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And it's revenge time!
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Shira
Chapter 11 –
"What happened to her?" Edward asked as soon as he could spoke again. "To your… mother?" the word was so gentle in his velvet voice, in his pink lips rolling in his tongue.
But I knew better.
I knew that this word ment for him myself, the one he left, the one he doesn't care nor wanted to hear her begging him to come back.
She was nothing to him.
But why is he asking about me? A little voice in my head asked. The voice sounded panicked.
Because he doesn't want to live with the guilt. I said to myself – or he's just trying to be polite. Who knows?
I stood up and brought two glasses out of the cupboard. That's -" I filled them both with water from the sink. "- a story for another time." I put both of the glasses in front of him. "Drink it up." I ordered, getting one of the glasses in my hand.
"No, thank you." Edward gave me his crooked smile.
"Oh, com'n." I put my hand lithely on one of his shoulders - on the fabric of his cashmere sweater - and patted it twice before dropping it. "You can't get yourself drained." He smiled – and so did I. it was a great privet joke... for both of us.
"What do you wanna do now?" I asked him, turning around so he could dispose the liquid somewhere – he spilled it into one of the little flowerpots in the kitchen. I put my glass in the sink, not bothering even to pretend to drink from it.
"Watch a movie, maybe?" he suggested, uncertain.
"Wow!" I said sarcastically. "Me, watching a movie with Edward Cullen. Vikki will swoon." I rolled my eyes as I stalked toward the little TV that was in this room before I was even born, and turn it on.
I didn't want to get rid out of all Charlie's things, so I just let them be. Except from the pictures that I took off – I took off all of them - and my room, everything was the same.
"I'm glad that it's not me who has to tell her that." Edward laughed a little as he sat on the sofa – letting me decide whether to sit next to him or on the couch.
"Me too." I half-smiled as I flipped through the movies I had, searching for something specific – I didn't knew what it was, but I was sure as hell that at the second I'll lay my eyes on it – I will know that that was it.
"What is that means?" Edward sounded confused. "You're not going to tell your frien – "
"No I'm not!" I sounded – even to myself – horrified by that idea. "What on earth made you even think that I'm going to tell this nosey little rat anything? Not like there is anything to tell at – " I saw the title 'Romeo and Juliet' and stopped mid-sentence, just staring at it for about half a second.
It was our last movie together.
That was all I could remember.
So… that means…
More suffering for the 'Lion'.
Muhahaha!
"Got the movie. It's OK if we'll see a classic one, right?" I asked as I popped the CD in the DVD – well, I said I left the house the same pretty much, but I didn't say that I haven't a DVD or an air-condition. Right?
Right…
So, I turned to see Edward staring at me. No, not staring – examining me. Probably seeking for tracks of my own human body. Well – he will find brown-eyes and the same body-texture (though not the same height). My mouth-shape was the same, as well as my nose. My foot size…
Wait a second!
Why am I "helping" him?! Why am o searching for…
What's wrong with me?!
Focus, Bella!
I mean… focus, Lizzy!
When I caught him examining me, he looked away, checking the walls.
"Why don't you have any photos on the walls?" he asked as I took the remote and sat beside him without even thinking.
I shrugged. "Everyone I care about is already craved in my memory and my heart. I have the same – no, a better – memory than my mother's – though she could've remember everything. Even if it was the tiniest thing – like buy a bunny-pin that I liked." As I really did to Mor, a girl I taught 10 years ago. "Or to play me my favorite song when I was down." Jimmy, 6 years ago, literature class. I played it and then we talked about its meaning – the kid smiled like a maniac after being gloomy for a whole week.
I sighed.
"She sounds great." Edward said as I clicked the 'play' button. "Your mom."
I stopped the movie right then, considering it. I just spoke from my heart, recalling things I had really done in the last 30 years.
"Maybe it proves that she does have a soul." I whispered and clicked the 'play' button again quickly.
Burn!
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