Chapter 9: Secrets Revealed

Three Weeks After Andy's overdose (Present Time):

During his stay at the hospital, I basically fucking lived there, watching over him.

Edward came sometimes but he never said anything to me.

I don't know what happened. 


I didn't understand the kid's anger towards me, all of a sudden.

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Two Weeks ago

After Andy's discharge, I was driving him home and when he looked over at me and touched my arm, I kept my eyes on the road, undeterred. "Bella," he whispered. "I'm sorry for everything that I put you through."

"You scared the shit out of me, Andy," I replied. "I didn't know what to do."

"I know," he whispered.

After we pulled up to his house, I parked my truck and stepped out. He came up to me and took a hold of my hand as we made our way towards the front door in silence. "Can we talk?" he asked after a few seconds. 

Letting go of his hand as he unlocked the door, I nodded. "Yeah, Andy, we can talk."

"You want something to drink, maybe?"

I shook my head and followed him as he started heading over towards the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water out of it as I sat down at the kitchen table. After joining me, he shook his head. "I'm done, Bella. I'm done with this shit. I can't live like that anymore."

Leaning back into my chair, I raised an eyebrow at him. "How can you say that?" I asked. "That you're just done with it, Andy? It's not something that you can just all of a sudden be done with. It takes more than saying the shit."

"What happened...it was a fucking disaster, and I can't believe that I brought you into it." 

I looked away from him as I shook my head.

"I'm done, Bella."

Returning my attention back to him, I nodded. "Okay," I whispered. "We'll see."

"Stay with me?"

I closed my eyes as I shook my head. "I can't do that. Don't ask me to do that, please."

"Bella," he whispered, taking a hold of my hand. I opened my eyes and groaned at the pure sadness that was written in his own. "I honestly need you. I have no one else. You know that."

Lowering my head, I nodded after a few seconds. "Yeah, alright. I'll stay."

"Thank you," he whispered as he let go of my hand to stand up. After walking over to where I sat, he pulled me up from my chair and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "For everything, thank you." 

I nodded against his chest. "Yeah."

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Present Time

Andy went through his fucking temper tantrums, causing me to slap the shit out of the kid a couple of times in return. But, afterwards, he would just cry and apologize for the way that he acted towards me.

It was Friday night, and I was more than ready to go out and get away from this house for a couple of hours. As I shoved a hoodie over my head, I heard a knock against the bedroom door. After making it there and pulling it open, I raised an eyebrow at Andy's own raised eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"It's J's birthday," I answered as I grabbed my bag that was laying on the carpet by my feet. "So, I need to go. I'm getting fucking antsy sitting in this house all day long. You know that, Andy."

With narrowed eyes and a growl of "Fine," he slammed the door shut in my face.

I didn't have any time for his bullshit.

It's not like I have been in this goddamn house for my pleasure.

I only stopped my life to help his ungrateful ass.

I stepped out of the guest room and walked over to his bedroom door that was closed. Leaning against it, I rolled my eyes. "Andy, listen. It's only for a couple of hours. I'll see you later on tonight, yeah?"

All that I received back was a grunt.

I gave the door the middle finger as I walked away from it. "Call me if you need to."

After I got into my truck, I laid my forehead against the steering wheel, feeling nothing but fed up. Something told me that Andy was getting the wrong impression, thinking that we were 'together,' and shit, which was nowhere near being accurate. 

I'm just trying to help out a friend, who fucking needs help.

A friend who pulled me through some hard times when Emmett and Jake weren't able to, and I can't just not return the favor.

It's not who I am.

I wish that I could turn my back on him, but that's not a fucking possibility.

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When I walked into the local bar that I was supposed to meet everyone at, I smiled.

And for the first time in a long time, it was genuine.

Both Jake and Blue Eyes had their shirts off, whipping them up in the air, hootin' and hollering at all of the women who were practically drooling as they stood around the two dancing queens. The Pixie and Rose were sitting nearby, ignoring the tricks as they cheered at the performance, if you can call it that.

I walked over to the bar, ignoring Rose as I waved at Pix, seeing as to how I still can't believe that the hooker kicked me out of their apartment that day when I found Em acting like he was just discharged from an insane asylum.

