the car going to be? I can give some good recommendations but I know this model year of the camaro is supposed to be a good one."
Rosalie is a car buff but I think it is best to utilize her knowledge if she would not mind.
"Not sure but can we go over this later like once I am done with the insurance paperwork?"
"Sure thing Bella."
When I walked into my appartment, it looked like time stood still. Nothing was touched but it all was super clean. Since being in the army and a germ a phobe as well as a nurse, I am a neurotic clean freak.
"Have a seat, I will be right out."
I went to my room to grab a double supply of scrubs, bras, underwear, t-shirts, socks, and new toiletries that I have left in my bathroom since I used up a good portion. I also grabbed my new scrub hat. I also grabbed some dry shampoo too to absorb the crap in my hair when I can not wash.
When I walked back out, Rosalie and Emmett were looking at the pictures on my wall which were just of my graduation from Boston University, graduating Columbia, and my commissioning ceremony. Those were the three best days of my life.
"Emmett, the box in my crawl space. Do not worry, you will be able to fit. It's just the box is just that heavy."
True because when I moved it, I had to move it in small movements. Let the big, strong, macho vampire help Rosalie out.
Emmett came in the room with a giant purple, velvety box that had elaborate embroidery on top. Rosalie seemed to recognize the box.
"My wedding dress came in that."
Rosalie opened the lid and she saw everything of Grandma's life in that box. Things like this are worth more money than what comes out of a bank account.
"Rose, let's head back. We can look at it at home."
It would not look funny if Emmett carried it out because where he is such a big guy, no one would think anything of it.
When we got back to the Cullen home, there was a vehicle that I did not recognize. It looks like an Aston Martin.
"Bella, stay here. I think it is copper head and his whore. I think it is him."
I squinted and I saw Edward's hair. Just get me close enough with a blowtorch and I will do all of the women of the world a big favor. I may be pissed off with the Cullen but there are worse things in the world like a psycho named Edward.