Twin Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [1] ✓

07

The next morning, Beau was woken up to the sound of Bella banging on his bedroom door. Her fist connecting with the wood harshly.

"Get up!" She calls, voice too energetic for the morning. "Dad wants to take you fishing!"

Hearing his sister leave her place outside of his bedroom, Beau sat up in bed. His covers exposing his bare chest to the cold air of his room.

Shivering softly, Beau turned his head to find the culprit of the cold being the open window in his room. Frowning, Beau tried to remember opening it last night but upon no recollection coming forth, he removed the covers from his body and moved to close the single window of his room.

Moving towards his closet, Beau ruffled around in it for a few seconds before coming back with a maroon t-shirt and the first plaid thermal he could find to go along with it. Deciding on the same jeans he wore everyday, Beau opened his bedroom door to come face to face with Charlie's fist.

"Jesus son," Charlie spoke, removing his fist and placing his hand back at his side. "I was just about to knock on your door to wake you up."

"I'm up." Beau replies, as awkward tension fills the space in between him and his father.

"Are you alright?" Charlie asks, mildly worried. "You've been looking tired lately."

"I'm fine." Beau replied, pushing his way out of his doorway and towards the bathroom a few feet down the hallway. Without waiting to see if Charlie has a response to his words, Beau locks himself in the bathroom and turns towards the mirror.

Instantly, Beau understands what his father was talking about. Underneath his eyes, are light purple bags that are mildly puffy. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that Beau's eyes were finally healing from an inflicted punch to the face or they were finally un-swelling from a nose surgery.

Grabbing his toothbrush, Beau began to brush his teeth in a hurry. Sloppily finishing the cleaning with just a small cup of mouthwash before spitting it back into the sink. Ruffling his hair to the side in an attempt to hide the fact he hadn't styled it, Beau left the bathroom in five minutes flat.

Heading down the stairs, Beau instantly turned into the kitchen to see that Bella was cutting the crust off a second sandwich. Her eyes set on the sandwich while Beau's eyes adjusted to the briefly fading bruise on her arm. The mark only he could see, set his teeth on edge and his shoulder's tightened before he grabbed the turkey packet from the counter and opened it up.

"Hey!" Bella snapped, reaching for it but Beau lifted the turkey packet higher into the air and out of her reach. Frowning, Bella gave up. "Fine, I'll just spit into your sandwich."

Beau grinned slightly. "It's funny you haven't already."

Laughing lightly, Bella turned back towards the finished sandwiches and began to wrap them in plastic wrap. Beau shoved a piece of turkey into his mouth, before closing the turkey packet and placing it back into the fridge.

"Are you excited to go fishing?" Bella asked, shoving the sandwiches into a lunch bag.

"I don't know," Beau replied, "Are people excited to be led to the electric chair?"

"You're being dramatic." Bella responded, going to the pantry for some chips.

Beau shrugged. "Maybe, I am. Maybe, I'm not."

"You used to love fishing." Bella reminded him, grabbing another Zip-Loc to use.

"I used to pretend to love fishing because I was afraid that if I didn't go with mom and you, that both of you would find a way to fall into the river and drown." Beau stated, earning a slap in the stomach from Bella in retaliation.