As I pulled one of the chairs away from the bar and turned it around, I dug into my pocket and brought out a few one dollar bills. After taking a seat, I spread my legs apart and smirked at J's raised eyebrow as I leaned back. "Come and get it, hot shit," I told him, waving the money up in the air.

He grinned as he strutted over to me.

If you can call whatever he was doing strutting.

He was so trashed, the kid.

When he reached me, he bent down and placed his hands on top of my thighs to peck my lips. Leaning back, he smiled. "I'm glad that you were able to make it, Bells. I haven't seen you for a while."

I winked at him before I raised an eyebrow at my lap. "Get on with it, J."

He straddled me and started thrusting his hips into my face.

A little too hard for my liking, but I let it go.

After all, he's the motherfucking birthday boy.

I bit my lip to try to hold my amusement back and ran my hands down his ripped stomach as he raised an eyebrow at me. "How far do I have to go, Bells? Give me the goddamn money."

I laughed. "Oh, is that all that you got, lover boy?"

He stopped mid — thrust and gaped at me. "Oh, you're in trouble now," he whispered before grabbing a hold of me and tossing me over his shoulder. I snorted as he stumbled towards the bar. After placing my ass on top of the counter, he turned his attention to the right and glared at the group of dudes who were all eying me up. "Get lost," he growled.

I rolled my eyes as they ran off, apologizing for who knows what.

Looking around us, I pursed my lips at the audience that Jake created, who were all cheering him on as he laid me down against the bar. When he lifted my hoodie and shirt up over my stomach, I growled at him as I slapped his hands away from me. "You're out of your mind! What are you doing, you freak?"

He lifted my clothes again with a grin before he called over the bartender. "I'm earning my money." 

After ordering a shot of tequila and getting what he asked for, he licked a line from my lower abdomen up to my neck, causing me to groan and laugh at the same time. "What the hell, man?" I complained as I placed my arm over my forehead. "This is so fucking disturbing right now, you know that, right?"

Not hearing a response, I opened my eyes and looked down at him, only to purse my lips together as I saw him pour way too much salt all over the spots that he licked a second ago. "Are you ready to give me my goddamn money, Swan?" he asked me with a smile, not at all reading into the amusement that I was trying to hide from him.

"Go ahead," I whispered with a shrug. "Show me what you got, big poppa."

As the kid lowered his head down to my stomach, I snorted, not being able to help it.

Oh the joy of his reaction.

He choked a second later as he lifted his head. "Oh mah GAWD! I'm practically dehydrated!"

"It's bad, yeah?" I asked with a grin as I sat up. 

He stuck his tongue out and I laughed when I saw the mound of salt over it. "It's not funny!" he spat as he narrowed his eyes at me. "I'm going to fucking throw up!"

Wiping away the small amount of salt that remained over my stomach, I shook my head at the idiot as I lowered my shirt. "Serves you right, you stripper," I teased, shoving my one dollar bills into his chest before I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "It was worth it while it lasted, I guess."

He lowered me down onto the floor and shoved my face away from his as I went to kiss him. Turning his attention over to the laughing bartender, he glared at her. "I nee watah hee!" he choked. "Watah!"

I rolled my eyes at him before I walked over to Blue Eyes. Taking a hold of his nipples, I twisted them in greeting, causing him in response to growl as he swatted my hands away from him. Grabbing a hold of my face, he pulled it towards his in some prompt kind of a way before he kissed my forehead. "Hey, Brown Eyes."

Before I had a chance to say anything, Pixie lifted my ass up in the air from behind, causing a groan to escape me as her arms dug into my ribcage. "I miss you, bitch!" she screamed as she lowered me back down onto the floor.

Turning around so that I could face her, I rolled my eyes at her all of a sudden innocence as she stood there acting like she didn't break my spine a second ago. "I miss you too, Pix," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her. "No worries, though. I'm back."

She nodded before I playfully pushed her away from me and into Blue Eyes. After reaching the bar, I took a seat and ordered myself a Miller Lite. Turning around in my stool, I watched the madness that Jasper and Jake referred to as dancing.

"So, I take it that you're not talking to me."

I ignored her as I brought the beer bottle up to my mouth to take a sip.

"Really though, Honey B?" Rose asked.

I nodded, not looking at her. "Really."

"Fuck off," she mumbled, walking away from me.

