So, a couple of weeks have passed since I moved in with Edward.
Everything has been going good with work, except that I always came home exhausted, which was only because I have been trying to keep my ass more than busy by picking up extra hours whenever they were available to me. Anything to keep my mind clear of the shit that's been burning a goddamn hole through it sounded like the perfect way to go.
I haven't talk to Billy. The man has been trying to call me ever since that last phone conversation that I had with him, but I just...couldn't do it. I was beyond terrified of hearing what I already knew. I kept telling myself that I made the whole goddamn thing up, that I just had a random nightmare about it, when in reality, I didn't want to believe that I actually knew someone who could have been involved in my Pop's death.
It was unbearable.
Living with Edward had its good days, where we would hang out almost every night late after work, and laugh our asses off at the stupidest shit imaginable...but it also had its bad days, where I would honest to God look at the kid and actually visualize ways in which I could kill him…easily.
Seriously.
I wrote out lists of possible injuries, and thought about the consequences.
Pros and Cons were mentally discussed.
Edward and I live so...differently, I guess. For one, all of us know how the kid is with his shit, and if some random person who wasn't a part of our 'group' didn't know, Edward had no problem in bringing it to their attention. No one — within their right minds — touches his belongings, walks by his belongings, or even glances at his belongings.
It's just how he is, man.
And, Christ help us with his OCD when he's stressed out.
It's up the fucking roof.
No lie, if you know that the kid is having a bad day...
Stay the fuck away from anything that belongs to Edward Cullen.
When I'd spend the night in his bedroom, the reason simply being because that's where I would end up falling asleep after we watched movies, I noticed shit that the kid did that seriously started to irk me, to the core.
One, Edward honestly couldn't sleep with the lights on, and I never brought up the fact of how I slept with a night light on out of sheer embarrassment. So, whenever I would fall asleep, the kid would turn off all of the lights, thinking nothing of it simply because it was just...normal for him to do so. And, every single time, I would wake up, freaking the hell out, only for him to shoot out of bed and immediately turn on the lights, promising me that he would keep them on for the remainder of the night...but I could never fall back asleep with ease.
Two. Whenever I would throw any article of clothing on the kid's bedroom floor, he would act like it wasn't a big deal, except when he assumed that I was asleep. I honestly couldn't tell you people how many times I'd wake up when I would feel him getting out of bed — since I'm a light sleeper, and all — only to catch him picking up my mess and placing it on his couch, mumbling curse words along the way. Not hiding my annoyance while he tip toed his ass back into bed again, I would look at him like the true freak that he was, and he would in return grumble, shoving his hands underneath the blanket before pulling my body over to his own.
And with us sleeping in bed together, it was...natural.
There was nothing sexual about it.
We became that comfortable, and it just...felt right, I guess.
Three. Edward was a coddler, which is...cool and all, but Christ on a fucking pony, man. He was the type of coddler who would seriously complain about me getting out bed in the middle of the night to take a goddamn piss. And, the kid's grip was another story. It was purely insane. So insane...that I had a set maneuver on how to get out of bed, acting like I was in the goddamn matrix, and shit. No lie, I never knew that my body could flex and extend in the way that it has flexed and extended during these past weeks.
Another thing that irked me about the kid was the blatant misery that radiated out of him whenever he would try to sleep in my room. Edward would lay on the bed with me and he would just look at all of the shit that was randomly thrown around with disgust. I could tell that he was thinking of how to clean my mess up without me knowing, or finding out another time for that matter. By the middle of the night, though, he'd be gone, kissing my forehead as he mumbled something along the lines of not being able to sleep within this pigsty that I considered a bedroom.
Freak, like I said.
But, the days when Edward and I would actually get along were great. I could always find him in the kitchen in the morning, making breakfast that smelled too goddamn good to tease him about it. I tried to convince the kid that I could help around, but he wouldn't have it, claiming that he didn't trust my cooking, and that he was afraid of me poisoning his ass.
Maybe he was right.
Plus, I fucking hated cooking.
So, I would just watch him, and he would cook.
At times, I would fucking stare at him.
I mean, who the fuck wouldn't, yeah?
The kid is a fine specimen, after all.
He knew it, I knew it, and other broads knew it.
So, why the hell lie about the shit?
We shared childhood memories of times that we enjoyed. He didn't tell me much, but he was slowly getting there, so I didn't push him on anything that he wasn't willing to let me know. Out of everything that I did find out about him, I got that Edward and his biological mother Elizabeth didn't really see eye to eye. He couldn't pin point a time where it wasn't tense at home, but he never failed to mention that his Pop was the one who would look after him for the majority of his younger days.
Talking about Elizabeth's death was a sore subject. If we happened to bump into the topic, Edward would immediately change the course of our conversation, not wanting to discuss anything that was related to his biological mother's passing. I never pushed him on it, like I said before, but Jesus Christ was I ever fucking curious. Esme informed me a couple days ago that he went through a lot of shit, and that what he saw when he was younger has traumatized the kid, to the extreme. And I knew that she was right, because on nights that Elizabeth was mentioned, I would hear him mumbling and groaning words that I couldn't understand, the sounds so heartbreaking...like he was in physical pain. There was no hesitation that came from my being whenever I walked into his room and got into bed with him, taking him in my arms as I tried to comfort the kid in any way that I could until he fell back asleep. It was as if we developed a habit, where he would always leave the door open to his bedroom, and I would do the same for him with mine. Nights when it was closed, I knew that it was for a reason that was caused by either talking about his 'mom,' or because he had chicks over.
Every time that the kid would talk about Esme, though...his whole demeanor would change. The amount of care that he had for this woman was evident, transparent even. The strong hold that she had from him was just...I don't know...awe striking, to me. Edward held a lot of guilt from how he treated her at first, telling me that back in the day, he said and did some pretty horrible things to her that he wished he could take back.
I wish that I had a better understanding of his pain, but with me not knowing that much about Edward's past, I didn't know how to help him. All that I could do was tell the kid that even though he was a prick and an ass most of the time, he had a heart that was too goddamn big, and it was impossible for anyone who truly knew him to not forgive him.
I mean, Edward seemed as if he took care of all of the women who were involved in his life. People might look at me like I'm crazy for even thinking that, but come on, let's be realistic. I get that he slept around and all, but the kid always made sure that the chicks were well informed that it was just that...sleeping around. They, in return, 'claimed' that they understood, and that they were doing the same thing with him, with absolutely no feelings attached.
During these last couple of weeks, Esme and I started hanging out regularly, which was fucking awesome. I truly missed the attention that Renee used to give me, and I know that I probably sound stupid greedy, but God, it just feels so...nice...to get something back. Most of the time, the two of us would talk about Edward and how he was when he was younger. The stories that this woman had of him, were goddamn hilarious, and on a serious note, I could so picture his little ass doing the shit that she said that he did.
Every Saturday, we would all meet up at the Cullen household and spend the entire day there, sitting around and hanging out. It got to the point where it was now weird to call Esme and Carlisle by their names, and if anyone actually did, they simply wouldn't answer. They were either Ma or Pop, and that was that. Carlisle got along with Rose the most, claiming that he liked how she spoke her mind and didn't think twice about the consequences that were sure to follow from doing so. Esme absolutely loved Alice's charisma and her endless supply of energy, even saying that the chick needed more.
I was beginning to wonder if Esme took up the bottle more.
I mean, come on. Pix needing more energy?
That's just asking for a bigger headache.
Edward asked me to pick something up for him at his parent's house earlier in the day before he left for work, whatever he considered that being, since he was all secret service about his goddamn occupation. As I pulled up to the Cullen's, I noticed a cop car parked by their garage. Stepping out of my truck, I looked around nervously, wondering if everything was okay.
Before I reached the porch, the front door swung open, revealing an unkempt looking Esme. "Ma, is everything alright?" I asked before nodding towards the garage. "I saw a cop c—"
"Bambina, I didn't know that you were stopping by!" she shouted, interrupting me as she pulled me into the house and gave me a long ass hug, slamming the door shut behind me by kicking it, "Come in, come in!"
