Revenge

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

( Two Years Earlier )

"Lizzy! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" I hear Ed shout.

"Coming!" I say, and grab my sketchbook and bag pack and run out my room.

"Finally!" He says, waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I roll my eyes and he smirks before turning to leave.

"Edward and Elizabeth Smith!"

We both stop as our mom's voice echoes through the house. I look at him. He's looking at me. 'Do we go still?' he mouths. I shake my head and he groans.

"Yes, mom?" I say, we wait.

"Come here." She yells, her voice coming from the kitchen. We groan and head towards the kitchen.

Sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen are our parents. My dad reading the paper and drinking his coffee at the same time. My mother standing next to him, her hands on her hips. She looks at us.

"You're going to leave without breakfast?" She says.

"Mom! We don't have time!" Ed groans out next to me.

"Edward James Smith. It's 6:59! I know classes don't begin until 8:20. You have enough time." She begins to set up plates and glasses.

"I have football practice!" He tries again.

"I know it ended two weeks ago, Edward. Sit down."

He begins to start again but stops and takes a seat. I sit down across from him. Mom made chocolate chip pancakes. She places two on my plate and moves on to Ed. He butters them down and squeezes a bottle of syrup on them.

"Edward." My mom says from across the table. He shrugs and digs in.

Thirty minutes later, we finish and Ed right away jumps out or his seat and starts to leave.

"Ed!" I yell.

"Come on!" He shouts. I sit there for a minute to make him mad. My parents look at me amused. After two minutes, I hear him honk. I laugh.

"Hurry and go out there, Sweetie. He's going to get angry." Mom says.

I nod and get up. I walk around, placing kisses on their cheeks.

"I'll be expecting my cookies, mom!" I yell on the way.

"Sure, Sweetie." She shouts back, and Ed honks again. I laugh and run out the door.

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====• Present •====

"Name?" The meaty guard at the front of the line says.

"Nicole Taylor."

"Taylor. Taylor. There you are. Walk straight in Ms. Taylor. You have yourself a great night." He says and let's me pass.

Amazement hits me as I walk into the room. Crystal chandlers hang from the ceiling. Gold and silver designs aligned the walls. Mirrors on the walls, reflecting back the huge crowd. The lights are high, but give it a dim look to it.

"Hello, Beautiful."

I turn my head and come face to face with a middle aged man cradling a glass of wine. White blonde hair, patches really, and almost black eyes. I smile and look away. Anger trolls through me as I feel a arm snake around my waist.