The only thing heard is the complete static that seems to ring annoyingly inside my ear. I face the window the entire ride home, and Edward, who has also been mute, doesn't seem to want to persuade me otherwise. There are so many questions that I want to ask him, but, I don't know how to formulate my interview.
I must admit, I truly did enjoy his company, even it was a little odd. When I dated Evan he never wanted to take me out to nice dinners, or out anywhere really, we'd always stay inside watch movies and eat popcorn. A part of me believes that he never truly liked me, but, liked the idea of having someone around all the time. Evan was also decently attractive, I mean sure I didn't mind kissing him from time to time, but he wasn't anything spectacular.
Then there's Edward, oh by the mere thought of his name my mouth becomes all dry and prickly, desiring for him to make it whole with his succulent mouth. I have to bite my tongue again to shake me out of my very naughty thoughts. I can see the turn in the fork and I know that we are getting closer to Jacob's house. My heart flutters and a weird sadness overwhelms me, I don't want to leave him, and I have an odd feeling he doesn't want to let me go quite yet either.
Without thinking I press the play button on his music and the classical music begins to play again. I suspect that he will say something witty but he keeps silent. Both gaze and focus completely on the road ahead with his jaw clenched. I want to say that I am sorry, for whatever I have done to upset him. My heart beats faster again. The more I take quick peaks at him the more I see his face tense up like a rotten fruit. I run my hand through my hair as I place my head against my car's window.
We drive completely in silence until we get to Jacob's house. Edward tightens his grip on the steering wheel as he uses his other hand to turn off the car. I bite my lower lip and to my surprise it comes down so hard, I guess with more force than I thought, and I start to bleed all around my mouth. I become so embarrassed as I place my hand to my mouth, the small amount of blood trickles through my fingers. I turn to stare at him and his eyes, with a very odd color, are focused directly on my mouth.
I know he finds me repulsive. I probably look nasty with the crimson liquid pouring from my mouth.
"You need to leave now," his voice is stern devoid of any type of emotion.
I look at him and I can tell he sees the sadness inside my eyes. I don't say anything, I'm to hurt, there are so many mixed emotions with this guy. It's way too much to bear. I'm so tired of playing a guessing game with him. Let's see what feeling Edward will be using today. It's getting old and quite frankly frustrating.
I slam his car door shut as I walk to Jacob's door. I turn around one last time and burn my gaze into his car. He's got his eyes closed and his head against the steering wheel. I shake my head in confusion as I turn around to open the door.
Jacob must still be at the movies because all the lights are off at the house. I kick off my sandals and put my hair up into a messy bun. I rush towards the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. The blood has crusted over, only leaving a dark crimson stain in its memory. I dab a piece of tissue with water and wipe it away gently. I throw the tissue angrily inside the garbage can towards the toilet. I am so frustrated so many emotions build through me. I thrust my hands against the silk, the water still running, as I lean my head in almost about to scream or cry… either way I'm pissed off. "Was our outing really that horrific that you have to subdue yourself to wailing in the bathroom?" I turn to face him with eyes ablaze. I point towards the door.
"You need to leave now," He gives me a sympathetic look and I cross my arms looking in the other direction.
I will not look at you Edward, and then you can't cast your sexy spell over me.
"I simply came in to apologize, I didn't mean to be so forward and it was quite rude of me. Know that I wasn't myself." His jaw clenches again as I take a peek at him. His eyes are different now, a lot softer a warm sensation gliding through them like honey.
"You're so…"I trail off shaking my head. He looks at me waiting for me to say something. I know he will be silent and let me hash out all my issues with him. A part of me feels bad. Then again a part of me wants to smack him in the face. "Impossible," I say as I rush past him arms still crossed. He smirks as he follows behind me.
"You asked me before we left if I wanted you to get to know me."
"I was being courteous." I snort as I run into my room trying to find something to sleep in. In case he comes back in the middle of the night I should wear a granny sweater and flooding pants.
Wait, who am I kidding I should probably wearing something way sexier. The displeasure of him wanting me and not having me would probably make me feel better.
"I do want you to know me. It's just complicated." He leans against my door frame with arms crossed. I stand up and a strand of my dark hair falls along my face. He swallows gently and I notice his adam's apple ascend in his throat.
"Edward, I'm tired of complicated. Every sense I met you all I've gotten is complicated." I say throwing my hands out into the air in defense. "I mean, I don't get you." I laugh almost like a sigh. "You're so different from anyone that I've ever met."
