CHAPTER 6 - The Halloween Party

“Meeting time! Everyone gather around!” Mr. Waddles yelled.

All the stagehands and cast stopped chattering long enough to hear what the director had to say and then went back to their earlier conversations. Mr. Waddles, annoyed, screamed out “Shut up and sit!”

This stopped everyone.

“Now. Before we all leave, I must remind you that the show will be during the first weekend of November. You all practiced hard and long doing some the choreography over the summer and into the school year. I’m very proud that we all accomplished this and I know we will put on the best show this year! Remember, do your best and for God’s sake Tom learn your bloody lines!”

Everyone snickered as Tom Reiner’s face went red.

Shaking your head, you glanced over at Carrie. Recently, she has been acting odd sort of late. She didn’t call you names, punch, or even vandalize your locker in over a week. In fact, she rarely spoke. It was like she was a whole another person. As much as this relieved you, it was strange to see her like this.

“Psst! (You)!” whispered Rachel.

“Hmm?” you responded, as you faced her.

“Have you heard the latest?” she asked giddily.

“No, what?”

“Mark! I heard he’s going to ask you out later today.”

“Really? Today? How, I mean, where did you find out?” you asked.

She smirked. “Before rehearsals. Jerry told me.”

On cue, Jerry Butler sat down beside you. He threw you his trademark smile and said, “Yup, it sure is (you). Mark told me himself.”

“My God! This can’t be happening!” you gasped.

“Believe it (you). Hey, did you guys notice Carrie’s behavior lately?”

You and Rachel nodded. “Well,” he continued. “I heard that Carrie saw someone from the past. I don’t know all the details but whomever she saw, it scared the heck out of her!”

“Is that why she’s been so quiet?” Rachel murmured.

“Yeah. She hasn’t spoken a word to anyone. Not even Missy, and you know how close they are,” Jerry went on.

“She’ll get over it,” you piped up. “Watch. I bet tomorrow she’ll be back to her usual spiffy self again.”

“Yeah right. There’s Mark! Go on, (you). Go to him,” Rachel encouraged you.

“All right. Wish me luck!”

“Good luck!” Jerry and Rachel whispered.

Taking a deep breath, you got him and went over to where Mark was standing. He was deep in thought, but when he caught sight of you, his countenance brightened.

“Hi (you),” he greeted.

“Hi. So, are you excited about the show?” you asked.

He nodded. “I’m even more excited about the Halloween party coming up soon at Rick’s. Do you know him?”

“Yeah, he’s in my Calculus class. Rick always knows how to throw a good party,” you said.

“That he does. I was wondering, maybe, if you consider going to the party with me. If not I totally understand. But I was hoping before that, we could, say go to the movies or something on Friday?”

Your eyes grew wide and you hardly heard yourself say, “Yes.”

“Terrific! I’ll come around your place about 7 all right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wonderful. I’ll see you then.” Mark flashed you a grin and headed out the doors with his friends.

It came. Your wish had come true.

* * * *

“Tell me again with every detail,” Chris begged as soon as you finished.

“Again? Chris, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” you groaned.

“Just until I get tire of hearing how Mark so smoothly said those enchanting words, ‘Go to the movies or something’.”

“Forget it. Three times is enough. You’ll hear it again when I tell Mom and Dad,” you promised.

“Okay. So, did you tell him yet?"

“Him?”

“Edward!”

“Eddie? Um, no, I haven’t,” you spoke as it hit you. What was I thinking!?

“Look, I’m happy for you sis, you know that. But is Mark still the same to you?” Chris inquired.

“Same to me? I suppose-“

“Either yes or no (you).”

“Yes.”

“All right then. I guess that’s all that matters now. I’m sure Edward would understand,” Chris’s voice trailed off.

“What does that mean?” you barked.

“It means he would understand. Once you explain not only was it a fantasy you had since forever but what you did to achieve it. Tell him how you dyed your hair darker so you will appear more mysterious and more of a singer to Mark. And how you completely changed your personality from a confident and opinionated girl to a more subtle and quieter girl. Or the real reason you took up singing. You sang because of him. You begged our parents for those singing lessons.”

“It’s none of your business Christina, so lay off!” you growled. “So what? I’m happy. I think that’s all that matters. Because of Mark, I was able to bring out my dreams of becoming an opera singer. I was terrified to tell them that it was true and not some childish thought! What about you Chris? Are you ever going to tell Mom and Dad what you want to do? What you secretly been doing in your room for the past three years?”

“They know what I want to be.”

“No, not a lawyer Chris.”

She didn’t reply. Chris got up and left your room. You sighed. You never could figure out why you two were scared to tell them anything. Well, things that concerned your future.

Chris, unbelievable, wants to be a ballet dancer. The tomboy girl who goes around and messes with the boys wanted to be a dancer. She had costumes she made and magazines stashed throughout her bedroom. You took ballet for a few years and so you were able to teach her some of the basics. And since Tiffany is a ballet dancer, she taught Chris as well.

Another artist. Your parents wouldn’t approve.

Letting the subject drop, you went back to Mark and Edward. You were ecstatic and in that time frame you forgot that Edward was here. How you could have forgotten was beyond you, but you had to face him sometime before Mark comes to pick you up on Friday. You could already see the disappointment and loneliness in those dark orbs and you fought back a sob.

