MORTAL LIABILITY-----Chapter #14
MORTAL LIABILILTY Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Sonia POV:
I stared up at Alice. She looked scared. “Are you okay?” she asked me obviously worried. I didn’t answer. I tried to look behind us to see if the werewolf was following us. But Alice wouldn’t let me. Suddenly the green walls disappeared and we were in a pale blue room and Carlisle stood in front of us. “What happened?” Carlisle asked; his eye brows pulled together. Alice and Carlisle began there conversation, too quickly for me to hear. Eventually Carlisle braced my finger.
Carlisle drove us home. I didn’t speak at all. I tried to hold back tears. When we drove into the driveway, I opened my door before the car had completely stopped. I went straight to my room and locked the door behind me. I plopped on my bed and cried silently. I felt so stupid and weak. I couldn’t do it…I hated myself. But most of all I put Bella in grave danger. The moment when she disappeared replayed in my mind. I put my face in my hands and wiped away my fallen tears. I heard a knock on my door, I didn’t answer. I moved off my bed and squeezed into the space between the bed and the bedside table. My finger throbbed in and out painfully. I wondered how Bella was doing…is Edward mad? I let out a short sob. I shook my head roughly; I forced myself to stop crying. I told myself it was unacceptable to cry. I tried to make that clear to myself before. I was told that bottling up my emotions wouldn’t help me, it would be better to let it all out. But obviously they didn’t know my problems. And I prefer to go in alone; I don’t need to be helped. I would just risk other people’s lives, for example, Bella. I try and make myself angry instead of crying over something. It works well for me; I am a lot more successful when angry. But whatever happened in the forest…I don’t know what happened. I know I am perfectly capable of killing…though I have never done it before.
My thoughts drifted off to my parents, I tried desperately hard not to think about them. But the horrible memories of that evening five months ago wouldn’t leave. It would soon be October, making it six months. It was my fault, I should have been there. I wasn’t sure how I would help but I felt guilty. I through my head back and it hit the wall. I wiped away my tears. ‘What happened?’ I heard Ellen in my mind
‘Is Bella okay?’
‘I don’t really know just yet…’ she answered; I sighed and ignored what she was telling me. It was a lot harder to ignore people when they talk in your mind. I reached under my bed and grabbed my CD player. I put on my headphones and turned on Tears Don’t Fall by Bullet for My Valentine. I turned up the volume so Ellen’s voice couldn’t be heard.
Minutes later I realized that what happened this afternoon wasn’t only my fault; it was Jacob’s fault as well. He told me that his family wasn't going to do anything yet. I felt my hand tighten into fists (but my right hand could only go so far because of my broken finger). That ass hole! I was so stupid to believe him. He’s dead.
There was another knock on the door. I stood up and sat on my bed. The door was forced open. “What happened?” Ellen asked I turned around to see Carlisle, Alice and Ellen standing in the room. “Is Bella okay?” I asked
“She’s fine, she’s with Edward” Alice told me. I nodded, relief swashed over me. I turned off my CD player. “So what happened then?” Ellen urged
“What do you think? Werewolf attack” I stated the obvious.
I realized something, a small detail. How come he didn’t attack on any other day? Why Thursday? How would he know if I was sick? How did he know I would be at school today and not on Monday through to Wednesday? Was this just coincidence? Again this has been a question for a while. They always know where we are-I am. Could somebody be tipping them off, telling them where I am and where I’m headed? It would have to be somebody who knows my family well. The only person left I could think of would be Ellen. No, definitely not, she was my family and she saved my life. I would be dead if she was helping them. But this was only a thought, the werewolves could just be everywhere, really good at finding us, following our-my scent (?) or maybe my family is-was really easy to find?
“Hello?” Alice called “You still here?” she added. I shook my head “Yah, so what else do you want?” I said, I had to admit I sound miserable. “How did he find you?” Carlisle asked
“That’s exactly what I want to know…but I heard him in the forest and I went to see if he was there” I replied truthfully. “You never listen do you?!” Ellen yelled at me.
“What?”
“How many times have I told you to run away when something like that happens?”
“Something like ‘what’ happens?”
“You hear something; see something, anything that is suspicious, you don’t look for it!”
“If I don’t look how will I find it?”
“Why do you want to?” she caught me off guard with that question. I haven’t told anyone that I wanted to kill the werewolf. I didn’t answer. “Do you ‘want’ them to kill you?” Ellen asked
“No” I answered simply, I realized I was frowning; I quickly changed my expression (blank expression). I glared at Ellen. “Are you done?” I asked calmly, Ellen glanced at Carlisle, probably asking him. “For now” Carlisle said slowly, his voice sounded concerned. Well he’s always concerned about my well being. I was very thankful, he and Esme made my life at their house as comfortable as life…how it used to be. Though I truly was thankful, it brought back unwanted memories. I watched the three of them leave the room.
I stood up and grabbed my guitar. My guitar brought back the most memories; it was my dad’s once. He taught me how to play it. I began a slow easy tune, something like a lullaby. As I played I seemed to forget what had recently happened, I forgot everything. I just listened to the melody, my thoughts focused on only the music. I felt every separate fret when I played each note. My thumb slid across the strings as if it was a natural habit. I began playing with chords, and I began to play a little harder. The music grew louder, no longer a soft lullaby. I snapped out of my daydream, more anger hit me as I remembered Jacob. I stopped playing. Why was it always so hard to find peace?
