Chapter 7- Return of my Nightmares
May 1919
I approached the train station slowly. Abigail and Tom were accompanying me. The past two years had actually been quite peaceful without the constant stream of beatings and disapproval of each movement I made.
We waited as the train came to a complete stop in front of us and women and children all around us flooded around the doors to greet their loved ones. I was one of the few who stood still staring at the train. All the others were elderly, too old to rush adelante, hacia adelante o I was sure they would be doing so. The crowd slowly cleared and I spotted Charles making his way towards me.
There was a sudden feeling of fear spreading through me. Both Tom and Abigail were holding onto one of my arms each for support. My legs were wobbling and I felt dizzy. Tom led me backwards to a bench, I sat and watched as my husband approached. He was smiling. Just like when he left. “Esme,” he nodded.
“Hello Charles. Welcome back,” I tried to smiled back at him. I didn't know where this fear was coming from but I was completely terrified.
“Thank you,” he continued to grin slyly.
Tom continued to stand siguiente to the bench looking at me anxiously. “Esie? Are tu alright?” he asked worriedly.
“Of course Tom, you're being silly. I'm fine,” I looked at him with the same jokingly scolding look I had on the día Charles had announced our marriage. In truth I was far from fine. Charles wanted something.... I knew it most likely wouldn't be anything good either. Tom helped me stand up, while Charles was glaring at him. “Who is this Esme?” he asked looking at me.
“This is my best friend Thomas Bentley,” I told Charles. “We've been friends since we could speak.” I explained. “This is his wife, Abigail,”
“Oh. Alright,” he seemed skeptical but didn't argue.
“If tu don't mind we'd like to offer tu a ride home,” Tom dicho steadying me as I wobbled some more.
Charles grabbed my arm to help steady me, then looked at Tom. “Alright, I don't have a car with me and our inicial is ten miles away,”
Tom nodded and led us all to his car. Charles helped me into the backseat then slid in siguiente to me, allowing Abigail to sit in the front with Tom. I looked out the window at the passing landscape as we headed inicial and tried to focus on what was happening now and not what would happen when I got home.
May 1919
I approached the train station slowly. Abigail and Tom were accompanying me. The past two years had actually been quite peaceful without the constant stream of beatings and disapproval of each movement I made.
We waited as the train came to a complete stop in front of us and women and children all around us flooded around the doors to greet their loved ones. I was one of the few who stood still staring at the train. All the others were elderly, too old to rush adelante, hacia adelante o I was sure they would be doing so. The crowd slowly cleared and I spotted Charles making his way towards me.
There was a sudden feeling of fear spreading through me. Both Tom and Abigail were holding onto one of my arms each for support. My legs were wobbling and I felt dizzy. Tom led me backwards to a bench, I sat and watched as my husband approached. He was smiling. Just like when he left. “Esme,” he nodded.
“Hello Charles. Welcome back,” I tried to smiled back at him. I didn't know where this fear was coming from but I was completely terrified.
“Thank you,” he continued to grin slyly.
Tom continued to stand siguiente to the bench looking at me anxiously. “Esie? Are tu alright?” he asked worriedly.
“Of course Tom, you're being silly. I'm fine,” I looked at him with the same jokingly scolding look I had on the día Charles had announced our marriage. In truth I was far from fine. Charles wanted something.... I knew it most likely wouldn't be anything good either. Tom helped me stand up, while Charles was glaring at him. “Who is this Esme?” he asked looking at me.
“This is my best friend Thomas Bentley,” I told Charles. “We've been friends since we could speak.” I explained. “This is his wife, Abigail,”
“Oh. Alright,” he seemed skeptical but didn't argue.
“If tu don't mind we'd like to offer tu a ride home,” Tom dicho steadying me as I wobbled some more.
Charles grabbed my arm to help steady me, then looked at Tom. “Alright, I don't have a car with me and our inicial is ten miles away,”
Tom nodded and led us all to his car. Charles helped me into the backseat then slid in siguiente to me, allowing Abigail to sit in the front with Tom. I looked out the window at the passing landscape as we headed inicial and tried to focus on what was happening now and not what would happen when I got home.
Max's POV
When we rushed in Sergeant rayo, ray office and I saw Addi lying there on
the floor anger just rushed over me. Sergeant rayo, ray quickly tried to
fight us but between the both of us we had him pinned down on the
floor within seconds. As Jordan was holding Sergeant rayo, ray on floor I
rushed over to Addi. I checked to see if she was breathing and that
made me a little calmer but not enough. So I grabbed the phone on the
escritorio and called 911. When the police and ambulancia arrived I was happy
cause I knew that she was going to be okay and Sergeant rayo, ray was going
to jail. Jordan and I had to stay on campus we weren't allowed to
leave.
When we rushed in Sergeant rayo, ray office and I saw Addi lying there on
the floor anger just rushed over me. Sergeant rayo, ray quickly tried to
fight us but between the both of us we had him pinned down on the
floor within seconds. As Jordan was holding Sergeant rayo, ray on floor I
rushed over to Addi. I checked to see if she was breathing and that
made me a little calmer but not enough. So I grabbed the phone on the
escritorio and called 911. When the police and ambulancia arrived I was happy
cause I knew that she was going to be okay and Sergeant rayo, ray was going
to jail. Jordan and I had to stay on campus we weren't allowed to
leave.
10. Take her credit cards and shopping vouchers, hold them above your head and tell her to “jump for it”.
9. Tell her if she was just a few centimetres shorter she could legally be a midget.
8. Wear the trashiest possible clothing whenever tu can.
7. Tie her up in a straightjacket. When she protests, tell her she needs to go back to the loony bin.
6. When tu go into the sun with her, fall into a twitching heap on the ground and moan “I’m melting.”
5. Pelt her with cloves of garlic.
4. When she gets a vision, ask if her “spidey senses” are tingling.
3. Trip her up and ask if she saw it coming.
2. Ask her what tu will be doing in five minutos every ten minutes.
And the Number One way to annoy Alice Cullen?
1. correo electrónico her dozens of application forms for the position of speaker on psychic hotlines.
9. Tell her if she was just a few centimetres shorter she could legally be a midget.
8. Wear the trashiest possible clothing whenever tu can.
7. Tie her up in a straightjacket. When she protests, tell her she needs to go back to the loony bin.
6. When tu go into the sun with her, fall into a twitching heap on the ground and moan “I’m melting.”
5. Pelt her with cloves of garlic.
4. When she gets a vision, ask if her “spidey senses” are tingling.
3. Trip her up and ask if she saw it coming.
2. Ask her what tu will be doing in five minutos every ten minutes.
And the Number One way to annoy Alice Cullen?
1. correo electrónico her dozens of application forms for the position of speaker on psychic hotlines.