Title: Your Mind Is an Open Book

Summary: AU. Edward is a telepathic, cat owning wash out. After his beloved sister dies, and she walks into his life, can she save him and his children from their awaiting hell? RE-WRITE! E/B S/J Rating to be safe.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, I swear. I may have borrowed some ideas but I don’t own them and I’m not selling it and classing it as my work. I promise.

Author’s Notes: Okay so it’s been a while eh?

Other things: Gašper = Gashper.

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I didn’t want to go. I thought about it. I thought about the pros and the cons. Somehow, the pros outweighed the cons. I don’t know how because it didn’t feel like it. Not in the slightest.

I stepped into my work place, the once amazing Boarders.

I sighed heavily as I got behind my station. It was only...not even Friday and I could tell it was going to be long day.

I wiped my eyes and unlocked my till.

“Hey,” said a sweet, female voice.

I blinked. Bella. It was Wednesday? When did that happen?

“Hi, I take it you’re here for your order?”

She nodded and smiled at me. I honestly thought my stomach sank through my butt.

I typed in a bunch of crap into my computer, you know, to look all professional and stuff. I knew where the book was, in the stock room but I wanted to look cool. And of course, that ended as an epic fail.

“I’ll be right back,” I stuttered.

I ran, no sprinted to the stock room, grabbing her book. But of course, not without catching my reflection in a metal sheet first. I smiled cockily, and winked. Wow, I was lame.

I came back into the store, my hand gripping the book tightly. I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. Not even if it kills me. The only thing was, I wasn’t aware of how far I was willing to go with that...

I slowed down my pace to ensure my face wasn’t flushed and that I wasn’t panting, otherwise, I would be the lamest person I have ever met in the history of my life.

There were quite a few people in the store already, and it took quite a lot of energy trying to block them out. It took even more energy not to let my thoughts trail to those two beautiful men who worked for Jasper but...all’s well that ends well. Wait, that isn’t the phrase I need...

I got to my till and smiled at the elegant creature waiting on me. Oh God, oh God, what was I going to do? Ask her out? No! That’s insane. I guess I could just go on with my life and never see her again. Meet someone new and have kids with them, get married, put Hayley and Ben through College...but no. I wasn’t going to. I was going to have that with her. I just hadn’t thought of how yet. I guess I could kidnap her but then I’d be arrested and she’d never talk to me, never mind have my children and marry me. I’ll think of plan...I hope.

I rang it up, discretely using my discount card and bagged it.

“That will be $2.99.”

“I thought it was $7.99?”

Shit. She’s uncovered me using my discount card.

“Um...it is but...I have a discount card and I used it?” I could feel myself shaking. She was going to get angry and never talk to me again and then she was going to report me and get me fired and then she’ll laugh at me and call me pathetic.

“Oh...thank you,” she smiled.

I smiled back as she gave me the money and I returned her gesture with her receipt.

She turned round and I felt my happiness fading. I wasn’t going to see her ever again was I? I was going to be alone forever, having only my niece, nephew and homosexual best friend Seth for company. Oh wonderful.

She turned back around and faced me. Opening her mouth to say something but then shut it again. My hope was building and building. She was going to say something.

“Since you used your staff discount on me, perhaps I could buy you a drink to say thank you?” She asked hopefully.

I looked at her, really looked at her. I still couldn’t hear her. I couldn’t find a mental block like the blues brothers the other night. It was natural. She just didn’t broadcast like everyone else. Even though I couldn’t hear her I could still see her and she was beautiful, naturally and wonderfully beautiful. No makeup or fake tan, no false hair or nails. She was her, ever single inch.

She began to look confused. Quick, say something before she thinks you’re a complete loser and never talks to you again.

“Y-y-yes! I mean sure! That would be really cool.” Oh, smooth move dork.

She nodded, “So, could I have your number?”

Well, slap my ass and call me a monkey. I think I just peed myself. No, really. I was sweating and my pants were getting slightly wet...and unnaturally cold.

I grabbed a spare receipt and a pen and scribbled my number down, handing it to her quickly so she wouldn’t change her mind.

She smiled, thanking me for my number, promising me she’d be in touch and left.

