The lights were all out when I pulled up to the driveway — still pissed off from Edward's little 'Oh, let's scare the shit out of Bella by pretending that she electrocuted me' stunt — and I thought, Fucking A...Phil and Renee are probably passed out cold.
At least that's what I thought.
How wrong can a motherfucker be.
After I opened the front door and quietly let it close behind me, I shoved my chucks off before I headed over to the stairs. As I raised my foot to take the first step, I ended up stubbing my pinky toe, causing me to hiss a few curse words before I slapped my hand over my mouth, hoping and praying that no one heard my ass.
And a second later, the living room light turned on.
Shit.
I looked over my shoulder with a small groan as I saw Phil sit up a bit, his hand leaving the lamp that was next to him as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Looking over at me, he glared something vicious, as if it was my intention to disturb him.
Double shit.
I mumbled an insincere apology and went to go upstairs, but his voice calling my name stopped me, mid-step. "Come here, I want to talk to you about a situation that I have going on."
My hand tightened against the banister that I was holding onto as I lowered my head. "Phil, can it wait until tomorrow? I'm exhausted."
"No," he whispered, his voice final.
Well then. I guess that I don't have a fucking choice now, do I?
Letting go of my grip against the wood, I turned around to head over towards the chair that he was sitting on.
My Pop's fucking chair.
Reaching him, I stood by his side as I placed my arms across my chest, more than ready to just....leave. He patted his lap as he looked up at me. "Sit," he ordered.
My nails dug into my palms as I looked at him with displeasure. "Phil, I don't think that's appropria—"
His hands went to my hips — interrupting me — as he pulled me forward and placed me where he wanted.
Fuck.
My.
Goddamn.
Life.
I placed my fisted hands on top of my lap and looked away from him — mentally telling myself not to cry for the asshole — as he started running his fingers over my knees. He whispered my name and I closed my eyes, his voice a bit louder as he brushed his nose against my ear. "Do you feel that?"
Tears were starting to build behind my eyelids and I grew beyond furious.
He'll receive satisfaction if I let them fall and I was trying not to let that happen.
My eyes flew open and I jumped — startled from his loud voice — as he shouted "Answer me!" into my ear.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I spat.
He laughed with enthusiasm as he grabbed onto my chin with one hand to turn my face towards him as the other one pushed me down into his erection. "I'm pretty sure you have no problem in feeling that, Isabella."
I shoved his hands off of me, grinding my teeth together as I looked away from him again, and I guess that right then and there, he decided that enough was enough as he stood up unexpectedly, causing me to fall off of his lap and land onto the floor with a dull sound. I slowly pushed myself up, my body slightly relaxed from being away from his own while I kept my eyes on him. As I went to back away, he took a hold of the front of my hoodie and impatiently pulled me towards him before he bent his knees and threw me over his shoulder.
I started kicking. No vice.
I started punching. Same result.
After stalking up the stairs, he walked over to the room that him and Renee shared before throwing his leg out and kicking the door open. "Say goodnight to mommy, Isabella," he whispered, mockingly. My eyes moved around the room in some frantic type of a way, and I clenched my teeth together when I saw Renee laying over the unclean bed sheets, passed the fuck out, with an empty liquor bottle in her hand. "Say it," he spat, his fingers over my thighs, numbing.
I closed my eyes as I choked out a small "Goodnight, mommy."
He turned us around and slammed the door shut behind him with the back of his foot before he started heading over to my bedroom that was down the hallway, causing my kicking and punching to elevate to a whole other level.
He laughed — the sound melting the skin off of my body — as he kicked my door open. After he walked us across the small room, we reached my bed and he tossed me onto it, my entire body landing on top of the mattress with an infinitesimal bounce. I looked around me as I pushed my legs out and moved my being away from where he stood, trying to commit to memory all of the peaceful and secure feelings that this place has given me.
Because after this night, this room will hold nothing for me.
Keeping his eyes on me, he began to slowly back away towards the door as he proceeded to undo his pants, and at that point, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
I broke down.
Pushing my back into the wall that my bed was up against, I pulled on my hair as tears ran down my cheeks. "Phil, please, don't."
He cocked his head to the side as he lifted his leg and kicked the door shut with the bottom of his foot. With a wide grin, he let go of his belt that was half unbuckled. "Well, all that you had to do was ask, Isabella."
Placing my hands against the sheets, I scrunched my eyebrows together, confused of his meaning. "Of course, you can do it for me," he purred in clarification, his voice almost inaudible as he started walking towards the bed again. "There's no need for you to beg."
I shook my head as I placed my feet against the mattress and pushed myself even further back into the wall. "Take them off, Isabella," he ordered, his knees against the edge of the bed as he pointed down at his pants, which only caused my breathing to pick up in absolute fear as my fingers tried to pull the hem of my hoodie over my legs.
With the purpose of having the fabric just swallow up my entire being.
To make myself completely invisible, to everything.
The relief, of feeling absolutely nothing.
Of being blank. A clean slate. To fill it with pure emptiness.
He slammed his hands down onto the bed with a growl before he reached out and took a hold of my ankles. I screamed his name in a tremble as he pulled on them, my fingers looking for anything to stop the movement of my body leaving the comfort of the wall that it was trying to become one with. "I won't tell you twice, you fucking whore," he hissed, letting go of his hold on me as I reached the edge.
I shook my head as I looked up and met his eyes. "Please, Phil..."
He cursed in irritation before he took a hold of my hands and placed them over his belt, the leather against the skin of my palms taunting the shit out of me, telling me that I was nothing but defeated. "Do it, now!"
I lowered my head as my trembling fingers started to undo what he desired to be done.
"Lower the zipper and pull down my goddamn pants," he spat, his voice aggravated at my slow pace. As soon as his command was met, I clenched my eyes shut as I felt his fingers against my jaw lift my face. "Open your eyes, Isabella. Look at what you do to me."
I cried out, the sound grating my nerves, as I shook my head.
"Open your fucking eyes, now!" he shouted, shaking my face, spinning my existence.
Stripped.
Bare.
Prominence.
Just, there.
Annoyed at my unappreciative blank stare of finding nothing special about his arousal, he pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, making the bed sink beneath my body as he straddled it. He forced my arms above me before he held my wrists against the sheets with one hand, using the other one to pull my hoodie off. I choked on my tears as he ripped my tee shirt off of my being, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. "If you fight me in any way, Isabella, I am going to prolong everything."
He knew that my reassurance wasn't needed.
He kept his eyes on mine as he sat up on his knees and popped the buttons off of my jeans, the sound so loud that it echoed throughout the room, burning pain into my ears. Pulling the rough texture down over my hips, he grinned at me as he hummed in leery satisfaction, his gaze longing for something that I've never once missed.
My eyes followed his hand as he brought it up to his mouth, using his teeth to rip open the package that contained the condom. I looked away as he lowered his hand down to himself, not wanting to see shit.
As soon as I felt his weight over me, I held my breath and lifted my chin, letting my blurry vision meet the night as I looked out of my window. As knees nudged mine apart, I cursed the bright stars for their vivid existence.
My fingers tensed up once, before they became paralyzed from their grip as they grabbed a hold of the sheets that were bunched up by my hands when he penetrated me with a grunt leaving his chest. "Oh Isabella, you're tighter than the last time," his lips hissed against the taunt skin of my neck before he thrust into me again. "I'm afraid that I'm not going to last long."
Really, motherfucker?
He stilled after a minute or two — the time holding no importance to me — as he laid his forehead against my collarbone, his heavy panting poisoning my skin and pissing me off more than anything that has ever pissed me off before. I turned my head to the side and buried my face into one of the pillows near me, trying to somewhat muffle the sharp cries that were rattling my throat as they craved an escape that I wasn't in any way willing to grant them.
His weight left me after some time and I finally breathed, my chest burning from keeping it in for so long. Feeling the mattress dip underneath my body, I turned away from the pillow and saw Phil climb off of the bed that didn't belong to me anymore. His eyes on mine portrayed the worthlessness that I felt as he picked up the shirt that he ripped off of me earlier. "You're filthy," he spat as he threw the fabric at my face. "Get dressed."