"We're not ready," I heard out in the living room, "Give us more time."
I leaned away from her death grip with a raised eyebrow. "Is that Em?"
"Yes!" she shouted yet again before clearing her throat. "That's Emmmmmmett!"
This woman, right?
I pursed my lips together as I placed my arms across my chest. "Esme, I'm right here," I told her...
Because I was.
I mean, was the yelling honestly that necessary?
"Emmett, your sister is here!" she continued, ignoring my declaration as she grabbed a hold of my hand and led me towards the kitchen. Looking over her shoulder, she pushed the door open with a raised eyebrow. "Are you hungry, Bambina? Yes, of course you are," she told me, not waiting for an answer as she pulled me inside, "I'll feed you, no worries."
"I guess so?" I asked, not understanding what her deal was.
Maybe she's been hanging out with the Pixie too much, what with her energy level sky rocketing to the moon. I mean, my brother being here isn't anything new, because he's always around, and especially more so whenever Esme is cooking.
As I took a seat, Em and Pop walked in. "Kiddo, what are you doing here?"
"Emmett, your sister is here!" she continued, ignoring my declaration as she grabbed a hold of my hand and led me towards the kitchen. Looking over her shoulder, she pushed the door open with a raised eyebrow. "Are you hungry, Bambina? Yes, of course you are," she told me, not waiting for an answer as she pulled me inside, "I'll feed you, no worries."
"I guess so?" I asked, not understanding what her deal was.
Maybe she's been hanging out with the Pixie too much, what with her energy level sky rocketing to the moon. I mean, my brother being here isn't anything new, because he's always around, and especially more so whenever Esme is cooking.
As I took a seat, Em and Pop walked in. "Kiddo, what are you doing here?"
I shrugged. "I'm here to pick something up for Edward."
Pop walked over to me and placed a kiss against my forehead with a whispered greeting of "Hey, sweetheart," before taking a seat across from where I sat. Leaning back into his chair a bit, he raised an eyebrow at his wife, who was currently running around the kitchen like a bird on crack. Returning his attention back to me, a small laugh escaped his being before he coughed to hide his amusement, noticing the glare that Esme shot at him. "How are you?"
'You married that broad?' I mouthed, nodding towards Esme with a grin. He smirked in response, and I didn't even want to know. "Anyway, I'm good. How are —"
Pop walked over to me and placed a kiss against my forehead with a whispered greeting of "Hey, sweetheart," before taking a seat across from where I sat. Leaning back into his chair a bit, he raised an eyebrow at his wife, who was currently running around the kitchen like a bird on crack. Returning his attention back to me, a small laugh escaped his being before he coughed to hide his amusement, noticing the glare that Esme shot at him. "How are you?"
'You married that broad?' I mouthed, nodding towards Esme with a grin. He smirked in response, and I didn't even want to know. "Anyway, I'm good. How are —"
"Alright, guys. I'm leaving."
Looking over at the kitchen door after it was pushed open, I froze. "Oh...shit."
"Are you okay, Bambina?" Esme asked me in a whisper after coming over to my side. Looking at Carlisle with worry, she got his attention as she grabbed a hold of my chin, bending down a bit so that she could see me better. "Bella, why are you so pale?"
Looking over at the kitchen door after it was pushed open, I froze. "Oh...shit."
"Are you okay, Bambina?" Esme asked me in a whisper after coming over to my side. Looking at Carlisle with worry, she got his attention as she grabbed a hold of my chin, bending down a bit so that she could see me better. "Bella, why are you so pale?"
Pop came over to my other side and kneeled down, taking a strong hold of my shoulders. "Bella, come on, breathe," he whispered as Esme straightened back up, telling Emmett to go and get me a glass of water, "What's going on?"
"What's wrong with her?" Em asked, standing behind Carlisle with a glass of water.
I pushed the glass away from me, snapping out of it. "I'm going to be sick."
At the barely whispered statement that left my throat, the three of them moved away from me and I shot up from my seat to make a run for it, bumping into Kevin on my way out of the kitchen while he stood in front of the door. "Watch it!"
I turned around with my fingers clenched together. "How dare you," I hissed before he faced me and froze, meeting my gaze. "You had something to do with it," I accused, my voice low, "Didn't you?"
He looked over his shoulder, his body tense. "What?"
"You piece of shit!" I spat with a punch to his face after throwing my arm back, the force of the hit making him stumble to the side a bit. I used the asshole's disorientation for my benefit as I pushed him towards the kitchen counter. "Do you know what you caused?" I shouted, my eyes burning with the anger that was consuming my entire body, "How you ruined...everything?"
He took a hold of my wrists to stop my fists from connecting with any part of his being again and pushed me back, causing me to lose my balance. Strong hands caught me from behind before my body collided with the floor, and as soon as Carlisle brought me back up, I went to attack the sad excuse for a man who was standing in front of me, but Pop grabbed onto my arm, stopping my hits as he narrowed his eyes at Kevin, who was now glaring at me. "What's going on here? Do you two know each other?"
"What's wrong with her?" Em asked, standing behind Carlisle with a glass of water.
I pushed the glass away from me, snapping out of it. "I'm going to be sick."
At the barely whispered statement that left my throat, the three of them moved away from me and I shot up from my seat to make a run for it, bumping into Kevin on my way out of the kitchen while he stood in front of the door. "Watch it!"
I turned around with my fingers clenched together. "How dare you," I hissed before he faced me and froze, meeting my gaze. "You had something to do with it," I accused, my voice low, "Didn't you?"
He looked over his shoulder, his body tense. "What?"
"You piece of shit!" I spat with a punch to his face after throwing my arm back, the force of the hit making him stumble to the side a bit. I used the asshole's disorientation for my benefit as I pushed him towards the kitchen counter. "Do you know what you caused?" I shouted, my eyes burning with the anger that was consuming my entire body, "How you ruined...everything?"
He took a hold of my wrists to stop my fists from connecting with any part of his being again and pushed me back, causing me to lose my balance. Strong hands caught me from behind before my body collided with the floor, and as soon as Carlisle brought me back up, I went to attack the sad excuse for a man who was standing in front of me, but Pop grabbed onto my arm, stopping my hits as he narrowed his eyes at Kevin, who was now glaring at me. "What's going on here? Do you two know each other?"
"I don't know who this bit—"
"Hey, man," Em growled as he walked up to us, "That's my sister. Watch yourself."
"Well I don't know what has your sister's panties in a twis—"
"Hey, man," Em growled as he walked up to us, "That's my sister. Watch yourself."
"Well I don't know what has your sister's panties in a twis—"
"Kevin," Esme interrupted, shaking her head, "I would stop talking if I were you." Nodding towards my brother, she placed her arms across her chest. "Judging from Emmett's expression, you can see that it's clear that he doesn't appreciate you discussing anything that involves his sister's panties."
"Mrs. Cullen," he started after clearing his throat, "With all due respect, it was Emmett's sister who threw her fists up at m—"
"Stop," Carlisle whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist as I went to walk away from all of the bullshit that was coming out of this dude's mouth. Lifting me up from the floor, he carried me over to the kitchen table. "You need to tell me what is going on, Bella."
"Stop," Carlisle whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist as I went to walk away from all of the bullshit that was coming out of this dude's mouth. Lifting me up from the floor, he carried me over to the kitchen table. "You need to tell me what is going on, Bella."
"Wait a second," Emmett whispered as he looked at me and then at Kevin, who placed his arms across his chest, his whole stance filled with tension. "You motherfucker," he gritted after numerous seconds went by, his eyes darkening right before my own, my own that widened as he started heading towards the counter with his fingers clenched together. "You put a hand on my goddamn sister, didn't you?"
Esme stopped my brother's advance, standing in front of Kevin with her hands placed over her hips as she blocked him off from even thinking about throwing down. "This isn't going to happen, Emmett McCarty. Not at my house, you hear me?"
