Yes, a Twilight inspired story.
Also, anyone who hasn't read Twilight--just so you aren't confused--Charlie is her father. She normally refers to him as Charlie for some reason. Charlie also refers to Bella, his daughter, Bells a lot. That's the only confusion here--with characters, I believe
The dreams flooded my head each night. Who was this Edward--and vampires? How fake! Laughing at the stupidity of my dream, I pulled off my comforter.
Two quick knocks came from my door. I would have screamed if I hadn’t heard the deep voice.
“Bells, I’m going out to breakfast. Want to come?” Charlie asked simply.
“Uhhh... sure, Ch—Dad, let me take a shower,” I retorted and tried to forget the thought of my fantasy vampires.
“Okay,” Charlie sighed and I could hear his footsteps fading.
Rolling out of bed, I dragged my feet across the dirty, tan carpet. When I reached the tile, it was freezing and sent chills through my spine. Hurrying onto the warm mat, I reached my hand into the shower and turned the knob to hot.
“Bella,” the velvet voice called.
I screamed and began panicking. Grabbing a tube of toothpaste--as a pathetic attempt to protect myself, I didn't even consider that the goop wouldn't be useful at all, or how the plastic holder wouldn't help. It probably could have helped against a human in some way.
Charlie’s voice shouted, “Bells! You okay up there?”
Glancing around, I sighed. I’m just tired, I thought to myself and crossed my arms. “Yeah, I just saw a spider,” I shouted, lying so I would sound sane.
“Okay,” he grunted and muttered something that I couldn't make out.
Ignoring the thought of the vampire and the dreams, I quickly slid out of my clothes. Climbing into the shower, I relaxed my body as the steam from the boiling water covered me like a blanket.
*
I threw some beat-up converse on and quickly tied them. Grabbing my jacket, I followed Charlie out the front door.
“So, Dad where are we going for breakfast?” I asked politely, already knowing that we were going to the diner by his station.
“The diner,” Charlie replied as he opened his car door.
Smirking at my correct guess, I walked to the other door, but something stopped me. A figure in the woods was just standing there. I could have sworn the eyes were staring at me. When I took a step forward, it disappeared.
A voice made me jump.
“Well, c’mon, Bells,” Charlie groaned as he opened the passenger door.
“Oh, yeah,” I replied, shaking the figure out of my head.
"What's up with you today?" Charlie muttered, although I could still hear it.
"Nothing," I retorted--even if he didn't want me to respond--as the figure crept back into my mind. You’re just tired, you’re just tired, you’re just tired, I kept telling myself as I got into the cruiser.
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