I am so sorry that this is super late. I haven't had a down moment in a while. I've done a bit of traveling in Wisconsin and touring places. I also have been spending time with friends and playing lacrosse. I've already started the next chapter, and I'll try to have it in by this week. Happy reading!
"What was that?" I wondered aloud, glancing around at my three friends.
"Edward, calm down!" I heard a familiar voice shout.
Entering the living room in the blink of an eye, I saw Edward and Alice standing a few feet in front of us.
"What is she doing here?!" Edward growled, glaring at his siblings. I took a "random" hint and decided he meant me.
What's his problem? I thought to myself.
"She's here to do a science project with us," Jasper returned, his tone somewhat deadly as well. "We invited her here."
"Are you entirely sure that's a good idea?!" Edward snapped, angrily.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I inquired, rage evident in my voice.
Edward's piercing glare moved over to me, his eyes like broiling toffee as he muttered, "I've heard a lot of things about you at school. A lot of bad things."
I scoffed, before responding, "Let me guess, it was something from my 'beloved' sister, Bella? I'm honestly not surprised, seeing as how she did this before. What did she say about me? Was I pregnant? Did I get sent to rehab for a drug overdose? Did I screw my teacher? Did I rob a bank?"
"Among other things," Edward snarled, with a mean grin. "There was also some mention of jail time and a few abortions."
"Edward!" Alice scolded, horrified, and then she looked at me, saying, "Ivy, I'm sorry. Edward is too."
"No, he's not," I remarked, standing and my eyes watching Edward heatedly. "I don't care if he is or not. I don't really care enough about him to care about what he thinks of me. What I want to know is why he is so stupid to believe what my sister has told him when it's obvious she hates me?"
"You little whore!" Edward shouted, enraged by "stupid" no doubt, as he advanced towards me with a raised hand and an irate expression.
Before my mind could even begin to prepare my body to defend myself, Jasper bounded out of his chair, blocking Edward's rampaging path towards me. The moment Edward hit Jasper, a giant "crack", like the sound of two giant boulders clashing into each other, reverberated around the room.
Eyes wide in shock and my body stunned still, I watched as Edward, reaching over Jasper arms, scratched my arm, his nails ripping my flesh.
"Ow!" I cried out, grasping my arm and jumping back.
"Ivy!" Rose called out to me, leaping up.
"Edward!" Alice shrieked, her hands covering her face.
Jasper glanced back at me with concerned eyes that shifted from his warm buttercup eyes into protective, almost dangerous black eyes. He then turned his fierce, dark eyes back to Edward, and sent him flying across the living room, through the glass doors.
"Esme's not going to be happy about that," Emmett remarked, still lying on the couch as his eyes stared at the now broken glass doors.
I gazed down at my painful, bleeding scrapes, groaning in anguish, "Dang, he's got sharp nails. Hey, do you have any bandages?"
My eyes moving up and flickering around to the different faces around me, I found Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rose gazing intently with confused expressions upon my bleeding arm.
"What?" I wondered aloud, bewildered myself by how the four were reacting. "What's wrong?"
"Can any of you smell it?" Jasper asked his siblings, ignoring my question.
"No," Rose answered, as Emmett just shook his head.
"No," Alice said also.
"I can't either," remarked Jasper, his eyes widening.
My eyes furrowed even closer together as I inquired, "Smell what?"
Everyone's eyes stayed glued to me and my arm as through the front door, Edward, Esme and a young, tall, fair-haired and fair-skinned man all walked in.
"What's going on?" the new man asked, sternly looking around at the people in the room.
"Ivy, meet Carlisle, our father," Jasper introduced, his eyes moving up to mine, showing a sense of awe in his now warm toffee colored eyes. "Carlisle, this is Ivy Swan, one of the chief's daughters."
"Your arm," Carlisle exclaimed in concern, rushing swiftly over to me. To Alice, he ordered, "Grab my medical kit."
Alice just nodded, rushing out of the room and returning with a white box with a red plus sign. Carlisle grabbed it, retrieving some bandages and handing them to the closest person, Jasper, saying, "Wrap this around her arm."
Jasper, blinking out of his stunned gaze, nodded mutely, and started wrapping the bandage around my arm.
The moment his fingertips touched my arm, I felt both a spark go off in my body that made me feel lightheaded, and an enormous amount of confusion and shock trying to cloud my lightheaded mind.
"Your hand…it is ice cold," I remarked, staring into his eyes. The golden eyes, who appeared just affected by my touch as I was his, shifted into a guarded manner, his body becoming rigid in the same way. He still held my arm gently, but just with a featherlike brushing.
My eyes glanced about the room, at the different levels of shock, bewilderment, and curiosity in everyone's practically identical eyes.
"Someone better start giving me answers," I ordered, fiercely. "And it better be now."
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