I stomped into Eclipse and went into the backroom to clock in, ticked off that I have been driving and driving all day long to try to keep myself busy so that I wouldn't do the one thing that I really wanted to do, which was to go to the motherfucking gun shop and get a motherfucking pistol and storm into Emmett's motherfucking place and shoot his motherfucking head off.
You get the point?
Yeah, I'm motherfucking pissed.
As I was walking over towards the bar, some clever guy decided that…
'Oh hey, I don't even know this bitch, but I wanna cop a feel anyway.'
I froze as soon as I felt his hand over my ass. Looking over at the bar, I noticed J's glare as he threw the rag that he was holding onto over his shoulder. I shook my head at him as he went to walk out towards us, silently telling him that I had it with one look. Turning around to face the idiot, I bit onto my lip. "Hey, baby," he purred. "How you doin'?"
Ahahahahahahahahaha.
Hahahahahahahahahah.
This will be fun.
I waved my hand at my face as I fanned myself, because I mean, he was so hot, right?
"I just got here," I whispered as I walked past my soon to be victim. "But I'm about to go outside and get some fresh air." Looking over my shoulder, I raised a brow as I let my eyes run down his body, trying to decide which part I wanted to destroy first. "Come with me?"
Just like a good little puppy, he followed and I grinned, hearing him whisper a "Watch this," to a buddy of his.
Ha.
I hope that you do, motherfucker. I hope that you do.
Walking past a tense J, I looked over at the Pixie and held up three of my fingers at her as I silently told her to keep him busy for three goddamn minutes. The chick answered me with a wink and a smirk as she patted my Gorilla's cheek. As I neared the front door, I grinned at Paul's narrowed eyes that were directed behind me. Noticing my amusement, he pursed his lips together after a second before he stepped to the side, knowing the drill.
Now, this isn't some new shit.
We work at a goddamn night club that's packed with motherfuckers who think that they could do shit to Rose and I. We learned how to take care of ourselves as the guys who worked here had our backs if we couldn't.
Walking through the parking lot, I headed towards my truck. Looking over my shoulder, I caught Mr. Grabby strutting behind me, thinking that he was honestly suave. Turning around and walking backwards, my brows scrunched together at the pimp walk that he started to try to pull off.
This stupid, stupid motherfucker.
After I reached my truck, I leaned against it as he faced me, grinning like a tool. "So, baby," he murmured like a goddamn whale. "What's your name?"
I lowered my voice as I kept my eyes on him. "My name?"
"Yeah," he whispered as he trailed a finger down my cheek. "What do you...go by."
Oh no, God help me.
Did this motherfucker really just run a goddamn finger down my face?
I giggled slash growled as I brushed his hand away from my space, when all that I really wanted to do was bend that digit back until it met with the back of his hand. Looking up at him from under my lashes, I placed my pointer finger into my mouth with a smile. "It's Bertha."
He choked. "Ber—Bertha?"
"Why do you say it like that?" I asked with a pout.
He cleared his throat, shaking his head. "Oh no, no no, baby. I was just surprised, is all. That name of yours is just so...unique."
Christ.
I turned around to face my truck before I placed my elbows on top of the hood. Looking over my shoulder, I stuck my ass out and smirked as he gulped. "Come here," I purred. "Come closer to me, hot stuff."
I stifled a laugh.
Hot stuff?
That's fucking great.
He nodded in a daze, his eyes a bit wide as he came up and stood beside me, placing himself right where the fuck I needed him to be. "So, why don't we get out of here, get to know each other bett—ahh!" He screamed as my forearm snapped towards his face and knocked his head back. "What the fu—"
I interrupted him by jumping on his back, taking him by surprise as his hands were occupying his — I'm pretty sure — broken nose. "Is my goddamn name baby, fucker?" I asked in a yell as I placed my mouth against his ear, deafening the bitch.
"Shit! Stop screaming in my ea—"
"ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed into his other ear.
"You crazy bitch!" he growled as he uselessly thrashed around, trying to throw me off of him. I pulled my right leg out as far as it would go and started kicking the shit out of his side, repeatedly. "Get off of me, you fucking —" he paused with a shriek as I slapped his face. "Lunatic!" he finished.
I felt someone's hands around my waist as they tried to pry me off of the kid and I looked over my shoulder, only to find Edward looking at me like I was out of my goddamn mind. He pursed his lips, trying not to laugh as he took a hold of my kicking leg. "Bella, let go, yeah?"
