Glass House Ch26 Pic Tease

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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.”

Glass House Ch20 Song Teaser

The present ate me alive and the past swallowed me whole. In and out, in and out. Was I alone? Was she here? It felt like it sometimes, I even heard her voice, she called my phone, told me she got my message and that she was sorry for not calling sooner.

But that couldn’t be right, because I would know, right? Of course I would know, I wasn’t that far gone.

Glass House Ch 18 Teaser

I pressed the blade into the clump of powder, watching as it fell apart, unable to hold it’s shape as I sliced through it again and again. It felt oddly familiar. I dipped my finger into the residue and rubbed it over my gums, the feeling of numbness immediate.

I wondered how many more times the coke would slice into me, like the blade sliced into it, before I crumbled to dust as well.

At some point, something had to give, right?

Glass House Ch15

With a deep inhale and trembling fingers I pressed send and waited, my breath trapped in my lungs as the phone rang over and over.

Glass House Teaser Ch13

Let's meet......Royce.

“Bella? I’m so pleased to meet you; my cousin hasn’t stopped talking about your first interview.”

I lifted my gaze from the floor, startled by the easy smooth voice of the man whose tone instantly relaxed my tense posture.  When my eyes met his, they widened on their own accord, my body having no control over the pace of my rapidly beating heart. This man was beautiful.

Blond hair, soft blue eyes, and warmth permeated from his body, wrapping around and comforting me.

I was pretty sure I hated him for it.

“Hi, yes. I’m Bella,” I responded politely, not bothering to ask his name and feeling shitty for not doing so.

“I’m Royce, Esme’s cousin. She’s running a little late, and by late I mean she’s probably fixing her makeup after her nooner with her boyfriend Carlisle.”

The shade his face turned after his obvious word vomit could only be described as scarlet. He raised one hand to cover his eyes as his other tightened into a tight ball at his side. As nervous as I was, and as little as I cared about knowing anything about him, I couldn’t help the slight chuckle that spilled from my lips.

“Oh God,” he groaned, not bothering to uncover his eyes. “The next time Esme asks me to meet the newest employee, I’m telling her to let me finish Carlisle off so she can do it herself.”

All thoughts of professionalism left me as I double over and laughed, the sound foreign but both a welcome friend and a bitter reminder of why it was so uncommon in the first place.

“Shit―I mean damn, no dang.” He let out a harsh breath and squeezed his eyes shut, his face still the crimson side of red. “I’m so awkward.”

“No, it’s fine.” I smiled, my hand lifting to his bicep and squeezing before I realized what I was doing. The fabric of his jacket was soft, his form firm, the heat from his body...all wrong.