Fearless, Twilight (tylko EN pow. 100,000 słów)
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
Storyid: 4770452 FanFiction.net Name: Fearless Author: <html><head> <META HTTP-EQUIV='Content-Type' CONTENT='text/html; charset=UTF-8'> <META NAME='ROBOTS' CONTENT='NOARCHIVE'> <META http-equiv='X-UA-Compatible' content='IE=EmulateIE7'> <meta name="description" content="Twilight, Angst/Romance, pairing: Edward & Bella, After being adopted by Carlisle, Edward moves to Forks. There, he meets Bella and she is determined to fight his hidden monsters. AH"><title>Fearless, a Twilight fanfic - FanFiction.Net</title><link rel=StyleSheet href='/static/styles/fanfiction29.css' type='text/css' media='all'><script type='text/javascript'></script> <script type='text/javascript' SRC='/static/scripts/_master144.js'></SCRIPT> <script type="text/javascript"> if(getCookie('adblocker') < 1) document.write("<scr" + "ipt type='text/javascript' src='http://partner.googleadservices.com/gampad/google_service.js'></scr" + "ipt>"); </script> <script type="text/javascript"> if(getCookie('adblocker') < 1) GS_googleAddAdSenseService("ca-pub-1402966127069733"); GS_googleEnableAllServices(); </script><script type="text/javascript"> if(getCookie('adblocker') < 1) GA_googleAddSlot("ca-pub-1402966127069733", "ff_banner_728x90"); GA_googleAddSlot("ca-pub-1402966127069733", "ff_text_728x90_bottom"); </script><script type="text/javascript"> if(getCookie('adblocker') < 1) GA_googleFetchAds(); </script> <!-- END OF TAG FOR head SECTION --><link rel='shortcut icon' href='/static/images/favicon.ico'></head> <body style='background-color:#ffffff;margin-top:0px;' > <a name=top> Chapter 1 to 26 ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### Chapter: 1 Hey Everyone! This is my first attempt at writing Fanfic. I have been reading lots of stories and decided I would try my hand at it. Please let me know what you think. Also, I don't have a beta, and if anyone is interested, please let me know. Enjoy! All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. EPOV Prologue “Mom,” I whispered as a crawled along the floor. “Are you okay?” “Edward, baby you need to get back to your room.” “No.” I had reached her now and could see the blood dripping down her face. I saw the long cut on her forehead. I took the towel I carried in my small hands and began to press it to the cut. “I’m fine, please honey, get back to your room.” I shook my head again. I knew that if he came home and found me kneeling next to my mother there would be hell to pay. But I couldn’t leave her, not when she was hurt and bleeding. I may only be ten years old, but I would protect my mom. “Can you sit up,” I asked, again at a whisper. I helped her to a sitting position and examined her for more injuries. She seemed okay, but I had to make sure. From my room I had heard the crack as she had slammed into the table. My hands had fisted and I had longed to run out and help her. But I had learned from experience that running out of my room would only make things worse. I was too small to help my mom, now. She stood up now, weaving a bit as she stood erect. I hurried to her side and pressed against her, helping her stay upright. Her hand rested on my shoulder and she sighed. “I need to clean up.” I surveyed the room and nodded. He did not like to see the mess that he left. Quietly, I helped my mom pick up the chairs that had knocked over, the pillows that had been thrown around the room, lamp that had fallen over. We were almost done when the front door opened. Immediately, I threw my little body in front of my mom. I would protect her. “Edward,” she gasped and I felt her hands on my shoulders, trying to move me out of the way. I fought her, determined to stand up for her. I glared up at him, this man who hurt my mother so much. “You are supposed to be in your room,” he sneered, looming over me. I swallowed hard but would not let myself be afraid. “You won’t hurt her anymore tonight.” I said this with all the power and strength I could muster. He laughed, then his hand snapped out and back handed me across the face. I tasted my own blood in my mouth and it turned my stomach. But I straightened and refused to move. “So you are a big man now, huh?” He laughed again and the sound hurt my ears. But I didn’t move anything except my head, nodding up and down. He looked at my mother. “So, it appears you have a protector.” He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from my mother. He looked down at me, a question in his eyes. I slowly nodded, reminding myself that it was for my mother. If he hurt me, it was not my mother that would feel the pain. He turned, pulling me farther away and toward the closet, were he kept it. I closed my eyes, knowing what was going to happen and my heart tripped as fear began to pulse through me. “No!” my mother gasped, realizing what had happened, what was going to happen. “Mom,” I said as bravely as I could. “Go to your room, I will be fine.” I turned to her and tried to convince her with my eyes. I sense that she was giving up and I nodded. “Go,” I whispered. “I’m fine.” Indecision ran through her eyes as she looked from me, to the hand gripping my shoulder, to her husband. “Edward…” she whispered again. “Go!” I said again, firmly. I was doing this for her. He would not hurt her again tonight. She stared at me and must have seen something in my eyes, because she turned and was gone. Now, I looked back up at my stepfather. He was smiling, but it was not an encouraging smile. “So the boy has become a man.” I nodded, not trusting my voice. He yanked me closer to the closet, opening the door and grabbing his weapon of choice. He pushed me against the chair and I held onto the back of it to keep from falling as the belt began to fall. I bit my lip and closed my eyes to keep from crying out. I focused all my thoughts on my mother and on the fact that she was not feeling this, that she was safe. That I had finally done it. I, Edward Anthony Masen, had protected my mother. That for tonight, she was not on the receiving end of this. I was not huddled in my room, crying, wishing there was something I could do. And despite the pain raging over my back, I smiled. ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### Chapter: 2 Chapter One “Hey Edward!” I stopped at the sound of my name and groaned softly. Kevin Adams was rushing towards me. Kevin was the star baseball player for the Foreman High School Hornets. He was popular, with the classic good looks of a boy who had spent his years growing up in Chicago Illinois. He had golden hair, dark blue eyes, he was tall and tan. Most of the girls would tell you that Kevin Adams was built and then they would look at each other and giggle. He was one of those guys that was nice to everyone, no matter what social class they belonged to. He was my best friend. I ran my hand through my own reddish brown hair as Kevin came to a stop in front of me. “Hey man, we are going to play a game of pick up ball, you need to come.” He pulled on my arm, dragging me in the direction of the baseball field. “Kev, I would love to—,” I began. “Now Edward, please don’t tell me you have homework. It’s Friday! Come on!” He continued to drag me across the parking lot. For a second I imagined it. Staying and playing a game of ball with my friend. Just to stop and enjoy being seventeen for once. But my thoughts immediately went to my mother, if I wasn’t home before my father got home from work…I shuddered. “Come on man,” Kevin pulled on my arm again, realizing that I was about to turn back to my car. I looked at him, his carefree face and again pictured spending the afternoon playing a game that I loved. He wouldn’t be home from work until five. Maybe just an hour… “Okay. Just for a little bit.” “Yes!” Together, we ran to the field. I laughed a little as Kevin tried to keep up with me. I had always been faster. Kevin had tried for years to get me to join the baseball team. First when we were younger and he played Little League, and then again when we were freshman and he had tried out for the team. I refused, knowing there was no way that I could stay away from home that long. We reached the field and the other players cheered when they saw that I was with Kevin. “Edward! You’re joining us bro, that awesome!” Ryan Thomas slapped me five. “We want you on our team!” “No way! I got him here,” Kevin countered. “Play centerfield, Edward” he directed me. “Yes sir!” I grabbed a mitt and raced out to the field to take my position. Ryan was up first for his team. He picked up the bat and gave it a few practice swings. Kevin wound up and delivered a pitch any pro pitcher would be proud of. Ryan took a giant swing. “Strike one!” Justin, who was not a good player, but understood the game better than anyone, called from the umpire position. Kevin laughed and wound up again. Determination twisted Ryan’s face and he swung again, connecting with the ball. I watched it slam off the bat, almost as if it was moving in slow motion. I watched it speed to a place to my left and I took off. At the last minute, I leapt into the air and snagged the ball. I landed lightly on my feet and launched the ball back to Kevin. “Damn bro…” he shook his head and I laughed. The game continued, we took turns batting and fielding. I was having more fun than I had had in a very long time. After rounding the bases as my ball flew over the fence, I glanced at my watch and was shocked to see it was a few minutes to five. “I have to go.” Panic started to race over me. I couldn’t believe that I had let time escape me. “Now.” “Edward,” Kevin complained. “No, now.” I dropped the mitt. “I’ll see you guys on Monday.” I took off for my car, running faster than ever. I jumped into the old Volvo and threw it in gear. “Please let him be late, please, please, please” I repeated to myself over and over again. There was no guarantee that he what he would do if he got home before me. I saw his car in front of the house and my heart slammed to a stop. You irresponsible fool, my brain screamed at me. I got out of the car and raced to the door, not stopping until I was inside. “There you are, Edward. I was going to wait for you, but I had a really bad day at work, you know how it goes.” He took a chug from the Coors Light he held in one hand. In the other, was my old aluminum baseball bat. I swallowed hard and forced myself to say the words. “Where is Mom?” “In the family room.” I turned and started into the room. I fell to my knees next to my mother’s fallen form. “Mom,” I whispered. “Mom, I’m here. I’m sorry I’m late, I was playing ball…” my excuse died on my lips and again my brain screamed at me. Selfish! Selfish! Fool! Heartless! Monster. As gently as I could, I turned her over, gasping when I saw the blood covering her face. I tried to wipe it off as best I could. “Mom,” I whispered again. “Mom, please answer me.” I shook her and her head fell limply. “Mom! Mom, I’m here, please, please wake up. I didn’t mean too, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” I was sobbing now, choking on air as I wrapped my arms around her limp form. “Mom,” I cried again and again. But I knew, she was too still. There was no life emanating from her, I couldn’t sense her being like I could before. I knew. She