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R & R
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, no copyright infringement intended.
Where Are You Now
Chapter 1 - Stranger
"Aw, come on Bella, come with me please? I'll just introduce you to my new boyfriend," Rose whined.
Rosalie is my best friend and we share an apartment. She works as a model and me...well I just lost my job.
She has been convincing me to go with her to the bar that her boyfriend owns. But I hate those kinds of places. It's too noisy and I hate the smell of alcohol and people's sweat.
"Pretty please?" She pleaded with a puppy dog face.
I sighed and nodded.
"Really? You're coming?" She was so ecstatic.
"Yes," I said nonchalantly.
She hugged me, and then she dragged me to her room.
"Rose, please don't do this to me," I warned, but she didn't listen.
I tried to escape her room but the door was padlocked, and the key was with her.
Oh great, another torture session with Rosalie.
She asked me to sit on her bed, and she started digging in her closet.
She dressed me in a blue cropped dress and silver high heels.
She put on make-up on my face, and I don't think that I will like it. It was like she was painting my face. She knows that I hate too much make up, but she doesn't care. After she's done with the make-up, she pulled my hair into a messy bun
When she's done with me, she brought me to her full length mirror.
"You look stunning Bella, you may even get a boyfriend tonight," she said playfully.
I rolled my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror. I do look good, but it's kinda too much. It's too formal for a bar.
I was about to tell something to Rose, but she was busy with curling her hair.
Rose is beautiful. She has everything what a girl wants with her body. Yeah she has 36-24-36 vital statistics. And she never worked for it. Even if she eats much, she doesn't get fat. And her blonde tresses, it is really soft and silky. Her skin is creamy white which makes her sapphire blue eyes stand out.
"I'm done, Bella," she announced.
I just nodded.
"I'll just go to my room to get my purse," I said.
"Sure, be quick," she replied while reapplying her mascara.
I rushed to my room and I grabbed my purse and stuffed my cell, wallet and a hanky inside.
"Bella!" Rose called.
"Coming!" I shouted.
I went out of my room and then I headed to the front door where Rose was waiting.
We got out and she got us a cab.
...
Dusk, was the name of the club. It's not like the other clubs that I've been to.
It was elegant and classy. I'm sure only wealthy people go here. Rose is a lucky girl, her boyfriend is surely rich.
We went inside, and it was amazingly beautiful.
The only colors that you can see in the club are gold, silver, and peach.
The music is not that loud here in our spot, but I'm sure that it's deafening on the dance floor.
"Emmett!" Rose called a big guy with blonde hair.
He honestly looks like a bouncer. Oh, maybe he's one.
"Why are you calling the bouncer?" I asked Rose.
She hit me on the shoulder.
"He's my boyfriend," she shrugged.
"I'm sorry," I said shyly and I blushed.
Soon Emmett was in front of us.
Rose jumped to him, and she kissed him on the lips. Emmett kissed her back. And soon it became something that shouldn't be watched by kids.
I cleared my throat loudly to startle them.
"I'm sorry...this is my best friend, Bella. Bella, meet my boyfriend, Emmett," Rose said encouragingly.
Emmett is really tall, he also has lots of muscles, and he's a bit scary actually.
"Nice to meet you," I said nice and I shook Emmett's hand.
But soon, he enveloped me in a bear hug.
It was not malicious; it was actually funny because he really looks like a bear. My first impression is wrong. I think he has a goofy personality.
"Nice to meet you too, Belly," he said as he pull away from me.
"It's Bella," I corrected, and then I laughed.
"Let's find a seat?" Rose suggested.
"I've reserved a VIP booth for us. Come on upstairs," Emmett informed us.
He led us to the second floor. We climbed the golden stairs, and I gripped tightly on the grills beside the stairs. I don't want to fall here and then go straight to the hospital. I hate hospitals. The waiters and waitresses greeted us as we walk towards our booth.
Emmett pulled the chairs for me and Rose, and we sat. Before Emmett sat beside Rose, he called a waiter and he ordered for us.
"I ordered Martinis for you guys, is that fine?" Emmett asked nicely.
"It's perfect," Rose answered.
"Bella?" Emmett looked at me expectantly.
"It's perfect," I faked a cheerful voice.
He nodded chalantly.
Soon our drinks arrived. The waiter placed it on the table and I began to drink it.
Emmet was about to say something, but he was cut off when I drank the whole glass. The liquid traced my throat like fire, but it feels weird...kinda good.
"That was my drink," Emmett said sadly.
I blushed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice it. But the drink was good. Can I have another one?"
"It's a bit strong, are you sure?"
"Sure."
Emmett called again the waiter and ordered shots for us.
...
After three more shots of coke and whiskey, I can't think straight anymore. But I still want more. The more I drink the more I forget all my worries and problems. For the first time in my life, I don't feel like caring anymore.
"Em, one more please?" I asked and I giggled.
"She's drunk Rose," Emmett said, and then he laughed.
"Yeah, it's the first time that she's drunk. Let her enjoy it," Rose said while laughing.
They were happy, I should be too. So I laughed with them.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee.
"I'll just go to the rest room guys," I excused myself.
I walked clumsily towards the end of the hall, where the rest room is located.
After I have released all I have to. I walked back to the hall.
I just notice someone in the dark corner of the room.
I walked towards him. He is alone, and sad.
"Hey mister, why are you alone?" I asked out of curiosity.
He turned and faced me. I was struck by his beauty. Even in the dark, I can see his emerald eyes, they are shining. His face has perfect features. And his hair has a weird shade of bronze and gold.
"Yeah, I'm alone. I wouldn't mind a company," he said.
His voice is very soft, like velvet.
"Maybe we can talk, I'm lonely too," I blurted.
I sat beside him.
