Have you ever seen something you wish you hadn't? I'm seriously contemplating the lasting side effects of bleaching my eyes at this very moment. There they are…Alice and Jasper…Alice and Jasper? Was that even legal? Alice hid behind him, scrambling around trying to close her top.
"It's not what it looks like," Jasper stutters, raising his hands in defense. I can feel my blood boil under my skin.
"Don't even go there," I spit. I'm trying to keep my temper even, remembering that my mother is down the hall. "Alice," I mutter through my teeth. "Go back to your room."
"Edward," she whispered through her tears. "You can't tell me what to do."
"I can when you're acting like a whore in our father's study…in his home." I can't look at her, I can see out the corner of my eye that her tears are falling but I can't bring myself to look. I'm pissed that they are doing whatever they were doing in a place that should be sacred. It was to me, at least.
"Don't call her a whore." Jasper puffs up his chest like he's going to do something and it's almost funny to witness. His feeble attempt to tower over me is almost comical, he has a good four-inches to go before he can reach me but I give him some kudos for trying.
"Excuse me?" I ask, looking between the two. "She's my sister, Jasper."
"I don't care," he takes her hand and squeezes gently before releasing it to cross over his chest. "She's something to me too."
"Jasper," I warn. "If you don't get out of my house, RIGHT now…I swear to god that I will-"
"Edward, stop." Bella places her warm hand on my arm and pulls me back gently. "He's leaving…right, Jasper?" Bella's eyes are wide motioning toward the door.
"Right." Jasper answers, never taking his eyes off me. He reaches behind him and takes Alice's hand, I still can't look at her…I just want her out of here.
"Edward," Alice pleads with me to look at her and Jasper tugs at her. "We need to talk about this."
"Leave," I snap as I walk to our father's desk. I gather the papers and books from off of the floor and place them back on his desk. I could feel their eyes burning at the back of my head as
I straighten the family photo that sat on his desk. "You people have no respect for the dead," I mutter before the door closes.
The room is silent now. The only thing I can hear is Bella's breathing and it soothes me. "I can leave," she says. "It's too late for visitors anyway."
"Don't go," I sound like a desperate child. I turn around to look at her and she's sitting on my father's old recliner-the one my mother hates. She looks so tiny sitting in the monstrous thing, she brings her knees to her chin and stares out the window into the darkness. "It's just…I don't like when people disrespect my father or his things."
"I get it," she smiles. "I think you were a little harsh with your sister though…calling her a whore and stuff."
"I didn't mean to call her-"
"It sounded really ugly. I could see her heart breaking as soon as the words left your mouth."
Bella continues to stare out the window and I feel uncomfortable with the way this conversation is going. "So, do you think we missed him?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm not sure," Bella jumps from her seat and peeks out through the window. "His car isn't in the drive way."
"I think we should wait it out, it's only ten after eleven."
"Where do you think he went?" She asks, running her finger over a blind.
"I don't know." I shrug, staring at the way her fingers move across the dusty blind. The thunder rolls and the rain begins to fall, throwing shadows against her face.
"What are you staring at?" I tear my eyes away from her ass and meet her gaze, she smiles at me and turns her attention back out the window. "You have an curious obsession with me."
"I do not," I snort.
"Why do you stare then?"
"I've already told you…you're beautiful."
"Bleh," she blows raspberries and skips over to me. Before I can register what she's doing, her lips are on my cheek. "You're sweet," she rubs her nose against my chin and slowly pulls away.
I clear my throat and feel dizzy when the scent of her shampoo assaults my nose. "You are quite forward," I laugh.
"I figure since you're not going to make any moves…I would."
"I didn't know you liked-"
"Shh!" Bella covers my mouth with her hand and cocks her head towards the window. The sounds of an engine grow louder as it makes it's way down the street. "He's home," she mouthed.
"Why are you whispering?" I laugh, playfully shoving her.
"I don't know." We stare at each other for a few moments before I move a piece of hair away from her mouth.
Bella jumps back when the sounds of his car doors slamming closed. The shrill laughter of a woman from below breaks us out of our moment and Bella begins to laugh along with her. "She sounds like a hyena!" She giggles.
We run towards the window just in time to watch a slender woman stumble around the car into James's waiting arms. Her hair was a fire engine red, long and slick down her back-very attractive. James moves her hair away from her shoulder and kisses her neck before taking her and leading her inside. "Well." Bella laughs, watching the couple go inside. "Seems like his greasy charms do work."
"She was hot," I mutter.
"She was," Bella agrees. "If you like red-heads."
"Nah," I walk behind her and twirl a piece of her hair in between my fingers. "I prefer brunettes."
"Now who's the bold one?" She giggles, leaning backwards against me. The lights inside his house go one and we can see the silhouettes against the curtains. James opens the glass doors that lead out to their backyard which luckily, we have a clear view of. We can see them swaying together, kissing and caressing. "I wonder what they're dancing to?" Bella asks, moving side to side with them.
"Well, let's find out." I squeeze her shoulders gently and pull out my father's old transistor radio from behind his desk. We built it together when I was twelve, out of six pieces of wood and some aluminum string. I remember my father doing all the work and giving me the credit…I miss him.
"What is that?" Bella laughs, examining it carefully. "This is amazing!"
"It's a radio," I turn the dial and watch Bella eye the couple. I switch to from radio station to radio station until Bella raises her hand for me to stop. We settle on a station that's playing an eerily romantic song.
My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
I Only Have Eyes For You, Dear.
"I love this song," Bella whispers as we watch the couple. "Do you think they're in love?" I gulp when James runs his hands slowly her back.
"I don't know…but they're hot for each other."
The moon maybe high
but I can't see a thing in the sky,
'Cause I Only Have Eyes For You.