I felt the butterflies spread throughout my body. Oh yay, if I didn’t feel like a teenage girl then, I don’t know what I felt.

The day went on without anything eventful. I had customers are usual, questions and complaints.

And something was totally uneventful or dangers landed on my till.

A Cherry Coke bomb.

*

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, I’d had a sneezing fit and ever since Hayley and Ben came to live with me, I’d become a real clean freak.

I washed my hands and left the bathroom in a hurry. If we leave our tills without telling anyone we get a warning meaning you get less shifts, meaning less money which I couldn’t have.

I back to my till in record time without anybody noticing me too, bonus points.

I had one customer in half an hour.

I rang up their books, bagged ‘em and handed ‘em over. I took the money and gave ‘em back change.

“Have a good day, Miss. Enjoy your books,” I smiled. I hated being polite to customers they were so rude and ignorant. Once I had an old lady spit on me because my hair was too ‘girly’. She got fined. I got the money. Ha-ha!

“And to you too, Sir. I hope you enjoy you’re Coca-cola,” she replied before scurrying off.

I stared into the distant where her fragile body had stood. Coca-cola? I hadn’t bought any Coke, I didn’t have any Coke.

Oh but alas, I did! I smiled; Seth probably brought it in for me. He did things like that. I felt a pang of guilt sink in. He was trying to get my affection again and he wasn’t going to get it.

I lifted the can only to notice immediately it was heavier than it was supposed to be. I froze.

I looked at the spot where the Coke had been placed and notice a Post-it note. Horror ran through my spine. Jasper.

‘Edward,

Enjoy the Coke.

Ha-ha!

~ Japer.’

I gulped. Oh shit.

“Cullen! Put that drink down! You know the rules!” My boss. Great. Fantastic.

“Cullen! I said put the drink down!” He stormed toward me.

“Cullen, put it down before I put you down!”

I shook my head, “I can’t sir...”

He folded his bingo winged arms and began to tap his porky, large foot, “and why not?”

I gulped, feeling the sweat drip down my forehead, my neck and then down my chest.

“I...I think it’s a bomb sir.”

And that was it.

Screaming echoed through the store, the fire alarm sounded. This was a big deal.

The fire fighters arrived, along with the police and an ambulance. I couldn’t shake the feeling that that ambulance was for me.

The police brought a bomb de-fusing robot up to me; it scanned the can, confirming my nightmare. It was a bomb.

I began to shake in fear, before, it wasn’t confirmed, it could have been filled with rotten eggs and shaving cream but no, it was a bomb and I could die.

I heard reports questions swimming through my head, the panicking public. My head hurt, my hand had cramp, but I didn’t dare put the can down, what if it went off? I’d die. Hayley and Ben would go into care, well Hayley would and Ben would be taken to Jasper, separated from his sister, his true family.

The bomb was de-activated and I was able to go home but not before getting a quick check up from the paramedics. I was fine, just shaken up. They gave me sleeping pills and a number for a shrink. Only problem was, why would I go to a shrink about having a bomb scare? I wouldn’t. Except for the fact, the shrink was none other than Miss Bella Swan.

*

I took longer to get home that I would have liked. I had pictures of Hayley and Gašper sleeping on the sofa with some random vampire show in the background, then Ben sleeping next to the on a pillow. I smiled because well, that image was sweet. A Kodak moment indeed.

Only, I knew I wasn’t going to get that Kodak moment because as soon as I reached the steps outside my house, I saw the saw had been smashed in. It hadn’t been 18 months yet.

I ran up the stairs and slipped through the door. Everything was destroyed. Photos smashed on the floor, ornaments in pieces, and the cat food bowl upside down, pillows ripped to shreds along with my sofa. The TV had been tipped on its side, the screen scattered across the carpet.

Hayley.

Ben.

Jessica.

Gašper.

SHIT!

I shouted their names, over and over. Gašper didn’t even show. There had to be a reason...maybe they’d taken him too. And Jessica.

I went through the kitchen and looked out into the back yard. I chocked back a sob.

Gašper.

On my washing line.

Someone had killed him, skinned him and hung him like my laundry, on my washing line.

It was then that I vomited.