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Chapter 41 - Quasimodo - The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Quasimodo is kind-hearted and gentle. He is fiercely loyal and protective of Esmeralda.
Hey, Edward,
How
was your scrimmage? Did you win? I'm sure you keep score, right, even
if it's a practice game. Did the new formation cause you any trouble?
What did your coach say to you when the game was over? Did you score,
did Jasper? Please tell me Emmett didn't let that one guy you told me
about get one past him!
I thought about you all day, and
imagined what it will be like to watch you play. I can't wait to see it.
Maybe we could play together sometime. You would take it easy on me,
wouldn't you? I used to play, before Mom's … you know. I think I might like to play again one day.
Phil's leaving tomorrow. It's been nice having him here, but I know being here with Mom
the way she is, it's hard for him. He doesn't really go in her room
very often, I think it hurts him too much. We worked on the car a little
bit, it should be ready to go soon. While you're away at camp maybe
I'll work on it some, I don't know. I don't think I'll play much when
you're gone. Somehow I don't think it'll feel the same.
I keep looking up, hoping I'll feel you out there, but you're not. It kind of scares me how much that affects me.
Well, since you're not here, I think I might go inside.
It's cold and I'm tired.
I hope you come tomorrow.
I miss you.
I need you.
Yours,
Bella
I
sigh and it's not the good kind either. The kind that makes me feel
warm and tingly and makes my knees bounce up and down. Nope, this one is
more like trying to take a deep breath because my lungs can't find
enough air. My stomach churns and my fingernails dig into my palms.
Fuck.
I
feel just as bad, worse even, than I did when I crept into my bed just a
few hours ago … after not seeing Bella … and read her words the first
time. It took about all I had not to go right back to her house, to her
and make her tell me what's wrong. In fact I was halfway down the steps
before I heard the toilet flush in my parents' bedroom, so I hurried
back to my room and climbed into bed.
Something's wrong.
Something's very, very wrong.
Bella rambles. It's cute and adorable and quirky and it makes me smile.
This, doesn't make me smile.
At all.
I
hold the notebook tightly against my chest as if keeping her words
close to me will somehow ease her pain. And my girl is hurting, there's
no question about it. I can feel it, as much as if there was a knife
slicing open my skin and salt was poured on the gaping wounds.
Did
something happen to her mom? Is she sad because Phil's leaving? Is Phil
taking her away? Is she mad at me? Is all of this too much for her?
I
groan and roll over, still holding the notebook to my chest and stare
out the window. I waited for her last night, for hours I stood and
stared at her door, just willing her to come out, but she never did. It
was bound to happen sooner or later, me going to her and her not coming
outside, I just wasn't prepared for how much it would hurt, like a blow
to the solar plexus, knock the wind right out of me hurt. With Phil
here, having to go to Seattle for my scrimmage, the 4th, and my dad's
schedule, there hasn't been much communication as of late.
It's
almost insane how much I crave her words now. I always want her, of
course, but I need her to talk to me every bit as much. I feel every
word she writes, because I know she's talking to me; her heart's talking
to me. Which is why this last letter is about enough to make me want to
pull my hair out.
I know her. Know the way she writes, know her
voice through her words, and I know if she would have been able to come
outside last night, there wouldn't have been any playing. Dancing maybe,
reminiscent of that one night that seems like almost a lifetime ago,
when she was hurting so badly. She's danced some since then, but never
like that. I'm not sure I ever want to see it again, either, knowing the
pain she's using to punish her body, but I also know if she doesn't let
it out somehow, it will consume her.
And there's no way in hell I'll ever let that happen.
I need her too much.
Yours,
Bella
I
try to concentrate on those words, and allow the soothing comfort of
knowing how true that is to seep into my skin and spread from my toes to
the tips of my fingers and all the way to the top of my head. She is
mine. I am hers. Whatever it is that's caused her to hurt we'll face it
together because she's not alone in this, not any more.
Finally, I
force myself out of bed, achy and sore from both the scrimmage, the
long car ride, and late night getting home. It's Sunday so that means
it's chore day. Normally I'd complain or at least mention a few times
that Sundays were supposed to be a day of rest, to which my mom would
simply give me that Mom look, and I'd go do all the things I'm going to
do anyway, but today, I attack with more gusto than is probably wise.
I need to keep my mind busy …
I
mow. I clean the pool. I do some laundry, clean my bathroom – which I
have to say is probably much cleaner than most – change the sheets on my
bed, and I even wash my car. I spend the entire day with my ear buds in
and try not to worry about Bella, or what Coach told me last night, or
anything else and just be.
By the time I'm done and have
napped, showered, and changed clothes, Dad's home and it's time for
dinner. I hear Mom in the kitchen as I walk down the stairs.
