My one eye opened when 'I'm A Bitch' by Meredith Brooks started to echo throughout my place of slumber, telling me that Rose must take pleasure from the numerous warnings of woman-slaughter that I gave her about disturbing the small amount of sleep that I get.
I opened my other eye and looked over my shoulder, at the devil.
Nine sixteen. In the AM. Cool.
Grabbing a hold of my cell phone that was placed on the night stand by the alarm clock — which is known as the previously mentioned devil — I flipped it open with a groan. "What do you want with my existence?" Hearing absolutely nothing, I closed my eyes and ran my other hand over them, trying to wake up. "Rose, is everything okay?"
"Is everything fucking okay?" she shouted, incredulously. "That's what you're asking me right now, B?"
Flipping my phone shut, I interrupted all of her nine o'clock in the goddamn morning excitement.
I was clearly, not an AM kind of a chick.
Three Goddamn Minutes Later
'I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my kn-'
I yawned into the phone after flipping it open again. "Yes, Rose? Are you through with the dramatics?"
"Yes! Of course I'm done! My apologies!" Rose hummed, all keyed up and whatnot.
No one in their right mind should be that animated at this time of the day.
It's fucking sick.
I sat up on my elbows with a grimace as she continued, toning it down a bit. "You sound so lovely, sweetheart. Let's have tea, yeeeeeesss? How about a brunch? That sounds so delightful, doesn't it, Honey B of mine?"
I snorted into the phone. "Okay, now you're creeping me out."
"Meet us at the diner in a half an hour," she commanded, back to herself and wasting no time. "Copy that?"
I groaned as I ran my fingers through my knotty hair. "Is he still pissed off at me, Rose? Because I'm —"
"Oh grow the hell up, B!" she growled, interrupting me. "It's not always about you."
And, click.
I absolutely love when people hang up on me after making some kind of a declaration.
No, seriously. I dig it.
After reluctantly climbing out of bed, I stomped into my bathroom and got ready for the day, which consisted of a quick shower, pulling one of Em's old football tees from high school over my head, and shoving on a pair of strait legged jeans and chucks. And, let's not forget about my number one accessory, a worn out hoodie.
Simple. To the point. Straightforward. Uncomplicated. My shit.
Not at all wanting to start my day off in a bang with Phil's bullshit and Renee's slurring, I tip toed my ass down the steps as quietly as I possibly could. Seeing that the living room was empty, therefore free of any obstacles, I smiled as I basically skipped out of the front door. After locking the house up and turning around, the joy of not having to deal with my 'parental figures' left my system as I noticed the empty driveway, the realization now dawning on me that my truck was still at Andy's place.
It looks as if I'm starting my day off with some exercise that consisted of walking.
Or — since I'm dealing with Rose and her blatant dislike of tardiness — jogging.
As I neared the cafe, I kept my eyes open for Jasper, not wanting a repeat performance with the kid's idea of how to slam a door into someone's being. Seeing that the area was clear of any blue eyes, I opened the door and stepped inside, my body instantly relaxing at the feeling of comfort and familiarity that this place gave me. I walked over to the counter and greeted Emily with a kiss and she in return, welcomed me with coffee.
Did I mention that I love this bitch? Well if not, I fucking do.
Seeing that Rose and Emmett haven't arrived yet, I took a seat at our table and opened up one of the menus.
Pfff. I act as if I don't already know what I'm going to fucking get.
But, it was all good in the neighborhood, dude.
I had enough down time to try to come up with a way of how I was going to deal with Em's interrogations, because knowing him, he didn't just forget about yesterday.
I had enough down time to try to come up with a way of how I was going to deal with Em's interrogations, because knowing him, he didn't just forget about yesterday.
As I was contemplating possible ideas on how I was going to kiss my brother's ass — figuratively speaking of course — I heard one of the chairs across from me being pulled back. With an irritated raised eyebrow, I looked up from my menu, only to find — low and goddamn behold — Sex Hair. "You don't mind, right?" he asked me with a smirk, sitting down at our table.
