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xoxoxo8123- I'm so glad you're loving these last two bonding chapter because I am having a fun time writing them! I do feel like I have to apologize before you read this net chapter because...well I let you read it. Thank you so much for taking the time to sit down and write such a nice review for my story, it really REALLY makes me happy and I always smile for the remainder of the day! Funny story after I posted that chapter, I got a call that my power was back on! so THANKS THE UNIVERSE! I guess it was a way of telling me I need to write more lol.
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You Wont Feel A Thing
The sun wakes me up in the morning. The warmth feels so good on my cheeks that I don't want to get up. The sun is rare here and with it now being closer to winter, the rain is an everyday existence. All in all, I should get up, I should start moving, start my day, get dressed, eat breakfast, and keep my mind busy, but instead, I lay in bed, lay in bed, and think. I lay in a bed more comfortable than my own back home, even more than my mother's too, and she shelled out a lot for her mattress. It's Saturday so because theirs no school, Carlisle has made it a rule to both Edward and Alice, that they're to leave me alone until I come out of my room. Even Esme follows suits, therefor if I wanted I could lay in bed until noon and wallow. Instead, I let myself lay in bed for another twenty minutes feeling sorry for myself before I get up, and head into the closet. I pick a pair of jeans not caring to look at the brand today and a white tank top. It may be sunny but looks can be deceiving and I know it's cold, so I grab a hunter green jacket, Alice has hanging in the "casual cold" section of the closet and head to the bathroom. I spend a long time staring at myself in the mirror.
It seems amazing to me, how only two and a half weeks ago my skin was marred with bruises. Their long gone now, even the awful yellow has cleaned to perfect colored skin, and the only proof that remains lies in my head. The memories of that night begin to swirl around again, only now their muddled. Every day the memories fade and shift, becoming less clear and more distant. How can that happen? The hurt and anger are so visable on my face I have to turn away from the mirror. I dress quickly, not bothering to look at the rest of my body. I throw my pajamas in the hamper and head back to my room, heading for the desk where I dropped off my backpack and begin to riffle through until I find my English notebook. I might as well get this stupid walk over before the sun disappears and I'm forced to do it through the clouds. I take my time opening the door and walking down to the main floor. I can hear feet shuffling and quiet conversations and it sounds like everyone is mulling around both the living room and kitchen, and the minute my foot hits the bottom step, Emmett calls out,
"Mare, did you know it's 10 O'clock?" He sits on the couch, a big goofy smile on his face, Jasper sits next to him a controller clutched in his hands. I think about what to say next when Esme's voice calls out from the kitchen,
"Mare come in here please." I reside to sticking my tongue at him and head into the kitchen. Esme stands behind the kitchen aisle, while Carlisle sits at the head of the dinning table in the corner, a newspaper in hand, Edwards sits next to him, a book opened in front of him, both look up when I enter,
"You slept late today," Carlisle states with a gentle smile on his face,
"I'm sorry," it seems like a silly thing to say to Carlisle, but I can't help it I almost feel like I'm committing a crime, but Carlisle's grin widens,
"Don't be, obviously you needed it."
"Mare," Esme calls my attention, "What can I make you sweetheart?" I bring my notebook up to my chest,
"I'm not hungry," Her brows furrow and she comes from behind the kitchen aisle and approaches me fast, her hands on my cheeks before I can even think about it,
"Are you feeling okay?" I try to back up but she doesn't let go, "We were doing so well, what happened? Have you lost your appetite?" She brings one hand up to my forehead, "You're a little warm, Carlisle-" I gently push her away,
"I'm fine Esme, I promise. I just don't feel like eating right now." She slowly lowers her hands,
"Not even something small?"
"Maybe later." She doesn't look convinced, when Carlisle appears between the both of us,
"How about we put something small out and you can eat it if you want to, and then at lunch, you sit down and have a real meal?"He's trying to compromise with me while easing Esme's worry. He wants to please us both and I want to please them,
"I have homework," I hold the notebook higher,
"Nature walk," Edward adds from the table all without looking up from his book,
"Nature walk?" Emmett's voice shouts from the living room,
"I have to walk around for an hour without technology and then write a paper on it." I clarify as Emmett sticks his head into the kitchen,
"Nature walk?"
