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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: “What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted.


Bella Swan knew the difference between right and wrong. After all her father Charlie was the Chief of Police. However, where things were usually black and white for Charlie, Bella knew there was always a shade of gray to everything. Sometimes this put her in precarious situations with Charlie, especially when he saw it as black and she knew it was gray.

So it was no surprise when Charlie came home from work one Tuesday night seething with anger.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted.

“Daddy,” she knew when to play that particular card, “it’s not…”

“Don’t you ‘Daddy’ me young lady. This is serious. And don’t tell me it’s not what I think because it is exactly what I think! You’re going to be grounded until your hair turns gray. Now go to your room.”

Oh no, she thought, he’s going to send me to my room. Where my stereo, TV and computer are. The horror. Charlie had seen her smirk so instead he told her to sit at the table. He stomped up the stairs and Bella heard him enter her room. Soon after she could make out his mutterings and heard things being moved around. She knew then that he meant business. He had made several trips from her room to the small guestroom down the hall. This really made her nervous. Obviously he was taking all her technologic luxuries away from her. Then she heard hammering. What the hell was he doing, she wondered. She prayed silently that he would forget about the cell phone.

Ten minutes later Charlie came back downstairs and stood directly in front of her. He held out his hand and even though she knew what he wanted she wouldn’t budge.

“Isabella Marie. Hand. Me. The. Cell. Phone.”

“But what if there’s an emergency and I need to get in contact with you?”

“Well since you’ll only be leaving the house to go to school you don’t need to worry about it.”

“And if something happens at school?”

“Then the school will call me. Bella just because I’m lax on some things doesn’t mean I was born yesterday. Now give me the phone.”

“Fine. But you’re ruining my life.”

“Funny I was going to tell you that you were ruining your life.”

“How would you know? You won’t even let me explain!”

“That’s right I won’t. Because you are the child and I am the parent!”

“What…you’re…I’m? Are you kidding me? If you’re not at work you’re down at Billy’s. I spend more time in this house then you do.”

“Bella, go to your room. We’ll talk again once we’ve both calmed down.”

Bella went up the stairs, making much more noise than her father had before her and slammed her bedroom door shut for dramatic effect. Her room looked like someone robbed it. There were empty spaces where all her beloved machines had once been. Their wires splayed on her desk, TV stand and dresser. Her room looked bare. She looked at her window that faced the front yard and her heart stopped.

“Oh shit.” He had nailed her window shut. That could only mean one thing.

He knew.

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Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M, EPOV from Chapter 20

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Prompt: Headstrong

I didn’t want to go to the courthouse. I didn’t want to hear the lecture from from my brothers for the millionth time. I didn’t want to see her in yet again another vulnerable position. But most of all, I didn’t want to want those things.


I’ve lived a long life and I can honestly say that nothing had ever scared me like that night in the woods. I went and made promises to her I had no business making. It just wasn’t me I would be putting in danger if I told her but my whole family. I really did want to give her the answers she was looking for. I felt an unexplainable pull towards this girl from the moment I saw her. She soon became all I could think about. My brothers and I were out hunting when I saw a flash of her in the madman’s mind. I took off with my brothers following close behind me. I am still astounded at the total trust they have in me that they followed without any explanation.


Thankfully we got there in time for him to do anything more heinous than he had already done. And as much as I wanted to dispose his body, Jasper made me see reason. Emmett was talking to her, trying to calm her but it wasn’t working. He tried to get Jasper to help him but it wasn’t working. Jasper and I came up with a plan and as I walked towards Emmett I noticed her visibly begin to relax. The only problem is Emmett also noticed. He insisted I take her home . After I talked to her and let her know what was going on I picked her up and that was it for me. The minute my hands touched her I was lost. The second I held her in my arms I was found.


It was that thought that was in my mind as I stood outside the county courthouse willing myself to not go in. So I walked up the steps and pulled open the heavy wooden door and I felt it. The hum of vibration that happened whenever Bella was around. I felt at peace immediately and could see her at the end of the long hallway pacing. I walked towards her now unable to stop the pull. She didn’t hear me approach so I cleared my throat as to not startle her. I had noticed she had been skittish this last month.


She turned around and hurled herself at me. I caught her in my arms. I held onto her tightly, silently asking for her forgiveness for being so distant. Having her in my arms again was heaven. She belonged there, close enough for me to always protect her. And love her. Yes, I loved Bella Swan. I was in love with a human. I had tried my hardest to stay away, even when my brothers began to date her two best friends, proving to me it could be done but I couldn’t chance hurting her.