Looking over at the entrance, I groaned as I saw Edward and Ms. Leggy Blonde Hair walking into the bar. I turned around in my stool and got a hold of the bartender's attention, asking her for whiskey. As she walked away, Em came over and took a seat next to me. "When are you going to get over this shit and talk to us, Kiddo?"

"When you stop using and grow the fuck up, asshole." 

"Alright, just listen to me for a se—"

"No, you listen," I growled, interrupting him with narrowed eyes. "I am not going to do this with you. I already have one parent who is a piece of shit and I don't need my brother being one, too. I've been through a lot these past three weeks, and if you don't get out of my sight in the next goddamn second, I'm going to take this bottle that I'm holding and smash it over your head. You got that, Emmett?"

Standing up with his hands up in the air, he nodded. "Point fucking taken."

"We don't have whiskey," the bartender told me as Em walked away. "Here's a beer, on the house."

"What bar doesn't have whiskey?" I asked her as I snatched the bottle of her hand. "You're useless!"

She rolled her eyes at me before she walked away. I looked over my shoulder and smiled as I noticed my people out on the dance floor, enjoying themselves. As I caught sight of Edward and his slut, my happiness quickly turned into disgust. He was sitting down at one the tables, with Ms. Leggy Blonde Hair on his lap.

That was cool, what-the fuck-ever.

What caused the bile that was currently trying to make its way up my throat was watching the broad as she tried to suck his mouth off of his face. The prick was encouraging it, though, with his hands all up on her ass like, 'Oh, it's all cool, man! It doesn't matter that we're in a goddamn public place! Let's just do what we feel and make other people nauseous as they watch us!' 

Pig.

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I was six beers deep and was getting ready to order my seventh as I heard the stool that was on my left — at least, I think that it was on my left — being pushed back. "That will be eight dollars, ma'am," the bartender stated, holding her hand out to me.

"Eight fucking dollars!" I yelled in her direction, not being able to pinpoint her exact position. "For a goddamn beer, eight fucking dollars? No wonder I'm broke! Is this shit made out of dick or what?" 

"I got it," his voice laughed next to me. I gritted my teeth when I saw him hand the bartender a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change, seeing as to how you have been dealing with her all night long."

She threw him a smile as she grabbed onto the cash, so I threw her the middle finger. "Get lost!" Turning my attention to the idiot as she walked away with a roll of her eyes, I glared at him as he took a seat. "I can pay for my own goddamn drinks, thank you very much." 

He smirked. "Obviously."

"What do you want, Edward?" I asked in some bored type of a way.

Snatching the beer bottle out of my hand as I went to lift it up to my mouth, he grinned at my growl as he took a long sip of my goddamn alcohol. "So, you and Andy, yeah?"

I raised an eyebrow at him as I took the bottle back. "So, you and Ms. Leggy Blonde Hair, yeah?"

Looking away from me, he rolled his eyes. "Touche."

"Touché," I mocked him, dismissing his ass as I turned around in my stool to face the dance floor.

Okay, so I might have spun around a little too fast, which caused my ass to slide off of my seat, which gave the asshole who was currently sitting next to me the perfect opportunity to keep me from falling by taking a hold of my arm. "Whatever," I mumbled, snatching my extremity out of his grip.

He turned around in his seat so that we were facing the same direction. "So you're fucking him, right?"

"Are you seriously asking me that right now?" I asked in disbelief.

Placing his elbows against the counter behind him, he narrowed his eyes at me. "Well, are you?"

I pushed on his shoulder, hard, causing his elbows to slide out from under him. As he toppled over, he grabbed a hold of my arm to keep his ass from meeting the floor. "It's none of your fucking business."

"He's bad news, Bella. Stay away from him," he ordered, in some goddamn serious type of a way.

"Oh, okay," I replied with a sarcastic smile.

He shook his head at me before he lowered it. "Andy isn't going to stop shooting up. The kid is just fucking using you."

"Use this," I growled as I hit his chest, earning me a roll of the eyes from him.

I stood up from my seat and gave him the middle finger before I walked away.

I don't have time for this bullshit.

Pulling my hoodie over my head, I walked slash stumbled — same goddamn difference — towards my truck. A second after I pulled the driver's door open, a hand slammed it shut. I turned around — ready to rumble — and groaned when I saw Edward standing there. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Going the fuck home, do you mind?" I hissed as I opened the door again, only for it to be slammed shut by him, motherfucking again. "Christ, Edward! What is your deal? Leave me the fuck alone!" 

