Lacuna ¹

19

Amélie woke up the Sunday morning with a large smile on her face, larger than usual. Her eyes sparkling brighter than usual. Sitting up from her warm bed she heard a loud 'clunk', something had hit the floor of her room. Tossing her bedsheets off of her body and over the rest of the bed. Swinging her legs out of the bed, her feet hitting the cool wooden floor, sending a shiver up her spine. Looking down by her feet, trying to find the source of the sound, finally finding culprit she was quick to pick it up in her hands. Her new Dracula book, from Benedict. Tracing over the blood red cover like she did the day before, making all the memories of the amazing day before come running back.

Her smile seemed to only grow. Placing the book down gently on her bedside locker before she got up from the comfortable bed and walked to her wardrobe on the other side of her room. Picking out a simple outfit for the day coming. A pair of chestnut flared jeans with a white crop top and a large green cardigan covering her. It was a warm outfit for the cool day of Forks.

Walking down the small stairs of the Swan House and into the kitchen. She was greeted by Charlie reading the daily paper with one hand and with a cup of coffee in his other hand. Charlie raised his head when he heard the footsteps coming in his direction, she smiled when he saw it was only Amélie. Amélie pressed a kiss to kiss cheek before maneuvering her way around him and towards the fridge, looking for what to make for their breakfast.

"Ti sei divertito ieri? (Did you have fun yesterday?)" Charlie broke the comfortable silence of the small kitchen.

Charlie noticed the small smile playing on her lips. "L'ho fatto, è stato molto divertente (I did, it was a lot of fun)"

"Ho notato che ieri sera ti ha dato una borsa, cosa c'era dentro? (I noticed he handed you a bag last night, what was in it?)" Charlie inquired. Amélie knew it was just Charlie being careful but she couldn't help but think that he went into 'police mode'.

"Solo libri, siamo andati in una piccola libreria giù in città (Just books, we went down to a small bookshop in the town)" Amélie answered simply. Cracking eggs into the skillet.

Charlie nodded along with her words although Amélie couldn't see it as he back was to him as she made them both a simple breakfast. The kitchen falling into silence. The only sound being the flipping of the daily paper that Charlie was reading and the sizzling of the skillet that Amélie was using to fry up some sausages, bacon, and eggs. Plating two plates Amélie brought them over to the table, placing one where Charlie sat and the other where she sat. They also ate in the comfortable silence, until Charlie broke it once again.

"A quel ragazzo piaci molto (That boy likes you a lot)" He pointed out. Amélie looked up at him. "Benedict, gli piaci davvero e so che ti piace (Benedict, he really likes you and I know you like him)"

Amélie blushed slight at how observant her Uncle was or how obvious she was. "Mi piace, sto solo aspettando il momento giusto (I do like him, I'm just waiting for the right time)"

Charlie once again only nodded and they continued their breakfast with minimal talking, just enjoy the morning as it was as well as the breakfast so it wouldn't go cold. Charlie finished well before Amélie and he went upstairs to change from his pajamas into his work uniform. When he came back down the stairs he was fixing his radio to his uniform.

Charlie pressed a kiss to Amélie's hair. "Adesso me ne vado, ti voglio bene, buona giornata (I'll be off now, love you, have a good day)"

Amélie smiled. "Lo farò! Anch'io ti amo! Buona giornata (I will! Love you too! Have a good day)"

Charlie quickly plucked one of the Pain Au Chocolates from the box that Esme had sent them home in yesterday and stuffed it into his mouth. It made Amélie laugh at the sound that came out of his mouth as he walked out the door, like he was taking a bite out of heaven itself. Amélie finished he breakfast and cleaned up after herself. Leaning against the kitchen counter she thought to herself.

What am I going to do with my day?

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Amélie continued down the same trail she took a few days prior. Although this time she couldn't appreciate the beautiful scenery, the trees, the leaves she couldn't. The only thing she could ficus on was her safety. She didn't feel safe, not one bit.tge further she went into the forest the more thaf unsettling feeling spread. She did not feel this the first time she walked through the large green forest. She first felt safe and comforted now she felt unsafe and watched...like she was being watched by many pairs of eyes.

Amélie couldn't go any further. She felt like she was hyperventilating, like no air was entering her lungs no matter how gasps of air she tried to take, it was getting hard to breath and she felt slightly light-headed. Placing one hand on her throat thinking like that would help her. Turning swiftly on her heels she started walking straight back home, far away from this feeling as possible. In her dazed state she didn't notice the large root - of a large evergreen tree - was raised from the dirt. Tripping over it she caught herself with bother hands before she landed face first.

She sighed and muttered. "Toujours aussi maladroit (Still ever so clumsy)"

A gasp left her mouth when she heard the cracking of twigs. Quickly raising to her feet from the dirty ground beneath her. Looking around frantically, searching from where the sound had come from, only to find nothing. Another set of twigs cracked. Whipping her head around to face that direction, she found nothing. She couldn't find anything wrong but something felt completely wrong. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes out of fear.

She held her hands to her chest out of fear. Trying to slow down her breathing she kept taking a few deep and shallow but it wasn't working very well. Her breaths were still quick and fast. Her eyes were flicking in every single direction, trying to find anything that made a sound or anything that was putting her in danger. Yet she could find nothing.

She suddenly felt a warm breath on her neck. She felt a shiver go down her back. Her eyes widened. She wasted no time in spinning around on her heel, raising her fist and throwing one hell of a right hook. Not looking at what she was about to hit. Her fist made contact with something, something that let out a loud yelp.

"Ow! What the fuck!?"

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[So sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than others, I hope it was still good though!!]