I Hate Twilight — 9

It is now ten o’clock and I’m getting ready for bed. I walked out of the bathroom in my purple tank top and black boxers. I locked the windows in my room; still the words Edward said to me hung on the edge of my mind. “ I’m never letting you go. Ever.” It kept echoing in my head.
I lay down on my bed, when I heard a tapping sound on my window. I knew it was Edward, so I didn’t answer.
I snuggled into my cozy covers, a shiver ran through my body, followed by another. Confused, I wondered what it was.
Please, God, I’m begging you, let it not be Edward. I turned and came face to face with Edward. I closed my eyes with a sigh.
“What do you want, Edward?” I asked trying to keep calm, I didn’t want Marie to awake by falling onto the kitchen.
He pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead. I tried my hardest not to vomit.
“You spoke my name instead of something nasty,” he said happily kissing my forehead again. Heck, if he does that more time, I’ll have to have that patch of skin removed... or it could just be replaced with something purple. Yeah, purple. I started to daydream about a purple me, with black polka dots, riding a skateboard with Bam and his friends... and Ville... hmm Ville...
“Are you listening to me, Phoebe? You have some drool,” Edward said, wiping my drool away. “What are you thinking about?”
“Ville Valo,” I said, dreamily.
“I’ll kill him so we could be together, forever.” That scared me a little. “Anyway, as I was saying, we will get married have a child; Carlisle says the baby will be half human and half vampire. Then I will bite you and we would spend eternity together.” Now, he was the one with the dreamy look in his eyes.
I was not getting Prego with that. This sparkly snowman was off his rocker, a real loony.

I woke the next morning still in Edward’s arms.
“Scram,” I ordered wiggling around. He looked sad but let me go. I went into the bathroom to get changed, and then returned to my room fully dressed and clean. “Why the hell are you still here?”
“I’m taking you to school so everyone knows that you are mine, and completely off limits,” he said possessively.
I needed to think quickly. I wrapped my arms around his waist as I lay my head on his chest. He, more than happily embraced me back, burying his face into my hair.
Stupid revolting creeper.
“Edward, I’ll meet you in the car, OK,” I said with a smirk.
He nodded, kissing my forehead. I gave him a forced fake smile and let him go. Once he was out of the room, my smile vanished.
Great, that’s just great, now I need another shower. But I just settled on spraying myself with some smelly stuff.
I grabbed my stuff and jumped out the window. I looked around. Once it was clear I walked down my drive, a little paranoid.
I arrived at school with no problems. I walked straight past the Cullen’s and saw Rosalie glare at me. Perfect. I went over to Rosalie, whose glare hardened.
“Rosalie, I need to talk to you in private,” I said in a business tone. Nodding her head, she followed me to a picnic bench.
“I don’t like your brother. Can’t you get him to leave me alone, put him on a leash or something?” I said in the same tone.
She looked at me perplexed.
“He says you both love each other and blah, blah, blah,” she said, waving her hands about for the ‘blah’ part.
I scoffed. “Yeah, right. He stalks me, tells me that he is going to kill anyone who stands in his way, tells me that I’m going to have his bastard, tells me that he’s going to marry me, and tells me that he wants to turn me into a vampire.” I looked to the floor with hatred. “I decided to tell you, seeing as you wouldn’t ignore it and be on Edward’s side with this.” I sighed.
“But.” And that was all she said. She appeared confused, but when the information had sunk in, she was fuming. “So that’s why whenever Esme asked Edward to bring you over, he’d always make up some excuse,” she muttered to herself.
“Look Rosalie, I know for a fact that you don’t like me, but I’m begging you to keep Edward as away from me as possible. I want a normal life, I want to grow old, have as many children as I can; I want to marry to the person I love and grow old and die with him.” I looked down at the floor with tear-filled eyes.
Come on, fall for it. I wouldn’t care if I was a vampire nor never had children, but I wanted nothing at all to do with Edward. I really didn’t want to lie, but this was the only hope I had left.
I looked at her from the corner of my eye to see her face had softened. She rubbed her hand on my back, as I was ‘crying’, but inside I was jumping for joy that she believed me.
“Alright, I’ll help you,” she agreed, her voice soft and sympathetic.
Yes! Sucker. I happily smirked on the inside.

ROSALIE’S POV

When Edward’s ‘mate’ came walking over to me, all I wanted to do was tear her apart.
“Rosalie, I need to talk to you in private,” she said in a business tone. Nodding my head, I followed her to a picnic bench.
“I don’t like your brother. Can’t you get him to leave me alone, put him on a leash or something?” she said in the same tone.
I looked at her perplexed; I thought they loved each other.
“He says you both love each other and blah, blah, blah,” I said, waving my hands about for the ‘blah’ part. I looked at her amused as she scoffed.
“Yeah, right. He stalks me, tells me that he is going to kill anyone who stands in his way, tells me that I’m going to have his bastard, tells me that he’s going to marry me, and tells me that he wants to turn me into a vampire.” She looked to the floor with hatred. I glanced at her, taking it all in. “I decided to tell you, seeing as you wouldn’t ignore it and be on Edward’s side with this.” She sighed.
“But.” And that was all I said. I was still a little confused, but when the information had sunk in, I was fuming. I couldn’t let him do that to her. “So that’s why whenever Esme asked Edward to bring you over, he’d always make up some excuse,” I muttered to myself, realising that everything she said just might be true.
“Look Rosalie, I know for a fact that you don’t like me, but I’m begging you to keep Edward as away from me as possible. I want a normal life, I want to grow old, have as many children as I can; I want to marry to the person I love and grow old and die with him.” She looked down at the floor with tear-filled eyes.
I can’t, I will not allow Edward to ruin her life, I thought in anger.
When I looked at her again my face softened. She really didn’t want this life. She wanted a normal one, just like me.
I rubbed my hand on her back as I saw tears falling to the floor.
“Alright, I’ll help you,” I agreed, soft and sympathetically.