"It's early," he stated, keeping his hand against the door. "Why are you leaving?"

"I don't give a shit how early it is, Edward," I gritted. "You're irking my nerves."

He smirked. "Chill ou—"

"Stop telling me to chill the fuck out," I interrupted, finger jabbing him on the chest with each word.

Lifting his hands up in the air, he pursed his lips together. "Right." I pushed him away and opened the door before I stepped inside. As he reclaimed his spot and stood in the way of me being able to close the door, I hissed. "You're not driving, Bella. Come on. I'll take you home." 

"Motherfucker, get out of the way."

"No."

"Now."

"Oh, okay," he whispered, staying put. I lifted my leg and went to kick him, but he caught it with a smirk. "Get out of the truck, Bae." 

"Edward, I'm going home. Get off of my goddamn leg."

"Like this?" he asked, gripping it tighter.

"I'm going to scream," I warned him.

He shrugged, so I screamed bloody fucking murder.

When I stopped, he raised an eyebrow at me. "Over?" I opened my mouth and went to scream again, but he leaned down and shoved his hand against my lips, cutting me off. "Are you done acting like a little bitch?"

"Fuck off," I mumbled against his palm before slapping his hand away.

He grabbed a hold of my wrists and pulled me out of the truck. "I'll walk you home, Bae, come on."

Shit.

Phil.

"Uh, no, I'm good actually," I replied, pushing him away from me and ignoring his raised eyebrow as I walked around him to start heading towards my street. Hearing his footsteps behind me, I groaned. "Christ help me."

"Why do you always do that?" he asked, reaching my side. 


Looking away from him, I raised an eyebrow. "Do what?" 

"Why don't you ever let me walk you home?" I ignored his question as my feet kept moving, and he shook his head at me as he kept on following. "Alright, I can take a hint when I'm given one," he whispered in complete denial. "No talking about your home, I got it."

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When we reached my street, I stopped and pointed a finger at the house that was three houses down from my actual one. "Well, it's been nice," I started with obvious sarcasm in my voice. "That's me, so..." 

He nodded as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. "Cool." 

"Bye, Edward." 

He rolled his eyes as he started heading towards the house. "Christ, just let me walk you to the door at least." 

Shit. 


Don't knock, don't knock! I thought, following behind him. 


We're going to get fucking committed. 

As we reached the porch, I looked around, trying to think of who actually lived here. Placing my hoodie over my head, I turned my attention back to him and nodded. "Alright, so uh, thanks for walking me home. Bye."

"Open the door," he whispered in some slow way, looking at me like I was crazy.

"I'll do it," I gritted. "Just leave."

"Bella, I'm not going anywhere until I make sure that you're good."

"I'm good," I replied, impatient with his patience. "So leave."

Looking out into the yard, he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket before bringing one up to his lips. "I have all motherfucking night, Bae. You keep your shit up, and I'll be spending it with you."

I groaned as he lit up. "Come on, man!" I hissed.

He exhaled his smoke before he started humming.

I was about to just make a run for it but the front door opened. "Can I help you two?"

Jesus.

The kid quickly tossed his cigarette out into the yard before he turned around to face the correct owner of the house, which was some unknown hag. "Hey, I'm Edward. Nice to —" he paused and looked at me with narrowed eyes before he bent down a bit. "I didn't know that you lived with your grandmother."

I looked away from him. "I don't."

"Our fault," he growled at G-mom as he took a hold of my hand to pull me off of the porch. "This lunatic told me that she lived here."

"Let go of me!" I hissed at him while I tripped through the yard.

"What's your fucking deal?" he asked me in an irritated whisper, dropping my hand. "I mean, what exactly are you scared of having me find out?"

"Look, Edward, you don't underst—"

"Stop," he interrupted, giving my shoulder a light push. "Where the fuck do you live?"

I remained silent and after a few seconds, he ran one of his hands down his face. "I'll go and knock on every one of these motherfucking doors, Bella. Don't test me."

Christ. He would do that shit.

I gave my house a quick glance and saw that the lights were still on before I turned my attention back to the kid who was standing in front of me, who caught a hold of my unaccomplished sneakiness. "Is it that one?"