Sometimes it would have been easier if he hadn’t come in the first place.

* * * *

During dinner, Chris wouldn’t make eye contact with you. You didn’t care what she thought. The only thing on your mind was how you were going to break the news to Edward that night. You had a few scenarios running through your mind that you could use to approach the matter, but they all led to the same outcome.

The sadden expression on that pale face.

You shivered and continued to pick what was on your plate. Your parents, surprisingly, were in a talkative mood and conversation went from one thing to the next. Normally, you would be eager to add your input on the daily current events, but not tonight. Tonight wasn’t going to be good.

Edward noticed how the sisters weren’t talking. Chris was a shocker but you. There was something that was bothering you. He could easily tell in your troubled hazel eyes that once in a while flicker to life when asked a question. In the pit of his stomach, he knew something bad was going to happen. What he didn’t know.

You noticed Edward’s concern glaze at you tried to ignore it by putting on a happy face. Somehow, you knew that wasn’t going to fool him. Edward was too smart. It was like he knew all your sorrows that you hid within you. It was comforting, yet, unsettling at the same time. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted… you didn’t know what you wanted.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have much to think on the topic no more. Benedict Arnold decided to take actions into her own hands.

“Have you guys heard that (you) is going out with Mark Sawyer tomorrow?”

“What?” “Really?” your parents said at once.

All eyes were glue to you and you swallowed uncomfortably. So much for waiting thanks to Christina Rush.

“He ask me after rehearsals,” you mumbled.

“(You) that’s wonderful!” your mother cried. “I told you he was going to sooner or later, sweetie.”

Your father concurred. You shifted about in your seat and glared towards your younger sister who sent you a small smile before stuffing her mouth with more lasagna. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Edward. You could already see in your mind’s eye the look of betrayal.

But an unspeakable force pulled you to gaze into his face.

The pitiful sight tugged at your heart as his brown eyes were downcast, unwilling to meet yours. You couldn’t see this, but in the corners of his eyes, tears began to swell. He knew this was going to come and when it did, he knew what your answer would be. As much as he would hope that it wasn’t a “yes”, he thought perhaps your feelings changed.

He knew he wasn’t the only one who felt this connection. It was plainly seen in your eyes and in your actions. But could it be you truly had feelings for Mark that were stronger than what you feel for him? Then again, how did he know if you felt the same way as him? Sure you had your tender moments, but was that it? Nothing more than a friendly touch?

You couldn’t take his silence anymore and you abruptly left.

* * * *

The night proved troubling to you as you dreamt of Edward being alone. Always alone. It didn’t matter who was also there, he was alone in the cold dark. You awoke in the middle of the night bathe in sweat and tears. You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to do something.

You crawled out of bed and quietly tiptoed down the hallway to the basement stairs. Your dad set up a cot down in the office for Edward to sleep on. You reached the bottom of the steps and your breath became caught in your throat at the sight before you.

Edward was curled up in a ball with his hands stretched out in front of him. No doubt to prevent any unpleasant marks from occurring. His unruly hair was a mess around his handsome pale face, his eyes, closed with peaceful content. It was hard to imagine him being plagued by demons of any sort.

He was so innocent looking like a child. You knew the feeling growing within you was more than infatuation.

Moving swiftly, you came closer to gaze more into him. You noticed his white cheeks were stained from tears and you held back a cry that was so painfully stabbing your heart. How you wanted so badly to take him in your arms and take away the anguish he was feeling!

You stopped your watching and knew there was only one way to solve all of this. You knew everything there was about Edward. You knew what it was like to be held in his arms. His hands had nothing to do with him and how you felt. You were sure your parents would help him, but that won’t be until later on. You made your mind up about Edward Scissorhands. The question, unanswered, was all Mark.

* * * *

Edward hid in the kitchen the next night. Tonight was your date with Mark Sawyer. He didn’t… couldn’t go out and meet him. He didn’t want to. He knew he lost.

Lost? When did I ever fight for something I never had? he bitterly thought. He kept to the shadows and his heart almost ripped out of his chest when he heard your squeal of “He’s here!”

He listened carefully as the front door opened and closed. He wanted to see him. Yes! He wanted to know what Mark looked like. Carefully, without making any noise, he retreated from his safety spot and slowly turned his head around the corner.

Mark was standing by the door, talking immensely with your father. He wore a pair of color fading jeans with a long light blue stripe tee. His flaxen hair was slightly wavy and his blue eyes glistened when they rested on you.

Jealousy swam through Edward at the bold look he was giving you. Cocking his head, Edward watched as you nervously smoothed out your black skirt. You were the image of an angel truly. The snowy white sweater jacket covered your bare shoulders that were once shown from the soft pink top you wore. Your raven tresses were pulled up with a few stray strands framing your delicate porcelain china-doll face.

Why you wanted to go out with him Edward couldn’t fathom. He wasn’t so spectacular from the way you portrayed him to be. In his head, Edward prayed that this date would go horribly so you won’t ever see Mark again. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, you and Mark were gone.

~Three Hours Later~

You finished with your good-byes to Mark and entered the house. The date went well. So well that they were no traces of any flaws of any sort. Mark was a complete gentleman to you and not once did he try anything funny. You were somewhat disappointed in the aftermath. You were hoping this would make it easier for you to make up your mind.

