Resilient

Chapter Twenty: In Which a Vampire Mutilates My Favorite Knife.

                When Bella arrived back she looked as though she had just had the best day of her life. Charlie had just come home from fishing an hour earlier and was watching his usual sports on the TV. Bella made dinner in record time, and ate it even faster. It did not take a genius to know what she was in such a rush for. Charlie seemed a little surprised at her insistence to go to bed early. It was officially spring break, so he probably expected her to be out with friends all night, he never really had us as teens. That was sometimes more my thing. I could be social and enjoy a good party every once in a while. But tonight, I had plans of busting Bella and her vampire in her room. I knew that was why she wanted to get to her room so fast. He would be there. Just like every other night, except this time she would know. I was still quite miffed that he ignored my warnings to stay out of her room. As soon as it was deemed a decent time to go to bed, Bella shot up to her room. Charlie seemed a little suspicious, but never really mentioned much about it. I waited an hour after her, then went up to my own room under the impression that I was going to bed too. Instead I tiptoed to Bella's room, then without skipping a beat threw the door open. I made sure to catch it before it hit the wall so as to not alarm Charlie. Bella looked up from her book trying to look started. She was a horrible actor.

"Myla! What are you doing?" She exclaimed. I thought of an excuse quickly.

"I left my book in here." I lied.

"I don't see one." Bella replied quickly.

"I think I dropped it in your closet." I amended. That was the only place he could be, as he had no time to get out the window.

"Why were you in my closet?" Bella inquired seeming quite distraught over me going in there

"I wanted a shirt you had." I thought quickly.

"I'll check." She sounded desperate. I smiled sweetly.

"No, you were so tired you couldn't even stay up to watch a show with Charlie. I don't mind." I offered in a kind, but rather forceful way. Bella sighed in defeat as I reached for the closet door. I yanked it open to reveal a very sheepish looking Edward. "What do you know, they really do sleep in coffins!" I said laughing. "Creeper." I shot at him, sobering up quickly. He just glowered at me. I turned to Bella who seemed to find the floor interesting. Her cheeks were bright pink.

"Well, I will be awake until you go to sleep." I turned to Edward. "I will not hesitate to set Charlie on you if you give me even the smallest reason." On that note I walked out. Nobody mentioned my forgotten book. I was honestly surprised Bella fell for that one. She knew I didn't read. I personally though there were much better things to do, like torturing your sister when she tries to read. I sat in my bed, thinking over everything, all the while keeping an ear on Bella. After a while I heard no more chatter, and the soft snores of Bella's sleep. I got up and crept into her room. Edward was just standing and staring at her. My nickname Edweirdo really applied right now.

"Wow, that is incredibly creepy." I whispered. He glared at me for disturbing his peaceful stalking. "Are you going to stand here all night?" I questioned harshly. He nodded. "No you're not." I hissed. "Get out!" He ignored me. "I mean it, get out of my sister's room!" My voice rose a little.

"She asked me to stay." Edward whispered. I face palmed, letting my hand drag down my face.

"Does she know you just stand here and stare at her? I mean you don't even blink!" I asked, I was tired. Edward nodded again. I sighed.

"I am not going to do anything. I just want to make her happy. She asked me to stay, so that's what I am going to do." There was a steel in his voice. I did not trust him, at all. But at this time, it was all I could do.

"You hurt her and I swear, whatever vampiry things you have, they will be useless." I threatened, then I turned on my heel, strode to my room. I promptly climbed into bed, and fell asleep. 

            When I woke up again I could tell it was still early. I climbed blearily out of bed and stumbled downstairs, only to collapse back onto the couch. To my surprise Bella was up, and her boyfriend was seated at the table with her. I glowered at them both, in a foul mood already. They took no notice of me, apparently deep in a conversation. Edward's phone began to buzz, and with a confused look he answered it. He abruptly glanced toward me, then quickly back when he saw my murderous stare. He spoke lowly into the receiver then put it back in his pocket. He said something to Bella in an undertone. She also looked at me, I was not liking this. Whatever this was had something to do with me. She tried her best to smile and ignore my glare.

"Morning Myla!" She chirped. "Want some breakfast?" She asked. I looked at her suspiciously.

"I'll get some." I said slowly.

"Well, hurry up and get around." She said.

"Why? I have zero intention of leaving the house, therefore have no reason to get around yet." I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously.

"Actually I figured you could come with me to Edward's house." She spoke carefully.

"Why would I do that?" My tone was indifferent.

"Myla please, don't be difficult." She begged. It only hardened my resolve. I stuck my nose in the air stubbornly.

"No, I will be as difficult as I want. I am not going to spend the day with the undead." I said stubbornly, then turned on my heel and marched out of the room, promptly ending the conversation. A while later I sat on my bed. Bella and Edward had already left, and I was enjoying the peace and quiet, though I had a nagging feeling in my gut. I was debating on going downstairs, and getting food, or just gorging myself on my candy stash when I heard the door creak open. There were no heavy footfalls to announce Charlie, nor had I heard a car. I froze, running over my options in my head. I could either stay up here and quiet, and pray that whoever it is is friendly, or I could check it out myself. I scoffed at myself for even considering option one, and quietly got up. Pulling open my drawer I revealed the pocket knife I always kept hidden for situations like this. I may or may not have stole it from Charlie. Clutching it in my hand, I crept silently out into the hall and down the stairs. I peeked out around the corner, seeing no one advanced farther. I was just about to glance around the next corner when an ice cold hand clamped down on my shoulder. I didn't scream and instead whirled around and plunged the knife into the person's arm. The only problem was, instead of going in, the knife bent around the arm, and my blue eyes met golden ones. I glared fiercely into the amused eyes of Emmett Cullen.

"That's no way to greet a guest." He said, amusement practically dripping from his tone.

"Well most guests don't act like thieves and creep up on people." I snapped. He stepped aside and I could now see Jasper behind him. He also looked amused, but deeper in thought, as though he was recalling a memory. I held up my knife and wailed. "Look what you did to my knife!" I screeched. Emmett took it out of my hand, he started to bend the metal back into the right shape, but it snapped in the process. I gaped, then kicked him in the shins angrily. "You broke it idiot!" I screamed at him, all the while trying not to wince at the fact I am pretty sure I broke my toes kicking him. He at least had the decency to look sheepish, while Jasper threw his head back and laughed. Emmett tossed the remnants of my knife on the ground, then looked back up at me.

"We're supposed to bring you to our house." He said.

"Um, no." I responded instantly.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" He enthused. I doubted our definition of fun was the same.

"No." I repeated. I see both Jasper and Emmett both turn sharply toward the window. A look passes between them for a fraction of a second. Then Emmett turns back to me with the same grin, as though nothing ever happened. He rushed toward me and tossed me over his shoulder. Next thing I know everything has turned into a green blur as we ran super speed through the forest.