I lowered my head. "Edward, just go home."

"Bella, is that where you live?"

After a second of me not answering him, he headed towards it.

"Fuck," I mumbled as I tried to catch up to him.

He looked over his shoulder and laughed at my expression of dislike, and I narrowed my eyes at him when he started to make a run for it. Before I had the chance of tackling his ass, the victorious prick reached the front door and quickly rang the bell.

I growled his name and smacked his shoulder, causing him to smirk and then hiss a "Take it easy," as I took a hold of his finger and bent it backwards. As the door swung open, I let go of his digit but he grabbed onto my hand and placed it behind him.

"Bella, baby!" Renee slurred before turning her attention to Edward with a wide smile that made her look as if she were in the middle of experiencing a stroke. "Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"

"Hey, I'm Edward," he whispered, giving her that crooked goddamn smile of his as he extended the one hand that wasn't holding onto mine behind his back. "It's nice to finally to able to put a face on Bella Swan's mom."

Renee blushed as she grabbed a hold of his hand to shake it. "Well, come in, come in!"

I grabbed a hold of Edward's arm and kept him in place, causing him to look at me with narrowed eyes. "No, Renee. Edward is actually leaving. There's no come in, come in." As I went to pull him away, I ground my teeth together, feeling the con-fu grip that the prick had on my quote on quote mother's hand. "Let her go." 

He smirked as he tightened his hold on her. "Actually, I'm good. Thanks, though."

And, as Renee pulled him inside, I growled.

Fuck his motherfucking existence.

After I stepped into the living room and shut the door behind me, I looked around and exhaled the breath that I didn't realize that I was holding, not finding Phil sitting down on 'his' recliner. Following Renee as she pulled Edward into the kitchen, I shook my head, not at all in the goddamn mood for her fake acts of kindness.

Stepping into the room, I held onto my groan as I saw Phil sitting down at the table.

I spoke too motherfucking soon.

"Edward, dear, this is Phil. My husband," Renee whispered, all sickly sweet.

He extended his hand out towards Phil, who ignored it as he looked over at me with narrowed eyes. Edward followed the man's vision and dropped his hand to his side before I lowered my head, feeling bad that the kid was involved in this awkward situation. "It's nice to see that you brought home some random guy, Isabella."

Edward cleared his throat and I lifted my head as he shook his own at Phil. "Uh, no, sir. We're just friends."

Phil rolled his eyes at him before he looked over at me. "Right. Well, sit down, friend. Join us for dinner."

Edward raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking me if that was cool.

I shrugged. "Whatever," I mouthed.

"I'll be right back," Renee slurred as Edward took a seat across from Phil. "Make yourself at home, honey."

Home.

Right.

"This is a nice place that you guys have here, yeah?"

"Well thank you, son," Phil replied to Edward's compliment with a smile. Leaning back into his chair, the piece of shit turned his attention to me as I stood by the kitchen door. "Won't you join us, Isabella?"

I started to head towards Edward as he pulled out the chair that was placed next to his, but as I passed Phil, he grabbed a hold of my arm and stopped me. "You know better than that, Isabella," he laughed, patting his lap.

Edward's eyes snapped to mine before I looked away from him. "Phil, can we not d—"

"Sit down," he interrupted me as he kept his eyes on the kid who was sitting across from him. "Now."

I did as he commanded and kept my eyes on Edward's knuckles when they started tapping themselves against the table. Phil wrapped his arms around my waist and I gritted my teeth, the feeling of his hot breath hitting my ear ticking me off while he ran his nose along my hair. "Tell me, Edward. Have you ever smelled anything as good as Bella?"

I went to stand up, but Phil tightened his arms around me with a hum. "Excuse me?" Edward asked.

Phil leaned back, pulling me with him. "Bella. The girl smells delicious. Don't you agree?"

As Edward stood up, I was met with his narrowed eyes that were directed at the asshole who was sitting behind me. "I must be seeing shit right now," he gritted. "This can't be fucking happening."

"Edwa—"

"Don't," he hissed, interrupting me as he walked over to us. "Get up." 

"Son, relax," Phil whispered as he stood us up, keeping a hold of my arm. "Did you honestly think that I could sit here all day, without wanting a part of her? I mean, look at the woman. Isabella is...irresistible."