Jasper walked into the kitchen, turning the attention to him as he pushed the door open with his eyes on his cell phone. "Why is Kevin's car parked out fro—" he stopped as he lifted his head and saw Esme standing in between Emmett and Kevin, who were both looking at each other in a way that spoke volumes of pissed the hell off. "Is everything...alright, here?"
"I need to go," I whispered, tugging my arm away from the grip that Pop's hand had around it. He looked down at me with eyes that held a million questions, but I shook my head, my only desire being that I wanted to get the hell out of here. "Please, let me go."
He stepped to the side as he lowered his head, and I took the fuck off.
Esme stopped my brother's advance, standing in front of Kevin with her hands placed over her hips as she blocked him off from even thinking about throwing down. "This isn't going to happen, Emmett McCarty. Not at my house, you hear me?"
Jasper walked into the kitchen, turning the attention to him as he pushed the door open with his eyes on his cell phone. "Why is Kevin's car parked out fro—" he stopped as he lifted his head and saw Esme standing in between Emmett and Kevin, who were both looking at each other in a way that spoke volumes of pissed the hell off. "Is everything...alright, here?"
"I need to go," I whispered, tugging my arm away from the grip that Pop's hand had around it. He looked down at me with eyes that held a million questions, but I shook my head, my only desire being that I wanted to get the hell out of here. "Please, let me go."
He stepped to the side as he lowered his head, and I took the fuck off.
My tires screeched from the quick turn that I made as I pulled up into the apartment complex, feeling as if I was honestly losing my goddamn mind with the amount of frustration that was taking over my body.
I needed to hit something, fucking anything.
After quickly unlocking the front door when my body reached it, I stepped into the living room and immediately started running towards my bedroom, my key shaking from the tremors that were leaving my fingers as I shoved it into the knob. After locking myself inside, I walked into the bathroom and placed my sweaty palms against the cool counter as I tried to calm the hell down, every single breath that I was taking in feeling more than painful.
Consumed with reality, that's what I was.
After quickly unlocking the front door when my body reached it, I stepped into the living room and immediately started running towards my bedroom, my key shaking from the tremors that were leaving my fingers as I shoved it into the knob. After locking myself inside, I walked into the bathroom and placed my sweaty palms against the cool counter as I tried to calm the hell down, every single breath that I was taking in feeling more than painful.
Consumed with reality, that's what I was.
Hearing someone pounding on my bedroom door, I didn't move.
I simply...couldn't.
Jake's voice rang out as the hits that the wood was receiving grew louder. "Bells, open up! You ran in here like a mad person, practically knocking into me in the hallway. What the hell happened, are you alright?"
I pushed myself away from the counter and closed the bathroom door, making sure to lock it afterwards. I walked back over to where I was standing a second ago and took one last look in the mirror before I threw my arm back, my only wish being that I wanted to feel anything other than what I was feeling now as I punched the glass, instantly shattering it.
I felt nothing.
I kept punching, and punching and fucking punching...but I felt nothing.
"Bae, open the goddamn door, now!"
My fists stopped as I heard Edward's own banging on the bathroom door. Wondering how in the hell the kid got into my bedroom — since I locked the bitch — I looked down at my hands and groaned, noticing the blood that stained my knuckles. Sitting down on the toilet, I ran my palms down my face, defeat dominating my being. "Why is this happening to me?"
"Bella, if you're by the door, move."
I shot up to my feet at Edward's demand and ran over to the sink, growling at the faucet as my fingers kept slipping over its hard surface while I tried to turn it on. "Fucking turn on, you motherfu—"
"What the...Bella, stop!" Edward shouted right before his body slammed into my own from behind. I lowered my head and clenched my eyes shut, feeling his fingers wrap themselves around my wrists as he pulled my hands away from the faucet, the kid's grip unforgiving as he kept a hold of them. "What the hell are you trying to do?"
My fists stopped as I heard Edward's own banging on the bathroom door. Wondering how in the hell the kid got into my bedroom — since I locked the bitch — I looked down at my hands and groaned, noticing the blood that stained my knuckles. Sitting down on the toilet, I ran my palms down my face, defeat dominating my being. "Why is this happening to me?"
"Bella, if you're by the door, move."
I shot up to my feet at Edward's demand and ran over to the sink, growling at the faucet as my fingers kept slipping over its hard surface while I tried to turn it on. "Fucking turn on, you motherfu—"
"What the...Bella, stop!" Edward shouted right before his body slammed into my own from behind. I lowered my head and clenched my eyes shut, feeling his fingers wrap themselves around my wrists as he pulled my hands away from the faucet, the kid's grip unforgiving as he kept a hold of them. "What the hell are you trying to do?"
"It's not what it loo—"
"Jesus, what happened?" J growled, interrupting my words as his hands grabbed a hold of my shoulders to pull me away from the counter. Positioning me in front of him, his palms found my cheeks and lifted my eyes from the floor before his own ran wild as they roamed my face. "What did you do, Bells?"
"Guys, please," I cried out, trying to get away from the tight grip that they both had against me as I pushed and pulled, the burning sensation of unshed tears building behind my eyelids starting to irritate my existence, "Please just...leave me alone!"
"Fuck out of here," Edward gritted, turning me around after nodding at J, silently telling him to let go of my face. His fingers left my wrists before they took a hold of my hips, and as they lifted me up in the air to set me on top of the counter, I laid my forehead against the kid's shoulder, not allowing his eyes the opportunity to meet my own while he stood in front of me.
Jake hissed, taking a hold of my hands that were hanging off of Edward's shoulders after I placed them there, not wanting to get any blood on the kid's clothes. "Bells, talk to me...tell me what happened."
'What didn't happen?' was the question that ran through my mind as a small sound escaped my throat. When I started crying, out of nowhere, Edward wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me so tightly that his chest pressed itself into my own and left no room in-between us. My forehead that was using his shoulder as a hiding spot moved over to the side of his neck, and as my fingers found J's that were gently running themselves along my knuckles, I stopped their care and gripped onto them, not caring about the sting that the act produced.
"Sorry," I mumbled after a few seconds, leaning away from the kid's tear smeared skin.
As my hands left Edward's biceps and headed towards my face, he grabbed a hold of my wrists and stopped me from wiping away the wetness that I considered nothing but weakness. "Don't," he whispered, shaking his head at my raised brow. "You probably have glass embedded in here." I nodded as I slumped forward a little bit, and without taking his eyes off of me, he addressed Jake, who was standing behind him. "Hey, man, can you go into the kitchen and grab me some gauze and alcohol? They're in the cabinet that's right next to the fridge."
Jake nodded, letting go of my fingers. As soon as he left the bathroom, Edward ran his palms against my cheeks, his eyebrows scrunched together. "Your face, Bae?"
I shook my head. "It's just from my hands."
He nodded as he turned on the faucet that I was sitting next to. After running some water over the handles to wash away the blood that was there, he took a hold of my wrists and shook them out a bit, telling me to relax my fingers as my nails remained attached to the skin that was over my palms. Doing as he said, I kept my eyes on his hands as he cleaned my own underneath the water, his fingers gently running along the cuts and scraps. "Does it hurt?"
"Jesus, what happened?" J growled, interrupting my words as his hands grabbed a hold of my shoulders to pull me away from the counter. Positioning me in front of him, his palms found my cheeks and lifted my eyes from the floor before his own ran wild as they roamed my face. "What did you do, Bells?"
"Guys, please," I cried out, trying to get away from the tight grip that they both had against me as I pushed and pulled, the burning sensation of unshed tears building behind my eyelids starting to irritate my existence, "Please just...leave me alone!"
"Fuck out of here," Edward gritted, turning me around after nodding at J, silently telling him to let go of my face. His fingers left my wrists before they took a hold of my hips, and as they lifted me up in the air to set me on top of the counter, I laid my forehead against the kid's shoulder, not allowing his eyes the opportunity to meet my own while he stood in front of me.
Jake hissed, taking a hold of my hands that were hanging off of Edward's shoulders after I placed them there, not wanting to get any blood on the kid's clothes. "Bells, talk to me...tell me what happened."