"How about I pack you something to take, trail mix, some mixed fruit?" I nod,
"Nature walk?" Emmett asks again, this time I turn towards him,
"What are you, a parrot?"
"I love nature walks, I'll come with you." Emmett smiles wide,
"No thank you." His smile falls,
"Why?"
"Cause you'll talk the whole time and I'm just walking around the house,"
"Mare-" Carlisle calls,as he heads back to table, "I have no problem with you walking around the house, but if you go deeper I think it would be a good idea if Emmett goes with you."
"I'm not going far." It comes out faster than I mean it to,
"Why can't I go with you?" Emmett questions behind me,
"Why do you wanna go?" I turn towards him,
"I'm bored."
"Where's Rose?"
"Shopping with Alice. I have nothing to do."
"Except abandon our game," Jasper mumbles entering the kitchen and heading for the dining room table. He sits next to Edward and peeks at his book, only now Edwards not reading it.
"Look it's my homework, I won't wander far, I'll bring a snack and be back in an hour, I just want to do this alone okay." I stop and take a breath. I've never raised my voice in this house let alone to anyone in this room, not even Edward, and he and I have little spats daily. I put my head down expecting to be yelled at, my mother's face coming into my mind. When she was sober she would have told me to go to my room, when drunk she would have just hit me or pushed me. Neither of that happens instead a cold slim hand comes down and gently lifts my chin,
"Okay," Esme says sweetly, "just be careful out there okay, don't wander far from the house,"
"You're going to let her go," Emmett whines. Esme steps back and holds out a small bag of the trail mix she made yesterday,
"Yes girls need to be alone sometimes, isn't that right Carlisle," Esme calls over her shoulder to the table, where Carlisle sits,
"Of course darling," He smiles and winks at me,
"Be safe and don't go too far okay?" I nod and turn heading for the front door,
"You're no fun." Emmett hisses at me as I pass him, I stick my tongue out again and this time Emmett does the same and it becomes a game of who can make eye contact while sticking their tongue out the longest. We make it all the wayt o the font door before I quickly close the door. I take a deep breath and begin my stupid nature walk. The sun is still out but so are the clouds and when I look up it's clear that soon the sun will be covered. I quicken my pace away from the house all while reminding myself to stay close. I keep my notebook clutched tightly to my body and remind myself to look around and remember details to write later, but even then I still can't stop my mind from wondering about everything, but this nature walk.
Just now when I told Esme I wasn't hungry she said "We were doing so well" as if all my progress was a joint effort. Really it was, Esme and Carlisle did everything to make me comfortable in their home, making me a beautiful room, and feeding me large homemade meals every day until I found my appetite. Carlisle and Edward never failed to give me prep talks or just listen to me. How can these made-up fictional people treat me better and care for me in a way my own mother couldn't? I stop and think about screaming but instantly swallow it when I realize everyone back at the house would hear and come running out. I grunt and do the only other thing I can think to do and that's thrown my notebook. It's the only other thing I'm holding besides the trail mix Esme gave me and I would rather throw myself than that. I watch my English notebook fly through the air and land hard on the ground pages first into a small muddy puddle.
"No, no, no, no" I mumble, running to grab it before the pages can be ruined. I pick it up by the cover and instantly regret tossing it. Most of my notes from the last chapter of Of Mice and Men are ruined. I'll have to rewrite them,
"Crap." I sigh. I carefully wipe what I can careful not too ripe anything when suddenly the wind is completely knocked out of my lungs. I struggle for breath, confusion and an odd sense of pain creeps into my body,
"You're a quiet little mouse aren't you?" A raspy voice question, a voice I don't know, I take a deep breath finally finding air, "Usually I rely on smell, but you little mouse, you don't smell at all."
"Who...who..who are you." I cough out blinking only to realize the unfamiliar voice belongs to a gruff-looking man with dark hair and pale skin.
"It doesn't matter, you, on the other hand, don't belong here." I reach up to grab his wrist, realizing he has both his hands clutching my jacket tightly, my feet almost completely off the ground,
"What?" the man bends down, I can feel his lips brushing my ear
"You're putting my friends in danger, so I apologize in advanced for this, I promise you won't feel a thing."
"Wha-" I feel a pain where my neck meets shoulder, white-hot and hissing. I open my mouth to scream when the realization hits me. This man just bit me!