The only thing that came as a surprise was the kiss he gave you on your front porch seconds ago. It was so sweet and warm, without a hint of any offense. It was, daresay, magical.

He then asked if you wanted to go to Rick’s party on Halloween and you agreed. This date didn’t prove much, except the wondrous after taste from his lips. You frowned in frustration. You wanted this so badly and it happened! Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to gloat over the developments that were happening. Hopefully, this party would make the final decision.

~Day Before Halloween~

The rest of the weeks flew by at an astounding speed and before you knew it the party was a day away. Your costume was picked out and now laid gently on your bed. You were going as a Skeleton Bride. Your dress was a silky white that went down to your toes. The veil, you made, was an old tiara with lace attached all around, but the front. You wanted it as the length of your hair and the front not covering your face.

It was beautiful.

You were excited about the party. It was your first social party you were attending. Anyone who was anybody was going to be there. Chris was still sore with you, but apologized for her behavior that night. You accepted her apology and understood why she did so. She was looking out for Edward in her own way.

You sighed happily. This would be one night you will never forget.

* * * *

Carrie Bogg sat at her desk chair, staring blankly at her computer. Her mind couldn’t erase that sight of seeing Edward Scissorhands in the flesh. Why is he here? she thought desperately. Her grandfather spoke well towards him and in all her years she never heard anything bad about him, except by those who didn’t personally know him. Her first thought was to tell her dad or at least her brother, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

After all these years he decided to make a reappearance of some kind, she mused. But why (you)? She may not be new to this area no more, but that doesn’t mean she’s still new to the secrets that lurks here.

She paused in her thoughts to glance over in the nearby mirror and a crooked grin appeared. She was always told she looked like her great-aunt Kim and she could see the relation from pictures. Could it possibly be that Edward is still in love with her deceased relative? Did he creep over to the old house just to see her once last time?

She could picture his disappointment when all he saw was you and your stupid family. Then again, he looked contented if that was the right word. She sighed. Tomorrow night was the Halloween party and she had yet picked out a costume. She didn’t even have a date. She would have gone with Mark, if it hadn’t been for your voice, which attracted him. Her hand came together in a fist and she angrily slammed it against the wooden desk. Curse you!

She thought for sure having Andrew taking care of Christina would have you think twice about going out with Mark. Her brother was reluctant at first, remembering that she beaten him up, but eventually caved. He was filled with pride when Chris made a poor attempt to defend herself. He got back at her in ways he never dreamed of and Carrie had to force him to keep his mouth shut about the conquest. Though, it did break Christina’s spirit, it didn’t have much of an effect on you as you ended up going to the movies with her ex-boyfriend.

Carrie knew she had the greatest weapon on her side. Her knowledge of Edward was unknown to you and she had the upper hand. She could easily get Mark back without trying too hard. She hadn’t thought of it before until that moment. If that wasn’t enough to have you possibly back down from Mark or perhaps dropping your lead in the musical, she could use Edward to her advantage. She could pull off the charade of pretending to be Kim just to crush you. Oh, how sweet revenge was! You ruined her life. You embarrassed her in myriad of ways that you couldn’t comprehend.

Picking up the phone, she dialed Mark’s house. There was no doubt in her mind that you couldn’t refuse going to the party, even if your date happened to… ahem…. be “sick”.

* * * *

“Oh, I understand completely, Mark. Really I do. All right then. I hope you get better. Bye.”

You hung up the phone. You were a bit disheartened of the news about your date’s health. He seemed fine the other day, but you could never predict nature’s unfairness. It didn’t matter. Mark insisted you to still go to the party without him and hopefully tell him all about it later. You gave in much to your protests. It didn’t seem fair to go without him. And you were hoping this would help with your decision.

But wait!

You needn’t go alone after all. It was a crazy thought that you first dismissed, but later changed your mind.

“Eddie!”

~Rick’s House, Halloween~

After your constant nagging, Edward agreed to go with you to the party. You insisted that since it was Halloween no one would notice his true identity. He was just like everyone else with a real cool realistic costume.

You both showed up at the house, you in your bridal outfit and Edward as himself. He was nervous about this, but you squeezed his arm reassuring and gave him a wide smile. “It will be all right,” you said. “If you get uncomfortable, let me know, and we’ll leave. Okay?”

He nodded.

The door opened and the person who greeted you in the gorilla costume was no doubt Rick.

“Hey (you)! Glad you could make it! Whose your friend?”

“Um, this is my neighbor’s nephew, Erik. He was visiting and since Mark was ill I thought it would be nice for Erik to know some of my friends,” you explained.

“Ill? Sure, come on in!”

You both went inside and you couldn’t help the delighted laughter coming out. You were here. At last! You recognized a few people from your classes and some around the area. Black and orange decorations hung just about everywhere. Black cats, pumpkins, ghosts, and witches were found throughout the large house.

Edward felt your fervor as well. He blended in so well! Everyone was dressed up in some tasteful and some tactful outfits. He saw someone dressed up as a clown, another as a Playboy bunny, and there was a boy wearing a grotesque mask that had red liquid within it to look like blood. He never thought he would ever get a chance to experience something like this.

You squealed with happiness when you found Rachel as a Midnight Priestess. You pushed through the mass of people to get to your best friend.