I nodded as I looked away.
In my own fucking room, my safe haven.
As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, I quickly jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I fell down next to the toilet and dry heaved as I ignored the curse words that my knees where screaming at me when they hit the hard tiles, their bones asking me what they did wrong to deserve their punishment. After an agonizing minute of no freedom, I was rewarded with emptying out everything that I didn't want.
I pushed myself away and leaned against the tub, letting it chill the skin of my naked back as I blindly reached behind me for the faucet. As soon as I heard the soothing sound of water echoing throughout the small room, I looked over my shoulder and moved the control all the way over to where the red colored label ended.
After slowly stepping into the shower, I closed my eyes in pure gratification as I placed my palms flat against the tiles, letting the hot water run down my body from above and honest to God, not giving a damn that I was probably burning the existence out of my skin.
I wanted to feel anything other than what I was currently feeling.
Fucking dirty, when all that I desired was cleanliness.
After scrubbing my skin raw, I stepped out of the shower and turned off the water, not bothering myself with a towel, seeing no point in doing so because I was already feeling bare, both inside and out. Lowering myself onto the tiled floor, I laid down and placed my warm forehead against the coolness as I gasped for air that my body wasn't allowing me.
How could this be happening again?
The shiver and tremble that ran through my blood startled me awake. I quickly sat up and looked around the bathroom as I ran my hand over the back of my neck, trying to massage the stiffness against my sore muscles.
Feeling a slight breeze of some sort, I lowered my head and grimaced at my barely concealed body, my eyes running across the only article of clothing found, a bra that felt too uncomfortable from being a little bit damp.
After pushing myself off of the floor, I grabbed onto one of the towels that were placed on top of the counter and wrapped it around my body as I made my way out of the bathroom that I would rather never see again.
Looking out of my window and thinking to myself that it wasn't that big of a jump, I got dressed in an old tee shirt and some sweatpants before I pulled a hoodie over my head and stuffed my feet into a pair of chucks.
I packed my bag with some jeans, tees, boy shorts, bras, socks, and chucks before I made my way into the bathroom again to add my shower supplies with the rest, not forgetting about my toothbrush and toothpaste.
After throwing my bag out of the window, I climbed out, feeling like some sort of crazed criminal as I placed my foot on top of the thickest part of the tree that was shielding my room from the outside. When I reached a safe distance — for me, at least — I jumped off and landed on the ground with an 'Oh you motherfucker' as I twisted the shit out of my ankle. After grabbing my bag, I looked around me as I quickly walked over to my truck and got inside.
Two Hours Later
'I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between, you know you wouldn't want it any other way.'
I pushed myself away from the seat as I leaned over to grab onto my cell phone that was placed on top of the dashboard. Looking out of my window at the empty field that my truck was parked in, I flipped it open with a mumbled "Hello" as I brought it up to my ear.
Silence.
I closed my eyes as I leaned back. "Hello?" I repeated.
"Since when the fuck have you started answering your phone with hello?" Rose asked.
I rolled my eyes as I opened them. "What are you talking about? I answer my phone like that sometimes."
"Um, yeah, never. What's going on, where are you?" I closed my eyes at the sudden tears that appeared against them as I ran my other hand through my hair. "Bella?"
I swallowed before I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'm here."
"Shit, you're scaring me, where are you? I'm on my way."
I shook my head as I ran my hand down my face, irritated with myself. "Rose, I'm goo—"
"Don't tell me that you're fucking good," she hissed, interrupting me. "I'm on my way, bye."
Seeing 'call ended' flash across the screen, I growled as I flipped my phone shut, tossing it onto the passenger seat afterwards. Twisting the key that was sitting in the ignition, I shook my head as my truck rumbled to life.
Ten Minutes Later
As I was heading back into familiar territory, my cell phone rang out with Rose's ring tone once the hell again. Keeping my eyes on the road, I reached over and picked it up before I flipped it open and brought it up to my ear with a groan, seeing as to how she was already talking. "B, are you home? I don't see your truck." I was about to tell her to chill the hell out, but she spoke before I had the chance to, once again. "Oh my fucking God!" she gasped. "Did that asshole kidnap you? Oh, that's it! I'm calling the poli—"
"Rose," I tried.
"—ce. Can you recognize anything around? If you can't, it's cool, just give me clues. I'm going to hire a fu—"
"Rose," I said, my voice coming out louder.
"—cking detective and we'll discover your ass, don't you worry. He's going to regret that he eve—"
I slammed my hand against the steering wheel as my truck waited for the street light to turn green. "Rose!"
Christ, this bitch doesn't listen!
I relaxed as I heard her clear her throat. "Coffee?" I asked, stepping on the gas pedal as the light turned.
"You're okay?" she asked.
"I'm good," I lied, my fingers against the steering wheel, tight. "Meet you at the cafe in five, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," she whispered, her voice soft and non believing. "Alright."
Looking behind me as I walked to the door, I hissed in pain as I felt the heavy glass slam into my shoulder. Placing my hand against the ache, I turned around and rolled my eyes at Jasper, who cursed when he noticed that it was me. With a grimace, he brushed my hand off of my shoulder and ran his own against the spot. "I'm so sorry, Bella. I didn't mean to do that, once again."
I shook my head as I stepped inside, gently pushing his hand away at the same time. "No worries, Blue Eyes. It was my fault this time, I wasn't paying attention."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Are you good?"
I nodded as I avoided his eyes and looked over his shoulder. Lifting one of my hands, I waved at Emily, who winked at me in greeting as she handed one of her customers a cup of coffee. "Yeah, I'm good."
"You seem different," he stated, placing his hands in his pockets as he lowered his face down to mine. "I didn't get any smart ass comment from you. That shit is unusual."
I shrugged as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants. "I'm alright, Blue Eyes. Don't sweat it."
"Sure?"
I smiled as I pushed him against the door. "Sure."
"Alright," he whispered, winking at me as he returned my push with one of his own. "I'll see you around."
I nodded as I turned around and started for the table that Rose was already occupying. After taking a seat next to her, I rolled my eyes at her whispered 'Happy Birthday' as she gave me a quick kiss. "Don't remind me," I mumbled as I looked away from her and leaned back into my chair.
"Emmett is on his way."
Sitting up, I raised an eyebrow at her as I grabbed a hold of one of the menus. "He's coming here?"
She raised her own eyebrow at me as she leaned back into her chair. "Yeah, why wouldn't he be?"
"No reason," I replied with a shrug as I unnecessarily flipped the menu open. "I'm just surprised, I guess."
In reality, I was just worried that he would notice that something was bothering me.
And there goes my menu, flying across the room.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "What the fuck, Rose?"
She glared at me as she sat up. "Something is wrong," she hissed, "so cut your bullshit with the whole 'oh, I'm going to look at the menu' act, like you don't always order the same goddamn thing everyday."
I rolled my eyes at her as I shoved my hands into my hoodie pockets. "Whatever, Rose, nothing is wrong." I looked over my shoulder and nodded at Emily as she raised a brow at me and pointed to the coffee machine. "I'm just tired, I didn't sleep all that spectacular last night. It's not like everyone is up and goddamn alert like you are at this time of the fucking morning, so shove a toothpick up your ass and deal with it."
"Bullshit."
"You're bullshit," I whispered, bored.
She nodded at me. "Your face is bullshit."
"Your whole existence is bullshit," I countered.
The chick gave me the finger and before I had the chance of giving her the double finger, the both of us turned our attention to the front door when we heard it swing open, only to see my brother stepping inside the cafe. I grinned as Emily walked up to him with a smile, kissing his cheek when she reached him. After placing his arm over her shoulder, they both started heading over to the table, whispering words to each other along the way.
Bending down a bit, Emmett gave Rose a loud kiss while Emily walked over to me and handed me my coffee with a whispered "Happy Birthday, lady," leaving her lips as she kissed my forehead and then ruffled my hair.
I nodded my thanks as I took a small sip of the hot liquid. Placing my mug on top of the table, I smiled at Em as he grabbed a hold of my face to kiss the area in between my eyebrows. "Happy fucking birthday, kiddo."
"Hello and thanks," I replied, moving over to the empty chair next to me, letting him have his regular seat.
