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There will Not Be A Third Time
I hate to admit it, but maybe Esme was right, because once Edward closes me in my room I can't help but feel the alluring call of my bed. Esme's changed the bedding completely. The silk sheets have been replaced with a warm flannel with a silver snowflake pattern, and the cream comforter and matching pillows have been changed to a matching silver set complete with decorative pillows.
In true Esme fashion the bed looks completely out of a catalog with both the cohesiveness of the comforter set and with how incredibly puffy everything is. It takes me all of five seconds to crawl into bed and maybe five minutes to fall asleep.
I don't know how long I sleep for but when I wake up it's dark outside and Carlisle sits over in the book nook, a newspaper in his hands,
"Nice nap?" He asks folding the paper and setting it in his lap. I sit up rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"Why did you let me sleep?" I'll never get to sleep tonight.
"I knew a nap would do you some good." I groan pushing the covers back, I fell asleep in my jeans and borrowed cardigan. I slide to the floor, happy I at least took off my boots.
"I feel gloopy now." I stretch my arms over my head as Carlisle smiles gently at me and pats the plush chair next to him,
"Let's talk." Deja vu. I drop my arms and sigh,
"Do we have too?" Carlisle nods,
"Yes sweetheart." I take a breath and take careful steps over to Carlisle and drop into the second plush chair, "Marceline why didn't you say anything about being picked on at school?" I bite my cheek and shrug, "Do you feel safe at school?"
"Yes, honestly Carlisle I think you're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be." He leans forward placing his elbows on his knees,
"How so?" He questions resting his chin on his hands,
"Because I can handle it, it honestly doesn't bother me. Theirs nothing this person can do to hurt me."
"Mare, I know you handle a lot of things, but this comes back to our constant argument that you shouldn't have too. Esme and I are here to help you, the others are too. Wether you like it or not sweet girl, you are a child and your glass should only be so full. So if someone is making your life harder at school we need to resolve this." I keep my attitude in check because I just can't convey to Carlisle that I can handle these things on my own, I always have.
"It doesn't bother me."
"This girl is the same one who poured water on you." He states, "These aren't the same clothes you left the house with," Carlisle points out, "And if someone is stopping you from eating-"
"I ate," I groan out.
"Yes, in a haste I imagine," I shrug.
"Carlisle you don't understand."
"Then please help me, because I want to understand." I slouch back in my chair and search for the words before speaking them,
"I didn't say anything because I know I can deal with it. This person doesn't bother me because I know eventually she'll move on or she'll get bored. I'm making friends and I like them, and if you intervene it's only going to make things worse, because adults think things will get better, but they don't." Carlisle nods,
"I understand," he too relaxes back into his chair, "But Mare you are a child-"
"Teenager." I sound it out for him,
"Teenager," he smiles "and you shouldn't be expected or be okay dealing with these things." He doesn't know how much I can handle...he never will. Carlisle's eyes linger on me a second longer, "I told you once I would leave this be unless this girl was hurting you or messing with your education and I will do the same again, but there will not be a third time. If she does something like this again, Esme and I will be forced to intervene with the school am I clear." I nod. "I want you to say it"
"I understand."
"I do this, not because I don't believe that you can deal with this, because Marceline honey I think you can deal with an awful lot and that bothers me. No one your age should feel like they can deal with these things on their own and if they do it's because they've been threw worse and I'm not alright with that. While you're here under our roof, you are a child-" I open my mouth but he holds his hand up, "My apologies, teenager. You are a teenager and you'll act as one." His eyes bare hard into mine and any words I had are lost...I don't think I've ever been allowed to be a kid, their was always vomit to clean, a check to write, dinner to heat up, bottles to hide...a mother to get up for work...and despite it all...I miss her. I miss my mother. I miss the dynamic we had, I miss the fact that we never had to have conversations like this, because nothing is harder than having a conversation like this with Carlisle.
Hearing him say all that...I don't like it, and because I don't like it I don't respond. Instead I just nod. I feel a cold hand grasp mine, Carlisle's leaning forward again squeezing my hand tight,
"What's on your mine honey?" I can't tell him, I can't say all that I'm thinking, so instead I just bite my cheek and smirk,
"I'm hungry."