Twin Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [1] ✓

06

With a sharp intake of air, Beau burst up from his bed. The sheets of his bed bunching up around his waist as he thrashed his hands through the contents on his bedside table.

Instantly, his hand found the leather bound sketch book and dull pencil. Flicking through the pages in the dim light of his bedroom, which was partly because of the moon behind his curtains, Beau began to draw.

His hands moved restlessly against the paper, trying to capture the pair of eyes that burned in his memory. They were dark eyes, widely dilated and focused with pin-point precision. They were the type of eyes you saw on an eagle or a tiger. Eyes set dangerously calm but were the color of a storm: a vibrant amber gold.

"Bella?" Beau asked, pushing open the front door to the chilly air as he watched his sister remove herself from a familiar silver Volvo.

Bella jumped slightly at his sudden voice, turning to look at him. " Beau? You're still awake?"

"Why aren't you with Angela, Jessica, and Lauren?"  Beau accused, and Bella stilled. Lifting his head, Beau made eye contact with the chauffeur of his sister. Edward's amber eyes beamed at him even though the tinted windshield of his car with a stunning intensity that only held hostility.

"We ran into Edward there. Plus they wanted to stay a bit longer so I asked Edward to take me home." Bella replied, and it was so fluent Beau would've almost believed it if he didn't know Bella so well. Charlie wouldn't notice the shudder in Bella's shoulders whenever she lied, but Beau did.

Liar. The thought burned Beau's head but he kept his mouth pinched shut. "Okay, come inside, it's late."

Bella nodded and made her way to the front door of  their house without looking back. As he heard the screen of the front door shut lightly behind his sister, Beau leveled Edward with another gaze, making sure to trace his eyes over the bloody collar of Edward's shirt before turning around and moving into the house after Bella.

The faint sound of the lead point on his pencil snapping off made Beau finally pause in his furious drawing. Shaking softly, Beau threw the useless pencil to the side and stared down at the roughly sketched drawing.

Even in the darkness, the page ached with familiarity. One that Beau couldn't place, but his brain was nagging at him to remember. He knew his brain was half asleep. Caught up in dreaming about Rosalie's soft hands and moonlight and caves and almost white sand; while the other part of his brain was screaming at him to follow this lead. A single lead that had to start with the pair of eyes staring back at him from the sketchbook on his lap.

"I wish I knew what you were trying to tell me." Beau whispered softly, breath frothy in front of himself as he moved the sketchbook to the bodiless part of his bed and fell onto his back. Tendrils of raven black hair fell onto his forehead like sickly veins as Beau shut his eyes once more.

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In the morning, Beau sipped lightly on a mug of black coffee. The liquid was bitter but it did its best to keep his eyes from sliding permanently closed every time he blinked. He kept his vision on the white tiles of the kitchen, and the yellow cabinets in the corner of his eyes stung slightly.

"You look sick." Bella commented, heading into the kitchen and towards the coffee pot. Beau took another sip of his coffee, nodding limply.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Stay up too late?"

"Something like that-" Beau paused, the lip of his coffee mug barely skimming his top lip as he stared at the bright purple bruise on Bella's wrist. It stuck out against his sister's pale skin so starkly that Beau wondered how he'd missed it when she'd first walked in. "What is that?"