The Styles Triplets

Chapter 35

After being driven in a car with Edward for an hour, I was glad to be out of the car. Edward drove us to this diner a town over, where, as he said "no one will know us".

The car ride was awkward and full of tension. Edward was radiating anger onto me and I started to get angry that he was being a complete dickhead about this situation.

What could that new guy say that made Edward so pissed off? He probably didn't even know who or what Edward is.

"Baylee, what do you want?"

And then, why would the new kid want to start anything on the first day? What is he trying to do? Get himself killed?

"Baylee...?"

Most likely. He will soon have a bounty on his head.

"Yo!" Someone yells, shaking me out of my trance.

"Hmm?" I reply, looking at an angry Edward. "What?" I spat out.

"What do you want?" He says annoyed.

I scoff in Edwards direction, and turn towards the waitress. "Excuse my...acquaintance over here. He's had a bad day. You know, that time of the month, when he bleeds from him vagina."

the waitress cracks a smile and laughs at my comment, which makes Edward more angry. "That's okay, darl'. What can I get 'ya?" She says in a heavy southern accent. She's far from home.

I smile at her, "can I please just get a chicken burger and a chocolate milkshake, thank you."

"Why sure 'ya can! Lovely manners darl'." She says walking away.

"Bitch," Edward mutters under his breath, most likely not wanting me to hear him.

I smile, sweetly at him and say, "Why thank you."

Edward and I sit in an uncomfortable silence until the waitress comes back with our food.

"'Ya two are so cute! What a lovers quarrel," she says to us smiling and walking away.

I laugh at her comment and have a sip of my milkshake. "So, when are you going to start talking?" I ask Edward.

Edward looks at me for a solid five seconds, and takes a bite of his burger. Giving me the hint that he doesn't want to talk to me.

"I ain't giving up. You talk, or I walk," I say, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms.

"You're so stubborn," Edward says, once he swallows his food.

"Says you," I reply.

"Why do you want me to talk?" He asks.

"Because I'm confused. Why did you get in an argument at school? Why were you punching lockers? And why you had that murderous look in your eye?" I say.

Edward pauses for a few seconds to think. "Why?"

"Why? That's all you have to say? Why?" I whisper shout, trying not to draw any attention to us. "How about you answer more questions. Like why I was dragged into this world? What did I do to deserve this? Why was I the one to watch my mother get murdered? How come I was so close to dying, having my life flash before my eyes. How about you answer those too?"

Edwards eyes soften slightly. His anger slowly vanishing.

"How come I didn't know who my real dad was until this year? Why were you using me two years ago? Why did the person I look up to completely change the last time I saw him?" I keep going.

"Baylee," he starts.

"No. Don't you pity me. Don't you Baylee me. Don't you dare. You don't know what it's like to have your world come crashing down watching your mother die right in front of you. Attempting to grow and then being put in a similar position as she was."

Edward is quiet. He doesn't look angry anymore.

"You wanted to know why," I say pushing away from the table and standing up.

I grab my bag and walk towards the exit. Having enough of Edwards stubbornness and needing some fresh air.

When I get outside, a cool breeze comes past, relaxing me. I walk away from the main entrance so I'm not blocking anyone walking past.

"Shouldn't have come out of there alone, darl'," I hear. I turn around and the waitress that served Edward and I is standing a few meters away with a knife in her hand.

"What's going on?" I ask, taking a step back.

"Edwards not a good person. I thought I would help 'ya, but I find out that 'yar a Jensen, and it all became better. I could kill 'ya both, and probably be awarded for it," she says smirking.

Oh crap. Not again. Why do people want me?! I'm not even that fuckers real child.

"Oh. Yeah. About that," I start to say, trying to distract her with the truth.

"Don't 'ya go around distracting me, darl," she says. Well there goes that plan.

Plan B. Talk her out of it.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You seem like a really sweet person, it would be a shame to get blood on your hands," I say.

"Hasn't 'ya mother ever told 'ya not to judge a book by its cover?" She says. "Oh wait. She's dead." She cackles.

There goes plan B. Time for plan C.

The waitress takes a step closer towards me, holding the knife in front of her, pointing it towards me. I take a step back and hit the wall. Well crap. There goes Plan C, run away.

"Plan D it is then," I mutter to myself.

"D for dumbass?" I hear a voice.

Guess I didn't mutter it then. I look over and make out Edward through the darkness, holding a gun and aiming it towards the waitress.

"Sure. Why not," I reply, wearily.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Edward says to the waitress.

"'Ya can't tell me what to do," she replies. "I'm not apart of 'ya gang. So screw 'ya." She turns and faces Edward and points the knife towards him.

"I tried," Edward says, calmly, then shoots the waitress in the leg. "Come on!" Edward yells, and runs away.

He just shot her. In the leg. What the fuck dude!

"Baylee!" Edward yells louder, catching my attention. God damn it. He's a fast runner.

I look at the waitress and see her looking at me.

"This won't be the last time," she says, then blacks out. Probably from shock.

I quickly recover from my shocked state and run to Edwards car, that he was in and had stopped in front of the scene.

"You're so slow!" Edward exclaims when I get in the car.

"You shot her in the leg," I say whilst he drives off, skidding.

"Injure her. I'm not going to kill someone innocent. She tried to kill you, yes. But she didn't, hence. Still innocent," he says, driving quickly.

Awesome.