“Rach! I didn’t know you were invited!” you cried.

She laughed. “I was lucky. Rick asked me, believe it or not. So where’s Mark?”

“He didn’t come. He got sick, but I brought a friend with me. You should meet him,” you exclaimed.

“Sick? (You), are we talking about the same Mark Sawyer?” she asked in disbelief.

The look on your friend’s face caused your features to drop. “Rachel, what are you talking about?”

Noticing your distress, Rachel tried to cover up. “Never mind. Forget what I said. I must have seen another Mark. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal,” you repeated. “Rachel, you can tell me.”

The blonde bit her bottom lip. “Oh (you) just forget that I even mentioned his name. Oh! Is that your friend over there? That’s some costume he has there! Hey! She’s over here!”

You were about to ask her more when Edward came up.

“Hi. I’m Rachel and you are-?”

“Erik,” Edward replied, remembering the name you gave him.

“Sweet costume. Let me guess. You’re supposed to be Jason from Friday the 13th. No, that’s not right. Freddy Krueger! I thought so because of your hands.”

He looked down at them, not sure what to say. He didn’t know who Freddy Krueger was.

“No, I’m Edward Scissorhands,” he softly corrected.

“Edward Scissorhands? Good idea.”

Rachel looked back to you and guilt overwhelmed her. She was your best friend and she couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. This would surely destroy you if you knew…

You knew her all too well and you silently pleaded with her to let you in on this. Taking a deep breath, she spoke, “Go outside and look for one of the benches.”

Confused and curious you followed her instructions. You didn’t hear her quickly whisper to Edward to go with you because you’re going to need it.

You reached the deck and climb the few steps down to the ground. The moon’s lighting showed you to your destination. Rick’s parents owned a great deal of property and his mother owned her own garden with a few benches to look out into it. Heisting up your gown, you made your way to the benches and what you saw made you sick to your stomach.

Mark Sawyer, who claimed to be sick all right, was in a lip lock with none other Carrie Bogg herself. Unspeakable grief struck you as you hopelessly gaze as the two continued their “reunion”. Your chest heavily rises up and down as tears began quietly streaming down your face. You choke back a sob as you slowly began backing up. You wanted to get away from this.

You turned and you felt your legs running away. Away from them and away from the party. In the distance, you heard Rachel and Edward’s desperate cries of your name but you ignored them. You kept running until you hit the end of the street just in time as your knees gave out. You clung tightly to your face as your sobs grew louder and powerful.

You sensed rather than saw your friends behind you and you couldn’t bring yourself to look into their faces. You were too ashamed.

A tentative arm reached out and gently went around your waist, careful not to hurt you. You felt another arm go across the opposite direction of your waist and pull you towards a hard body. His head came to rest on top of yours and held you in this position for some time while your soul poured out from your cries.

You had your answer.

* * * * *

CHAPTER 7 - The Sign

Rachel helped Edward taking you back home. Your parents and Chris were shock to see you guys back so soon. Rachel quickly explained what happened and said it was a good thing that Erik was there to help you. She stayed a bit longer, making sure you were going to be all right before heading off. She called Rick from your house saying she wasn’t coming back.

God bless her soul, you thought. You lay back on your pillows staring blankly at your ceiling. You couldn’t believe this happened. You thought Mark was totally over Carrie and he was only interested in you now. Looks like Carrie got her revenge, you thought angrily.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Everything was all a lie. Mark never had any feelings for you. You were thankful Edward was there with you, but that was it. You knew who the better choice was, but you couldn’t help feel otherwise. All your dreams were crushed in a single moment as flashbacks of that kiss came back to you. You let out a cry of pain before more tears came. You wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth and never come back.

Edward was standing in front of your door, listening to your heart-wrenching sobs. He wanted so badly to go in there and comfort you the best he could, but your parents insisted to let you be until you calmed down. It killed him to hear you like this. He also hated Mark for hurting you so. He had you believing in such fantasies only to destroy you so soon.

A sympathetic hand came to rest on his shoulder. Edward turned to face Stephen. He had a weary look on his face and he winced as he, too, heard your never-ending cries.

“I can’t believe this happened,” Stephen spoke suddenly, breaking the awkward silence. “You know, I do owe you an apology for before. Also, it’s not easy for me to say this, but I’m grateful you were there for my daughter when she needed it. You might think she didn’t appreciated it, but she does.”

Edward smiled. He knew this was awfully hard for the man to admit his faults and express his concerns.

“Thank you.”

“I would like to help you Edward. Honestly I could find a doctor to help you with your hands. As a malpractice lawyer I have had my share of doctors and I know the best in town. In fact there’s one who owes me big time. So, if you want I could contact him to see how it’s going to come to.”

“Y-you would do that? For me?” Edward asked in total shock. I can be normal! “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say you’re glad and thanks. She’ll be fine.”

He gave Edward an encouraged smile and left.

* * * *

When school came around, you couldn’t dare to look in the faces of Mark or Carrie. In English, you ignored him the best you could. Of course he didn’t know that you know about him and Carrie. He went on like there was nothing wrong. He asked how was the party and he was sad he couldn’t go. You didn’t speak and pretend that you didn’t hear him.

You weren’t at all at least a bit sorry for the treatment you were giving him. He deserved it for all you cared for embarrassing you and making you feel miserable.