Ignoring him, I placed my mouth over Mr. Grabbys ear. "Tell me what my name is, you creep!"
He flinched away before he looked over his shoulder. "What are you talki—"
"My fucking name, what is it?" I asked in a growl.
He ignored me as he tried to push my legs off, so I tightened my thighs around him and bit onto his shoulder in return, causing him to yelp. Edward rolled his eyes at my retaliation before he placed his hands over my hips with a smirk. "Bella, get off of the guy. Do you even know him?"
Looking around, I grinned in contentment as I saw the crowd that we gained.
Blue Eyes and Paul were laughing so hard that they couldn't support their own bodies as they leaned against each other. J was doubled over in laughter, his face red from not being able to breathe with a proud looking Pixie on his back. "I told you fuckers not to try any of your shit with my girls," Sam chastised Mr. Grabby's friends, who were looking at me with shock.
Looking over my shoulder, I shook my head at Edward as he continued to hold onto my waist, seeing as to how the idiot was still thrashing around. "No, I don't know him," I growled as I grabbed a hold of his hair. "So, that doesn't give him any goddamn right to grab my ass!" I finished with a pull, loving the hiss that was produced by it afterwards.
Edward's hands around my waist tensed up a bit. "Bae, let go, yeah?"
Well.
It was fun while it lasted.
I rolled my eyes at the idiot's movements before I looked over my shoulder. "You got me?"
Edward nodded. "I got you, let go."
As soon as my feet touched the ground after the kid lifted me off of him, I placed my arms across my chest as I waited for my goddamn apology. Mr. Grabby turned around with a growl before he went to come at me in some kind of a way, but Edward stepped beside me, stopping the idiot's charge as he quickly placed his hand over his chest. "I wouldn't even think about it, dude."
Mr. Grabby smirked, his demeanor not as threatened as it should be. I looked over my shoulder and groaned as I saw all of my boys start to make their way over to us. Wrapping my hands around Edward's arm as he in return narrowed his eyes at the idiot, I shook my head. "Come on, man, it's over. Let's go, yeah?"
"This asshole owes you an apology," Edward stated calmly. "And, I expect it to be sincere."
As Blue Eyes walked up to the kid's other side with a worried expression written across his face, I tightened my fingers around his arm, wishing that I had enough strength to pull him away. "I accept his apology, Cullen. Come on, let's go."
Edward turned his attention to Blue Eyes with a grin. "I didn't hear any kind of apology, did you, Jas?"
Mr. Grabby laughed as he placed his arms across his chest and I narrowed my eyes at Jasper when Edward cocked his head to the side a bit. 'Do something,' I mouthed, wrapping my fingers around the kid's fist after I felt it form.
Blue Eyes stepped in between them and gently pushed me away before he placed one of his hands against Edward's shoulder. "Come on, E. Calm your shit," he whispered. "The kid's sorry, there's no need for this."
After pushing Jasper to the side, Edward stepped up to the soon to be dead moron who should have just apologized. "Tell the fucking lady that you're sorry, you motherfucker," he hissed lowly. "I want to hear it."
Mr. Grabby's smirk and cool demeanor?
Went bye bye and see you later.
Edwards eyes and jaw?
Became deadly and stone.
Sexy as all hell, but so goddamn unnecessary.
Douche-bag stepped back as he looked over at me. "Shit, I'm sorry, Bertha."
Blue Eyes lowered his head with a grin as Edward looked over his shoulder with pursed together lips. "So, do you accept his apology, Bertha?"
Taking a hold of Edward's hand, I nodded as I glared at Mr. Grabby. "Yeah, come on, let's go inside."
After we walked into the club, I went behind the bar and grinned at Blue Eyes and Edward as they both took a seat. "Thanks, guys, for your quote on quote support, but I could've taken care of myself."
Blue Eyes laughed and nudged Edward's shoulder, who grinned in return. "Obviously. Nicely played, Bella."
I shrugged as I placed my hands on top of the counter. "Now, let me get you guys a drink, on the house. Any ideas on what that will be?"
"Well," Blue Eyes started, tapping his chin. "I do want something."
Edward lowered his head with a groan of "Christ."
I raised an eyebrow at Jasper as I placed my arms across my chest. "You're not in a goddamn convenience store, Blue Eyes."