He looked at me in some incredulous type of a way as he sat down, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. "Hello?"
I nodded. "Uh, yeah, as in hello, nice to see you, motherfucker."
He leaned back into his chair, placing Rose's feet on top of his lap as she lifted them. Looking at her with his eyebrows scrunched together, he nodded towards me. "When the hell did she start saying hello to anyone?"
"HAH, told you!" Rose yelled, pointing at me. "That's some weird shit."
I reached out and smacked the back of Emmett's head with a raised eyebrow. "Is that better?"
"Much better," he laughed with a satisfied nod as he placed his arms across his chest.
We spent the rest of our time eating and chit chatting about tonight, and how Emmett had invited a few people who he met a couple of weeks ago over to the apartment to join us for the lovely celebration of my birthday.
I was told to be at their place by eight.
Copy, over, and out.
After I said my goodbyes, I decided to just head home.
I couldn't really just disappear, if we're being realistic about the shit.
Me thinking that I could just up and leave was useless.
I had a fucking responsibility, who went by the name of Renee.
On my way out of the front door after getting ready for the night, I saw Phil and Renee step out of their car. My eyes focused on my mom as she laughed at something that Phil was whispering in her ear and I smiled, because for the first time in a long time, she wasn't obliterated.
When they reached the doorway, Renee's eyes met my own and she returned my smile with a authentic one as she reached out and ran one of her hands through my hair. "Hey, sweetheart, where are you going?" My attention moved to Phil, who was standing next to her with his pleased gaze on me. I shook my head as I leaned back from her touch, causing Renee's happiness to falter. "What's wrong, baby?"
I shrugged as I started tugging on the bottom hem of my hoodie. "Nothing." Her hand reached towards my face and I narrowed my eyes at her as I slapped it away. "Stop it, Renee."
She leaned against Phil's shoulder as she laughed, in some uncomfortable type of a way. "Bella, don't be ridiculous. Why do you call me Renee? I'm your mother, call me mom."
"I don't have time for this," I replied as I nodded towards my truck, silently telling her to move out of my way.
Her face fell a little bit as she leaned away from Phil's shoulder.
And yeah, it hurt for me, too, but...
The pleasure of seeing her in the slightest amount of pain, outweighed it.
The pleasure of seeing her in the slightest amount of pain, outweighed it.
With a small nod, she stepped inside and headed strait for the kitchen, her strides deliberate with wanting nothing more than to start the night early with the vodka that she kept so well hidden underneath the sink.
I walked outside and brushed by a smirking Phil as he stood there with his arms across his chest. "Isabella?" When I reached my truck, I stopped and waited for him to continue, not willing to look over my shoulder. "Thank you for last night," he whispered. "It was actually really beautiful. Don't keep me waiting long."
I gritted my teeth as I opened the door to my truck and got in before I slammed it shut.
After I opened the door to their apartment, I grimaced at all of the "Happy birthday's!"
There was Em and J, grinning like tools as they pumped their fists up in the air like some Jersey Shore bullshit. Rose and Pixie were right next to the idiots, excitedly bouncing up and down as they held hands.
Fucking girls.
Looking over to my left, I grinned at Sam and Emily as they leaned against the wall with smiles on their faces. And then I noticed Edward and Jasper, standing in front of the kitchen door with smirks across their mouths.
What in the...
Rose and Pix looked away from me with pressed tight lips as I narrowed my eyes at them.
Rose and Pix looked away from me with pressed tight lips as I narrowed my eyes at them.
Those bitches.
Emmett and Jake took notice in me as I kept my eyes on Edward a little longer than necessary, causing them to both clear their throats. Rose slapped the back of my brother's head at the same time that Pix repeated the act with J, causing me to shake my head and snap out of my thoughts on how goddamn good that kid looked.
My back shut the door as I placed my hoodie over my head, absolutely hating the attention that everyone was giving me with their stares, like I was on center stage, ready to perform. "He—" I cleared my throat. "Hello."
As I looked around the room, I raised an eyebrow at the majority of the frowns that penetrated my existence. "Did you just say hello?" J asked me as he scratched the back of his neck. "You're name is Bella, right?"
I snorted. "Oh, fuck off, people."
He grinned as he pimp walked his ass over to me, making me snort. "Now that's, my girl right there."
I leaned down a bit to give him a peck on the lips as he picked me up. "Hey, J."
"Happy birthday, Bells," he whispered with a smile as he lowered me down onto the floor again.
I smacked his cheek lightly in thanks before I turned my attention to Em, who rolled his eyes as he stepped up to us. After tossing J to the side and ignoring his growl, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders with a grin. "Happy birthday, Kiddo."
"Okay!" Rose shouted as she started heading over towards us. Grabbing a hold of my hand with one one of hers, she smacked the back of Em's head with the other before she pulled me towards the couch. "My turn!"
"Fuck!" I hissed as the broad tackled me, as if we were playing some kind of a fucking football game. I groaned a second later as Pix jumped on top of Rose, who was on top of me. "Jesus H Christ, my back!"
They started attacking me with little kisses and I growled, feeling the disgusting thickness of their lipstick as it smeared across my face. "Alright, shit, enough!" I yelled, trying to shove them off of me. "I'm going to barf!"
Ten seconds went by as they ignored my warning, so I lifted my legs and kicked them off of me.
"My vagina is broken," Pix mumbled from the floor, laying on top of Rose who growled a "Vicious bitch."
As Sam and Emily stepped over the two broads, I stood up and smiled as they wrapped me up in a nice hug.
Normalcy, fuckers.
Everyone needs to take lessons from these two, the only ones who seem to act like civil human beings.
After letting go of me, they turned around and raised their hands up in the air, waving them around. "Shots!"
Okay, so I completely take back the whole 'civil human beings' bullshit.
The both of them were just like the rest of my goddamn friends. Animals.
Everyone — except for Blue Eyes and Edward — started charging towards the kitchen in some barbaric type of a way as soon as liquor was mentioned, nearly trampling over each other in their haste to get in there first.
Lowering my hoodie from my head, I made my way over to Edward and Jasper with a roll of my eyes as they both gave me a nod. "I'm sorry if you guys were in any way threatened to come over here by Rose or Pixie."
Blue Eyes laughed as he shook his head. "Nah, they just told us that it was your birthday, so..." he paused as he raised an eyebrow at Edward, who returned the gesture, "We both wanted to come, yeah?"
Edward smirked as he returned his attention back to me. "Definitely."
Fucking sexy ass.
Nodding towards the kitchen, I grimaced as I placed my arms across my chest. "Well, I'm going to go in there and make sure that no one gets hurt while they all take shots, seeing as to how it wouldn't be the first time."
Edward's eyebrows scrunched together. "How is that possible?"
"Did you guys ever notice the scar over Jake's top lip?" I asked. They both shook their heads and I grinned as I continued. "Well, it was caused by Emmett wanting him to chug tequila faster than he deemed appropriate."
They looked shocked.
Yeah, no. Don't.
"And, you might not notice it but two of my brother's bottom teeth are chipped, almost to the gum line. That is because J thought that it was a cool time to high five his mouth as Em was taking a sip from his bottle of beer."
Blue Eyes laughed as he shook his head. "Point taken."
I nodded for them to follow me before I walked over to the kitchen door and swung it open. Stepping into the room, I rolled my eyes as I noticed my brother purse his lips together as Emily handed Jake a filled shot glass.
"What the fuck, man?" J hissed angrily, pushing Emmett away with a glare when he tried to shove the shot glass down his throat a second after he went to take it. "I don't want anymore gang bang scars, asshole!"
"Well CEASE acting like a BITCH!" Emmett yelled before he brought his bottle of beer up to his mouth.
Cease, though?
"Cease this, motherfucker," J laughed as he quickly smacked the bottle up against Em's face.
And that, my friends, was well played.
Kudos to J.
My brother choked in surprise before he threw his bottle of beer into the trash can. Not a second later, I took a step back and bumped into Edward and Blue Eyes as Jake ran passed us with Emmett after him. "I have an image to keep up, you douchebag! If I get one more goddamn chipped tooth, you're dead to me, dead!"