'What didn't happen?' was the question that ran through my mind as a small sound escaped my throat. When I started crying, out of nowhere, Edward wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me so tightly that his chest pressed itself into my own and left no room in-between us. My forehead that was using his shoulder as a hiding spot moved over to the side of his neck, and as my fingers found J's that were gently running themselves along my knuckles, I stopped their care and gripped onto them, not caring about the sting that the act produced.
"Sorry," I mumbled after a few seconds, leaning away from the kid's tear smeared skin.
As my hands left Edward's biceps and headed towards my face, he grabbed a hold of my wrists and stopped me from wiping away the wetness that I considered nothing but weakness. "Don't," he whispered, shaking his head at my raised brow. "You probably have glass embedded in here." I nodded as I slumped forward a little bit, and without taking his eyes off of me, he addressed Jake, who was standing behind him. "Hey, man, can you go into the kitchen and grab me some gauze and alcohol? They're in the cabinet that's right next to the fridge."
Jake nodded, letting go of my fingers. As soon as he left the bathroom, Edward ran his palms against my cheeks, his eyebrows scrunched together. "Your face, Bae?"
I shook my head. "It's just from my hands."
He nodded as he turned on the faucet that I was sitting next to. After running some water over the handles to wash away the blood that was there, he took a hold of my wrists and shook them out a bit, telling me to relax my fingers as my nails remained attached to the skin that was over my palms. Doing as he said, I kept my eyes on his hands as he cleaned my own underneath the water, his fingers gently running along the cuts and scraps. "Does it hurt?"
"No."
Meeting my eyes again, he grabbed one of the hand towels that were sitting on the shelf. After wrapping the fabric around my hands, he placed them on top of my lap and turned the water off. "Well, Christ, Bae. What the fuck happened?"
"Do you know some cop who goes by the name of Kevin?"
He shrugged, leaning against my knees. "Not personally. My Pop might, though...I think that I heard him mention that name...before..." Noticing that the kid's eyes were turning into something way too intense, I went to lower my head to escape his gaze but he grabbed a hold of my chin and kept it still. "Did he fucking do something to you?"
I shook my head after pushing his hand away. "No, not to me," I whispered, to which he raised an eyebrow. "I just...I think that he had something to do with my Pop's murder."
"I don't understand. Why does this come up now, thirteen years later?" I uncovered my hands and tossed the towel into the sink with the intention of jumping off of the counter, but his lower abdomen pressing into my knees prevented me from doing so. "This guy Kevin did something to you."
He didn't ask. He stated. Fuck.
Before I had the chance of telling him to forget about it, my eyes widened in shock as he threw his fist into the side of the wall that was next to the mirror, easily creating a hole that definitely wasn't there a second ago as he growled a "Motherfucker!"
Snapping out of it when I saw the kid leaving the bathroom as if he was on some kind of a mission, I jumped off of the counter and went to grab him, but he was just too goddamn fast for me. "Edward, stop!" I shouted as he took off down the hallway with me behind him as I tried to keep up. As soon as he reached the front door and practically tore it open, I yelled for J when I saw him step out of the kitchen. "Stop him, fuck!"
Jake dropped the shit that he was holding and ran past me after pushing me back, his eyes on Edward as the kid charged down the hallway of the apartment complex. The first thing that I saw as soon as I stepped out into the parking lot a few seconds after the two boys had a grimace fall over my face, my eyes on J as he threw his body into Edward's, pinning him against the door of his car. "Stop fucking running, man!"
Edward growled as he pushed Jake away from him, who in return raised his hands up in the air as the kid turned around with a glare, breathing hard through his nose. "Don't fucking touch me, man." Noticing me as I reached them, he shook his head, pointing at me. "I'm going to kill him," he spat, "Why the hell would you keep this shit to yourself? A fucking cop hurt you, Bella!"
"Excuse me?"
I gritted my teeth, ignoring J. "Edward. Shut. Up."
"No," he whispered angrily, placing his arms across his chest. "This whole thing that you have going on is bullshit, and I'm done acting like it's cool, because it's not."
"Wait a second. A cop did that shit to you that night?"
"No," I groaned, answering Jake. "That guy had nothing to do with that night."
"Bella, fucking tell the kid what's going on, or I will."
"No," I groaned, answering Jake. "That guy had nothing to do with that night."
"Bella, fucking tell the kid what's going on, or I will."
"You need to shut the fuck u—"
"Do it now," he interrupted, "Or I will."
"Bells, what the fuck is going on?"
"Will you guys just shut the fuck up!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.
"No!" Jake yelled back, stepping up to me. "You need to tell me what the hell is going on, because I need to know. Now!"
"It was fucking Phil!" I snapped as I started hitting his chest, aggravated with the way that the both of them were acting. "Okay! Are you happy now?" Grabbing onto my hands to stop my hits, he kept them against my sides as I shook my head at him. "Go run along to Emmett and tell him, I don't give a shit! He's only going to end up behind bars, and you know that!"
"Do it now," he interrupted, "Or I will."
"Bells, what the fuck is going on?"
"Will you guys just shut the fuck up!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.
"No!" Jake yelled back, stepping up to me. "You need to tell me what the hell is going on, because I need to know. Now!"
"It was fucking Phil!" I snapped as I started hitting his chest, aggravated with the way that the both of them were acting. "Okay! Are you happy now?" Grabbing onto my hands to stop my hits, he kept them against my sides as I shook my head at him. "Go run along to Emmett and tell him, I don't give a shit! He's only going to end up behind bars, and you know that!"
"Phil was the one who did that shit to you?"
After pulling my hands out of his hold, I tossed them up into the air before I bent my knees and sat down on the pavement. Shaking my head, I lowered it. "Jake, please, just give me time to talk to Em. I don't need him finding out about this shit from you."
"God, Bells," he started in a whisper, joining me on the ground. "Why the hell didn't you tell me this?"
Rolling my eyes, I lifted my head. "It's fucking...complicated. Please, just let me handle it."
"Alright," he gave me after a couple of seconds. "I'll let you handle it."
With a small smile, I reached out and took a hold of his hands. "Thank you."
"Bells, it's me," he whispered, "If you would've told me, I could've helped you."
"I know," I told him before shaking my head, "Just...leave it to me, alright?"
"I will, but..." Letting go of my hands, he shook his head. "When Em finds out..."
"I know," I whispered, finishing his thought. "I just..."
"His own goddamn —"
"Pop," I interrupted. "I know, J. This whole thing is just...beyond fucked up."
Grabbing a hold of my hands again, he pulled me up with him until the both of us were standing on our feet. "We'll figure it out," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I nodded as I closed my eyes, placing my forehead against his chest. "Just...don't worry too much, alright? You don't have to go through this by yourself, you know that you have me."
Giving his shoulder a kiss, I leaned back after a few seconds. "Look, I have to go to Breaking Dawn to help Ma out. I'll see you in a little, yeah?"
He nodded before placing a kiss against my forehead. After telling Edward that he would see him later on, Jake left the two of us alone as he headed over towards his truck. "I can't believe that you didn't tell me about this shit, Bella."
"How was I supposed to know that you knew of the dude, Edward?" I asked, pointing to myself. "I mean, how the fuck do you know him, anyway?"
"It doesn't matter how I know him," he replied as he walked away from me, to which I fucking followed, more than suspicious. "All that matters is that he laid a goddamn finger on someone who he wasn't supp—" he abruptly stopped, causing me to bump into him in response before he turned around with narrowed eyes. "What exactly did Kevin fucking do to you?"
"It doesn't matter," I mocked him, repeating his words and actions as I walked past him.
"Christ, Bae!" he shouted, grabbing a hold of the empty belt loops of my jeans before using them to turn me around, "Would you fucking stop? It does matter! I feel as if I'm dealing with a goddamn idi—"
"Oh shut up, Edward!" I interrupted, pushing him away from me. "Give me a fucking break, man! What more do you want from me? I told J, and I'll tell Emmett whenever the hell I'm ready to tell Emmett!"
After pulling my hands out of his hold, I tossed them up into the air before I bent my knees and sat down on the pavement. Shaking my head, I lowered it. "Jake, please, just give me time to talk to Em. I don't need him finding out about this shit from you."
