Bad Apple [Twilight Fan Fiction]

2. Party

2. Party

Mike drops me off at home kissing my cheek as I’m about to step out of the car, “I’ll be here to pick you back up at seven on the dot. Remember to dress appropriately.”

I smile, “See you later, Mike.”

I step out of the car walking up the steps to the front door. I wave toward Mike as he drives the car out of the drive going home. I sigh pushing my key into the lock before pushing the door open. The house is quiet considering no one has been here all day.

I sigh closing the door with my foot and unzipping my coat. I trudge up the stairs slowly. The façade slowly crumbling with each step I take. I slowly push myself into my room closing the door back and tossing my backpack to the floor. I pull off my jacket watching it fall to the floor. My arm stings to the point of actual pain but I push through it.

I stand in front of a mirror my face void of any emotion. Things have been this way for I do not know how long. It is strange just how little time I have actually been here. Things with Mike make me think I have been here for years but in reality, I have only been here a few months.

It is weird how things can change someone’s perspective on things.

My head turns toward my bed and my eyes widen. There is a dark blue box sitting on my bed with a purple ribbon tied around it. I swallow down my nerves stepping toward my bed. I look over the box making sure it is not a bomb or anything.

My eyes find a small piece of paper attached to the ribbon. A small involuntary smile comes over my face as I grab the note.

The top is blank and I open it up reading the small message.

Happy Birthday Bella!

Be safe.

Secret Admirer

My eyes widen at the message. My heart soars with the idea of someone besides Mike liking me. I sigh shaking my head. Whom am I kidding? If Mike ever finds out about this, he is going to have the person’s head on a silver platter.

I smile sadly, as I rip the note up in small pieces so that Mike does not find out about this. I sigh tossing the pieces of paper into the trashcan. I smile as I step back in front of the box. I pull the ribbons apart and smile as my fingers clutch the bottom of the top pulling it open.

White stuffing paper covers the gift as I quickly move them away. My eyes widen at the dress that I find. My eyes fill with tears as my fingers pull the clothing out of the box. The dress is mostly dark green with a black sweater that covers the sleeves at the top. I look back in the box hoping for something to give away where the person bought it. My eyes widen again as I find a pair of black and white flats at the bottom of the box.

I smile shaking my head. This must be one great secret admirer.

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I smile as I push the strands of hair past my shoulders. My eyes are alight with excitement. I hope Mike never finds out about where this dress came from. His reaction will not be pretty. I add a little bit of make-up hoping that no one will notice the dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. Mike always insists that I go with him to his house in the middle of the night. I never have a choice anymore. I learned that lesson the hard way.

I step away from the mirror on the bathroom smiling at my reflection. My arm has a bandage wrapped around it and I carefully pull it off. A scab has grown over the scar and I shake my head. As long as I do not bump into anything, the scab should stay intact. I drop the bandages into the trashcan hearing a car pull into the drive.