Twilight is not mine.

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Chapter 47

The household is still.

I can hear the dripping of a faucet, the humming of the refrigerator, the ticking of the big clock in the living room.

All is quiet.

I try to move again. And this time I succeed with out screaming or crying in pain. I move my arms and legs trying to stand, I feel the pain in my back and chest where he kicked me. I must have broken ribs or maybe just cracked. My eye is still swollen, but I can open it a little. I'm not as dizzy as I was before. I'm still trying to figure out how she could know what I was thinking.

Or was I really speaking to her?

How could she hear me since I couldn't hear my own voice?

Was she reading my lips?

All these questions where running through my mind as I prepared myself to leave. I walked slowly limping to the in suite bathroom. Leaving the lights out, I relived myself after a very long wait that it almost felt painful.

The cold tiles against my feet made my body awaken more, I limped back to the bed, but first I took the clothes from the dresser near the door. The dark jeans felt cool against my skin, the black socks where comfortable, and warmed my feet.

I dusted my boots with a small rag beside the bed and leaned carefully to put them on. When I was done tying them up, I looked around for the black sweater that Marie had broad me. Not finding it on the bed or on the bedside table I carefully stood, knowing that it would be cold outside so I had to find it, and be ready.

I was still undecided as to ask her to leave with me or just make a run for it. She was confusing and a little frightening, her smiles gave me chills but at the same time they where warm and caring, I felt her love coming from her, the felling of belonging when she touched me.

I wanted her but at the same time I was afraid.

Was this love?

How could I really know?

The moment I saw her I knew that she was the one. My father had said that my song would bring her to me, I hadn't played for her yet, she hadn't heard me yet.

I was drawing at straws when I felt a sudden chill and the movement caught me by surprise. She had been in here with me, all this time. Was I so unobservant that I hadn't noticed she'd been sitting on the large chair in the corner?

Her legs where incased in a pair of jeans, her feet where in a pair of black boots.

As she stepped to the light coming from the full moon I could make out the long back hooded coat that she wore, in her hands was the black sweater that I had been searching for.

Handing it to me, she pulled down the hood of her coat and smiled at me.

–"We should go, before she hears us."- she smiled again, making me feel a little uneasy.

-"Yeah, we should… But how?… Where?"- Surprised that my voice was back I pulled on the sweater. She moved to the small closet near the chair she had just vacated and opened carefully the sliding doors, bringing out a long men's coat similar to the one she wore.

I pulled it on, it had a distinct odder, I could make out the incense and callalillies or maybe marigolds.

She drew the hood up covering my head and stood on her toes to kiss my check.

–"Perfect."- She breathed.

She walked to my duffel bag and slung it across her shoulders, as she turned I could see that she was also carrying a small red messenger bag, the red strip crossing her chest, it made her look so intimidating.

She opened the window and climbed outside, the grown bellow was too close that I could easily see her.

I stepped near the ledge of the window and looked back around the room trying to see if I had left anything.

-"Come on, she'll hear if where not quick."- She whispered.

I willed my achy body to move faster and climbed out the window; she took my hand and led me to the front of the property.

The adrenaline was making my blood pump faster that I could barely feel pain. I felt strong and determined, I wanted to protect her, she was mine, and she had made sure of that when she decided to leave with me.

-"Yes"- she breathed quietly.

Smiling up at me as we made it to the front steps of the house, we stopped to listen for Vivian or Ivan, but there wasn't any movement or noises.

Taking the lead now and walking to the front gate to punch in a code, she stood still for a few seconds looking up at the top windows, I wasn't sure if she'd seen anyone looking at us, or if she was just saying goodbye to her home.

The beeping of the alarm deactivating was too loud in the quiet night. I cringed at the thought of anyone hearing it.

The door was unlocked and we walked out. She put her arm around my waist and we slowly walked down the road that had taken me right to her, just a few days ago...

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