Rose and I shrugged — like get used to it, this isn't anything new — at Alice's glare that was directed at us as she grabbed a hold of my brother's arm when he went to make his way around the counter the second time. I looked over my shoulder and grinned at Blue Eyes and Edward as they both tried to hold onto their laughter.
Emmett was definitely feeling good.
Rose, Alice, and Jake were long fucking gone.
And Sam and Emily were getting there.
My entertainment of the night consisted of watching Rose and Pixie dancing in the middle of the living room, or...as they put it, they were 'dropping it like it was hot,' that included 'booty shaking,' which...warranted the both of them to yell out 'booty, booty, booty, booty rockin evrywhayah!'
Rose was holding onto Alice's slim hips while she tried to teach her the correct method of how to 'drop it," claiming that she did it all wrong and looked as if she were taking a hard shit instead.
I shook my head at Rose's lessons with a laugh before I looked around the room.
Everyone was laughing, eating and drinking too much, and just having a good time.
And here I am.
My mood fucking blew, knowing that after this night...I had to go 'home.'
My mood fucking blew, knowing that after this night...I had to go 'home.'
I stood up from the couch to sneak off into the kitchen, not really wanting anyone's company. As I opened the door and found it completely empty, I smiled in delight and skipped over to the counter. Knowing exactly where Em kept his good whiskey hidden from me — like some goddamn fool — I reached the sink with triumph and bent my knees a bit to pull open one of the cabinets that were placed underneath it.
"Yesssss," I whispered to myself as I found the poorly hidden bottle. "Fucking A."
Taking a hold of one of Rose's Mickey Mouse mugs, I placed it on top of the counter and started filling it up with the lovely brown liquor, not caring at all if I looked as if I were an alcoholic as I poured it up to the rim.
And, don't look at me like that, people.
I'm drinking my problems away for once, so BLAH if you deem it a problematic behavior.
Halfway through Mickey
Pushing myself away from the counter that I have been leaning against for God knows how long, I let my eyes roam the kitchen with a purpose as I tried to think of a good 'alcoholic beverage top hiding spot,' knowing that I should probably start heading back out into the living room before people start to realize that I've been gone for a while.
I mean, let's think realistically right now.
There is a high chance of having a few undercover bottle snatchers up in this joint.
My whiskey baby made me feel a bit brighter, I'm taking no goddamn chances.
Wait.
Did I just refer to the liquor that I was drinking as my whiskey baby?
I took a second to look into my mug before I nodded in self explanation.
Mmhmm...I really did drink almost the whole goddamn thing.
Mmhmm...I really did drink almost the whole goddamn thing.
But, fuck it, right?
"Ha!" I whispered in some excited as shit type of a way when I located the perfect spot.
After a few seconds of trying to cram my — seemingly huge — ass behind the refrigerator, I hissed at it. "Let me through, you cold fucker!" Hearing someone in the room clear their throat afterwards, I froze. "Uh, yeah?" I asked to whoever.
"Bella?"
I grimaced. "How can I be of assistance to you, Edward?"
I heard his quiet, honey-like laughter and rolled my eyes. "Are you good back there?"
I turned my head towards his voice and groaned when I came face to face with the fridge, squishing my nose a bit in the process. "Uh, yeah, I'm good," I told him as I waved my hand in the little space that permitted me to do so, dismissing him. "Thanks for checking, okay, bye now!"
"Bella, what are you doing?"
I narrowed my eyes as his voice, seeing as to how it sounded a lot more closer than before. Placing the bottle against my chest, I cradled it with my life's dependency. "Yeah, so, the fridge is like...broken," I brilliantly lied.
I heard the fridge door open a second later and internally growled as I practically felt the kid wearing a smirk. "Yeah, uh, it's good, Bella. It looks like it's working jus—"
"Yeah, I know, Edward," I interrupted with a roll of my eyes. "It's working now only because I just got done fixing it, duh. Wooh!" I laughed in some awkward type of a way. "Em and Rose owe me for that shit, right?"
A couple seconds went by of hearing nothing from him.
Good, he left.
In my excitement of being left alone, I performed a fist pump and hissed as one of my fingers slammed against the top cabinet. Lowering my hand with a mumbled "Ouch," I quickly placed my injured digit into my mouth.
"Bella?"
"What do you need with my existence, Edward?" I growled in annoyance.
"Are you going to come out any time soon?"
I shrugged, or tried to at least. "Yeah."
"Do you need any help?"
"No," I answered in suspicion. "I'm good. I'll see you later. Bye."
"Well, can you come out? You've been in here for the majority of the night."
I groaned at being the birthday chick. "Fine, just give me a minute here."
I tried backing up, but my goddamn shoulders were acting as if they were my enemies, not allowing the shit. "Do you by any chance need me to help you out in some way?" he laughed, hearing the numerous mumbled curse words that escaped my being.
I ignored him as I lowered myself down onto the floor, internally scoffing at his bottle snatching ways. Twisting my legs in some awkward kind of a way and congratulating myself afterwards since I thought that it was a skill that seemed quite impossible — for me — I placed the bottom of my chucks against the small area of the wall that was in front of me, one on top of the other, before I tried to scoot my ass back.
No vice.
I growled in embarrassment, running a hand down my face. Hearing Edward's soft laughter behind me, I looked over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes at the kid as he placed his arms across his chest, looking down at my situation with pursed lips. "Christ, Bella. How in the hell did you get yourself back there?" His gaze moved to my legs before he raised a brow. "And in that position?"
I rolled my eyes. "Can you just shut up and help me, you asshole?"
"Yeah," he whispered with a small smirk before he bent his knees a bit to lower himself to the floor. "I'm going to grab a hold of your waist and pull when you're ready. You push with your freakish paper clip looking legs."
I turned my head towards the wall again and agreed to his instructions with a hand clap.
And then I giggled, because seriously, a hand clap?
"Alright, come on, angel," the kid whispered, causing me to grimace at his quote on quote cute endearment as I felt him wrap his arms around my waist, tight and so nicely right. "I got you, go ahead and push against me."
So, I did.
And, here we are.
Him on his back against the floor and me on top of the kid with my eyes on the ceiling.
I snorted after a few seconds of complete silence, cause he so asked for the shit.
He slowly pushed his back off of the floor with a small groan, making me sit up. "Are you alright?"
I giggled — goddamnit — as I grabbed onto the hand that he offered me after he stood up. "I'm good."
He grinned as he pulled me onto my feet. "Good."
I walked over to the kitchen table and took a seat on one of the stools before he followed my actions and sat down next to me, all the while raising an eyebrow at my mug as I brought it up to my mouth with a wide smile.
Hey Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind…
"Hey Mickey!" I shouted out loud before I slapped one of my hands over my mouth, noticing the kid's smirk. "Fucking nonexistent mental filter," I mumbled, explaining myself.
He narrowed his eyes at me as he reached over to grab the mug out of my hand. Keeping his gaze on me, he brought my baby up to his nose and sniffed it. "Whiskey, yeah?" he asked in a whisper, a smile tugging on the corner of his delicious mouth that I, all of a sudden, kind of wanted to eat.
I nodded, and he lowered the mug to his mouth and took a long sip of the best goddamn liquor known to man. I pursed my lips when he cleared his throat afterwards as he handed it back to me. "Well, that explains why I caught you crammed in between the fridge and the wall, claiming that you were all of a sudden Ms. Fix it."
Fucker.
"The bulb was out," I insisted.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "The bulb was out?"
"You know, the cold controller thingy," I tried to explain, half to myself and half to him. "It wasn't working."
He nodded, in some serious type of a way. "Right."
I rolled my eyes at him as I lowered my head. "Shut up."
The kid nudged my shoulder with his own and I pursed my lips at the 'Can I laugh now?' expression over his face. Exasperated, I waved my hand up in the air with a mumble of "Go the fuck ahead," before the both of us started cracking up, uncontrollably.
After catching our breaths, I went to take another sip out of my mug but paused as I heard the doorbell ring. I shrugged at Edward as he stood up with a raised eyebrow. "Let's go see who else came," I suggested, placing my hands against the edge of the table as I went to get off of my stool.