During rehearsals was worse. After the Don Juan scene, Mr. Waddles called for a break. You were over standing by Rachel and Jerry when Mark approached you.

“Hey (you). Look, is everything all right? You seem a little miff.”

Jerry glared at him. “Let me (you).” He went over and grabbed Mark’s arms and pushed him out of earshot. When you told Jerry what happened he was so outraged. Since you and Jerry were like brother and sister, you knew he would take care of it.

You and Rachel watched as Jerry kept his voice low while talking to his friend. Mark’s expressions were somewhat comical. His eyebrows rose so high that it looked like they disappeared in his hair. You had this sudden urge to go over and give him a piece of your mind as well. But that was broken as Carrie came over.

“Judging from your behavior to Mark I can only assume that you were at the party and you saw us.” She smirked.

“Carrie, shut up. Why don’t you leave her alone?” Rachel exclaimed.

The reddish blonde’s smirk grew wider. “No. I rather like this. (You) Rush has finally realized that some guys are not worth having. Mark will always love me and you’re just the lonely girl he felt bad for.”

“Take that back!” you grounded out while trying so hard to stop the ongoing tears from pouring.

She lifted her head back and laughed. “Face it (you). I won. Simple as that.” Her voice taking on a lower mode, she went on. “I know you have Edward harboring safe in your home. I’ve seen him. And if you don’t stay out of my way, I’m afraid he would simply turn against you as well.”

Smiling, she laughed and moved away while bumping her arm into your shoulder.

You froze at her words and found it hard to breathe. Oh my God! She knows about Edward! How? When?

“Spoiled brat,” muttered Rachel. Noticing your stance, she gently shook your shoulder to get your attention. “Are you okay? You looked like you seen a ghost or something.”

Your mouth went dry and you swallowed all the moisture you had to be able to speak.

“N-nothing. I don’t feel good that’s all,” you said. And you didn’t, knowing Carrie could get away with anything she wants now. Nodding, Rachel took your hand and led you off the stage.

She told Mr. Waddles of your condition and after taking one look at you, he sighed. “Fine, go. But the show’s coming quick and I demand that you will put a greater effort into it than the rest.”

“Yes sir.” You just wanted to leave now and tell Edward of the sudden news. You were scared. What will happen to him now?

Rachel offered to drive you home and you accepted. While leaving you heard Mark’s anxious voice calling your name, but you ignored the distant cries.

* * * *

“Carrie knows.”

Those were the first words you said as you walked through the front door.

“What are we going to do?” you cried in desperation.

Edward was disturbed by the recent events and he didn’t know how to respond to your desperate question. Is he now going to be turned out? He hoped not!

“(You), are you positive that Carrie knows?” Chris asked in a calm manner. One thing for sure, Chris gets extra points for containing a cool head.

You shrugged. “I don’t know if she really knows. But I have a feeling she’s telling the truth. How are Mom and Dad going to take this? Dad’s going to be upset.”

“No kidding but we here to stay one step higher than Carrie. She knows, big deal. We act like there’s nothing wrong, end of story. Things will go back to normal,” Chris explained.

“No. No things won’t go back to normal!” you yelled. “I had a feeling that this was a bad idea and look at the mess that we’re in. We can no longer keep Eddie in hiding understands? There’s no way we can because more trouble is sure enough to find us.”

“Quit behaving like a drama queen!” Chris retorted. “We won’t tell our parents. We pretend that Carrie was joking.”

And that was it. Or at least you hoped. You didn’t know but there was an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was a sign to you of something awful is going to happen and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

* * * * *

CHAPTER 8 - Secret's Out

You were more on the edge than ever before. One little slip than everything will be over. During rehearsals and in the hallways you could feel Carrie’s taunting eyes, daring you to tell someone of her little game. You had Chris and her friends keep a sharp eye out in case anyone else knew. You were taking every precaution necessarily in this situation. No more games, it was time to get serious.

Chris’s friends were anxious about the ordeal since they wanted Edward to stay as long as he can.

Edward, however, was feeling more of the pressure than you. He wanted to go to Carrie and tell her to back off, but doing something that foolish will expose everyone. He didn’t want anyone to be at fault and he was going to do all that he could to protect you and your family. He cared so much for your safety and the rest that Edward wouldn’t jeopardize the risk or losing his last chance to be normal.

The days of the show were approaching faster and your nerves were growing out of control. Lately, you were getting terrible headaches and would often sit out for a spell before returning to the stage. Rachel noticed your change in behavior and started to grow worried about you. This sort of thing was unlike you.

“Tell me please!” she begged. “There’s something up, I know it, and you keep acting so strange.”

“Rach, it’s nothing honestly. It’s only nerves,” you told her.

She shook her head. “C’mon, you can trust me. We tell each other everything. We never kept secrets from one another so why are you starting now?”

Guilt filled you and you sadly murmured, “I’m sorry Rachel but I can’t.”

“Fine. Be that way,” she snapped and left.

You felt awful. You and Rachel hardly fight and you wanted to tell her what happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. While you were lost in thought, you felt a finger lightly tap your shoulder. You whirled around to come face-to-face with Mark.

“(You), we need to talk,” Mark said sternly. “Meet me after school outside the doors.”

“O-okay,” you managed to say and in a flash he was gone. Could this day get any better?