"Oh that poor girl, Carlisle!" she sniffs and I freeze, knowing immediately who she's talking about.
Dad
sighs, the doctor one that's full of medical knowledge and compassion.
He normally puts most people at ease when he does it, but for me, right
now, not so much.
Not even a little bit.
"I know,
sweetheart. I got the file of course while we were gone and skimmed it
then but spent some time studying it this past week. It's just a
horrible situation for all of them," he says, sounding tired and sad.
"No kidding," I mumble.
I hear cabinet doors close and plates clank. "Is there any hope of recovery?" Mom asks and I suck in a sharp breath and hold it.
I know the answer.
I hate the answer.
I don't want to hear the answer.
But he says it anyway.
"I'm
a doctor, Es, so I always believe there is hope, but realistically,
objectively, there is very, very little. Mrs. Dwyer has been in the
state she's in for over a year now and in that time there's been no
change. Not even a tiny blip of improvement."
Hearing those words
obliterates the last shred of hope I had for Bella and for Renée and I'm
barely able to keep myself from collapsing onto the floor. I already
knew it, deep down anyway, but hearing the words from my dad makes them
so much more real.
Fuck.
"I can't even imagine what that
family must be going through. It's just tragic and then to have to make
the decision about when and how to say goodbye and let that poor woman
rest in peace … it's just awful." Mom sniffs, and I can tell from the
tone of her voice she's already trying to figure out ways to help.
"I've
spoken with the husband and both nurses, the nurses more frequently
though. I think he's already accepted that his wife's gone; it's the
daughter that's having difficulty right now."
"That poor girl," Mom says and I can just see her shaking her head at the unfairness of it all.
I
hear the ping of silverware, then the oven door open and close. The
tinkle of ice in glasses and the faucet turn on. My parents move from
the topic of Bella and her mom to plans for the upcoming week. Normal,
everyday activities that make up the soundtrack of my life, and things
Bella won't ever share with her mom again. No chopping vegetables for a
salad, or frosting a cake for a birthday, or standing at the kitchen
sink washing and drying dishes together while a radio plays in the
background. All things I know she's done before with her mom because
she's told me, but after listening to my dad, things that seem
impossible now.
I can't stand here any longer, because really all I
want to do is walk out the front door and march straight over to
Bella's. The only thing stopping me, besides the whole we haven't even
met yet and this is not how I want it to happen aspect, is that Mom's
made her famous Italian sausage lasagna for dinner and I smelled
brownies earlier, too.
Hey, I'm a growing boy, I always want food.
I
try to put a smile on my face when I walk in the kitchen, though
thoughts of Bella and what my dad said swirling in my mind make it a
little difficult. When Mom smiles at me as I walk in, I'm happy that my
smile feels natural and easy.
I wish so much Bella could have the same thing.
"I knew you'd be down as soon as you smelled food," she says, grinning as I take my seat next to my dad.
"The
yard looks good, son, and I see you cleaned the pool, too. Do you need
extra money or are you trying to soften me up so you can ask me
something?" Dad teases as he takes a drink of his iced tea.
I
shrug and start to slouch down in my chair until Mom raises one eyebrow
and I sit back up again. "Nah, just in the mood to stay busy I guess." I
hedge, hoping that neither one of them can hear the sadness that's
eking out.
Mom hands out the plates and we all dig in, the only
sounds are ohhhs and ahhhs, a few groans, mostly from me, and the
clatter of forks against ceramic. Once dinner is half done and
conversation starts once more, I know Mom will bring up Bella.
She
doesn't disappoint. "So, Edward, have you seen a new girl around town
yet this summer? She's your age and will be starting school with you in
the fall."
I almost choke on my lasagna. Even though I know it's
coming, hearing my mom talk about my girl, even though she doesn't know
she's my girl yet, is just plain weird.
"Um, no. The guys and I
have been pretty busy with practice and then we just hung out here most
of the time while you were gone, so there hasn't been much time for
anything else," I sputter, my throat still burning from hacking up a
lung.
"Well, I'm sure you and your friends will be just what she needs. She's ah …"
It's so out of character for my mom to stammer, which only makes my pulse race and my knee bounce beneath the table.
She
sets her napkin down beside her plate and she looks at my dad and then
at me. When she does, I see everything Bella must see when someone talks
to her and I understand her even more than I did before. Pity, sadness,
empathy all shine out of my mom's eyes and my nails dig into my thighs.
"The
poor girl is all alone, well mostly anyway, and she's dealing with so
much. She'll need friends, Edward, so you be sure to look after her,"
she says with a sad smile and pats the back of my hand before standing
up to begin clearing the dishes. Dad follows right behind, leaving me
alone.
"Way ahead of you, Mom," I whisper and stare out of the window.
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