"You wouldn't begin to imagine how different," he mumbles under his breath.
"See," I point my bony finger at him. "This is what I mean, you cut me out. So many secrets. How can I begin to know you, and you know me, if you hide everything from me?"
"I could ask you the same thing," He growls. I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. My voice breaks,
"Edward, what are you talking about?" His stare digs into me again.
"I'm still trying to figure out if you really aren't aware about my questioning or if you're just a really good liar. Your pulse seems to contradict the second thought." My mouth shifts into a complete O as I am flabbergast and confused.
"Do you always speak like a complete psycho path?" He chuckles as he lowers his head and lifts it back up toward me.
"Maybe I am one," I back away slowly towards my window. He sees me tense and deflects, "don't worry I'm not going to hurt you."
"You better not, I know karate," I lie. He chuckles more.
"I will stay and make you some tea for your," he nods towards my lip. Before I can protest he is gone inside Jacob's kitchen rumbling around. A part of me doesn't have the strength or heart to tell him to leave.
I simply go into the bathroom and shower. The warm water feels nice against my cold skin. I get out the shower and dry my long hair with a towel, I don't have the will power to blow dry it. I take my light pink pajama top which is basically a cami, and my black yoga pants and put them on. I turn off the light as I come out of the shower. Edward isn't in the kitchen anymore and I walk towards my bedroom. The smell of his tea gives his hideout away. He's inside my room sitting on the edge of my bed starring at me. My heart drops.
Calm yourself—I repeat.
Of all the places why my bed, why couldn't he have sat on the floor? Or on the chair… why in the freaking hell my bed! "The tea is on the night stand," he tilts his head towards it. The steam from the tea pours through the air. My hair drips rain drops as I walk past him and take the tea. I sit down on my bed as I sip some of it.
"It's good," I cannot lie, it makes everything feel better and my insides warm up. He smiles softly,
"It's a family secret."
"Tell me a little about your family," I ask as I take another long deeper sip.
I place the cup from my lips and let the warm drink soothe my hands. I raise an eyebrow, "Or is that off limits too?" Edward sighs,
"I have a very close, rather large family." I nod.
"I've meet Alice, she seems rather nice."
"Yes, she is quite easy to get along with." I lean down looking at the warm mug inside my hands.
"Did she like me?" I don't know why I ask him. Maybe it's the insecurities kicking in. I'm new to this town and a part of me hoped my first impression wasn't too embarrassing.
"She just needs to get to know you," I don't look up at him and for some reason he places his hand on my knee. I look up at him and his lips form into a crooked smile.
"Are you going to put in a good word for me?" He shrugs,
"That depends, if you don't use those karate skills you apparently have waiting for me." I drink the last of the tea and set down the cup on my nightstand. I then lay on my side using my hand to prop my head up. My hair spills around my body like a midnight curtain.
"I guess I can save you the pain. Besides you're actually being normal right now. I kind of like this good guy version of you." Edward smirks as he mimics my laying position. His face is rather close to mine, I can smell his earthy scene, almost taste his lips.
"What if I'm not the hero, what if I'm the bad guy?"
My heart thumps rather energetically against my chest. Curse his effect that he has on me. Curse that perfectly styled hair and mouth-watering smile.
As I stare at him, and as he awaits my response, I truly think about his statement. There is something distinctly different about him but a sense of evil? I didn't find him to be bad.
"Now, I wouldn't use such words to describe you. Even though your mean attitude towards me at the beginning was rather bad." He sighs softly,
"I already apologized for that, remember?" I twirl my fingers around my hair unknowingly.
"Yeah," We are silent for a moment both starring into each other's eyes. "Why were you so freaked out about me biting my lip? Do you like hate blood or something?" He swallows,
"I wouldn't say I hate it."
"Okay…" I want more information so I question more. "I have another question."
"There are always questions," he smiles softly.
"Why are you always so cold?"
"Why are you always so warm?"
"You can't answer a question with a question?" He smirks now,
"why not?"
"Ugh," I roll on my back starring up at my bedroom ceiling, "never mind." I can feel him stifle against me. He moves onto his back as well.
"These dreams that you have," he says as if he's continuing a conversation we had only minutes ago. "Do you ever feel like you're meeting someone? Seeing someone for a specific reason?" I sigh rather loudly. It's unnecessary but I hate when he asks me questions and expects me to answer him when he won't answer me.