My brothers didn’t understand why, as Jasper said, I “wouldn’t let myself be happy.” They didn’t see her eyes the night she was attacked. The fear in them was palpable. I promised myself I would always be around to watch over her and would never let anything hurt her again. Especially me. I didn’t trust myself to not hurt her. It wasn’t just physically that I was worried about hurting her but emotionally as well. I knew that if we were to be together I would never be able to keep anything from her. How does one tell the girl he’s in love with that he too is a monster? That although that vermin had hurt her with hate, I could hurt her with love? A hug, A kiss, a stroke of her cheek with just too much pressure could end her. I had tried to explain this to my brothers until Emmett had told me to stop being a “Nancy boy” and “get over” myself. I untangled myself from the embrace.


“The jury is still out,” she said. I could tell from her eyes how deflated she felt.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way they would set him free. Especially after what he did to you.”

I felt the venom pool in my mouth as I said this. If they did set him free he wouldn’t last long. This I knew.

“You can’t know that Edward.” I think that’s the first time she ever said my name and I would beg to hear her say it again.

“But I do know that Bella. I have faith in humanity,” and I was not human, “so should you.”

“So you’re talking to me?”

“No, I just figured you’d need a shoulder today.”

“Oh. Does that mean I only have today?”

I knew what she was asking. I just wasn’t sure what I would say.

“Bella, I know I said I would explain but I just don’t think it’s possible right now.”

I really am a jackass. That was the best I could come up with? I could see her frustration at me.

“You called me Sweetheart.” I call you love now.

“Emmett called you Honey.”

“You carried me.”

“You wouldn’t let either of my brothers.” Thank god.

“You called yourself a monster.”

“You…” Damn! She was on to me.

Luckily my brothers and Rose and Alice were coming towards us. Jasper smiled at her and squeezed her shoulder but Emmett had to pick her up in a bear hug. He said it was their “thing.” I think he did it just to piss me off. All I knew was that my brothers were getting a lot more physical with Bella than I was. And they weren’t hurting her.


I eyed my brothers and we walked down the hall a bit to talk privately. They were all ready to start yelling at me if the looks on their faces was any indication so I cut that off immediately.


“I can’t stay away from her any longer.”

Jasper smiled and Emmett punched me in the arm.

“It’s about time dumb ass.” Emmett was always so eloquent.

“I’ve explained my reasons enough. Just help me come up with a way to win Bella’s heart.”

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Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s: M, part of Chapter 11:Evil

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Prompt: Phrase Catch: Repeat the following phrase to yourself five times, open a blank document and begin: “The jury is still out.”

I paced anxiously up and down the hallway. My heels clicked against the tile in a steady beat that seemed to lull me. My lips moved with silent words only I could hear. I’m sure I looked crazy. But I didn’t care. For months I had breathed this. I had slept this. I had lived this. I had no more answers than I did that night I had walked home from spending the night with Alice and Rose. The night I had been attacked in my forest. The night I became a victim. The night that the Cullen boys had saved me.

It was also the one and only time Edward Cullen (or as I liked to call him Saveward) talked to me. Touched me. Cared for me. He brought me back to my house where a frantic Charlie came bursting out of the house. Edward had explained to him what had happened. Now when I say explain I mean lie. I know I was under “stress” but I also know what I saw. I saw that man fly into a tree. I just don’t know how it happened. The only logical conclusion was that Emmett, by far the biggest of the three, had somehow managed to toss him off me in such a way that he appeared to fly.

The explanation that Edward promised never came. He never called me ‘sweetheart’ again. It had been a month and he had barely looked at me. But I knew he watched me. I could feel it. In my room at night I would thrash around in my bed with visions of the attack. Somehow though I always woke refreshed, like I had slept well. I had that sense of peace that I had had when Edward carried me home. He had to be getting in my room, which just made me feel crazier than I already did. Yet, he continued to act as he did in the beginning. I was so confused. Especially since his brothers took an active role in my life these days. It was sweet but stifling. I didn’t need bodyguards, I needed answers. I needed Edward to supply those answers.

Someone cleared their throat behind me and when I turned around there stood the boy that I had recently hung all my hopes on. Before I knew what I was doing, I launched myself into him and he wrapped his arms around me. It was like I never left. It was like I was home. I felt calm all at once. We didn’t speak, we just held onto each other. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that. Minutes, hours, days. I just knew that I felt whole again. I didn’t feel like a victim, I felt like a survivor.