Edward clenched his eyes shut before he opened them up again, acting as if he were trying to wake up from this nightmare. "We're leaving," he whispered after a second as he grabbed a hold of my hand to pull me out of the kitchen, leading me away from Phil as he stayed put, laughing to himself.

When we reached the front door, Phil's blatant amusement got to Edward, causing his body to tense up a little bit. Looking over my shoulder, I shook my head as I pushed him outside. "You can't be serious?" he asked as I stayed put, looking at me as if I grew two heads.

"I can't just leave R—"

He interrupted me by pulling me outside. When he started dragging me down the street, I snapped out of my thoughts and tried to tug my hand out of the kid's grip. "Hey," I whispered, "Where are you taking me, man?" Not receiving an answer as he kept on walking, I hissed his name. "Stop!" 

Stopping abruptly, he kept a hold of my hand as he turned around to face me. "What the fuck was that?"

"Please, just st—"

"Are yo—" he paused to swallow before continuing. "Did he ever force shit on you?"

I looked away as I shook my head. "No," I whispered.

He grabbed a hold of my chin and turned it in his direction with a growl. "Bullshit, you fucking liar."

"Edwa—"

"Does Emmett know about this shit?" he interrupted.

Pushing his hands off of me, I met his eyes. "No! You can't...don't...say anything."

He ran his fingers through his hair, making it stick up everywhere. "I can't fucking believ—"

I didn't wait to hear him finish as I quickly turned around and started running back towards my house. After a few seconds, Edward's arms were around my waist and I was up in the air. "No way, dude," he spat, tossing me over his shoulder. "That's not going to happen."

I kicked my legs out and pounded on his back as he started walking, but he just kept on going, unaffected.

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When we reached the parking lot of the bar that we left our cars in, I saw our small group of friends standing outside, laughing it up. As soon as they saw Edward carrying my disgruntled ass, they stopped. "Here we go again," Blue Eyes mumbled as he started heading over towards us, along with Rose, Pixie, Emmett, and Jake. 

"Hey man," Em growled as we reached the car. "What the fuck are you doing? Put her the hell down." 

The kid laughed as he did just that, causing my blood to boil. "Did you know that yo—"

I slapped my hand over his mouth, interrupting him as I looked at Rose, petrified. Her eyes grew wide after a second, mimicking my own as Edward pushed my hand away. "Did I know what?" Emmett asked him.

Placing his arms across his chest, Edward returned his attention to my brother. "Your fucking d—"

I screamed in fake agony, wrapping my arms around my waist. "My stomach!"

Edward narrowed his eyes at my antics as Rose and Pix quickly looked away from me with hidden grins. Em and J backed up a bit as if they thought that I was going to blow, while Jasper scrunched his brows together.

After a few seconds, Rose ran over to me and ran her fingers through my hair before Pixie joined us and took a hold of my hand. "Are you okay, Bella Boo?"

"Oh my God!" I yelled, turning up the goddamn volume level. "The pain!"

The boys — minus Edward, who just rolled his eyes at me — stood there stunned. "Don't just stand there, you idiots!" Pixie shouted with narrowed eyes. "Go to the store and get the woman Advil! She's probably on her period!" I snorted from her explanation and turned it into a yelp of pain as Rose smirked, adding to Pix's orders. "Run to the store! Bella needs pads, now!"

They looked at each other nervously, not knowing where the fuck to begin.

"She's going to start leaking!" Pix yelled as Rose nodded in agreement. "Hurry!"

They took off running towards Jake's truck and I laughed at their haste as they bumped in each other. "Leaking, though?" Edward asked, placing his arms across his chest.

Pixie shrugged as she grabbed a hold of Rose's hand. After they walked off, the kid raised an eyebrow at me as I raised my own at him. "Are you done with your petty bullshit?"

"Are you done?" I asked him.

He shook his head as he dragged me to the passenger side door. "Get in," he ordered after opening it.

"No," I laughed at his insane being.

"Bella," he gritted, "get," he picked me up, "in," he finished, throwing me inside.

"Asshole," I mumbled as he shut the door in my face.

After sitting down, he slammed the door shut and started the car, shaking his head. "Fucking stubborn, man."

I placed my arms across my chest and mocked his irritation before I groaned as the back of my head slammed into the headrest that was behind it as he took off, acting as if he were in a goddamn race.

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