"God, Bells," he started in a whisper, joining me on the ground. "Why the hell didn't you tell me this?"
Rolling my eyes, I lifted my head. "It's fucking...complicated. Please, just let me handle it."
"Alright," he gave me after a couple of seconds. "I'll let you handle it."
With a small smile, I reached out and took a hold of his hands. "Thank you."
"Bells, it's me," he whispered, "If you would've told me, I could've helped you."
"I know," I told him before shaking my head, "Just...leave it to me, alright?"
"I will, but..." Letting go of my hands, he shook his head. "When Em finds out..."
"I know," I whispered, finishing his thought. "I just..."
"His own goddamn —"
"Pop," I interrupted. "I know, J. This whole thing is just...beyond fucked up."
Grabbing a hold of my hands again, he pulled me up with him until the both of us were standing on our feet. "We'll figure it out," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I nodded as I closed my eyes, placing my forehead against his chest. "Just...don't worry too much, alright? You don't have to go through this by yourself, you know that you have me."
Giving his shoulder a kiss, I leaned back after a few seconds. "Look, I have to go to Breaking Dawn to help Ma out. I'll see you in a little, yeah?"
He nodded before placing a kiss against my forehead. After telling Edward that he would see him later on, Jake left the two of us alone as he headed over towards his truck. "I can't believe that you didn't tell me about this shit, Bella."
"How was I supposed to know that you knew of the dude, Edward?" I asked, pointing to myself. "I mean, how the fuck do you know him, anyway?"
"It doesn't matter how I know him," he replied as he walked away from me, to which I fucking followed, more than suspicious. "All that matters is that he laid a goddamn finger on someone who he wasn't supp—" he abruptly stopped, causing me to bump into him in response before he turned around with narrowed eyes. "What exactly did Kevin fucking do to you?"
"It doesn't matter," I mocked him, repeating his words and actions as I walked past him.
"Christ, Bae!" he shouted, grabbing a hold of the empty belt loops of my jeans before using them to turn me around, "Would you fucking stop? It does matter! I feel as if I'm dealing with a goddamn idi—"
"Oh shut up, Edward!" I interrupted, pushing him away from me. "Give me a fucking break, man! What more do you want from me? I told J, and I'll tell Emmett whenever the hell I'm ready to tell Emmett!"
"I want you to wake up," he growled, throwing his hands up in the air. "Just for a goddamn second, I want you to see how this whole thing is going to transpire! It's not only you who's involved in this mess, Bella. You have people who care about y—"
"You know what?" I asked, interrupting him as I pointed at the kid, "I don't need this, and especially not from you." He went to say something, but I shook my head, stopping him before he had the chance to feed me more of his bullshit. "This problem isn't yours, it's mine...so do me this solid and let me handle it the way that I so please to fucking handle it."
"Bella..."
I turned around, shaking my head as I left him. "No. My problem. Not yours."
"You know what?" I asked, interrupting him as I pointed at the kid, "I don't need this, and especially not from you." He went to say something, but I shook my head, stopping him before he had the chance to feed me more of his bullshit. "This problem isn't yours, it's mine...so do me this solid and let me handle it the way that I so please to fucking handle it."
"Bella..."
I turned around, shaking my head as I left him. "No. My problem. Not yours."
After I walked into Breaking Dawn, the first thing that I — at once — noticed was how goddamn busy the place was. Making my way through the crowd, I smiled in nothing but relief, the knowledge of having no down time sounding quite appealing to me right about now. After stepping behind the bar, I walked up to Esme and interrupted her from messing around with the cash register as I wrapped my arms around her from behind. "Hey, Ma," I whispered, "I'm hizzere."
Looking over her shoulder, she raised a brow. "Hizzere?"
"Here," I corrected with a roll of my eyes, letting my arms drop from around her as she turned around with a smile. "Anyway," I continued as I looked around, shoving my hands into my hoodie pockets, "It's pretty fucki...uh..." I grimaced, meeting her narrowed gaze, "I mean, it's pretty busy, yeah?"
"What am I going to do with you two kids always cursing?" she asked with her head cocked to the side a bit, acting as if I actually had the answer to that question. Giving her a big toothy grin, I placed the back of my hands underneath my chin to mock her angelic ways, and she in return kissed one my cheeks before slapping it. "Smart-ass."
I gasped as her hypocritical being before I pushed her away, my hip nudging hers to the side so that I could stand in front of the cash register that was always giving the woman a problem. Giving the machine three hard hits on the top that had Esme grimacing, I grinned at the ding that it produced afterwards. "Hmm, I guess that bartending isn't the only reason as to why I am here tonight, yeah?"
"There's no need to treat it that harshly," she told me as I placed the money that she handed me with a roll of her eyes into the cash register, "It just wants a little love, Bambina. That's all."
"Do you and it need some time alone?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, causing her to walk away after shaking her head at me in disapproval. "I mean, let me know, Esme! I can always just tuck the earnings into my bra for the meantime..."
"I thought that you said that you were a bartender?"
"I didn't tell you that I was also a comedian?"
"Get to work," she told my sarcasm, looking over her shoulder with a smile.
I held my hands up in the air with a grin as I slammed the cash register closed, laughing at the playful narrowed eyes that it earned me in return. "Ay Ay, master."
Looking over her shoulder, she raised a brow. "Hizzere?"
"Here," I corrected with a roll of my eyes, letting my arms drop from around her as she turned around with a smile. "Anyway," I continued as I looked around, shoving my hands into my hoodie pockets, "It's pretty fucki...uh..." I grimaced, meeting her narrowed gaze, "I mean, it's pretty busy, yeah?"
"What am I going to do with you two kids always cursing?" she asked with her head cocked to the side a bit, acting as if I actually had the answer to that question. Giving her a big toothy grin, I placed the back of my hands underneath my chin to mock her angelic ways, and she in return kissed one my cheeks before slapping it. "Smart-ass."
I gasped as her hypocritical being before I pushed her away, my hip nudging hers to the side so that I could stand in front of the cash register that was always giving the woman a problem. Giving the machine three hard hits on the top that had Esme grimacing, I grinned at the ding that it produced afterwards. "Hmm, I guess that bartending isn't the only reason as to why I am here tonight, yeah?"
"There's no need to treat it that harshly," she told me as I placed the money that she handed me with a roll of her eyes into the cash register, "It just wants a little love, Bambina. That's all."
"Do you and it need some time alone?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, causing her to walk away after shaking her head at me in disapproval. "I mean, let me know, Esme! I can always just tuck the earnings into my bra for the meantime..."
"I thought that you said that you were a bartender?"
"I didn't tell you that I was also a comedian?"
"Get to work," she told my sarcasm, looking over her shoulder with a smile.
I held my hands up in the air with a grin as I slammed the cash register closed, laughing at the playful narrowed eyes that it earned me in return. "Ay Ay, master."
"What does a man have to do to get a drink around here?"
I rolled my eyes while I poured a customer of mine a glass of wine, recognizing that voice. After handing it to her, I collected the cash with a wink before I started heading over to where Carlisle was sitting down on the other side of the counter that was standing in between us, a smile over his face. "Hey, Pop," I greeted, pursing my lips together at the groan that left his annoyance as I leaned over and gave his cheek a few gentle smacks. "What can I friken get for you?"
"Well I'll be damned!" he shouted with one of his hands over his chest, the other one up in the air as it tried to get Esme's attention, "Honey, come here! You have to hear this!"
Esme smirked a smirk that reminded me of her son's as she came up to us. After leaning across the counter and giving her crazed hubby a kiss against the forehead, she raised an eyebrow at him. "What exactly do I have to hear?"
"Our little Bambina greeted me without a single curse word spoken," he started, nodding at me, "Bella Swan even said, and I quote...'what can I friken get for you?' Friken!" I rolled my eyes as he placed the back of his hand over my forehead after standing up from his seat, "Do I need to get in uniform, maybe? I can probably scrub up within the next five minutes, if I have to."