Edward's hands quickly found my hips as I miscalculated my feet's plan of action, almost tripping in response to their carelessness. Looking up at him as he righted my body, I glared at his smile. "You good, Ms. Fix it?"
I slapped his hands away from me with a growl. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine, Sex Hair."
And cue me slapping my hand over my mouth, once the hell again.
He grabbed a hold of my arm as I went to escape before he turned me around so that I was facing him again. "Did you just call me Sex Hair?"
Fuck my mouth and everything that it's connected to.
I laughed at him like he was the moron. "Sex Hair?" I scoffed. "I didn't say that. I said...Blex…Blair."
And what the fuck is that?
He raised an eyebrow at me as he placed his arms across his chest. "Blex Blair, though?"
"Yep, I have nothing," I replied as I rolled my eyes at myself, grabbing a hold of his hand. "Come on, let's go."
I pushed the door open and took a step out into the living room before I completely froze up, causing Edward to bump into me with a mumbled curse word leaving his mouth before his hands took a hold of my waist, with the idea of keeping my body from falling forward from the impact of his own walking straight into me.
I glared at Andy, whose eyes widened a little bit in stun when he noticed me standing in the same room. The asshole was holding hands with Ms. Crazy Red Hair, who was chit chatting with Ms. Leggy Blonde Hair, the two broads who I had the delight of seeing for the first time at Andy's place a few nights ago.
Why were they all here?
And shit on my life!
If Em and Rose find out about Andy, I have no doubt that hell will break loose.
If Em and Rose find out about Andy, I have no doubt that hell will break loose.
J knows not to say a word to my brother about anything, so I wasn't worried about that.
I took a step backwards, causing Edward to put his hands over my hips as I quickly pushed the both of us back into the kitchen. After letting the door close in front of me, I turned around and slapped his arms away from my body and narrowed my eyes at the kid. "Did you fucking invite Andy here?"
"Are you kidding?" he asked. "No, why the hell would I invite anyone here? It's not my place."
I ran one of my hands down my face as I used the other one to place my hoodie over my head. "Hey, can you just do me a goddamn solid and don't mention anything dealing with Andy and I in the same sentence, yeah?"
"You mean to tell me that no one knows about you and Andy knowing each other?"
"That's exactly what I mean," I replied to his raised eyebrow. "Christ, Edward, don't be retarded. I mean, we haven't known each other for a long time and I get that, but from what small amount of time that we have been spending together, I can confidently assume that you don't use any type of drug, am I right?"
He nodded as he placed his arms across his chest. "Okay, so?"
"So, a person would have to be blind to not see that Andy does use. My brother's vision? It's just fine. And, I can guarantee you that the way that he reacted towards you when you guys first met is child's play compared to the way that he would react to finding out that Andy and I know each other." He shook his head as he lowered it, otherwise remaining quiet as I started to bug the hell out. "I don't understand why he's here," I spat as I paced the room. "Do you think that Jasper invited him?"
"No," he answered, meeting my eyes again. "We were the ones who were invited here, he wouldn't do that."
I groaned. "Christ, man! I don't know what the hell to do. I mean, this whole thing isn't going to go well."
Edward walked up to me and took a hold of my shoulders, stopping me from making another round through the room. "Alright, just chill out for a second, yeah? We'll both just go out there and act like it's nothing. We could mingle, drink, eat, and just bullshit around. Honestly, I won't let anything go down, Bella. No worries." I went to lower my head but his hands moved up to my jaw as he kept it upright. "Don't stress it, yeah?"
I nodded after a second and he gave me a small grin as he took a hold of my hand to lead us out into the living room. After the kid pushed the kitchen door open, I shook my hand out of his and nodded towards Em and J as he looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Ms. Leggy Blonde Hair screeched his name, causing a low groan to leave Edward's chest before he mumbled a sarcastic "Thanks a lot" to me before walking away.
I looked around the room and noticed that Andy was leaning against one of the walls, talking to Blue Eyes. As Emmett walked up to them after a few seconds and shook the asshole's hand, my jaw dropped a bit.
What the hell is that shit?
An uncontrollable snort left my chest when I noticed Rose running towards me with her right eye squinted, telling me that this chick was beyond loaded. "Honey B! Where the helllll have you beeeeen?" she slurred, looking at the kitchen door behind me.
I grabbed a hold of her chin and turned it so that she was looked at me, instead. "I'm right here, Rose."
She scrunched up her nose in some ewe kind of a way as she leaned back a bit, so I cupped one of my hands over my mouth and exhaled, thinking that maybe my breath stunk or something. She narrowed her eyes at me — or fell asleep, seeing as to how she was that intoxicated — while she took a hold of my chin and pulled my face towards hers. I raised an eyebrow at the broad as her other fingers spread my lips apart before she sniffed my tongue. "Is that whiskey that I smell?" she asked, trying to sound a little menacing.
Bitch, you're lit off of your ass, don't.
I snapped my teeth at her before she pulled her hand away from my mouth. "Oh, so what, hookah? I drank a little whiskey. Sue me for trying to celebrate my goddamn birthday with my favorite liquor."
"Touché," she replied before a loud laugh escaped her, as if what she just said was the funniest shit ever.
Ha, she's fucking wrecked.
I turned my attention back to Emmett and Andy as my brother whispered something into the asshole's ear.
I really, really didn't like what I was currently seeing, man.
Pixie stood up from the couch before she started charging towards me, breaking me out of my thoughts as I quickly took a step back with a grimace and a raised eyebrow, not knowing what she had 'planned' for me. After reaching me, she grabbed a hold of my face and turned the motherfucker before she ravaged the shit out of my mouth.
And, I guess that's how she felt at the goddamn time.
After biting the lip out of my top one, she pulled away from me with a smirk before she started to roughly run her fingers through my hair, causing me to hiss in holy hell cat. "That was quite lovely, Bella Boo. Really nice."
And then the broad walked away, like 'Mmkay, thanks, see ya,' as Rose gave her one ass cheek a high five, like she played a good game.
"That was fucking hot," J whispered in awe, looking as if he were in dream land.
Blue Eyes looked like he was going into shock.
Emmett's mouth hung open as he stared at Alice.
Andy muttered a "Holy fuck" as Edward let out a soft groan.
And I, walked over to the couch and sat down with my head lowered.
Boys.
Rose sat down next to me as she handed me a shot glass. "Honey B, you have to try th—"
I downed it, not waiting for her to finish telling me what it was.
She looked at me incredulously as I handed the shot glass back to her. "Well then."
I looked over to my right and glared at my target. "Who is that guy with Em?"
She leaned over me to get a better look and shrugged, the action almost causing her to fall over before I grabbed onto her arm. "I don't know."
"You never saw him around before?" She shook her head at me as Pix walked up to us and handed her another shot glass before walking away. "Who invited him?"
She stood up from the couch by using my tits as support before she lifted her glass up to her lips to down the liquor. "I think that Emmett invited him."
Cocksucker.
While I was nursing the beer that J handed me a couple of minutes ago, I narrowed my eyes at Andy as I saw him place one of his arms over Emmett's shoulder, a smirk over his face as he led my brother out of the room.
Okay B, don't flip out, I told myself.
Take some deep motherfucking breaths and you'll be cool.
Take some deep motherfucking breaths and you'll be cool.
So here I am a second later as I glared at the wall, my leg bouncing in a workout.
"You need to chill the hell out," Edward told me as he took a seat next to me, but of course, I ignored him. "Now," he added, placing one of his hands over my knee to hold my leg still. "You're freaking out over nothing."
I looked over at him as I chewed on my lip nervously. "What are they doing in the bathroom, man? It's been a couple of minutes already," I complained. "I mean, I know that Em isn't into dudes, so making out is out of the question."
He pulled my lip from my teeth with his thumb as he shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe they're just talking."
I rolled my eyes at his explanation before I stood up. "Well, I'm about to go and find the fuck out." He called my name and grabbed a hold of my arm before I looked over my shoulder and gave him the look. The kid in return, ground his teeth together as he instantly let go of me and placed his hands up in the air. "Smart idiot, you are."