"No, of course not," I answered in an of course I fucking care kind of a way. "Make yourself comfortable."
He nodded — clearly not taking my sarcasm accurately— before he leaned back into his chair, lifting both of his legs up in front of him and placing his feet on top of the goddamn table. My jaw dropped a little as the kid put his ear buds in. After hitting a couple of buttons on his I-Pod, the prick met my frown with a satisfied smile. And, as he closed his eyes and started to bop his head around to the motherfucking rhythm, I gritted my teeth, crossing my arms over my chest.
After a second or two, he...
Oh, God.
He started singing — if you can actually call it singing.
I looked around and grimaced, noticing that everyone in the cafe stopped their conversations to stare at us.
Not at him.
Oh no.
At us.
Like we were of one goddamn individual, singing a duet of some sort.
I stood up and walked over to the idiot who thought that he was at some American Idol audition. After angrily pulling out the chair that was placed next to his, I took a seat and quickly yanked the buds out of his ears. His eyes snapped open before his hand wrapped around my wrist as I went to throw the wires over my shoulder. "What's your problem?" he hissed, shoving his I-Pod into one of his hoodie pockets.
"You are my goddamn problem." He shrugged before he leaned back into his chair, resuming his position of comfort. "What the fuck are you doing, Edward?"
A crooked smile. "You told me to make myself comfortable, so I'm making myself fucking comfortable."
"I was being sarcastic. I'm meeting my brother and best friend here, so come on, you need to disappear."
After lowering his feet from the table, he "Mmm'd" as he started scooting his chair closer to mine. "I like this."
I laughed — something like why do you have to be so irritating and good looking at the same time — as both of my feet went to the edge of his seat to push it and him away from me. "Yeah, no. You really need to leave or just go to another table. And, what the hell are you talking about with the I like this?"
His knees nudged my legs out of the way before he moved closer to me. Placing one of his arms over the top of my chair behind me, he leaned in as he placed his other arm across the table, in front of me, entrapping my ass within his irresistible smelling existence. "I like this sneaking around, is what I meant. It's turning me on."
I rolled my eyes as I leaned back a bit, away from his hypnotism. His gaze left mine and went down to my lips as I placed my arms across my chest. "In your dreams. We're not sneaking around. I'm just stating the facts."
"Speaking of dreams," he hummed, leaning closer to me as his eyes went up to my own. "I had this one —"
"Who the fuck are you?"
A slight grimace came across my face before I looked over my shoulder and was met with Rose — whose eyes danced with slut approval as they roamed the kid's features — and a pissed off looking Emmett, who was the one who interrupted Edward.
Edward — who clearly wanted to expire, seeing as to how he stayed put, all up in my space — looked up at my brother with a laid back — I'm not about to be assassinated — grin. "Chill out, dude. No harm, no foul."
"Dude?" Em laughed with a raised eyebrow, placing his arms across his chest. "I'll fucking show you dude."
Edward leaned away from me before he stood up from his seat, causing Rose to roll her eyes as she wrapped one of her hands around Emmett's arms. "Yeah?" the kid asked before he pulled his hoodie off and tossed the fabric on top of the table. "Fucking show me then, motherfucker."
And, shit, alright, people. I'll admit it.
I may have watched with amazement as the useless piece of clothing left his body, because lets face it...goddamn.
Right?
Emmett's growl broke me out of my fascination before I quickly stood up from my seat. As I placed myself in the middle of the two men, I laid my hands on their chests and narrowed my eyes at Edward. "Honestly, stop acting like a goddamn imbecile, you imbecile. The whole show of getting undressed is completely unneeded."
Although, very much appreciated, I thought.