was gone. “It felt good, it had been way too long since I was able to teach her a lesson. You always there, getting in the way.” I heard him walk up behind me, swinging the bat. He was enjoying the power, I could tell. I glared up at him, staring at him through the tears that pooled in my eyes. “I might have gotten a bit carried away.” He glanced down at my mother’s body. “But, you weren’t here and it felt so good.” I wasn’t here. My mother was dead. And it was all my fault. Monster. Hatred for this man welled up inside of me. I leaped to my feet, desperate to avenge my mother. I hadn’t protected her, but I would make him pay. He smiled when he saw the look of hatred in my green eyes. “Don’t blame me,” he spread his arms wide. “She’d be alive if you had been here.” The guilt of it made me stumble. My fault. My fault. Monster. “I would have beat on you like always, if you had been here. But no, you weren’t here.” He smiled. He tilted his head as he looked at me. “Did you have fun with whatever you were doing?” The question ripped through my brain, forcing me to remember those lighthearted moments on a ball field. At that moment, my brain shut off. I don’t remember much after that. I remember grabbing the bat from, watching his face turn to disbelieve as I raised it to him. I remember someone grabbing me. I remember struggling, pulling, trying to get away. And then I remember darkness. *** “What are we going to do with him?” A voice I had never heard before broke through the fog in my brain. The fog around me was beginning to wear off and I clung to it as best I could. I didn’t want to enter the world again. I didn’t want to face reality. I wanted to stay here, in this gray oblivion. I didn’t deserve a life anymore. I had failed the one person I had promised to protect. I heard a sigh. “No one has come to check on him.” They must have been talking about me. I had no family. My mother was dead. And her husband? I cringed. “Edward?” Darn it, they had noticed my movement. “Edward, are you awake?” I opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh hospital light. Why was I in the hospital? I turned toward the woman voice and saw a nurse bent over me. She gently brushed my hair off my face. “There you are,” she whispered gently. “Why am I here?” I managed to croak out. My throat was so dry! A doctor stepped into my line of sight. He had a youthful look about him, blonde hair, penetrating blue eyes. I squirmed a bit, feeling as if he was trying to see deep into me. “You have several broken ribs, a broken wrist, concussion,” he said quietly, listing off my various injuries. I did? When? Why? How? I asked only the last question out loud. The doctor smiled sadly. “Your dad got a bit out of control.” He did? But I thought…I tried to play back that last scene in my mind, but all I could remember was holding the bat. I frowned. “Are you okay?” I nodded, not really understanding anything. I shook my head to clear away the rest of the fog and grimaced as pain raced through me. “Careful,” the doctor said quietly. “My name is Dr. Cullen.” He added. I nodded again, but the fog was winning, and gratefully I slipped back into sleep. When I opened my eyes again, a woman was sitting next to me. She had caramel colored hair, a heart shaped face and blue eyes nearly as penetrating as the doctor’s. “Hello Edward,” she said softly when she saw my gaze focus on her. I licked my dry lips. “Hello, ma’am,” I croaked. Confusion spun my head. She must have seen the confusion on my face. “My name is Esme Cullen. I am Dr. Cullen’s wife.” Okay…but that didn’t really answer any of my questions. “It’s nice to meet you,” I managed, despite my dry throat. I felt ridiculous, but politeness was ingrained and this woman looked at me with such compassion, I couldn’t bring my self to be anything but polite. “Carlisle told me about you, I wanted to meet you.” She smiled at me and reached up to touch my cheek. I flinched and she lowered her hand. “Dr. Cullen, that is.” I nodded as if I understood. Why in the world would the doctor’s wife want to meet me? He must see hundreds of patients a day. She couldn’t possibly meet them all. “Would you like some water,” she asked. She must have noticed my raspy voice. I nodded and then watched her get up to find a cup. My eyelids felt heavy and I tried to keep them open until she came back, but again the fog claimed me. “You are right, Carlisle. He’s so young and alone.” I heard the soft voice and nearly groaned, I didn’t want any more visitors. I didn’t understand these people. And I just wanted to be left alone. If they knew the truth, they would not be wasting their time. “It’s heartbreaking to think of him in a foster home,” the same voice continued. “Yes my dear, that is why I wanted you to come meet him,” this whispered voice I recognized as the doctor’s. “I can see a goodness in him, I, too, can’t bear the thought of this soul lost in the foster system.” I almost laughed, if I wasn’t trying so hard to stay in my fog I might have. Goodness? Obviously this man didn’t know what had truly happened. I was a murderer, a monster. “What should we do?” the woman, who I had now figured out was Esme, asked. It was the prolonged silence that caused me to carefully slit my eyelids. I looked at the couple through my eyelashes and saw them staring at each other. They seemed to be having some kind of a silent conversation. And then Esme nodded and Carlisle beamed. He gently put his hands on her cheeks and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you,” he murmured. ...
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pldoc.pisz.plpdf.pisz.plgbp.keep.pl
|