"I wouldn't want to ruin the act that you two probably have during your alone time," I replied before I threw my head back, placing the back of my hand where Pop's was a second ago, "Oh, doctor! I think that I am in need of a checku—"
"Inappropriate," someone grumbled from behind me, interrupting my words with his hand against my mouth. Looking over my shoulder, I bit into his palm and growled when he pushed it against my lips even more. After pushing his arm away from me, I placed my own across my chest. "Edward," I greeted.
He smirked, imitating my stance. "Bella."
"You can take your break now, sweetheart," Esme said, patting my cheek.
I went to tell her that I didn't need one, but she narrowed her eyes at me and stopped me mid-sentence. "Oh, I hate it when you do that shi—oot," I told her unfazed being, throwing my hands up in the air as I stalked away from the laughing Carlisle and Edward.
After walking outside, I started heading over towards my truck, deciding that I should probably give Emmett a call to ask him if he would be available to meet up with me sometime this week. I didn't want to, but I didn't want him finding out anything from J, even more. God only knows how long that kid will be able to keep his mouth shut when it involved something like this.
As I reached my truck, I went to unlock the door but something that was placed on top of the windshield caught my attention. Lifting the wipers away from the glass, my eyebrows scrunched together as I saw that that something was a pair of fucking underwear. "What the..." I leaned in closer, and as I noticed that it was an old pair of my underwear, I went to grab a hold of it, wondering who the hell would do something like this. Before my fingers could reach the fabric, my head was yanked back. "Jesus Chri—"
The other fingers that weren't gripping onto my hair from behind covered my mouth, interrupting the words that were coming out of it as I was pulled away from my truck. "Isn't it lovely seeing you here," Phil's voice growled against the side of my face before I was turned around, the quickness of it making me stumble a bit as I tried to remain on my feet. As soon as I faced him, I went to scream, but the asshole pushed me into the closed door that I planned on opening a few seconds ago, and as he grabbed a hold of my neck, I raised my hands up in the air, silently letting him know that I wasn't going to fight him. "You say one word," he gritted as I felt something hard pressing into my temple, "One fucking word, Isabella, and I'll empty this goddamn machine into your brain. You got me?"
"Got it," I all but choked before I cried out, the release that I was granted more than unexpected as soon as he let go of me. "Phi—"
"Shut up," he spat, looking around, "I want you to follow me to my car and get in. You hear me?"
"I...I can't leave. People will notice that I'm gone."
"I don't give a shit," he told me before he turned around. "Follow me. Now."
I went to tell her that I didn't need one, but she narrowed her eyes at me and stopped me mid-sentence. "Oh, I hate it when you do that shi—oot," I told her unfazed being, throwing my hands up in the air as I stalked away from the laughing Carlisle and Edward.
After walking outside, I started heading over towards my truck, deciding that I should probably give Emmett a call to ask him if he would be available to meet up with me sometime this week. I didn't want to, but I didn't want him finding out anything from J, even more. God only knows how long that kid will be able to keep his mouth shut when it involved something like this.
As I reached my truck, I went to unlock the door but something that was placed on top of the windshield caught my attention. Lifting the wipers away from the glass, my eyebrows scrunched together as I saw that that something was a pair of fucking underwear. "What the..." I leaned in closer, and as I noticed that it was an old pair of my underwear, I went to grab a hold of it, wondering who the hell would do something like this. Before my fingers could reach the fabric, my head was yanked back. "Jesus Chri—"
The other fingers that weren't gripping onto my hair from behind covered my mouth, interrupting the words that were coming out of it as I was pulled away from my truck. "Isn't it lovely seeing you here," Phil's voice growled against the side of my face before I was turned around, the quickness of it making me stumble a bit as I tried to remain on my feet. As soon as I faced him, I went to scream, but the asshole pushed me into the closed door that I planned on opening a few seconds ago, and as he grabbed a hold of my neck, I raised my hands up in the air, silently letting him know that I wasn't going to fight him. "You say one word," he gritted as I felt something hard pressing into my temple, "One fucking word, Isabella, and I'll empty this goddamn machine into your brain. You got me?"
"Got it," I all but choked before I cried out, the release that I was granted more than unexpected as soon as he let go of me. "Phi—"
"Shut up," he spat, looking around, "I want you to follow me to my car and get in. You hear me?"
"I...I can't leave. People will notice that I'm gone."
"I don't give a shit," he told me before he turned around. "Follow me. Now."
I had no choice but to fucking follow.
Looking around, I internally cursed my goddamn luck as I noticed that Phil was leading us towards the back. I knew for a fact that no one parked behind this building, which fucking squashed any hope of mine of someone squashing any hope of his by their presence being a hinderance to whatever he had planned.
As soon as he reached the passenger door of his car, he looked over his shoulder and growled when he saw the hesitancy that I had of willingly getting inside. Grabbing a hold of my hand, he went to pull me to where he wanted me but stopped as we both heard the back door of the club swing open. "Hey, man. You're not supposed to park behind this building."
I looked over my shoulder, recognizing that voice. "Jasper."
Blue Eyes didn't hear my whisper but Phil did, seeing as to how the asshole quickly placed himself in front of me. "I'm sorry, son," he told him after a few seconds, keeping a hold of my hand, "I didn't know that this part of the club was unavailable for parking."
"No problem," Jasper replied after I heard the door close behind him. Leaning over to the side a bit so that I could see what was going on, I didn't know whether to thank the heavens above us or curse them for their help when I saw the kid heading towards us with his hands in his pockets. "Hey, aren't you Emmett's Pop?"
"I am," he answered tensely, giving my hand a quick tug that had me straightening back up into my previous 'hiding spot' behind him. "Are you a friend of his that I haven't had the chance to meet before?"
His question was ignored as Jasper looked over Phil's shoulder. "Brown Eyes?" I nodded, giving him a small smile as the asshole's hold left me before Edward's cousin could notice that it was there. "I didn't know that you were leaving...Esme's wondering where you are in there."
Looking around, I internally cursed my goddamn luck as I noticed that Phil was leading us towards the back. I knew for a fact that no one parked behind this building, which fucking squashed any hope of mine of someone squashing any hope of his by their presence being a hinderance to whatever he had planned.
As soon as he reached the passenger door of his car, he looked over his shoulder and growled when he saw the hesitancy that I had of willingly getting inside. Grabbing a hold of my hand, he went to pull me to where he wanted me but stopped as we both heard the back door of the club swing open. "Hey, man. You're not supposed to park behind this building."
I looked over my shoulder, recognizing that voice. "Jasper."
Blue Eyes didn't hear my whisper but Phil did, seeing as to how the asshole quickly placed himself in front of me. "I'm sorry, son," he told him after a few seconds, keeping a hold of my hand, "I didn't know that this part of the club was unavailable for parking."
"No problem," Jasper replied after I heard the door close behind him. Leaning over to the side a bit so that I could see what was going on, I didn't know whether to thank the heavens above us or curse them for their help when I saw the kid heading towards us with his hands in his pockets. "Hey, aren't you Emmett's Pop?"
"I am," he answered tensely, giving my hand a quick tug that had me straightening back up into my previous 'hiding spot' behind him. "Are you a friend of his that I haven't had the chance to meet before?"
His question was ignored as Jasper looked over Phil's shoulder. "Brown Eyes?" I nodded, giving him a small smile as the asshole's hold left me before Edward's cousin could notice that it was there. "I didn't know that you were leaving...Esme's wondering where you are in there."
"Jas man? Have you seen Bella?"
Shit.
Edward.
No.
Yes.
Fuck.
"Yeah, man," Jasper answered, keeping his eyes on me. "She's right here."
Remembering who he was from the first and only time that he met the kid a while ago, Phil wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders when he saw that Edward let the door close behind him as he started heading over towards us. "Bae, I was looking for y—" his words stopped when his eyes fell upon the asshole who was standing next to me. Returning his attention back to me with a slightly tensed up jaw, he raised a brow. "Where are you going?"
"Can you uh, tell Esme that I'll be right back?"