Feeling as if he was three seconds away from saying something smart and therefore riling my brother up more than he already was, I took a hold of the kid's hand before I started pulling him towards the door. As I led the both of us through the diner, I looked over my shoulder and lifted two of my fingers up at Rose, silently telling her to give me two minutes. She nodded, pushing Em towards his seat that Edward occupied a second ago.
As soon as I heard the door close behind him, I quickly turned around and punched the kid's sternum, causing him to hiss in discomfort that I was well aware of before he started rubbing the spot. "What the fuck, Bella?"
"What the fuck?" I asked, incredulous. "Do you know how much of a dumbass you are?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That was my fucking stepbrother, you douche bag. What the hell were you thinking, acting like that?"
"Well, your stepbrother started it!" he yelled like some teeny bopper. "I can fucking take care of myself."
"I'm sure that you can," I gritted as I pushed him away from the door. "But that doesn't mean that you have to beat on your chest, like you're some kind of a goddamn gorilla who has just been freed from the zoo!"
He cocked his head to the side a bit before a small smile appeared over his mouth. "Did you see me beating on my chest?"
I growled as I walked past him. "You idiotic, sorry excuse for a fucking human being, piece of sh—"
"Bella," he laughed, interrupting me as his fingers grabbed a hold of my arm. "I'm just kidding, rel—"
"Let go of me," I hissed as I looked over my shoulder. "Now. Let go of me."
Edward lowered his head as he did what I told him to do and I pushed the door open before stepping inside.
Where did this kid get off on doing shit like that?
He doesn't even fucking know me.
I walked over to our table and sat down, ignoring Emmett's narrowed eyes. "Don't start with me right now."
Did he listen?
Of course not.
When does Emmett ever fucking listen?
Pushing his plate away, he leaned back into his chair with a raised eyebrow. "So, is that the motherfucker?"
"I just met the kid yesterday," I groaned as I pulled his unfinished plate towards me. "Can you do me this solid and stop going on and on and on about this whole hitting bullshit, because that's all that it is, Emmett. Bullshit."
Em shook his head at me before he lowered it, otherwise — for once — remaining completely silent. As I started shoving my brother's food into my mouth, I caught Rose looking at me in some magical kind of a way. Pausing my hunger, I raised a brow at her man meat. "What did you do to Rose that caused the change of heart?"
At my voice, Emmett looked over at Rose with scrunched together eyebrows and she shrugged as she picked up her glass of water. "I don't know what she's talking about, baby. You know your sister. Clinically insane."
Keeping my eyes on her as she took a sip, I grinned. "Did you know that your woman like my vagina, Em?" I asked him, causing Rose to choke on her drink. "I'm sorry, but, maybe the whole socks thing turned her off."
Emmett looked at Rose, then at me, then back at Rose again before he shook his head at the both of us as he stood up from his seat. "I swear that you guys are fucking weird, man. And, I need to piss. I'll be right back."
Rose narrowed her eyes at me as he walked away from the table and I leaned back into my chair as I placed my arms across my chest. "What, Rosie baby of mine? You were eye fucking me again, I couldn't resist."
She remained silent, keeping her warning filled eyes on me as Emily came over to our table to refill our drinks. Just as I was reaching for my orange juice, Rose shot up from her chair like a firecracker and pulled me out of my seat in a headlock. "Call me Rosie again, you hooker!" she growled when Emmett came walking out of the bathroom.
"Get off of me, Rosie!" I spat, trying to pry her con-fu grip off from around my neck.
Em walked around us with a roll of his eyes before he took a seat, acting as if this shit wasn't anything new.
And, alright. Maybe it wasn't, seeing as to how everyone sitting around us continued with their eating and chit chatting.
Emmett laughed after a while as he stood up from his seat. "Okay, ladies. I think that that's enough."
I stepped on Rose's foot with a "Take that!"
She hissed, tightening her grip around my neck. "Take that! How does it feel to not be able to breathe?"
Emmett wrapped his fingers around Rose's wrist with a grin. "Let go, baby. She's turning kind of purple."