* * * *

Exactly at 2:30 Mark was waiting for you. You sat beside him and sighed. “What do you want Mark?”

“(You), I’ve been a jerk and I treated you so horribly. I understand now that you saw me with Carrie and I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. You’re a terrific girl and I was so stupid.”

Part of you was glad he was sorry, but the harsh tone he used when he spat out “jerk” you could see the warring emotions on his face. He was upset greatly and he had every right to be upset at himself.

“It’s just that Carrie has so much hate towards you. She knew something big about you. I wanted to protect you. She would make sure you would never sing again or do anything without someone knowing whom you are. I meant to do something honorable and I was hoping you wouldn’t come. But you did and I’m sorry. If I didn’t make you think I wasn’t going and then show up with Carrie she would have brought you down socially in the school.”

His confession shock you. Mark was protecting you?!

“I understand completely if you hate me and never want to see me again, but I felt you should know the truth of my actions. I do really like you (you) and I will like to continue with what we have if not then I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to date me after this.”

“Mark.” You sighed. “I could never hate you. I have to admit I never been taken care of like this before. Why would you want to do that?”

“Carrie has always been jealous of you since you moved here. She will literally obsess over this and I was tired of her childish tantrums. You’re such a nice girl and there’s not a mean bone in you at all. I could never figure out why Carrie hated you. I just couldn’t let her hurt you,” he explained. “So are you still mad?”

You thought for a moment. Mark seemed to be telling the truth and you could easily read the guilt in his eyes. You almost pitied him. He thought he was doing the right thing. In fact he was. If he didn’t then Carrie might have exposed Edward. So actually Mark was protecting him, not you. It was a kind gesture and you felt your anger evaporate.

“I forgive you Mark,” you said. “As long as you’re telling me the truth.”

A smile broke out on his features and threw his arms around you. You returned the embrace eagerly. You kind of liked this. The most popular boy was begging for your forgiveness!

* * * *

You told Chris and Edward what happened when you returned home. Chris was on the floor rolling with laughter and Edward’s solemn expression just stared back at you.

“He was protecting you Eddie,” you answered softly. “I’m thankful he did what he did.”

“Why?” Edward blurted. “He cheated on you! He hurt you and you want to continue dating him?”

“Not really,” you confessed. “I’m going to call it off soon. Not now. It will crush Mark.”

“So? (You) you don’t have to do this if you don’t want too,” Edward pushed. “He’ll get over it.”

“I can’t do that Eddie,” you replied.

He looked helplessly over to Christina. “Chris?”

“Sorry Ed but I’m with my sis on this,” she told him. “If she broke up with Mark now he’ll get suspicious as to why. Then he would want to know what this ‘secret’ is and Carrie will be more than welcome to tell. We have to keep the upper hand and the façade.”

Defeated, he lowered his head. “How long will it take?”

Your heart broke at his tone. But there was no other way. You weren’t going to keep this up that long. You heard your parents saying they were going to contact Doctor Chaves about seeing prosthetic surgery for Edward. Maybe until he gets it done that way Edward would look normal and no one would think he’s the scissorhands Edward. But you weren’t going to get his hopes so you settled with a safer response.

“Soon.”

* * * *

The show was that week. Rehearsals were tough and you hadn’t had the chance to confront Carrie on the issue of Mark. Though she kept to herself and shot you dirty looks whenever she got the chance. Her plan failed with Mark.

Your parents were also on the down key about Edward’s surgery. Edward was completely confident he would get this done. It was all he ever wanted besides having someone to love.

The night before the show you had great news. But couldn’t tell Edward or Chris. You needed to keep your energies focus on the musical for Mr. Waddle’s sake. The only hint you gave was big changes were on the way.

You felt awful that Edward couldn’t come to the show. The three of you told your parents and so they felt it would be safer if he didn’t come. Edward was upset with the decision. He wanted so badly to see you play Christine Daae. It was your leading part and he wanted to have witnessed your great triumph.

As fate goes, it was his hands that prevented him. The security guards would arrest him on the spot for his “weapons”. And the fact he’s supposed to be dead would surely turn a few heads.

You wanted him to come also, but you knew it would be safer and wiser if he didn’t. Your dad promised to bring the camera so Edward could watch it. This made him happy, but it’s not the same as watching it live.

Everyone was ready to go. You approached Edward and gave him a hug.

“Good luck,” he whispered.

You pulled his face closer to yours and gently kissed him. Edward froze in his spot, surprised, at what you were doing.

You broke the kiss and felt your cheeks were growing warm. You had to get this out.

“Edward, remember the ending of the musical? You know when Christine leaves with Raoul and the Phantom is alone?”

He nodded.

“Well, I was always a believer in that she left Raoul and returned to the Phantom. They were meant to be.”

With that off your chest you left the baffled Edward to leave with your family. He knew what you said had to mean something and as the realization slowly came to him, a wide grin broke out on his face and whooped.

* * * *

“Places! Places everyone!” yelled Mr. Waddles. “Now remember to go out and have fun. We’re going to knock them dead!”

You turned to Jerry and Rachel and smirked. “Oh yeah like a bunch of high schoolers can do that.”

They laughed. “You got that right,” remarked Jerry.

Just then Mark ran up to you, gasping for air. “(You), I’m so glad I found you!”