He smiled something like 'yeah, okay, sure thing, I'm on it,' as he placed his arms across his chest, keeping his eyes on Phil and I as he addressed his cousin. "Jas, can you do me a favor and go help Pop? He's downstairs, trying to move all of the boxes up to the bar by himself. Give me a couple minutes and I'll be in."
Blue Eyes nodded, and after he turned around and walked away, I shrugged Phil's arm off of my shoulders with the intention of walking up to Edward but my retreat was put to a stop as the asshole grabbed a hold of my arm. "If you don't get your hands off of the girl by the time that I count to three," the kid started as we heard the door shut behind Jasper, "Then I'm going to have to do something that I have wanted to do for a really long fucking time."
"You're clearly overreacting," Phil laughed as he pulled me away from the kid. Meeting Edward's eyes as my back hit the asshole's chest, I shook my head while I mouthed for him to go inside and that he was only going to make it worse. "I think that you should go back into the bar and calm yourself down, son."
"Three," Edward started, ignoring him and me.
"Edward," I whispered, "Go inside. I'll be right back."
Lowering his arms from his chest, he took a step towards us. "Two."
Phil growled at Edward's advance and before I could tell him to stop moving closer, I felt cold steel pressing itself into the side of my head. Knowing that it was his gun — judging from how tightly Edward's fists were clenched when his eyes went to where I felt the pressure — I closed my own. "Make a fucking scene and she'll be gone within the next goddamn sec—"
I bent my neck forward before I quickly extended it, interrupting Phil's threat as I slammed the back of my head into his face. As soon as his arm left the hold that it had around my waist, I dropped down onto the ground at the same time that I heard the gun hit the concrete next to me. "You fucking bitch!"
When I looked up, my eyes widened as I noticed that Edward already had the asshole pinned against the door of his car with one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, the other one busy with his waistband. "You don't know," he hissed, "how long I've wanted to fucking do this. I'm honestly surprised that I let you live from the last time, you fucking waste of a goddamn life."
"Edward!" I yelled as I caught sight of the pistol that he pulled out of his waistband, causing nothing but fear to run through my blood as I saw the kid shoving its barrel into one of Phil's cheeks. Crawling over to them, I stood up and pressed my chest against Edward's back as I wrapped my fingers around his wrists. "Jesus Christ, man...drop the goddamn gun, what are you doing?" I hissed quietly, not wanting my voice to attract anyone who might be able to hear it.
"Give me the fucking word," he gritted, tightening the grip that his other hand had around Phil's neck, causing him to hiss in nothing but pain in return, "I can clear a goddamn hole through this asshole's face, just give me the fucking word, Bella."
Feeling the kid's body trembling underneath my own from the anger that it was filled with, I grabbed the kid's chin while keeping my other fingers wrapped around the wrist of his hand that held the gun. Turning his face towards mine so that he could meet my eyes, I shook my head. "Drop it. Please, Edward...drop it. Don't do this."
Looking away from me, Edward slammed his pistol against the side of Phil's face, causing the asshole in return to hiss in pain from the impact before falling down onto the ground. "Leave," the kid spat, "Before I change my goddamn mind, I want you fucking gone."
After standing up to his feet, Phil walked over to the driver's side with a quickness in his step that I have never seen before, not looking at the two of us as he opened the door and got in. Turning my attention to Edward as the car drove off a few seconds later, I narrowed my eyes at him as I watched the kid shove his pistol into the waistband of his jeans. "What...how...why the hell do you have a gun?"
"For fucking protection," he gritted, "God knows that you need it!"
When he turned around without another word, my jaw dropped in shock, seeing as to how the kid just...up and dismissed me like that. Noticing that he was heading towards the back door, I shook my head to snap myself out of it and followed behind him, calling out his name as I tried to keep up. "Hold on a minute, man!"
He growled a "Stop?" that was filled with disbelief as he quickly turned around, the abruptness of the movement causing me to bump into him from behind before I was shoved up against one of the walls by his hands over my stomach. "Stop what? Fucking running away from you?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked in bewilderment, my try of pushing the kid away from my space interrupted as he pinned my arms against the wall that my back was pressed up against. "What the fuck did I do to you, Edward?"
"You're always running away from me."
"No I'm not," I argued, "You are the one who doesn't talk to me!"
"Bullshit," he whispered, his top lip twitching in anger.
Looking into his eyes, I gave him what he wanted. "I was with my Pop when he died."
"I know..." he shook his head as he let go of my arms, "I know what you're do—"
"He died in my arms," I whispered, ignoring the glare that I got from my interruption.
"Stop, Bel—"
"Renee blames me," I continued, "says that I could have saved him if I wanted to."
Not long after my words, he placed his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes in relief, the feeling of getting...somewhere...with this kid, somewhat overpowering. "Edward, I'm not here to judge you," I whispered, using his own words from awhile ago, "I have my own fucking demons."
"The person who I thought of as my mom..." The feeling of him shaking his head caused my eyes to open during his pause, the tone of his voice when he whispered the word 'mom' getting my attention as it sounded like it didn't belong there. "Elizabeth, I mean...she used. Too fucking much. Her crack habit was more important than anything, or anyone else."
Looking into his eyes, I frowned when I noticed that his own had that certain shine to them as he tried to hold back the tears that wanted to escape his being. "Edward..."
Seeming as if he never heard me, he closed his eyes and laid his forehead against one of my shoulders as he continued. "So important, that when her son tried to hide the shit from her one night, she shot him."
My eyes widened, the kid's declaration not at all expected. "Oh m—"
"Her own goddamn blood," he groaned, "Not a second thought about it."
I wrapped my arms around the kid while he kept his position with his forehead against my shoulder, avoiding my eyes when all that I wanted to do was to see them. Tightening my hold on him, I honestly didn't know what to tell him except that I was..."I'm so sorry, Edward."
When my eyes were met with a glare from his own after he lifted his head, my brows scrunched together as I let my arms drop from his shoulders, not understanding his all of a sudden irritation with what I must have said. "Don't, Bella. Don't you fucking dare look at me like that."
"What?"
"You like that, yeah?" he asked, his hands over my shoulders keeping me against the wall as I went to move away from the menacing smirk that fell over his mouth, "Having someone to feel sorry for? Making your own goddamn problems seem like shit?"
"Excuse me?" I asked incredulously, narrowing my eyes at him.
He laughed something soft and unappealing as he leaned towards me, the act causing the back of my head to hit the wall that I was held against as I tried to distance myself from him. "Don't feel sorry for me, baby. I feel sorry for you."
"Edward, what the —"
"Do it," he hummed, the feeling of his nose interrupting my question as it ran along my jaw, "Feel fucking sorry for me, Bae. Go ahead, I dare you. Feel fucking sorry for me, please."
"I don't underst—"
I stopped mid sentence and closed my eyes as the kid's top lip met up with the edge of my bottom one, its softness oh so nice with its familiarity. Welcoming the harsh breaths that were escaping out of his slightly spread apart mouth, I sighed as his hands ran down my sides, stopping their descent when they reached my hips. "I'm sorry, Bella."
Nothing but a groan of approval left my mouth and hit his own as he slammed me against the wall a second after his apology that included lifting me up in the air. Instantly, I wrapped my thighs around his waist as if the act was a natural goddamn reaction, and when he leaned back a bit to look into my eyes while his hips kept me in place as his hands found both of my cheeks, he tried again. "I'm sorry," he repeated in a soft whisper, his thumbs making the skin that they were running themselves along dizzy. "I don't think that it's right, how you were the one to see your Pop die. You didn't need to see that shit, and I'm so sorry that you did."
The kid wasn't as close as I wanted him to be, so I leaned into him and softly ran my lips against his, back and forth, back and forth as my fingers found the back of his neck to uselessly keep him in place as I breathed into his open mouth. "Stop."
"I'm sorry about the woman who you fail to refer to as as your mom," he continued, ignoring my silent warning as he let go of my face to place his hands against the wall, by my shoulders. "I'm sorry that she blames you, because you don't in any way deserve that fucking burden."