After I made it to the bathroom, I knocked on the door and scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion as I heard a mumbled "Fuck" a second before I heard something that sounded like glass dropping onto the floor. Emmett then cleared his throat before he quickly told me to "Wait up, I'll be out there in a second."
"Em, it's me, open up."
"I'll be out in a second, kiddo," he replied, voice strained, "I'll meet you in the living room?"
Uh, no.
Lowering my head, I placed my hands over my hips. "Okay."
A couple of more minutes passed by with no sound coming from behind the door and I was seriously starting to lose my patience, thinking about what the fuck Andy could possibly be doing in there with my brother.
I lifted my head as the door opened and saw them stepping out of the bathroom as Emmett looked over his shoulder, laughing at Andy, who was behind him. As I pushed myself away from the wall that I was leaning against, my brother noticed the movement and froze as he noticed me standing there.
What, motherfucker, you actually believed that I would listen to you?
I met Em's eyes and my jaw dropped, seeing that they had that faraway look to them.
That faraway look that I was familiar with when I dealt with Andy.
My eyes left his and went to his fingers as they started pulling on his sleeves to lower them over his forearms. Em choked out my name before he cleared his throat, the blatant nervousness that he suddenly possessed causing Andy to laugh and pat his shoulder as he stepped out from behind him to leave the two of us alone. "Please don't tell me that you were in there doing what the fuck I think it was that you were doing."
Silence.
"Tell me that I'm fucking wrong, Emmett," I gritted with narrowed eyes.
He started to approach me, but I stopped him with my fists against his stomach. "It isn't what you think."
"Then what is it?" I questioned, pushing him away from me as I stepped towards him. "Because the way that I see it right now, is that you were in that goddamn bathroom shooting up!"
"Keep your voice down," he groaned as he looked down the hallway. "Just...chill the fuck out, Bella."
Chill the fuck out?
"Tell me that I'm wrong, Emmett." He lowered his head as he placed his arms across his chest. "I fucking despise you," I spat as I went to leave.
"Fuck, I just had a real shitty week, Bella. I just wanted to forget about it, alright?"
I looked at him with dramatic sadness, mocking the idiot. "You had a shitty week? Oh my fucking God, Em. I completely understand, go, please, shoot the fuck up to ease your goddamn troubles."
"Kiddo, come on, don't be like th—" his words were cut off as I kicked his knee, hard. "Fuck, Bella!"
"Go to hell, Emmett," I whispered, shaking my head at him as I walked away.
I stalked right into the kitchen, bypassing everyone while they danced and talked and oh — just fuck off! Reaching the fridge, I pushed it out to the side and then thought, goddamn, why didn't I do that the first time. "Oh, shut your trap!" I hissed at myself as I grabbed a hold of my whiskey bottle.
As I went to chug the liquor, a hand came out of nowhere and took my goddamn bottle away. "Whoa."
I opened my eyes and lowered my hand from its frozen position over my mouth. "Edward, now is not the time or the place. Give me back my motherfucking bottle, and no one gets hurt."
He ignored my threat as he walked over to the counter and started opening up random cabinets. I ground my teeth together as I followed the kid, more than ready to throw the hell down, but as I went to hiss his name, I was interrupted by him placing one of his hands over my mouth as he continued his search with the other one. "Take a seat and chill out."
"Edwa—" I tried again but he stopped me by lifting me up in the air and placing me on top of the counter. "Oh, Edward?" I asked in some sweet goddamn kind of a way.
"Hmm?"
Placing my hands underneath my chin, I fluttered my fucking eyelashes. "Can you please, pretty please with a cherry on top...GIVE ME BACK MY GODDAMN BOTTLE!" I shouted, finishing it off with a kick to his knee, simply because I felt like it.
He rolled his eyes at me as he used one of his hands to rub his knee, his other one busy as it reached for one of the cabinets above his head. "Just give me a fucking second...where the hell are the cups?" he mumbled to himself.
I shook my head as I reached out to him, the act almost causing me to fall off of the counter before he placed his hand against my stomach to push me back some. "I don't need a fucking cup, Edward. Give it here."
"Aha!" he whispered in success with a fist pump as he found what he was looking for.
Weirdo.
The kid came up to me with two cups before he tapped them against my thighs, silently telling me to spread them open. I narrowed my eyes at his raised eyebrow when I didn't. "What are you even doing?" I asked.
"I'm getting more comfortable," he replied with ease as he tapped my thighs once again. "Come on."
And of course, I couldn't really resist his sexy goddamn ass, so I spread them apart for him. Standing in between my legs, he placed the cups on top of the counter by my one hip and kept his eyes on me while he filled both of them up with the liquor, halfway. After handing me one of the cups, the cheap bastard took the other one and raised it up to his face for a toast.
Yeah?
No.
I downed my drink in two gulps before I handed the cup back to him with a grimace. "You're going to have to do better than that, Edward." Nodding towards the bottle, I raised an eyebrow. "You should just give me the whole thing and save yourself the trouble of having to refill it every two seconds."
He smirked as he threw his cup back. "You're kind of crazy, you know that?"
I rolled my eyes at the kid as I tried to snatch the bottle out of his hand when he went to refill, but he just shook his head at me and moved it out of my reach. "What happened?" he asked, raising a brow at me.
"Nothing fucking happened," I growled, taking the cup that he held out to me before downing the liquor in it.
Taking my cup, he looked in it and laughed before meeting my eyes again. "Easy, Killer. Any more chugging and I'll be able to take advantage of your sweet ass."
"Fuck off," I replied. "Refill me or give me the damn bottle."
"Look, Bella. I know that we don't get along the majority of the time that we hang out or whatever," he began in a whisper. "But, I want you to know, if you need to talk, I'm here to fucking listen to what you have to say."
Wait a motherfucking second here, I thought.
Andy and Edward are friends, so he must know something.
Andy and Edward are friends, so he must know something.
Fucking anything.
"So," I started with a raised suspicious eyebrow. "You and Andy, yeah?"
He met my suspiciousness and added his own. "What about me and Andy?"
"How close are you two idiots? I mean, you're friends with him, right?"
He stepped out from in between my legs and I kept my eyes on him as he walked over to the refrigerator. As he brought out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of sprite, he shrugged before he closed the door with one of his shoulders. "I wouldn't call us friends," he answered me. "Acquaintances maybe, but not friends."
"Why are you acquaintances to begin with? You don't seem like the type who hangs out with people like him."
Ignoring my statement, he walked over to where I sat before he took a hold of my cup. I stopped the kid as I saw him try to mix the drink with sprite after he added a small amount of vodka. "Dude, you're wasting your time. Just give me the alcohol."
"You're going to get sick, Bella."
"Does it look like I give a shit?"
He shook his head and mumbled something under his breath as he filled one of the cups with vodka. After the smart man handed it to me, he tossed his own cup into the sink and brought the bottle up to his mouth, sprite fucking forgotten.
"So?" I persisted.
"So?" he repeated as he ran his fingers through his hair. "It's not like you seem like you're the type to hang out with people like Andy, either. I don't understand the point that you're trying to make here."
"We're not talking about me," I argued. "I asked you a question, don't go turning the fucking tables around."
Placing the bottle on top of the counter, he shrugged. "It's just business, Bella. Andy works for my Pop, so I have to deal with him, even if I don't actually enjoy the shit."
"Business?"
What fucking business?
Andy doesn't know the meaning of work.
"Business," he confirmed. "But seriously, enough about Andy and I. Tell me what happened out there to make you want to drink your own body weight all of a sudden."
"What business?" I asked, ignoring his observation.
He shook his head as he looked away from me.
"Oh yeah?" I asked incredulously. "Just like that?"
He nodded before he met my eyes again. "Yeah, just like that."
"Well I suggest that you fuck off then," I whispered with a shrug, jumping off of the counter. "Just like that."
"Bella, listen," he whispered as he pulled a stool out. "It's not my fucking story to tell, so I can't, and I won't."
As he took a seat at the table, I walked over to him. "Okay," I whispered. "I get it. It's not your story."
If he doesn't want to talk about his shit, I won't make him.
The kid doesn't know my goddamn life story, so who am I to hold it against him?