"I do find someone. He's always at the end of my dream." Edward is silent. I know he wants me to continue. "He's always waiting for me."
"Is that all that occurs?"
"Yes," I lie. Of course I'm going to completely disregard the part where I hard-core make out with the person for the rest of my dream. I feel bad for lying to him but it really isn't any of his business. He should be glad I told him what I did. "Now, it's my turn." I roll over on my side and stare down at him. He lifts slightly up and he's close to me, I take this action as one of an invitation to something else… something more romantic. His eyes glide towards my lips,
"What makes you the person to declare the rules?" He pulls away with a smile and I know he knows he's teasing me. He finds it amusing he enjoys it!
"So you can ask me something but I can't ask you! Not fair, now you really seem to act like a bad guy." He looks hurt at my statement but I don't care. He is being rather rude.
Before either of us can say another word the front door opens and I shoot my glance towards my open bedroom door.
"Leah, I'm home," It's Jacob I turn to look at Edward but to my surprise he's gone, vanished into thin air. I stare in amazement as Jacob walks into my room.
Before I can even formulate another thought Jacob walks into my room with a smile on his lips. I look around my bedroom frazzled, I had only turned my head for a second there is no way he could've left. I push my hair out of my face and my mouth hangs open rather annoyingly.
"Hey Leh, how was your date?" He props against the door frame of my room
. I turn my head to him but the words will not disperse from my mouth. I'm still stunned by what happened. "Leah, are you still on earth?" I shake my head and scratch the side of my head.
"Yeah, sorry, it was nice. Then again, I could ask you the same thing." I sit up and walk over towards the kitchen taking the mug with me. I throw the mug into the kitchen sink promising to wash it later.
"It was okay." He says. I turn around to face him leaning my back against the counter.
"Just okay?"
"Yeah," Jacob sighs, "It's Bella." I seem interested even though honestly, I could care less about Bella. But Jacob seems hurt and I hate seeing my cousin like that.
"What happened with Bella?"
"She just seemed really upset about something,"
"Oh," I say walking towards my bedroom again Jacob follows suit. "Did you ask her what was wrong?" Jacob nods. I sit on my bed and stare up at him, "well, what did she say?" Jacob runs his hands along his crisp hair.
"She said that Edward has been acting weird lately. I could've told her that he's always been a freak." I stay completely still and say nothing. "She doesn't know what's gotten over him. She said it all began after her birthday." My mouth hangs open. He notices and chuckles,
"You sure you're okay?"
"Fine," I cut in giving a very big overdramatic smile, "see, well I mean Edward seems to really like her so she should be fine right?"
"It's not that simple with the guy Leh,"
"Why?" Jacob shakes his head and clears his throat.
"What I meant was that relationships are always difficult. I just wish she would give me a chance." I nod my head accepting his answer.
"I guess you're right." I lay my head down on my pillow as I stare up at my ceiling again.
"Well, I'm guessing you're tired from your lovey dovey date."
"Good-night Jake," I tease he smiles. Before he leaves he turns back inside my room wrinkling his nose.
"It smells weird in here," he says with a disgusted look on his face. I raise my head and peer at him.
"What do you mean?" Jacob comes closer into my room and takes in a large amount of air into his lungs. He places his hands on his hips.
"Did you have anyone in here?" I shake my head trying to not speak because I fear the tingle in my voice will give me away.
"No, why?" I try to sound as sincere as I could. Jacob doesn't say anything. He turns around and walks back towards my door.
"No reason, alright goodnight Leah." As he leaves I fall back in my bed happy I got away with my first lie.
I am running, the wind whipping against my face, the summer air making my body perspire with a glistening due. The animals around me beckon to me they howl into the night's air and I listen, understand, everything that they say.
I get to the clearing where he's supposed to be but he's no longer there. There is someone in his place. There is a body laying spewed on the ground a blanket of dark blood around them. I look in horror as I walk closer. I do not know the person they are unfamiliar. I scream as I see their limbs torn apart and their mouth open as if their last words are a scream. I run shaking my head back towards the river. I need to get away. I need to get that picture out of my head. I run towards the river and throw myself at its feet. As I crawl towards the river I look down in utter horror.
The girl staring back at me has blood all around her and it's not my blood.
I truly hope you all enjoy! The story is going to start getting juicy I swear! I know this is awful to end it here but I promise, keep reading for more! I hope you all enjoy and please comment!