"Fucking, Swan. Say it again. I dare you," she huffed, her voice a bit strained.
Hah. I could go on forever, baby. "Say what again, Rosie?"
Em tried helping me by prying off each and every one of her fingers, acting as if he was moving fast enough. I rolled my eyes at his ease before I put in my own assistance, seeing as to how his wasn't assisting me. "Owe, you fucking bit me!" Rose screamed in pain, letting go of me when my teeth sunk into her arm. Emmett laughed and then grimaced a second later as her glare turned to him. "Your fucking sister bit me!" she repeated in a hiss as she lifted her arm up to his face. "She's insane!"
"Whatever, Rosie!" I screamed back. "Get over it, you hussy!"
She stalked towards me but Emmett got to her before she was able to choke the life out of me again and lifted her up in the air as he carried her ass back over to her chair. "Relax yourself, baby. It's over."
After Emmett and I took a seat, we all ate in silence.
Rose kept her eyes on me, the sound of a gag leaving her throat every few seconds.
It was probably because of the way that I was eating, but oh the fuck well.
My brother was ignoring me, not even trying to hide the fact that the kid was still pissed off at me about yesterday. Without looking at him, I leaned back into my chair and placed my arms across my chest. "So, Em. Tell me, when are you planning on quitting with this whole 'I'm not talking to Bella' bullshit that you got going on?"
"When Bella decides to tell me about shit that I need to know about," he replied, playing with his food.
Huh. We're playing that game.
"There's no 'shit' that you need to know about, Emmett."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, finally meeting my eyes. "Because I'm pretty fucking sure that there's 'shit' that I need to know about when my goddamn sister has some kind of a mark on her body. So tell me again, Bella."
"Tell you what?" I gritted.
"Is it nothing?"
"Yeah, Em," I lied, tired of it already. "It's nothing."
He turned his attention to Rose with a raised eyebrow before she quickly looked down at her plate. His fingers underneath her chin lifted her face, giving her no choice but to look at him. "Is it nothing, Rosie?"
She looked into his eyes and nodded, surprising the hell out of me. "Yeah, Emmett. It's nothing," she whispered, causing me to thank the heavens above us as I lowered my head. "Actually. It's something, but it's not what you think."
I looked up, quickly making my wide eyes disappear.
She doesn't fucking understand.
"Honey B and I were fighting yesterday and I punched her by mistake," Rose continued, shaking her head. "I didn't want her to tell you about it because I know how much you hate it when the two of us actually fight, so I made her promise me to keep her mouth shut. We were seriously just fucking around though, so...I'm sorry that you found out this way and thought that it was bigger than what it actually was."
Did I tell you that Rose was my fucking bitch, or what?
Emmett looked over at me and I nodded. "Yeah, she's right. I'm sorry, Em."
Returning his attention back to Rose, my brother smiled something relieved.
Thank you, baby Jesus!
Breakfast went by with us being our usual crazy ass selves.
I had to find a way to thank Rose, maybe even buy her some kind of fucking present for saving my existence. Or, I could just kick her in the face. The broad would appreciate the gesture, nonetheless.
We talked about tomorrow, which is Saturday, my fucking birthday. Don't do the whole celebration thing, but whatever. It doesn't look like I have much of a choice anyway, seeing that Rose was all about it, and I owed her one. They were having people over at their apartment, nothing big, at least that's what they said.
We all said our goodbyes after once again, being scoffed at by Emily when we went to pay our bill. Giving my brother a quick kiss on the forehead, I told Rose that I would see her superb being later on tonight at work before making my way out, feeling a whole lot better than how I felt before I came here this morning.
As I finished getting ready for work, I remembered that my truck was still broken down at Andy's place. Calling up Rose, I asked her if she could give me a ride and the chick in return eased my worries, saying that I would get picked up and dropped off wherever I needed to be dropped off after work, by no one but her.
Rose doesn't know about Andy, has never met him and will never meet him.