"She's about 4'10," he hummed, "Black spiky hair...knows what to do with her goddamn mou—"
I reached over and placed my hand over his mouth, interrupting him. After he bit into my palm, I narrowed my eyes at him as I wiped it over his shirt. "You're a gross man, Blue Eyes, a gross man."
He shrugged and Edward grinned as his eyes met mine again. Looking over my shoulder, I raised an eyebrow at Pixie as she handed one of her customers a drink. "What's your fucking technique, Pix?"
She walked over to us with her eyebrows scrunched together. "What in the hell are you bitching about, Bella Boo?" she asked me as she looked at Jasper.
Turning my attention to Blue Eyes, I smirked at his 'Oh shit' expression as Edward snorted. "Well, it seems as if Jasper here claims that you, and I quote, know what to do with your goddamn mouth."
Pixie narrowed her eyes at Jasper as his jaw dropped a bit, and Edward shrugged as he shook his head at his buddy. "Jas man, you should have known better, opening up your goddamn mouth like that to her," he stated as he nodded towards me. "Her name is Bella, after all."
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you really should have." Catching Edward's eyes, I nodded towards my right, silently telling him to move over to that side of the bar, to which he did with amusement over his features while Jasper shook his head at Pixie with a whisper of "Baby, don't pay any attention to what she says, she's crazy."
Hah. Win.
Standing in front of Edward, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Drink?"
He nodded as he took a seat. "Give me a Miller Lite." I narrowed my eyes at him before he rolled his own and corrected himself with a "Please, Bella, can I have a Miller Lite?"
I grinned as I grabbed a bottle. After uncapping it, I slid it towards him. "That's the only one that's going to be free, so I suggest that you enjoy it in every possible way that you can."
He leaned back into his chair with a smile. "Thanks."
I nodded.
After taking a small sip of the amber liquid, he placed the bottle on top of the counter and raised an eyebrow at me as he leaned forward a little bit. "So, tell me what happened."
I raised my own eyebrow at him as I leaned against the counter. "What do you mean, what happened? You basically saw the who—"
"No, that's not what I meant," he interrupted. "I mean, something's wrong. I can see it in your eyes."
I looked away from him as everything that happened at Em's apartment came into my mind. "Nothing, really. I just had a bad day, I guess."
Reaching over, he grabbed a hold of my chin and turned my face towards his. "I love how you are completely bullshitting me right now."
I brushed his hand away from me and he frowned. "Can you just drop it, Edward?"
"Got it," he whispered with a shake of his head as he looked away from me.
I heard J call my name, so I turned around and raised an eyebrow at the kid. After telling me that he needed to go to the bathroom to take a dump — which, hello, no need to get that goddamn specific — I rolled my eyes as I walked over to his section to cover his drink orders, telling Edward that I would see him in a little.
Before I knew it, I was getting ready to close down Eclipse for the night. As I was wiping down the disgusting counters that could honestly serve as post its, what with how sticky they were at the end of each shift, my cell phone rang behind me and I groaned.
I just wanted to get the fuck out of here and go to sleep.
I walked over to the opposite side of the bar and grabbed a hold of my cell before I flipped it open, placing it against my shoulder and ear so that I could continue doing what I was doing. "Yeah?"
"Bella."
Dropping the dirty rag onto the counter, I took a hold of my phone and lifted my head. "Andy?"
"Please," he groaned something painful. "I...God...I need...you."
"Andy, what the hell is wrong with you? You sound...hurt."
"Ple—"
"Andy?" I asked as his voice got cut off.
Nothing.
Looking at the screen, I scrunched my eyebrows together, seeing 'Call Ended.'
After picking up the rag from the counter, I threw it into one of the buckets that were sitting by my feet before I rushed into the back room to get my bag. As I walked towards the front door to lock up the club, I shut off all of the lights and placed my hoodie over my head, suddenly nervous as to what could possibly be wrong with Andy.
As soon as I parked in front of Andy's house, I quickly stepped out of my truck and left the door open in my haste, giving it no mind as I ran up to the kid's front door. "Andy, it's me!" I yelled as I knocked. "Open up!"
Nothing.
I growled as I took a step back. Bending down, I took a hold of the doormat that my chucks were previously standing on top of and threw it off to the side before I smiled in relief, finding the spare key that he kept under there for me. Once I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I yelled out his name, noticing that the living room was completely empty.
No response.