“What’s wrong Mark?” you asked, noticing his troubled expression.

“It’s Carrie. She’s not here!”

* * * *

She couldn’t let this go. You and Mark pushed her to do this.

Carrie sped through the sub to get to your house. She knew you wouldn’t let Edward go to the show.

She slammed on her breaks as she pulled up. Adrenalin flooded through her at the crime she was about to commit. A crazed smile grew on her lips as she came closer to the door.

Carrie raised a fist and pounded on the door urgently.

* * * *

Edward was busy listening to the Phantom soundtrack when he heard the urgent knocking. Thinking there was an emergency Edward ran to the door and swung it open.

What he saw was unexpected.

The same girl he saw months ago was now standing on the front porch, except her golden red hair was out of place and her eyes were bloodshot. Edward was in a state of shock and didn’t know what to do. He cursed himself for so blindly opening the door without checking to see who it was first.

“Edward,” she breathed. “I need your help.”

No! Don’t listen to her! Remember all the pain she caused (you)! She’s not Kim. She will never be Kim.

The usual concern he has for others disappeared and Edward glared at her. “What do you want Carrie?” he growled. “If you’re looking for (you) then forget it. She’s at the show.”

Carrie was taken aback at Edward’s sudden change in behavior. This wasn’t the Edward she remembered her grandfather telling her about!

Holding her ground, Carrie gave him a wicked grin. “Now Edward, that’s not how you would have treated Kim. Why so rude? We practically have a history together.”

“No we don’t!” Edward barked. “Get out of here or…”

“Or else what?” she sneered. “Oh yeah, you can’t do anything. You’re completely helpless without that twit being at your side. Let me tell you this Edward and listen carefully. If you care so much for her then you won’t allow any harm come to her, right?”

Edward swallowed hard. He didn’t like where this was heading. He automatically nodded his head.

“Well, I would hate to see her go to jail for harboring a murderer don’t you?”

His eyes widen in fright. She wouldn’t!

“If you value her safety then you will come with me without any arguments got it?”

“Yes,” he choked.

“Good,” Carrie exclaimed. “Come. We have a little trip to make.”

* * * *

Mr. Waddles was having a fit. No one could find Carrie anywhere! You were growing worried that she would try and pull something funny while you and your family were at the school. You couldn’t ignore this tingling feeling that something terrible was happening. You needed to hear Edward’s voice in order to feel better and that everything was all right.

Quickly, you ran into the bathroom and whipped out your cell. You fumbled with the keys and after the third try your house phone was ringing. And ringing. And ringing. You didn’t wait for the answering machine to kick in. You hung up while your body shook with fear. Edward was gone. And there was only one person who could have taken him.

You dashed out, knowing you had to tell your family right away. Maybe your parents could stop Carrie before she got too far. Before you could reach the audience, Mark got in your way.

“(You)! You have to get back stage now!” he cried.

“I will in a second Mark,” you rushed. “I need to tell my parents something.”

He shook his head. “It has to wait. With Carrie gone, Mr. W is hyperventilating and he’s going to have stroke soon if you don’t get there!”

“We can’t start the show without a Meg!” you exclaimed. “So he has to put the show off until she arrives.”

“Actually, we found a replacement. So we’re starting the show in like 5 minutes!”

“Please Mark!” you pleaded. “Give me a few seconds!”

He grabbed your arm and began dragging you back to where you came from. All you could think of was Edward and how this was all your fault.

You stood next to Rachel and right away she sensed something was wrong.

“(You) what’s wrong?”

You fought off the oncoming tears. “Rach, I know where Carrie is and there’s nothing I can do!”

* * * *

The first scene went out without a hitch. Everything was running smoothly like there was nothing wrong. But of course, you did. You sang your lines and tried not to give your anxiety away. So far there was still no signs of Carrie or Edward. You prayed that he was all right and that maybe you were wrong that Edward was with Carrie. You thought of excuses as to why he didn’t answer the phone. He couldn’t have heard it or he was listening to your soundtrack and that didn’t want to answer it. These didn’t do much to comfort you but it was all you had.

The new Meg was pretty good, you noted. You never knew that bad-girl Laura Winston could sing and top if off know the lyrics extremely well. At least Mr. Waddles wasn’t going to die any time soon.

The rest of the time flew by and the Down Once More scene was approaching fast. You, Jerry, and Mark were soon out on stage performing the climax of the play.

“So do you end your days with me?

Or do you send him to his grave?!” Jerry demanded.

“Why make her lie to you, to save me…?” Mark sang.

Then started off Christine’s attempts to plead for mercy to her beloved Angel of Music. You were so engrossed what was happening between the three of you that no one noticed two figures slipping in the back.

“You try my patience!

Make your choice!” cried the Phantom.

You were about to reply when you realized everyone had their eyes to the back of the auditorium. Plus, judging from Mark and Jerry’s façades something was amiss. You turned around and a small gasp came out.

There stood Carrie and Edward. Edward’s body was so stiff and tense you could easily see the terror flying in his brown orbs. “No!” you whispered.

Everyone in the audience was silent for a moment and then began the shouts and screams. Edward tried to leave, but Carrie grabbed his arm and made him face the group of people.

“See? The infamous Edward Scissorhands is alive!” yelled Carrie. “He’s been down here for months! The Rushes were hiding him all this time!”

