easier to resist than I would have thought. I simply said, "No." She continued to try to convince me, but I wasn't listening. I was still saying no, and privately consumed by the mystery Fredward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Fredward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.⁹⁹ I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be; as any normal, sane person should be.
I decided I might as well go to bed early that night. Charlie continued to watch me anxiously, and it was getting on my nerves. Why did he have to care about me now, when I clearly didn't want anyone to care about me? I stopped in the bathroom on my way to empty the bottle of Tylenol into my hand. It did help and, as the pain eased, I drifted to sleep.
That was the first night I dreamed of Fredward Cullen.

















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