That introduction wouldn't be so fly.
Rose would know right off the bat that the asshole was shit and in return...
Feed him his own balls.
Feed him his own balls.
Pulling a hoodie over my head, I rolled my eyes as I heard Rose impatiently honk her horn from outside. After running down the stairs, I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water only to find Phil coming inside from the back yard, running his dirty hands down his even dirtier pants. "Where the hell are you going to, Isabella?"
Not wanting to start anything, I turned around and walked back out into the living room. Not a second later, I groaned as the kitchen door swung open behind me. "I'm off to work, something that you don't know about."
He laughed at my remark, causing me to start running towards the front door. As soon as my fingers wrapped around the knob, Phil grabbed onto my waist and pulled me back into his chest with a hum. "Is that right?"
Please, not this shit.
Phil has always disrespected me, with saying shit about my 'no good' Pop. He started hitting me when Emmett left for college and now it's his favorite past time it seems. And, I know that him and Renee were shit together. Since about a week ago, he's been giving me those fucking looks again, irking me the hell out.
I pray to God — or whatever is up there — that it doesn't go back to that shit again.
Because, honestly. I don't think that I can handle it.
Because, honestly. I don't think that I can handle it.
I still have nightmares about what went down, those few times.
He turned us around and pushed me down onto the couch. I went to get up, but he threw his whole goddamn body on top of mine, pinning my arms to my sides with his thighs. I clenched my eyes shut as he shoved those fucking hands of his underneath my hoodie and tee shirt, letting his fingers run along my stomach. "Phil, stop."
Ignoring my whispered plea, he leaned down to my face. "I miss you, Isabella."
"Phil!" I screamed into his ear, "I said stop!"
He didn't. His stop meant to grind himself into me.
I opened my eyes and bit into his ear, with all of my goddamn might, not caring about the consequences. "You little bitch!" he growled, his eyes black as he pulled his face away from my own. I closed my eyes again, tensing my body up to get it ready for the penalty that it would get as he lifted his fist. "I'm —"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Honey B, we're going to be late! Come on, bitch! You know how I hate that shit! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
I pushed Phil's body away from me as his attention went to Rose's voice before I stumbled off of the couch. After I pulled the front door open, she gasped as she placed her hand over her mouth. "Are you okay?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, pushing us both outside before slamming the door shut behind me.
She pulled my face closer to her with one of her hands over the back of my neck before running her other one across my mouth. "You're fucking bleeding, Bella," she stated in a low hiss, showing me her red stained palm.
Her expression of anger morphed into confusion when I took a hold of her hand and rubbed her palm against my dark jeans — not wanting any part of Phil to poison Rose's skin — as I pulled her down the porch steps.
When we reached her car, she stopped me from opening her driver's side door with a tug on my hand. "Am I in some...twilight universe right now?" she asked in disbelief. "Tell me how you're acting as if I didn't just see blood on your mouth?"
"Can we just go, Rose?" I groaned, letting go of her hand. "You are going to make us late for work, not me."
"That's it!" she hissed as she started walking towards the house again. "I'm beating his fucking ass!"
I grabbed one of her arms and turned her around with a growl before I started pulling her back to the car. She tried to punch me and my eyes widened a bit as I ducked. "Rose, stop! I bit him, man. It's his blood."
Her fist froze from swinging again, midair. "His blood?" she asked. I nodded. "Really?"
"Really," I confirmed with a roll of my eyes as I pulled her door open. After pushing my revenge seeking hookah into her seat with a small shake of my head, I walked over to the other side of the car and got in. Looking over at her, I pursed my lips together, trying not to laugh at her deep breathing technique. "Rose, honestly, what the hell are you even doing right now? Come on."
"I was seriously about to terminate a motherfucker," she said slowly, finishing it off with a satisfied smile.
Leaning back into my seat, I grinned. "Come on, go. We're running late. Arnold Schwarzenegger."
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