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Chapter 14
Sonia POV:
I stared up at Alice. She looked scared. “Are you okay?” she asked me obviously worried. I didn’t answer. I tried to look behind us to see if the werewolf was following us. But Alice wouldn’t let me. Suddenly the green walls disappeared and we were in a pale blue room and Carlisle stood in front of us. “What happened?” Carlisle asked; his eye brows pulled together. Alice and Carlisle began there conversation, too quickly for me to hear. Eventually Carlisle braced my finger.
Carlisle drove us home. I didn’t speak at all. I tried to hold back tears. When we drove into the driveway, I opened my door before the car had completely stopped. I went straight to my room and locked the door behind me. I plopped on my bed and cried silently. I felt so stupid and weak. I couldn’t do it…I hated myself. But most of all I put Bella in grave danger. The moment when she disappeared replayed in my mind. I put my face in my hands and wiped away my fallen tears. I heard a knock on my door, I didn’t answer. I moved off my bed and squeezed into the space between the bed and the bedside table. My finger throbbed in and out painfully. I wondered how Bella was doing…is Edward mad? I let out a short sob. I shook my head roughly; I forced myself to stop crying. I told myself it was unacceptable to cry. I tried to make that clear to myself before. I was told that bottling up my emotions wouldn’t help me, it would be better to let it all out. But obviously they didn’t know my problems. And I prefer to go in alone; I don’t need to be helped. I would just risk other people’s lives, for example, Bella. I try and make myself angry instead of crying over something. It works well for me; I am a lot more successful when angry. But whatever happened in the forest…I don’t know what happened. I know I am perfectly capable of killing…though I have never done it before.
My thoughts drifted off to my parents, I tried desperately hard not to think about them. But the horrible memories of that evening five months ago wouldn’t leave. It would soon be October, making it six months. It was my fault, I should have been there. I wasn’t sure how I would help but I felt guilty. I through my head back and it hit the wall. I wiped away my tears. ‘What happened?’ I heard Ellen in my mind
‘Is Bella okay?’
‘I don’t really know just yet…’ she answered; I sighed and ignored what she was telling me. It was a lot harder to ignore people when they talk in your mind. I reached under my bed and grabbed my CD player. I put on my headphones and turned on Tears Don’t Fall by Bullet for My Valentine. I turned up the volume so Ellen’s voice couldn’t be heard.
Minutes later I realized that what happened this afternoon wasn’t only my fault; it was Jacob’s fault as well. He told me that his family wasn't going to do anything yet. I felt my hand tighten into fists (but my right hand could only go so far because of my broken finger). That ass hole! I was so stupid to believe him. He’s dead.
There was another knock on the door. I stood up and sat on my bed. The door was forced open. “What happened?” Ellen asked I turned around to see Carlisle, Alice and Ellen standing in the room. “Is Bella okay?” I asked
“She’s fine, she’s with Edward” Alice told me. I nodded, relief swashed over me. I turned off my CD player. “So what happened then?” Ellen urged
“What do you think? Werewolf attack” I stated the obvious.
I realized something, a small detail. How come he didn’t attack on any other day? Why Thursday? How would he know if I was sick? How did he know I would be at school today and not on Monday through to Wednesday? Was this just coincidence? Again this has been a question for a while. They always know where we are-I am. Could somebody be tipping them off, telling them where I am and where I’m headed? It would have to be somebody who knows my family well. The only person left I could think of would be Ellen. No, definitely not, she was my family and she saved my life. I would be dead if she was helping them. But this was only a thought, the werewolves could just be everywhere, really good at finding us, following our-my scent (?) or maybe my family is-was really easy to find?
“Hello?” Alice called “You still here?” she added. I shook my head “Yah, so what else do you want?” I said, I had to admit I sound miserable. “How did he find you?” Carlisle asked
“That’s exactly what I want to know…but I heard him in the forest and I went to see if he was there” I replied truthfully. “You never listen do you?!” Ellen yelled at me.
“What?”
“How many times have I told you to run away when something like that happens?”
“Something like ‘what’ happens?”
“You hear something; see something, anything that is suspicious, you don’t look for it!”
“If I don’t look how will I find it?”
“Why do you want to?” she caught me off guard with that question. I haven’t told anyone that I wanted to kill the werewolf. I didn’t answer. “Do you ‘want’ them to kill you?” Ellen asked
“No” I answered simply, I realized I was frowning; I quickly changed my expression (blank expression). I glared at Ellen. “Are you done?” I asked calmly, Ellen glanced at Carlisle, probably asking him. “For now” Carlisle said slowly, his voice sounded concerned. Well he’s always concerned about my well being. I was very thankful, he and Esme made my life at their house as comfortable as life…how it used to be. Though I truly was thankful, it brought back unwanted memories. I watched the three of them leave the room.
I stood up and grabbed my guitar. My guitar brought back the most memories; it was my dad’s once. He taught me how to play it. I began a slow easy tune, something like a lullaby. As I played I seemed to forget what had recently happened, I forgot everything. I just listened to the melody, my thoughts focused on only the music. I felt every separate fret when I played each note. My thumb slid across the strings as if it was a natural habit. I began playing with chords, and I began to play a little harder. The music grew louder, no longer a soft lullaby. I snapped out of my daydream, more anger hit me as I remembered Jacob. I stopped playing. Why was it always so hard to find peace?
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