Ruby Swan: Twins with Trouble.

Chapter Three: We're Getting Out of Here.

  I woke up from my amazing dreams of the russet skinned man to a throbbing pain in my cheek and my stomach. Well that's unpleasant. I thought of the teenager from my dreams. He seemed oddly familiar, and I felt like I knew him. His face was distinctly stuck in my mind. He had such kind eyes, and I felt warm every time I dreamt of him. Not hellish Arizona summer warmth. But the warmth of a fire after coming in from a cold winters day. The warmth of a nice cup of hot chocolate after a day of unending rain. Not to mention his body felt like the freaking sun! Maybe he had a fever or something? Then again, why would he be outside talking to me if he was that sick? I shook my head, thinking of what he said. What the heck is an imprint? Did he really want to be my girlfriend? Does he even exist? With my luck he is probably just some invention of my imagination. A glorious invention.

As I remembered his words, his voice gave me shivers. It was deep, but still had a sound of youth and carelessness to it. It was calming. I remembered his house. It was covered in red paint that seemed to be chipping away and fading. The house was indeed, small. But it wasn't so small that it was cramped. It was cozy looking. Safe. It looked older than I think it was, probably from the weight of time. There were white wooden porch rails surrounding it and it had a ramp connected to them, to the door. Why would he need a ramp connected to his house? I thought again of his appearance. He was abnormally muscular, like he had been on steroids. I wasn't complaining though. His biceps were bigger than my head! Sadly, it was time to start the day, and stop the daydreaming.

Pulling the covers off, I got out of bed. I stretched my aching limbs, feeling my joints crack. I let out a loud sigh of relief. The sun was shining unbearably bright, and was almost blinding. I darted over and quickly shut my blue curtains. Ah, that's better. One of the worst things about living in Arizona besides the heat was the never ending, blinding sun. I would kill for a rainy day. Hell, even a cloudy day. I had never seen snow before, besides for in movies or something like that. Apparently when my parents loved in Forks, it snowed the day me and Bella were born. I wish I could have a white Christmas. I looked at the clock, which read 5:00 am. I shuddered. Far too early. I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand. I guess I should clean up around here.

I winced as I bent over to make my bed. The pain in my stomach was protesting against the sudden movements. I think I can remember Reneé striking me there last night during her freak out. Sometimes I swore that woman was either bipolar or demented. She had to be. ( No offense to any of my readers who may be bipolar, I have had friends who are bipolar and I'm so sorry for what you have to go through! It's just for the characters own thoughts!!!). I sighed. I probably had some great bruises from her. I picked up some of my dirty laundry off of the floor and put in in the clothes hamper with a sigh. Picking up anything I found on the floor that during belong there, and putting it in its rightful spot. Or the trash. When I was done, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Maybe Bella was right when she said that cleaning helped relieve stress.

Walking over to my mirror, I saw that the left side of my face was almost completely covered in a large purple, blue, and yellow bruise. It looked grotesque against my pale complexion. I reached my hand up to touch it, and immediately pulled it back That hurt like a bitch!!! Remind me not to do that again. I pulled up my night shirt to investigate my stomach pain. It had to have been bad if it was causing me so much pain. I hardly believe that it would look normal if it hurt so much. Looking up into the mirror, I couldn't help but to gasp at what I saw in the reflection.

There was a large green, blue, and black bruise covering the upper half of my stomach. If you looked closely, you could make out the imprint of a fist on it. You could also make out the shapes of some of my mothers rings, including her wedding ring. I knew better than to touch it this time. It looked absolutely hideous. I shook my head. How could someone who is supposed to love their children do this? I was so done with her. I won't take this anymore. My own mother shouldn't be treating me like her own walking, talking, punching bag. I was her daughter. Her flesh and blood. She should love me and treat me the same way as she does Bella. I turned around and walked to my bed side table and grabbed my phone, going to the apps papulling pulling out the camera icon. I carefully held it and took pictures of my bruises. I went to my contacts list until I found who I was looking for. Dad 🕶 ( If it doesn't show up, there is a sunglass icon next to his name.) I hit send on the pictures and started typing with shaking hands.