Pressing my back against the wall again as I leaned away from him, I kept my narrowed eyes on that green color of his own as I slowly rolled my hips into him, not being able to stop my "Don't" from sounding like a moan instead of the hiss that the word planned on coming out as.
Placing his hands over my hips again when I tried to repeat the act that caused the both of us pleasure a second ago, he turned us around so that his back was pressed up against the wall, giving me the control that I was seeking for. "I mean it, Bae. I'm so fucking sorry."
I gritted my teeth, his pity starting to tick me off. "Shut the fuck up, Edw—"
The kid interrupted my demand as he took a hold of my face and brought it towards his own, stopping the pull when our lips were barely apart. Not being able to handle what that green color was giving my brown one, I closed my eyes after a few seconds, the only sound around us the inhales and exhales that were leaving and entering our mouths.
It seemed as we gave in at the same exact time, and at the feeling of his fingers digging into the skin that was covering my lower back — after of course, finding themselves underneath my hoodie and tee shirt with no problems coming from me — I bit onto his top lip and held it, enjoying the hiss of pain and satisfaction that my teeth earned from their grip.
And as soon as his mouth parted, I fucking explored.
But still, I wasn't getting enough of his taste.
I wanted more of it.
He groaned a low "Christ" over my mouth before he leaned away from my probing, having enough of it as the back of his head hit the wall that he was pressed up against, the hard painted surface a perfect spot for my hands as I tried to calm down my breathing a bit. "Come here, Bae."
I grinned as I — so very, very slowly — started bringing my face towards his, teasing the kid's bullshit 'I need a breather' behavior while I took my good ol' time. After giving my lips a quick lick, I spread them apart when they reached his own, silently granting him permission to return my exploration.
And fucking explore he did, man.
Christopher Columbus? The kid's middle name.
I leaned away after countless seconds went by, the spell of everything that was attached to Edward fucking Cullen making me nothing but dizzy as my fingertips touched my lips to make sure that they were — in fact — still there, for all that they felt — or didn't feel — was numbness. "Whoa."
I know, people. I know.
That was pathetic, although...
More than goddamn true.
As the kid's hands practically shoved themselves into my jeans in some 'I don't feel like wasting our time with talking' type of a way, I moaned at his assertiveness a second before I groaned at the hardness that I felt as his fingers against my ass cheeks pulled my lower body into his lower body. "Oh God," I whispered with closed eyes, placing my forehead on top of his own, "It's not enough, Edward. I need...more."
Sliding us down the wall as my legs kept their tight hold around him, he nodded as his hands left their spot to run along my thighs instead. "I know what you mean," he replied in a soft whisper with his eyes on mine, "I just...I don't know what to do about that, Bae."
Letting one of my arms drop from his shoulders, I took a hold of one of his hands and stopped its movement as I moved his fingers over to the front of my jeans, knowing exactly what to do about that. "Touch me, Edward. I want...no, fuck that. I need you to touch me."
He grinned at my honest to God truth, and when I felt the slight tug that his fingers gave my jeans as he popped the button open and slide the zipper down, I kept my eyes on his while he kept his own on mine, the both of us seeming to act as if we were waiting to see what the other one was going to do or say, or not do or say.
Sensing that I was nothing but serious with my words, Edward placed his forehead against my shoulder, the action causing his attention to now fall down to my lap, where his fingers and my allowance granted him a better visual as to what they will — I hoped — play with in the next few seconds. "Bella, I..."
I nudged him back so that his eyes could meet my own again, not wanting the kid to start over thinking about why this shouldn't happen, or what will happen after this sort of thing happens. "Fucking touch me, Edward. Please."
After pulling my lower body closer to his own by my waistband, I went to lower my head so that I could see what his hand had in mind when it found itself down my jeans, but the kid grabbed a hold of my jaw with his other fingers and kept my eyes on his. "I want you to look at me."
I nodded, giving him what he wanted so that he could give me what I wanted as I placed my forehead against his, and as soon as I felt one of his fingers run down the seam of my panties, I hummed until I stopped breathing altogether, the feeling of his knuckle brushing over me beyond amazing as he took a hold of the fabric and pushed it to the side. "Oh God, yes."
I stilled my movements with a gasp of "Jesus Christ" as soon as I felt one of the kid's fingers enter me and stay there. Keeping my eyes on that smirk of his that made an appearance after my declaration, my hand that was against the front of my jeans moved over to his belt a second before my fingers started unbuckling it in some frantic type of a way with the intention of returning the pleasure that he was giving me.
After the belt was pushed aside and out of my goddamn way, my fingers fumbled around with the button of his jeans before I finally got it undone. After carefully sliding the zipper down, I stuck my hand inside and grinned when he whispered my name as I let my palm roam his length over his boxers while my other one remained on the back of his neck. "You don't have to do th—"
His nonsense filled words ended as I brushed away the useless fabric that was preventing my fingers from feeling the skin that covered the solidity that we created together, and after I brought him out of the confinement that he was practically straining against, Edward lowered his head at the same time that I did, my idea being to get a better look at what exactly I was working with here.
What?
Did you really think that I wouldn't, hookahs?
Psshh.
My eyes widened a bit. "Fucking beautiful..."
Because holy hell on my denial if it wasn't.
"Bae," he laughed, "You're kind of making me nervous here."
"That shit that you're packing is...just...wow."
As I quickly ran my thumb across the very tip of him after breaking out of my bewilderment of how goddamn good he looked in my hand, he hissed a curse word, and as soon as his finger started moving inside of me with a purpose, I repeated the sound that came out of his mouth a second ago. "Holy shit, Bae...I might..."
Ignoring the frown that I received from the kid when I let go of him, I grinned as his attention went down to my hand as it replaced his own after I pulled his fingers out of my jeans and panties and me. Laying my palm over myself, I hummed from the sensitivity that was found there, and as soon as I wrapped my fingers around his dick to coat him with what his digits caused, he hissed, throwing his head back. "You like that, Edward?"
His fingers went back to their previous spot at the same time that his other hand pulled my face towards his own, and when he started rubbing me in this fast paced kind of a way that was already driving the orgasm out of me, I moaned against the side of his open mouth before he groaned into mine, letting me know that he was right there, too...the feeling of my hand easily sliding up and down his length placing us on equal grounds.
Noticing that I was trying to hold out, the kid pushed one of his fingers inside, and as soon as it flicked a certain fucking something, my hand that was wrapped around him froze. My chest pressed itself against his chest at the same time that my lips pressed themselves against his lips, and I just...let go, my body's shiver transferring itself to his own body as he allowed me to ride it out by slowly brushing that goddamn digit in and out of me, each time connecting with my clit.
Coming out of it, I tightened my grip around him and moved my hand up once before I moved it down once, grinning like crazy at the mumbled curse word that left his mouth and hit my lips as his whole body tensed something delicious against my own. Keeping my eyes on his closed ones while he enjoyed the high that I brought him, my fingers that found his hair kept his head in place as I felt warm liquid running along my knuckles.
His hand went over mine after a couple of seconds, stopping my movements as he opened his eyes, granting my own with their laziness that was filled with nothing but release and satisfaction. Placing his forehead against my shoulder as he tucked himself back into his boxers, the kid laughed something soft that caused my brow to raise in question. "What's so funny, dude?"
Lifting his head, he pursed his lips together. "We're at my mom's bar..."
"Oh God," I groaned, causing him to laugh. "This isn't fucking funny, Edward!"
After giving me a chaste kiss that I didn't even appreciate or want, he smirked at my narrowed eyes as he placed the back of his head against the wall behind him. "Oh come on, Bella. It's pretty fucking funny, admit it."
No one noticed or saw what was going on...
Right?
I mean, joking aside. This place was dead...
Right?
Laughter broke me out of my thoughts of wonder, and when I saw the happy go lucky Edward Cullen leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest, I turned around with a roll of my eyes. "God, you're like a fucking two year old, shut up!" I yelled, walking away from the smugness that was practically radiating out of the kid.
"Chill out, you goddamn prude!"
I flipped his comeback off with a middle finger as I continued on my way. "Idiot."
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