PERSON IN THE FLAMES {TWILIGHT}

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Their eyes widened. "Stalling?" Rosalie questioned. "You think I can't connect the dots? You start following me around since the incident, your father called last night wanting to see me, and now I get invited over. Its not rocket science."

I state, crossing my arms. "Okay. You are very observant. So am I, since the incident you wear headphones to school, sit in the office and barely interact with the rest of the world. You look like you're hung over half the day and you're dodging my dad. You also took the corner seat so no one was behind you, and you could see the only way in or out the room. You look at your watch every 2 minutes and only make eye contact when asked a question." Rosalie states.

"Okay. since you did me, Ill do all of you three, starting with you. You sit too straight, have a chip on your shoulder and are looking over to Emmet evert time he opens his mouth, hoping he doesn't say something stupid. At school you glare at people walking past you, snarl and girls who look Emmett's way and only start talking to me after what you heard me say at the hospital." I turn to Emmet.

"You look over to Rosalie every time she moves, you're on edge, every time I ask to leave you sit as if youll pounce and grab me as if Ill run. At school you're the loudest to make your little group look normal." I turn to Alice.

"And my little pixie, you daze in and out, your eyes glaze over and it looks like you're somewhere else entirely. You completely freeze in time, at school it happens at least 3 times a day. Now you look around as if jaspers listening and will swoop in here if he thinks you get uncomfortable, now your whole group." I sit up and take a breath.

"None of you breathe, nor eat at school, sitting in this room the only heart beating is mine and you pull little looks at each other, as if Im on to you. Now I can leave and we can forget this conversation or you can tell me why in the hell Im here." I glare at them.

"We cant." Alice starts. "And thats my que to leave." I stand up and grab my bag. "AJ, wait." Emmett says, standing up as well. "No can do, school tomorrow." I turn to the door. I touch the door handle and Esme calls out. "Leaving all ready?" She asks.

"Yes, but you have a good night. It was nice to meet you." I open the door to Dr. Cullen, I step back. "Fuck" I mutter. "Alyvia, what a nice surprise." I put on a grim smile. "Its AJ. Hello Dr. Cullen." I say. "Please, call me Carlisle." I nod "um, I was just leaving." I try to step out the door.

"Actually, I was hoping we could talk. Do you have a few minutes?" He asks. I look at my watch. "I actually don't, I must be getting home, I have a room that is in need of cleaning and theres school tomorrow, busy-busy." I say, only half lying. Its really just a few minutes of your time.

he tries again. "And I really should be going, you can call me when I get home, Ill be sure to pick up. Promise. Bye." I walk out and reach in my back pocket for my keys.

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Pulling into my garage I turned the car off. What the hell did I get myself into? I questioned. I get showered and ready for bed. Turning off the light my eyes close easily.

The hand on my mouth is rough, the groans are familiar. I open my eyes to see my father, getting off on my tears. My newly teenage body shudders in pain. His thrust is rough and wild. The pain almost distracts me from the camera pointed in our direction. My hands are bruised a dark purple, trying to move them is like picking up a 10 hundred pound truck. The arms around me are tight, holding me in one place. The hand on my mouth puts too much pressure, feeling my lips bruise, I let out a small whimper. A phone rings, breaking me out of this horrible memory.

I jump awake. My breathing, going a hundred miles a minute. I shut down all the emotion swirling in my head. I picked the phone. "Hello?" My voice comes off as weak and out of breath. "AJ, Its Carlisle. Is everything alright? You sound winded." he asks worriedly.

"No. Im great, just fell asleep is all. Why are you calling?" I changed the subject. "You're in need of a physical, its why I wanted you to stay so I could ask you a couple of questions. Are you free after school tomorrow?" He asks. "Sure. see you then." I say. "Great, have a nice night." he hangs up.

I grab a bottle of alcohol and press play on my music box. The house rumbles to life with the base. Pouring the burning alcohol down my throat brings me bliss. Swaying to the beat I dance on my bed. Twirling when the beat drops. Singing the high notes with my head back. Jumping off the bed every time the song ends.