Glass House Ch26 Pic Tease

Next chapter will post tomorrow. It's the last one. I love you guys so fucking much!!!!

I looked back out the window, the momentary light, happy feeling passing as quickly as it began.

Esme noticed; she noticed everything.

“You know, he’s in a better place, right? All of the suffering, the pain he was in trying to get better; it’s over now. He’s at peace, Bella.”

“It’s just so unfair,” I croaked, “it was too soon; he was too young; he’s supposed to be here.”

Everything in my life was falling into place, everything was on the mend...until it wasn’t.

“You know if you want to talk, I’m here. Anytime. I’m just down the hall.”

“I know.” I nodded, reaching up and squeezing her hand, offering her a small smile even though what I really wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry about all of the things that I―that we―had been cheated out of.

Glass House Ch25 Teaser

Here's a little mini teaser since I'll be updating sometime tomorrow afternoon. I'm off to the Grouplove concert now! See you lovelies later!


I pushed my way to the other side of the bed, ignoring the demands and protests of the hospital staff. I grabbed his face and turned it toward me, my jaw clenched.

“Don’t!” I spat, fear causing my body to surge with anger and desperation. “Don’t you do that. You fight for me, damn it. I’m not ready, I’m not ready to lose you. You stop that right now.”

He’s coding! It’s too much! NURSE, CODE BLUE!”

“Edward, no. No, baby, no. Stay with me, please. I’ll stay with you forever; it’s okay; I’ve got you. I love you.”

Time stood still as they shocked him with paddles over and over again. The flat-line of the heart monitor carving me into a million pieces.

Glass House Ch23 Teaser

*not beta'd*

The weekend passed quickly, and dragged at the same time. I called Edward a couple of times, but each time his phone went straight to voice mail. I tried to push down the feelings of unease growing in my chest, that maybe he’d spoken too soon and he wasn't okay with what happened between Royce and I after all.

By Wednesday I was a wreck. No communication from him at all. No texts, no calls, nothing. What other explanation could there be for his absence other than he’d changed his mind?

“Have you tried calling anyone to check on him?” Esme asked as I twisted my fingers nervously.

“I don’t have a lot of options,” I confessed. “His father ran out on him and his mom when he was a kid. His mom...she died a few years ago, and since he’s left the band I can’t imagine he’s still talking to any of them, not after everything that happened.”

“What about your Dad?”

“I called him, but he can't make it up there until this weekend. I even called Emmett last night, but he didn't answer. Not that I blame him, I wasn't the most pleasant person the last time we spoke.”

“So are you going to wait for your dad to check on him?”

I shook my head vehemently. “I can’t wait that long.”