Sitting down next to him, I took the bottle from his hand and brought it up to my mouth before swallowing a lil too much of the clear liquor that was in it. Afterwards, I grimaced and then gagged before I narrowed my eyes at the smirk that was found over Edward's lips. "I'm telling you, Bella. You're going to regret that shit in an hour or so."
I went to finish it off, but he snatched the bottle out of my hand and kept his eyes on mine as he drank the rest. "You're a greedy motherfucker, you know that?" I asked as I went to stand up to search for more alcohol, but when I did...
Goddamn.
Goddamn.
I grabbed a hold of the edge of the table, begging it to keep me upright.
Maybe I shouldn't have downed all of that whiskey and vodka, because right now...
Edward was definitely right.
"You okay?" Edward asked, his hands suddenly holding onto my hips.
Like, whoa, motherfuckers.
How in the hell did his superman ass get here so fast?
I looked up at the kid, or at least, where I thought that he was, before I grabbed a hold of his face so that he could stay the fuck still for a goddamn second. He laughed something too loud for my all of a sudden drunk ass as he moved his hands up to my waist. "Bae, I am staying the fuck still. It's you who is all over the place."
I nodded, only because I wasn't trying to bet against Edward Cullen again.
Taking a hold of my chin with one of his hands, he raised an eyebrow at me. "Lets get you home, yeah?"
Placing my arms over his shoulders, I used him to hold me up. "My chucks and hoodie, where are they?"
One side of his mouth raised higher than the other and I shook my head in some serious type of a manner, not at all joking around. "You have to find them! This isn't something to smirk about, dude!"
"Okaay," he whispered with a grimace as he covered up one of his ten ears. After he took a hold of my hips, he started to slowly bend his knees, causing my own to follow as he lowered us down to the floor. "I'm going to sit you here, where you're going to stay put, as I go out into the living room and look for your shit, yeah?"
"Yeah whatever," I replied in a mumble as I smacked his mouth a couple of times. As he went to stand up, my fingers quickly grabbed a hold of his shirt before I lowered his face down to mine. "Do what you have to do. I mean, kill whoever you need to, but you have to find them," I whispered, looking into the kid's eyes, ignoring his pursed lips. "Please, Edward. They're really important to me."
He bit his lip as he leaned back, a smile threatening to escape his mouth. "Alright, Bella, I'll find them without trying to get arrested for murder." After standing up, he started heading towards the door. "Just don't move."
I nodded, like hello, I told you that I wouldn't already.
After I heard the door close behind him, I laid down on my back and gasped in complete shock as I looked at the clock that was placed on the wall, noticing that it was two hundred and fucking ten o'clock! Christ, I thought as I brought my hand up to my face to see exactly how long I've been awake for, using my fingers to count the hours.
"Are you uh, alright, Bella?"
I narrowed my eyes at my digits as I hissed a "Shhh, goddamnit!" to whoever was breaking my concentration.
Shit, how is the world not over?
I mean, it's two hundred and ten o'clock, people.
I'm fucking ancient!
Person interrupt-o leaned over me, placing one of each of their million legs on each side of my million hips as I continued to count the endless hours with my fingers that were quickly running out. "Bella?"
Seeing twenty blue eyes staring at me and ten grinning lips, I raised a brow. "Jasper?"
Those amused mouths pursed together as he nodded, the action only making me more dizzy. "The one and only." After grabbing a hold of my chin, he kept my face still as my eyes danced with his head movements. "You're fucking wrecked, yeah?"
I snorted as I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. "Oh, you don't even knoooow."
"Do you mind if I keep you company?" he asked as he bent his knees to squat over me as if I were a toilet. "I mean, my lady left for the night and Edward told me that he was on some kind of a fucking mission out there."
"Oh God!" I yelled, feeling as if I could cry as I tightened my grip around him. "I hope that he finds my shit!"
He cringed as he unwrapped my fingers from around his wrist. "Don't worry, crazy girl. He'll find your shit."
And, I believed him.
After all, people. I didn't have any time to go worrying about not believing him.
It obviously passes by motherfucking quickly.
"Just a small town giiirl, livin' in a loonely woooorld. She took the midnight traain goin' aaanywherree!" I sang.
Beautifully, if you ask me.
"Just a city boooy, born and raised in Soooouth Detrooooit. He took the midniiiii—"
"Yeah, Jas?"
Blue Eyes and I looked over at Edward after he interrupted him and I giggled at Jasper's mumbled "Fuck off."
"No, don't let me interrupt you, Steve Perry," Edward told Blue Eyes with a wide grin as he let the door close behind him. "Please, don't stop fucking believing, man. You're going to miss that goddamn train if you do so."
Jasper rolled his eyes before he leaned down to kiss me on my forehead. Straightening himself up again, he let me know that Edward was just jealous before he walked over to the kid with a raised eyebrow. "You got her?"
"No worries," Edward replied as he patted him on his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow night, yeah?"
Blue Eyes nodded before he looked over his shoulder to wink at me, causing me in return to wink back, only it might of looked as if I had bubble gum taped to my cornea, seeing as to how they both rudely laughed at me.
After Edward walked over to me and leaned down a bit, he held out his hand and I smiled as I quickly took a hold of my prizes. "My fucking hoodies and chucks! Excellent job, man! I knew that you'd find them," I lied.
"Singular, Bella," he laughed. "Unless..." he paused with a raised eyebrow. "You have more than one hoodie?"
I shook my head as I held my hands out. "Get me up. It's two hundred and ten o'clock. I need sleep, asap."
"Bella, it's two thirty, in the morning."
I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Oh."
He grinned as he placed my arm over his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm taking you home," he declared like a grown up as he laid one of his arms underneath my knees and the other one around my back. "You ready to go?"
"Up, Up, and — " I grimaced as he lifted my body up too quickly. "Oh no."
Looking down at my face, he pursed his lips together as I grabbed a hold of his neck. "You good?"
"Just don't move that fast," I told him as I placed my other hand against his chest.
"I got you," he whispered as he headed over to the kitchen door. I smiled at the kid as he — slowly — turned the both of us around before he kicked it open with the back of his foot and led us out into the living room.
As we heard Rose's voice, he adjusted me and I grinned, looking around at all of the broads. "Honey B's!"
As we heard Rose's voice, he adjusted me and I grinned, looking around at all of the broads. "Honey B's!"
"Roses!" I yelled — plurally — as I leaned into Edward's neck and sniffed it, cause Mmm.
"How is it possible that I see more of you too?" the Roses asked the wall that was next to Edward's shoulder.
"Right!" I whispered in excitement, totally agreeing with her as I snorted.
Edward looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. "Did you just...snort?"
I ignored the kid as I looked around with scrunched together eyebrows. "Roses, where the hell are the rest of my Bellas? I only see a bunch of yous and Edwards, with hundreds and hundreds of colors, but mostly green. I think that's because of Edward's eyes, though, cause you know, the prick is always just smirking that damn smirk of his that I can't seem to get away from, do you even know?"
All of the broad's pretty little eyebrows scrunched together at me. "Yeah, baby girl. I'm way too fucked up to even start comprehending that motherfucking run on sentence that you just asked me."
"So true," I agreed before looking up at Edward. "Hey, did you know that the color green represents safety?"
Edward grinned as he adjusted me. "Alright, we should go before you start getting philosophical on me."
I nodded before I began to wave at all of my bitches as he started heading towards the door. "Bye, Roses!"
"See you all later, Honey Bssssssss!"
As Edward stepped outside and let the door close behind us after telling all of the Roses to lock up, he raised an eyebrow at me as I patted his chest. "Can you put me down? I'm going to freeze without pulling my hoodie on, and plus...how am I going to walk home and not kill you another day for turning my white socks black?"
"You have such a way with words," he whispered in amusement, lowering me down to the ground as he kept his hands over my hips. "Just let me hold onto you, yeah? I don't really want your face to meet the concrete."
I nodded as I let go of his shoulders. "Do as you must, Edward." After grabbing onto my hoodie, I practically shoved my head inside of it and growled — in frustration and slight fear of never again having the chance of seeing the outside world — because I couldn't seem to find the fucking head hole thing.