After I ran into the main bathroom, I found Ms. Leggy Blonde Hair sitting on top of the toilet, zoned the hell out. "Hey," I shouted as I walked over to her. "Where's Andy?"
She looked up with a lazy smile before she pointed a finger at me. "You're...Emmett's sister."
"What the fu—" I paused, noticing that I was losing her attention. Grabbing a hold of her shoulders, I shook them. "Where the hell is Andy?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she slurred, touching her lips. "I'm so fucking high rig—"
I turned around and walked out of the bathroom, not waiting for her to finish.
Obviously, this bitch is wasting my time.
As soon as I walked into Andy's bedroom, I growled in frustration, finding it empty. Noticing that the door to his bathroom was open, my fingers tugged on the bottom hem of my hoodie before I started to head towards it.
What I found, shocked the living shit out of my existence.
"Andy!" I choked, frozen in my spot as I took in the scene that was in front of me.
The kid was sitting down on the floor with the side of his body leaning against the edge of the tub. His head was cocked to the side a bit, and there was a long line of saliva that was coming out of his mouth that was hung open. A thick elastic band was wrapped around his arm, so tightly that it looked as if the pressure alone was painful, and Andy's fingers were barely holding onto a syringe that had a needle attached to it.
Jesus Christ.
Breaking out of my shock, I ran into the room and fell down beside him. Taking a hold of his face that was literally drenched in sweat, I shook it. "Oh God, man! Please don't do this to me right now."
He didn't reply and I fucking freaked the hell out, thinking that this kid was dying on me or something. Letting one of my hands leave his face, I slapped the shit out of his cheek and he groaned. "Andy!"
"Be—"
I started tugging on his shirt when he paused. "Andy, please get up, please."
No help, whatsoever.
He just kept mumbling words that I couldn't for the life of me, understand.
I quickly pushed myself up from the floor with a growl, seeing that Andy's eyes started to roll into the back of his head. Taking a hold of his shoulders, I tried to pull him up, but I just wasn't strong enough.
I needed help.
Letting go of him, I dug into my back jean pocket and grabbed a hold of my cell phone before I flipped it open, already knowing who to call and not bothering in wasting time to think about it.
After a couple of rings, I cursed my aggravation as I went to hang up.
But, his voice answered. "Bella?"
Goddamnit, the kid sounded like he was sleeping.
I looked over at Andy and closed my eyes, because his own staring at nothing...
Upset me, to the core.
Upset me, to the core.
"Bella."
"Edward, I need your help...please help."
Hearing him get out of bed, I breathed out a sigh of relief. "What the hell is wrong? Are you hurt?"
I opened my eyes, only to find Andy's own closed, causing my breathing to stop. I walked over to him and kicked his side, allowing air into my lungs as his gaze met mine again. "Get to Andy's, please..."
Hearing the sound of Edward's car starting on the other end of the line, I walked over to the sink and placed my palms against the counter as I shook my head. "I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't d—"
He yelled my name, interrupting me. "Calm down for a second, you're scaring me. What is going on?"
I looked down as I felt a tug of my leg and found Andy there. "I can't feel sh—"
I flipped my phone shut and threw it onto the sink as I bent down to him. Placing my hands against his cheeks, I groaned his name. "What the fuck did you do? Christ, you're so fucking pale right now, man. I don't know what to do...tell me what to do..."
"Don't...leave...m—"
"I'm not going to leave you," I whispered. "Just...stay awake. Don't close your eyes on me."
Hearing footsteps running through the living room a couple of minutes later, I crawled over to the door and used the frame to stand up. "Edward!" I yelled, leaning against the wall. "Please, fucking hurry!"
I couldn't...move.
Fuck that, I couldn't breathe.
I closed my eyes at the feeling of sudden dizziness that came over me.
Oh God. I'm going to pass the hell out.
Feeling Edward's hands against my face, I opened my eyes. "Bella, what the hell is going o—" At his pause, I wrapped my fingers around his wrists, keeping my eyes on his widened ones as he ran his thumbs along my cheeks. "You're crying?"
The only response that I could give him was a choking sound as I started hyperventilating. "I...oh God. I can't," fuck "I…breathe."
He pulled me away from the wall before he pressed his chest against my own, letting my arms hang over his. "Fucking breathe, Bella," he growled into my ear, exaggerating his breaths. "Feel me."
