“Alice, you need to grow up,” I hissed, gently guiding her away from the bank of elevators. I wanted to rip into her, scream at her for awful behavior. “You’re having this temper tantrum because I asked Bella to be the other person to know the security code? Really?”
“You’re my brother. My blood!” she snapped, glaring at me. “She’s nothing but an entitled little cunt.”
My anger flared as I pinned her with an angry glower. “I am your brother, but we’re still strangers,” I snapped back. “All I know about you is that you are technologically brilliant, but you have anger management problems, attacking your birth mother on the promenade and throwing the world’s biggest temper tantrum because I wouldn’t share the security codes with you.”
“But, you trust that bitch,” Alice sneered, narrowing her ice-blue eyes. “She’s just like her dictator father. Fucking bitch.”
“That bitch sewed up your leg after you were attacked by that the water snake after you impulsively jumped into the river. That bitch lost her family, her father, in the most cruel way,” I explained. “Yes, we’re family, but I’ve known Bella for most of my life. I’ve known you for a minute and we met while you were in jail. Excuse me for not trusting you …”
“Like I told the bitch, when we get back to the drop ship, I think I’m going to join Jacob,” she muttered. “Now, I want to get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see your face. It’s clear you’re like them, your parents. Close-minded and incapable of loving a byproduct of your mother’s rape.”
“I’m not arguing with you,” I huffed, pinching my nose. “I’m also not like my parents, Alice. I just don’t know you. I want to, but your anger issues, along with your lack of impulse control make it really, really difficult. I care about you, and I’ll worry about you if you leave.”
“Yeah, I’ll make it easier for you,” Alice huffed. “Don’t worry. Don’t care. Just like I won’t worry or care about you.” She turned on her heel, stomping back toward the elevator.
Hearing that from my sister, made my heart shatter a bit. Even though we didn’t know each other, I loved my sister. I cared about her, and I didn’t want her to be hurt. If she went out on her own, she would be … hurt, or worse … killed. I couldn’t afford to lose any more family. I’d already forfeited my relationship with my parents by coming down to the surface. Now, my sister?
“Edward?” Bella called softly. She walked over to me, slipping her tiny hand into mine. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head, looking at Bella. Her skin was pink, slightly sun burnt from walking around in the sun. Her hair was curled over her shoulders, pulled back into a low ponytail. She had some tendrils framing her heart-shaped face. Her dark brows were furrowed as she nibbled on her lower lip. I wanted to nibble on that lip. What are you talking about, Cullen? How had I never noticed how beautiful Bella was?
“You can talk to me, you know?” she urged. “But, after we get off this floor. You’re the only one with the security code.”
“Right,” I chuckled, squeezing her hand. I opened the tablet, finding the code. We walked back to the elevator where I punched in the code. We all got onto the lift. My sister stood on the opposite side of the elevator, scowling angrily. “Where are we going?”
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