"Here, Bae," the outsider laughed in a muffle as I felt one of his hands leave my hips. "Let me help you."
I placed my palms over his chest before all of his fingers started to work their magic. As my head popped out of the hole that was previously sewn shut, I smiled, taking in my surroundings while the savior pulled the fabric down my torso. After he gently tugged my hair out like a fucking gentleman, I leaned towards said fucking gentleman and kissed him.
His eyes snapped to mine and his fingers froze against the bottom hem of my hoodie as I ended my thanks. "I don't have cooties, Edward," I whispered in amusement as I shrugged at his shocked demeanor.
He narrowed his eyes at me as he leaned back a bit. "I know that."
"It was just a peck. Don't act as if your dick was inside of my mouth, or something."
He grinned. "Nice analogy of what a peck is not considered."
I rolled my eyes at him and took a step back to bend over so that I could put my chucks on. A second later, I quickly grabbed a hold of the waistband of Edward's jeans to keep myself from falling to the side, seeing as to how this specific action needed coordination and soberness. I lifted my head and gasped a bit, noticing that my face was like...right in front of to his jun—
"Okaay, Tiger," Edward whispered with a laugh, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed onto my wrists and brought me to a standing position. "Let me stop you right there before you turn me the fuck on or something."
Looking into his eyes — I think — I bit onto my bottom lip and grinned. "Am I turning you on, Edward?"
"Quit biting your lip," he whispered, narrowing his eyes at me as his thumb ran across said lip to let it go.
I snorted but then yelped in surprise as the kid quickly lifted me up in the air. After he placed my ass on top of my truck's hood, I raised an eyebrow at him and he in response, held one of his hands out to me. "Chucks?"
I handed them over as he placed the bottom of my feet against one of his thighs. After he shoved them on, my hands wrapped around his neck as I thought that he was going to lower me back down onto the ground, but he pressed his lips into my open mouth instead, causing a loud gasp to escape my throat. "It was just a peck, Bella," he told my stupefied expression as he went to lean back. "I don't have cooties."
"Touché," I breathed like a hooker as I grabbed onto the front of his shirt, not wanting him to move.
His fingers found my jeans empty belt loops before they quickly pulled my hips a bit closer to the edge of the truck that I was barely sitting on, his eyes glued to my lips as his face started to slowly lean towards my own.
And, as soon as his lips were right the fuck there, my mouth started watering.
Not the good kind of watering.
It was the kind where I knew that he had five seconds to move out of my way.
"Oh my Christ," I choked as I opened my eyes, causing his own to follow suit. "Move."
"Is something...wrong?" he asked, his hands leaving my hips before they took a hold of my face. "Did I —"
"Motherfucking move," I spat, interrupting his concern as I pushed him aside. Leaning over, I placed my hand over the side of my mouth to hide it from him before I groaned, truly hating the taste of alcohol making its way up my throat and the sight of it as it met the curb that my truck was parked up against.
As I saw Edward heading over to me after a few seconds went by, I held my hand up with a mumbled "Ewe," stopping him. He rolled his eyes and brushed my fingers away before he placed his own against my neck to lift my hair off of the slightly damp skin there. "Don't be retarded, Bella. It's not as if I've never seen someone puking before."
After I wiped my mouth against my sleeve, I closed my eyes and grimaced. "Maybe if I get off of this tru—"
My words were interrupted as he lifted me off of the truck and lowered me down onto the curb, thoughtfully placing me away from where I threw up. Running both of my hands down my face, I mumbled my thanks and he shrugged as he took a seat next to me. "No worries." Looking over at him, I narrowed my eyes at the kid's smirk. "Just do me this solid and don't try to make out with me again. The moment is fucking ruined."
Laying my elbows on top of my thighs, I laughed as I placed my forehead against my palms. "Got it."
After a couple of minutes of sitting down, I felt a lot better so I slowly stood up with Edward placing his hand over my back to steady me. Looking down at his raised eyebrow, I gave him a small smile. "I'm good, now."
"Are you sure?"
"Golden," I insisted as I looked down the street. "I'm just going to start heading home, it's getting pretty late."
"Uh, no."
Turning my attention back to him as he stood up from the curb, I rolled my eyes. "Dude, don't start with this."
"I'm walking you home," he told me.
"Edward, no," I whispered, shaking my head, "I'm good on walking home by my—"
"I get that you're as stubborn as a motherfucker," he interrupted as he took a hold of my hand. "But, I suggest that you just shut up, Bella, because honestly, I think that I can dominate that trait of yours. I'm walking you home."
Fuck.
I can picture just how Phil will react to seeing this random kid walking me up to the porch.
I shook my hand out of his grip before I placed my hoodie over my head. "Edward, you can't...do that."
"And why can't I?" he asked.
"Because Phil is going to flip a shit if he sees you anywhere near the house."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Phil?"
"He's my step..." I paused, and shook my head. "Whatever. Just, please, you'll only make this harder for me." He went to say something, but I interrupted him before he had the chance. "Please, Edward? This one Solid?"
He looked down the street before he met my eyes again. "Will the man honestly bitch a fit?" he asked as his arms went across his chest. "Or, is this Bella Swan trying to prove to me that she's not vulnerable and shit?"
I smiled. "No, this doesn't have anything to do with that. Phil will honestly bitch a fit."
He nodded in some reluctant type of a manner before a small grin ran across his mouth as he placed his hands over my ass, causing my eyes to narrow as I waited a whole goddamn five seconds for the kid's explanation. "I'll let you walk home, but only if I could give you my phone number."
"Your hands over my ass isn't going to do that, Edward."
He shrugged as his fingers went into my back jean pockets before they pulled out my cell. After he flipped the device open, he looked at me as he programed his number into it. "You better fucking call me when you step inside that house that I'm not allowed anywhere near of."
I nodded as I heard his own cell phone ringing after he called it using mine. "Alright."
Saving my number, he narrowed his eyes at me. "Bella, if I don't hear from you in the next ten min—"
"I got it," I interrupted as I grabbed my cell phone from his hand. "Christ, shut up."
Turning around, he rolled his eyes at me before he started heading down the street. "Ten minutes, Bella!"
I gave the back of his head the middle finger before I turned around to head the opposite direction.
Weird, I thought as I stepped into the house, finding the living room empty.
The lights were still on, which was...something old. Not new.
The lights were still on, which was...something old. Not new.
But, not my problem.
I wasn't about to go investigating.
After I walked into my bedroom, I looked around as I got undressed, already feeling the dread that this place gave me. I headed over to the closet to grab a couple of blankets and pillows before I made my way over to the couch that was placed against the bottom of the bed that I would never again sleep on top of. While I tried to get as comfortable as I could, I heard my cell phone ring and sat up on my elbows before I flipped it open. "Yeah?"
Silence.
Laying my head down on top of the pillow, I yawned. "Uh, yeah, motherfucker?"
Nothing.
Looking at the screen, I grimaced, placing the phone back to my ear again. "Uh, Edward?"
"Hmm?"
Looking over my shoulder at the alarm clock, I cursed my existence, seeing that I left Emmett and Rose's apartment twenty minutes ago. "So, I'm uh...you know...I'm home, all safe and sound, minus ten minutes ago."
"Is one of your habits not checking the caller ID before you answer any phone calls?"
I grinned as I brought the blankets up over my shoulders, kicking the bottom of them out so that they covered both of my feet. "Oh, take it easy. Even if I did check the caller ID, I wouldn't recognize you being listed on it as Mr. Sex Hair."
He laughed quietly on the other end of the line and I closed my eyes. "You liked that, yeah?"
I snorted. "Get over yourself, you arrogant piece of shit."
"Alright," he yawned, the shit contagious as I mimicked his exhaustion. "I'm done talking to you tonight, shit. I mean, honestly, Bella. Do you understand how much of a fucking basket case you are? You make me crazy."
"Oh my God, Edward Cullen is so funny," I stated in some dull kind of a way.
"Goodnight, Ms. Fix it."
"Ni—"
"Hey," he interrupted, "Bella?"
"Mm?"
"Happy Birthday."
I opened my eyes as I smiled. "Thanks, man."
He hummed. "Night."
"Goodnight."
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