He pulled me closer to him and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
I leaned my head on his shoulder. I decided to talk to him.
"What do you do?" I asked.
"I'm a composer and a pianist," he said proudly.
"Wow. I want to hear you play," I murmured.
"Maybe next time."
"Yes, next time."
We talked and laughed. It was so comfortable and natural.
Suddenly I was focused on his lips, they are so kissable.
"I want to kiss you." I smirked.
He chuckled. God I really love it when he does that, his voice is so musical. I can never compare it to anything.
"Do it," he whispered to my ear, and then he faced me.
I placed my small hands on his cheeks.
He leaned towards me and I closed the distance between us.
It was just soft kisses at first, but then eventually it turned into something more.
I lifted myself to his lap, and we continued making out.
I can feel his hands all over me, and it felt so damn good. I have never felt anything like this in my life.
I gripped at his bronze hair and tugged him closer to me, if that was even possible. God I have never felt anything like this in my life. I have never done this with any guy before.
I know with what I am doing, I have already crossed the line. There's no going back now.
"Let's get out of here," he said through my lips.
I just moaned. What? I moaned? What the hell?
He carried me bridal style as we get out of the bar.
We went to the parking lot, he walked towards a silver Volvo. When he got there, he opened the door at the passenger seat and he placed me inside and closed the door again. He opened the driver's seat door and he hopped in.
He started the engine and he drove over the speed limit.
"Where are we going...what's your name again?" I asked while rubbing the side of my head.
"I'm Edward, and we're going to a place where we can continue what you have started." He answered, in a strain way.
"Oh, that sounds exciting!" I said playfully, and I giggled like a teenage girl.
He continued to drive until we reached a hotel.
...
(EPOV)
MY HEAD F- HURTS.
I opened my eyes and I was struck by a beam of sunshine. It's like my eyes got burned.
I looked at my surroundings, and it's all unfamiliar.
I'm in a hotel room. Shit, I can't remember anything that happened last night. I didn't know how I got here.
Then something moved on my chest.
A brunette. Oh God. A naked brunette.
I can't believe what I've done. I just cheated on my wife.
I can't really believe that I have done this.
Yesterday, I just found out that the medications of my wife will not work anymore. The cancer is malignant. She is given a year and a half maximum to live. I went to a bar to have a drink, to cool down, but this girl came to me. She asked me why I was alone, I said that I was lonely. She was really tipsy that time. I was a little drunk that time, and she was attractive so I asked her to have a seat with me. We talked for a while. Then our topics are getting more nonsense and we started laughing without any reason. Then she said that she wants to kiss me. My mind is fuzzy so I said yes. Then she kissed me. I have to admit, she is really a good kisser.
Things started to go hotter and hotter. Then I can't remember anything after that.
Oh God, maybe she is a hooker who is hanging out in the club I might get STD from her.
I carefully untangled myself from her so that she wouldn't wake up. I don't think I can handle a conversation with her. Before getting up, I noticed the bloodstain on the comforter. This day couldn't get any worse. I just had a one night stand with a virgin. And I do not even remember her name.
I shrugged, and I started picking up my clothes that were scattered on the floor.
When I was fully clothed, I left the room. I left the hotel and I drove back to the hospital.
...
(BPOV)
Ow, I am sore in um...the right parts. Last night was crazy and fun. I know I should be mortified because I just had sex with a stranger. But I am happy. For the first time in my life, I felt complete.
I opened my eyes, and I'm looking forward on seeing his handsome face again. But I was struck by a cold empty hotel room bed. He was gone. He must regret it. Maybe he just did it because he was drunk. Oh my, maybe he is married. Maybe last night was just a fateful accident.
But I didn't give up. I stood up, with the sheets wrapped around my body. I looked at the night stand, maybe there's a note. I looked on the coffee table, the couch, under the pillows, and even on the shelves, but I didn't find any.
And then, I realized that I should just accept the fact that it was just a one night stand, nothing more. I was drunk and I gave up my virginity to a handsome stranger.
I slipped on my dress last night, my shoes, and I hastily fixed my disheveled hair.
I grabbed my purse from the night stand and there were eleven missed calls from Rose. She must be sickly worried right now. I called Rose while I ride in the elevator.
"Bella! Oh god, where did you go?" Rose said worriedly.
"I'm in a hotel, I'm fine, no need to be worried," I replied, in an it-was-nothing way.
"OMG! Don't tell me you are with the guy that you are flirting with last night."
"Then I won't tell you."
"OMFG, what did you two do last night?" She exclaimed.
"Let's talk about this when I get home, okay?"
"Fine."
I hung up the phone.
...
Two months later...
I've been throwing up the whole morning. I finally got a job last month. But I've been late for three consecutive days because of this sickness. My boss didn't buy my excuse, and he said that if I get late again, he'll just be sending my paycheck at my account.
Rose flew to Paris last week for a modeling seminar and a photo shoot. She will be staying there for three weeks.
I should really visit a doctor now. I don't care about the job anymore. I just want this sickness to be gone.
When I felt a bit better, I showered and dressed up in a vintage shirt and jeans.
I don't have a car so I just called a cab.
I went to the nearest hospital.
...
"Um, doc is there something wrong with me?" I asked hesitantly.
They've got my blood and pee tested when I told them the things that have been happening to me.
"No, everything is normal. Actually its good news," Doctor Stewart said calmly with a smile on her face.
"What's the good news?" My brows furrowed in confusion.
"You are having a baby, Isabella. You are pregnant," she said happily.
But I'm not sure if this is a good news.
I AM PREGNANT AT TWENTY-ONE.
PREGNANT BY A STRANGER.
PREGNANT! PREGNANT! PREGNANT!
Oh, I don't know what to do. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.
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-ishi ;)