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So. Really don’t know what happened there. I’m sure it’s just him that makes me go crazy. Honestly, he looks at me I can just feel my brain stopping. My heart and my brain and just arguing what to do and then my mouths moving on its own and I’m speaking. I told him to get out my room... I mean WHY? I could have kept him there! Tied him up with my tights and shoved him in my wardrobe and fed him on leftovers. He could have been my little pet vampire. But no, mouth went all mental and told him to leave. Then arms kicked in and pushed him out. I mean, why does my body hate this guy!?
Oh and now I’m most defiantly mad. I just described my feeling for Edward as my various body parts arguing. What is going on with me? Right now I’m sat on my bed with my head between my knees ‘coz I’m dizzy. I’m really hoping this is a Turn side affect- not me being weak minded about boys. Standing up slowly I wander downstairs to face mum.
“Who was that?” Mum demanded.
“Someone from school, like he said.” I mutter wearily.
“He didn’t look like he was from school.” She says suspiciously.
“Oh. Well he was.” I say flatly.
“Do you like him?” She says. Whoa, that caught me off guard.
“Wha- what?” I say quickly. “What makes you think that? What did he say?”
“Nothing,” She pauses and shrugs. “I was just wondering.”
“Right. Okay. I’m just quickly going to go...” I trail off and head down the hall.
“Where are you going? You’re grounded y’know!” Mum calls after me.
“Yeah I know!” I shout back. Before she can catch up I swing open the door and stare down the road. I can’t see him. But that doesn’t mean he is far away. Mum’s slippers shuffle in the hall way and I know she’s going to pull me back inside.
“EDWARD!” I shout. “EDWARD?” I raise my voice and call at full volume. “ED-” I never get to finish my final call as mum grabs my arm and drags me inside.
“What are you doing? He’s gone.” She looks at me like I’m mad. Perhaps I am. Standing at my window I stare up and down the road looking for him. Vamps have good hearing so there’s a small chance he heard that. Drumming my fingers impatiently against the window sill I feel the hammering in my heart slow and my high ends. He isn’t coming. Turning round I just stand. What if he does though? I don’t want him too. I just called after him ‘coz I don’t want him gone. But I don’t have an answer. So why did I call him?! I just answered that. Hell. My head is actually spinning.
We sit to eat in silence. Joshua is out and Lucas is avidly studying a book on law. Dad glares at me and huffs every so often but I ignore his stupidity ‘coz hey – he can’t help being an ignorant arsehole. I look at dad’s glass of deep red ‘wine’ and shudder; I really wish he wouldn’t drink at the table. You could cut the air with a knife in here; it’s stifling and just seems to be pressing down on me. Pressure just pushing down and crushing my brain. A noise like finger nails down a blackboard scrapes through the awkward silent. My head snaps towards the direction of my dad.
“What?” He protests at my evil glare.
“I hate that noise.” I mutter.
“What, this one?” He asks. He drags the fork down the plate and it squeaks. I don’t even bother answering. He has that stupid smirk on his face too.
He does it again. And again. And again.
“STOP.” I shout. I slam my fork down.
“Don’t shout at me. You didn’t say what sound you meant, didn’t think it was a problem.” He says with a shrug. With a gulp and a shudder I swallow my anger and turn my gaze back to my plate. Pushing my chair back I excuse myself to the toilet and thunder upstairs. I am not taking this. I am not going to sit down to dinner with my family, only to be purposely annoyed.
Packing everything I ever use into one bag was a problem but I did it! And now, walking down the road at a quick pace I’m fully prepared for anything. Throwing glances over my shoulder I’m on constant watch for a member of the family to come running down the road and drag me back by my hair. It’s so quiet down the road it makes me jump when my phone beeps alive.
“PICK UP YOUR PHONE LAZY ASS! PICK IT UP!” My ring tone screams at me. It’s me and Keira mucking around last month while we were lead in the grass at the park. Keira is screaming pick it up and I’m just laughing like a loon in the back ground. It makes me smile, such a good memory.
Checking the caller ID it’s mum. Eugh, I guess they couldn’t put it off any longer. My mum and dad don’t like using the mobile – they say it scrambles brains and they don’t want to spend the rest of their immortal lives with a disability. It’s quite useful actually ‘coz they don’t call me all the time. Weighing up with option of answering and ignoring I settle for the option they don’t expect.
With a beep and a flash of the green call button I listen in for mum.
“Adrianna?” My mum asks carefully. Her voice is tight and sharp. I wait.
“ADRIANNA! COME HOME.” She bellows. Rolling my eyes, where does she never try a different approach? For example, concerned rather than angry?
“Adrianna. Please. You have to stop doing this to us, we love you. Stop running from us. Come home darling, please.” Mum says with a sniffle. I blink. Well, this is different.
“Mum?” I whisper.
“Honey? Is that you? Are you okay?” Mum says all the words on one breath like she’s inhaling.
“Yeah. I’m coming home.” I say.
“Okay sweetheart, where are you? We can come get you. Honey, why’d you go?”
With the call ended on mums worried voice I start to walk back home. But why? Why am I going back? So what if mum made one sad-sorry-for-everything call? She will forget all about treating me right in a week and I’ll be running off again. It seems childish and stupid but I need to prove my point. Standing awkwardly on the edge of the pavement my brain whirs.
What am I supposed to do? What would you do? What can I do? The questions bounce around my head, interrogating some nonexistent person that can’t help me. A final thought of dad scraping a fork down his plate sends me turning on my heel. Wandering into the descending darkness.
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