I don't know if we're in a garden,
or on a crowded avenue.
Bella started swaying to the music and took my hands in hers. "Dance with me, Edward." She pulls herself closer to me and wraps her hands around my neck. "What do think they're talking about?" She cocks her head towards the window and tightens her grip around my neck.
You are here
So am I
Maybe millions of people go by,
but they all disappear
I Only Have Eyes For You.
"I don't think they're doing much talking," I chuckle nervously and clear my throat. I look out the window and notice that the couple is no longer dancing, the woman is sitting on the sofa and kicking off her shoes while James pours wine in a couple of glasses. "Someone's getting lucky…" I pick up the binoculars to try and get a better look, the woman is leaning back against the sofa with her eyes closed while James rubs her feet.
"He's got some skills." Bella takes the binoculars from me and sits down on the window sill. "It's kind of hot."
"Hot? You think he's hot?"
"What he's doing…it's cute."
"But you think he's hot?" I scoff in disgust. "That's gross."
"I think what he's doing is hot…not him."
"I think it's cheesy," I shrug.
"Clearly, you don't know how to treat a lady." She sticks her tongue out at me and returns her attention to the house next door.
An hour later Bella begins to yawn, the couple is still sitting on the sofa drinking champange and talking. "Well, this was a waste." I mutter, closing the blinds.
I shake Bella awake and her eyes shoot open in panic. "What happened?" She sits up and looks towards the window, her brows furrow when she notices the blinds are closed. "What's going on?"
"It's getting late and there's nothing going on over there."
"Maybe tomorrow," she mumbles as she rubs her eyes.
"Yeah," I grab her hand and tug her lightly. "Let's get you home."
She doesn't look like Victoria. Her hair is red-the brightest red I could find-but it wasn't her. She doesn't have Victoria's cute upturned nose or her laugh lines. She doesn't make my heart race or breath hitch. No one can compare to my love, all these girls are just fakes…plastic replicas of the woman I loved and lost. I blame them…I blame these little harpies. Why do they live their meager lives when my love was taken from me? She had so much knowledge and beauty…why?
"You have a lovely home." This nameless, faceless girl says in what she thinks is a seductive voice. Please, you wouldn't know seduction if it hit you in the face with a bat…hmm, interesting thought.
"Thank you," I say with a smile. She bats her lashes and leans into me, exposing the skin of her chest. Her ample cleavage threaten to spill out, but this does not turn me on. Victoria was elegant, refined and always acted like a lady…why women think these tricks will win themselves a husband is beyond me.
"So, James, it's getting late."
"That it is," I agree, checking my watch.
"I should probably get going now." She bats her lashes again and traces over one of the buttons on my shirt. I hate that she's touching this shirt…Victoria gave it to me. "Unless…"
"Unless?" I smile, understanding her wayward intentions.
"Unless you want some company tonight."
I lift us both off the sofa and wrap my fist around her hair, pulling her head back to examine her neck. She's loving this, what whore wouldn't? "Actually," I whisper, trailing my nose up and down her neck. She smells nothing like Victoria. Her cheap corner-store perfume is nothing compared to Victoria's natural scent. "There are a couple of things I'd love to do to you."
"Mmmm," she hums. She tries to break loose from my vice grip and yelps when I pull her hair back. She thinks it's cute and giggles before trying again. My grip does not loosen and I can see the panic in her eyes. Something written across my face is unsettling to her because she tries again, this time, with a furrowed brow. "That kind of hurts, James." She laughs humorlessly.
"I though you liked it rough, Victoria."
"My name's not Victoria…it's Rachel, remember?"
"Rachel, Victoria, whatever." I yank on her hair again and this time she pushes against my chest. Oh I love a fighter…they turn me on.
"Get the fuck off me!" She snaps, trying to push me again. I stop both her hands with my free one and push her against the wall, face first. "You're hurting me!"
"Shut up, Victoria." She tries to fight me off of her so I pull her towards me and slam her back into the wall again, as hard as I could. I can hear her nose breaking against the wall and the trail of blood dripping down her shirt. "Look what you went and did," I hiss into her ear. She struggles against me, whimpering for me to let her go. "Hush now," I kiss the side of her neck and she cries at my touch. I turn her around and slam her back against the wall.
"Why are you doing this?" She cries, looking the perfect picture of innocence.
"Because you left me," I ignore her sobs and wrap her hair around my fist, cocking her head to the side.
"I didn't leave," she hiccups. "I'm right here…please, please don't kill me."
"Liar!" I push her against the wall again and wrap my hand around her neck. The sight of this woman's eyes bugged and watery, gasping for breath does something to me. My heart pound furiously and there are butterflies in my stomach…she looks like Victoria now, all blue and purple and so very sorry. "You promise you'd never leave, Victoria!"
"I'm- I…" she gasps and tries to reach out for me. "Pl-please!" The blood vessels in her eyes pop and her lips are trembling with saliva…this is my love. Her body relaxes against the wall and her flailing arms suddenly fall. There is a new quietness in the house now. The ticking of the clock brings me back and there she is, in front of me…Victoria…so very, very sorry.
"Blue is a lovely color for you, Victoria." I get down on my knees and kiss her sweetly on the mouth, I can taste her tears and it soothes me. "Next time, don't you dare threaten to leave," I whisper into her ear. I drag this lifeless body across the living room down to my cellar dedicated to the love I lost, she will make a pretty addition.
Hello my lovely readers! Firstly, I am so very sorry for the delay! I have had a busy month and it came to an end with my 3 yo dropping my laptop in the pool...I think it was her way of saying I need to spend time with her. That was the second time she's destroyed that laptop and there was no coming back from the dead this time around. :( So, I had to go out and buy a new one and rewrite this chapter.
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