"I'm..." I took a breath, "Andy..." another one, "go, now," I choked out.
He leaned back with narrowed eyes, taking a hold of my face again. "Andy? Did he fucking touch —"
I pushed on his chest. "Edward, go!" I yelled at him. "He's so fucking pale."
He looked around and I took a hold of his arm to pull him into the bathroom. Seeing Andy leaning against the tub, he cursed before making his way over to him. Bending down, his hands went over his shoulders and shook them. "Yo, A—man. Look at me for a second."
Andy opened his eyes. "E, wha…what are you doing here?"
Edward ignored his question as he placed his hands underneath Andy's arms. Straitening out his legs a bit, he tried to lift his body. "Come on, man, help me. Push up, A."
Andy nodded but didn't no anything. Edward gritted his teeth as he spread his legs apart. "My back appreciates this shit," he groaned before he stood Andy up, effortlessly. After dragging the kid over to the toilet, he stood to his left and met my eyes. "Bae, go to his right and let him lean on you, yeah?"
I rushed over to them and did as he asked, keeping my eyes on Edward as he kept one of his hands on Andy's shoulder, the other one busy with his cell phone as he flipped it open. "What did he take?"
I shook my head as he brought the phone up to his ear, not knowing what the hell Andy took. "I just...I mean...he called me. I wasn't...here."
Noticing the band that was wrapped around Andy's arm, I went to untie it but Edward quickly brushed my hand away from it's vicinity. "Don't touch it, Bella. Let it be." Turning his attention to the kid who was barely supporting his own body, he shook his shoulder. "Andy, talk to me. What did you take?"
"White ho—" he mumbled before closing his eyes.
Edward tapped Andy's cheek, causing his eyes to open. "White horse? Is that what you took?"
Andy nodded as his eyes closed again.
White horse?
What the fuck is white horse?
"Pop, it's me," Edward spoke into the phone, letting go of Andy's shoulder before laying his hand over the kid's forehead to get his attention. "How much did you shoot up, A? Tell me how much you took."
"A lot."
Edward raised an eyebrow at me. "You got him for a second?"
"I think?" I asked, not wanting him to leave me alone with this.
He shook his head before he lowered it, mumbling a never mind. "Pop, Andy's going through a heroin overdose," he whispered, keeping his voice low. "The signs are all here. I need to know what to do."
I closed my eyes and held my breath.
An overdose?
Christ.
Feeling his fingers underneath my chin, I opened my eyes and was met with Edward's narrowed ones. "Bella, you need to fucking breathe," he whispered. "Don't do that shit with me."
I inhaled and exhaled, unevenly, as I tightened my hold on Andy's shoulder. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"Yeah, are you there now?" Edward asked over the phone as he let go of me. "Alright, I'm on it. I'll see you in a couple of minutes." After flipping his cell shut, he shoved it into his back pocket, ignoring my raised eyebrow as he bent down a bit to place Andy's limp arm over his left shoulder. "Bae, I need you to support his other side, like me. We're going to take him to the hospital."
I nodded as I placed Andy's arm over my shoulder. After we both stood him up, I groaned, feeling all of the kid's weight fall on my side. "Come on, man," Edward whispered as he tried to shift his body a bit to balance it out. "Use me as your support, not her."
"It's okay," I gritted as I started to pull him towards the bathroom door. "Let's go."
As we parked in front of the hospital, a blonde haired and green eyed man pushed himself away from the wall that he was leaning against before he came up to the car as Edward stepped out of it. "Where is he?" the guy — who I assumed was Edward's Pop — asked him.
Edward opened the back door in answer and they both pulled Andy's body out of the car as a stretcher appeared out of nowhere. After placing him on it, I followed them as they made their way through the sliding doors.
The doctor patted Edward's shoulder and told him to wait here before he wheeled Andy's body through the ER doors. I stood in the middle of the room that was practically empty, trying to calm myself down as everything that was around me started getting blurry. I caught my eyes shutting and opened them up as wide as I could, trying to drown out the buzzing sound that began to annoy me inside of my ears.
"Whoa," Edward whispered as he appeared before me. Feeling his hands around my arms, I looked up at him and grabbed a hold of his waistband to keep my balance. "Are you alright, Bella?"
I slowly shook my head, letting my fingers tighten around his belt. "I'm about to pass the fuck out."
The last thing that I remembered was Edward cursing before the room around me turned sideways.
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