He pulled away from me eventually, looked towards the courtroom doors and raised his eyebrow in question.

“The jury is still out,” I said.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way they would set him free. Especially after what he did to you.”

I swear I could hear venom dripping in his words.

“You can’t know that Edward.” I think that’s the first time I ever said his name. He must have thought that too because his eyes got a little brighter.

“But I do know that Bella. I have faith in humanity. So should you.”

“So you’re talking to me?”

“No, I just figured you’d need a shoulder today.”

“Oh.” Seriously? What was his game? “Does that mean I only have today?”

He knew what I was asking. I knew what I was asking.

“Bella, I know I said I would explain but I just don’t think it’s possible right now.”

“You called me Sweetheart.”

“Emmett called you Honey.”

“You carried me.”

“You wouldn’t let either of my brothers.”

“You called yourself a monster.”

“You…” Ha! I had him and he knew it.

Just then Alice and Rose came walking towards us with Jasper and Emmett. Yeah, somehow his brothers managed to snag my best friends but he wouldn’t give me the time of day. Except for now. Jasper smiled at me and squeezed my shoulder but Emmett had to engulf me in a bear hug. He said it was our “thing.” Whatever. All I knew was that I had a lot more contact with Edward’s brothers when all I really wanted was more contact with him.

The brothers had walked down the hall a bit whispering and throwing angry looks towards Edward while Rose and Alice tried to act as if we spent every afternoon on a courthouse. Apparently one of them must have read somewhere that it’s a good idea to try and keep things as normal as possible in this type if situation.

Alice was the first to take the plunge. “So what’s going on?”

“The jury is still out.”

Now Rose, “and Edward?”

“The jury is still out.”

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she laughed

We’ve had this same fight every week for 5 years. We do not deter from it. It’s our “thing.” We have known each other since we were in the womb; our mothers being best friends. We were born two weeks apart. She is my best friend, the sister I never had. We have always agreed on everything. Except for this. We have never fought. Except for this. We were undivided. Except for this.

“Bell-ah.” Ugh I hated when she did that.

“Just once listen to me. Please. I am your best friend. I love you. I would not steer you wrong.”

“Alice, let me ask you a question. In five years have I ever backed down? That’s 52 weeks a year, 260 times, have I ever relented?”

“Well, no. But I will not give up!”

“And I will continue to wear it.”

“Bella. Honey. Sweetie,” uh-oh here it comes, “you will not catch any guy’s eyes, let alone Edward’s wearing that monstrosity.”

“Alice. Honey. Sweetie. My grandmother made this for me. You remember my Grammy? We used to have sleep overs at her house. She taught us how to build a fort when we were five. She rented us ‘R’ rated movies when we were eleven. She showed us how to become blood sisters when we were twelve.”

“I am aware of all this Bella. It doesn’t mean that wearing that is a good idea. Grammy meant as much to me as she did to you. And trust me she would put your teenage happiness above respecting her from the grave.”

So here’s the crux of our relationship. My Grammy, whom I loved as if she were my own mother, had made plenty of clothes, jewelry and other knick-knacks throughout my life. But this necklace she made me for my 12th birthday. It was the last birthday I had with her. I felt the need to wear it about once a week just to be close to her. It wasn’t the prettiest necklace I owned, in truth it probably was the ugliest necklace I owned. But she made it for me, with her arthritic hands, and cataract ridden eyes. I treasured it above everything else she ever gave me.

Watch how I can manipulate my best friend.

“Alice, this was the last gift she ever made me. Remember my birthday? She was so proud and wanted me to open her present last? The look of pride on her face that she made me that because my mom refused to buy me one?”

“Yeah I remember. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she laughed.

When we were twelve, charm necklaces were the rage. Yes, I said rage. My mother refused to buy me one. I never knew why, I just knew she was ruining my life. I spent weeks crying to my Grammy about it. Then on my birthday, when I opened my present from her it was a charm necklace that she had made. I don’t know how but she managed to find small chain linked metal and spray painted it neon pink. Then she must have taken some Monopoly game pieces and fashioned them to the necklace. It really was hideous. But she was so happy to give me something I wanted I vowed to her I would always wear it. And I did.

So for five years, 52 weeks a year, 260 times total, my best friend and I would fight this out. I always insisted it was an ice breaker, she insisted it was a deal breaker. It was our ritual, our way of remembering Grammy. And we wouldn’t change it for anything.