You saw your father angrily stand up. Well, I guess he’s going to believe us now, you thought smugly.

“And it was all (you)’s fault! She brought him here so he can continue where he left off!” Carrie continued.

“He’s not guilty of anything!” shouted your father. “He’s a guest in my house and he has done no wrong! How can you accuse him of what was done long ago? Jim’s death was an accident and not cold murder!”

Voices were being raised to the top. Everyone was arguing over Edward and who to believe. You couldn’t take it anymore. Edward’s face was enough to send you over the edge.

“Everyone silent!” you screeched out as loud as your soprano voice could allow. “Enough!”

Amazingly, they listened. Breathing heavily, you stared coldly at the heartless girl.

“Carrie Bogg this has gone far enough! Edward, yes, was living with my family for some time and in that period I was able to learn the whole truth. Jim’s death wasn’t murder, but an act of self-defense. He’s never done anything to prove he was capable of killing without regret. And you all sicken me. We all heard the stories, but ignored the importance of it. Edward was accepted here until a few mistakes made him a ‘criminal’. But he’s not! He’s the kindest, gentlest, and caring person I had ever met. It was people like you that force him to live in the shadows and carry the guilt that wasn’t his fault.

“I wanted to show him there were some people who could accept him and love him for who he is. Wasn’t there a time when you all wanted Edward to have a happy ending? I know I did. Yet here you all are rejecting and calling him names. Times changed now. He’s human like the rest of us and if you can’t handle it then you’re no better than those who turned against him.”

Tears began to rim your eyes as the truth came gushing out:

“And Edward has taught me a lot on life. Before I was this quiet girl who no one really noticed. I hated everything there was about me and I changed myself so I can get the most popular guy in school to look at me. But that’s over now. Edward has changed that for me. I did all of this for what? Some tears and heartache, but I was blind to see the truth. I wanted to believe I could hold this dream for so long, but I can’t no longer. I went to the mansion when I was younger and I don’t regret doing so. I’m glad Edward’s here and I’m glad you’re all seeing him! I made my choice and I love him. I love you Edward.”

“(You)?”

You turned to face Mark whose countenance was mix with confusion and sadness. You walked over to him and placed a friendly kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry Mark that we can’t work out. Even though we were together for a short time it meant a lot to me and I will always like you, but I care deeply for Edward.”

“I understand,” he said. He flash you his trademark smile despite the hurt in his eyes. “Go to him.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Please!” Carrie yelled. “Don’t tell me you’re all going to believe her! Edward is a killer! Doesn’t anyone believe me?”

“Carrie quit this now!”

Blake Bogg came storming up to his daughter. “What has possessed you to do this? I can’t believe you would go behind our family and denounce Edward.”

“Dad I-“

“No Carrie. I’m through with your petty excuses.” He turned to Edward who was slightly dazed at the events that were happening. “And Edward on behalf of the Bogg family I apologize for my daughter’s outlandish behavior. It’s good to see you down here after all these years. Trust me, I know my father and aunt is smiling down for your courage. C’mon Carrie we’re leaving!”

Blake grabbed his daughter’s arm and forced her out.

Edward’s face was streaming with tears and when he met your eyes, he was practically beaming. You lifted up your costume and made your way over to him. When you approached him you collapsed into his arms, holding onto him tightly.

“I’m sorry you went through this,” you sobbed into his ear. “But God help me I do love you and I don’t want you to leave!”

“I’m not leaving,” he whispered back. “I belong here with you, Chris, and your family. I always loved you since the moment you came to my house and I will never stop loving you.”

He gazed into your eyes and boldly captured your lips in his. As Edward held you in his arms he knew he found his home and place. Nothing could force him to leave Suburbia again.

* * * * *

CHAPTER 9 - All's Well That Ends Well

~Four Weeks Later~

“Is he all right? When can I see him?” you asked impatiently as the nurse entered the waiting room.

“He’s fine. Just started to wake up so you call can go and see him,” she informed the anxious group.

You turned to face your family and friends. Your parents nodded for you to go on first. Smiling, you jumped up and headed into Room 313.

Four weeks has passed since that dramatic night and thankfully nothing happened to Edward. Carrie was expelled from school and her father had her spend a few nights in jail to “cool off”. You were happy knowing that Carrie will never bother you or anyone else after the musical incident.

Mark was a bit crushed that you broke up with him, but he’s now dating Rachel and things between them were becoming serious. Rachel and you also made up and so there were no hard feelings over your “secret”.

Also, Christine was able to confront your parents about her dream of becoming a ballet dancer. Now she’s taking lessons and the instructor claims she has true potential.

As for you, you let the hair dye fade out and so your natural light brunette curls would show. There was no need to hide anymore as you once put it.

You opened the door and smiled at the resting Edward. He seemed to be more at peace than before. All his cuts were gone and there were only a few scars that were left. His eyelids slowly opened and when he focused on you, a loving smile brightened on his pale face.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he said back.

“How do you feel?”

“Tired,” he admitted. “But I feel more complete now.”

You both looked down as Edward slowly raised his arm. You reached out and took his hand and gently caress it. The prosthetic surgery was a success and for once Edward didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone. After he is able to leave the hospital, you were planning on taking Edward out on his first date as a new man.

THE END

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