Bella Marie Swan is dead. She died when he left and Izzy took her place. Izzy Hope Sampson is who I am now. And Izzy is who I'll stay.
My motorcycle who I always refer to as Harley growled furiously beneath me. Harley reminds me of a cheetah or, probably more suitable, a black panther. I stole her soon after I ran away from Charley's. He was a good dad but I just couldn't stay there. Too many memories.
That was the first step, leaving Forks, the first step to erasing him from my mind. And it helped. Some.
The second step was changing my name. Not legally, I have no clue how to do that, but Izzy Sampson is who I introduce myself as now. I'm saving money to get identification and birth certificate that states my new name. You'd be surprised how much that stuff can cost.
The third step was changing my appearance. I've died my hair black with dark blue streaks that you really don't notice until I'm in the light and even then it's difficult to point them out. I also let my hair grow out; it's down past my butt now. And I actually wear make-up now, just enough to make myself look different. I wear some foundation which actually gives me skin a little color and a lot of mascara and eyeliner. I've bought eye contact lenses which make my eyes look mossy green. I don't go out in public without my scarlet red lipstick which I wear almost everyday and on the days I don't I wear some form of dark lip gloss to darken my baby pink lips. I don't dress nearly as modest as I did before but right now I'm in New Mexico and it if fucking hot here so if I wanna wear bootie shorts and a bra don't think I won't! Plus I have a tattoo now. I got one where my heart is if a red heart but the bottom left side is cracked a broken and there's red blood dripping from it.
The fourth step, find different distractions everyday. I work hard to not have any free time. Where ever I go the first thing I do is look for a job. Right now I'm bartending at this real shit-hole dump 10 minutes away but I don't mind at all. Also, I go home with a different guy almost every night once works over. They often try to pay me afterwards but I usually don't take it. Okay, I won't lie. I have taken the money on occasion but that's never my initial intention. During the day when I don't have to work I usually go find a library and read or go steal something from some store.
I pull into the poorly lade out parking lot of the crappy bar I work at. Tonight I'm wearing a denim mini skirt with a scarlet red spaghetti strap tank-top that matches my lipstick and shows off my tattoo and some comfy red flip-flops. I have my long hair pulled back in a messy pony tail.
I take a deep breath as I walk through the double doors of the bar. Baillie, my coworker, is already here and behind the bar fixing a margarita. She nods to me as I make my way to her.
"Hey, you're early." I say as I put my purse below the bar and lean against it. The bar is relatively empty other than a few men who're already drunk and will probably be getting even more hammered as the night progresses.
"Yeah I figured I'd get in some over-time what with Maggie leaving." Maggie is Baillie's ex girlfriend. Did I mention she's a lesbian? Well, now you know.
"So who're you holding up?" Baillie isn't good with rejection and I'm a little worried for her.
Baillie serves the man his margarita and brushed her glossy blonde hair behind her right ear.
"I'll live I guess." She sighs and I can't help feeling sorry for her and wishing I had Maggie's head on a silver platter.
"Listen, she doesn't deserve you." I put my arm around my only friend and keep speaking. "You're a great friend and an even better person in general. You'll find someone. Just give it time." It was hard saying the words but I got them out and I didn't even wince at the sudden pain I felt in my chest.
"Thanks Izzy. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Baillie turns to hug me and I return it. She smells like alcohol and coconut which is surprisingly appealing.
Baillie pulls back first and her hazel eyes still look sad.
One of the usual drunks orders a beer and I pull it out. As I'm taking the beer to his table I almost drop it tripping. I've gotten better with my clumsiness but I fear it may never go away completely. After I've put the beer on the table I turn to walk back behind the back the drunk grabs my skirt and I stop because if I keep moving he'll probably pull it down.
I turn my head to face him.
"The beers not the only thing I want." The man says and I first think of smacking him and walking away but I could use a distraction so I turn around completely and lean in real close to his pale face and giving him a perfect view of my boobs.
"You want me?" I ask and he nods eagerly. "Then come and get me." I turn and walk confidently to the parking lot. Baillie won't need my help for a little while.
Once outside I pin him against the wall, despite the fact that the man must be well over 7 feet tall, and attach his mouth with my own. He doesn't taste that bad and he might actually remember this in the morning. His incredibly hot hands have found their way up my shirt and are squeezing my breasts to the point it almost hurts causing a moan to escape me. His left hand suddenly leaves my shirt and goes down to my tiny skirt hitching it up and revealing my wet pussy. He breaks the kiss so he can see it and a grin plasters itself on his face. I spread my legs apart, still standing, and he moves his finger down there till he reaches my entrance and plunges deep into me.
It feels good but I want more.
I begin groping his hard erection through the thin fabric of his shorts and he starts to moan when I zip them down and push 'em to the floor. That's all he can take apparently because he pushes down his own boxers and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and her turns us around so I'm against the wall now. He forces me on his hard cock and pile drives me into the wall nonstop. The second he enters me I'm filled with incredibly heat. His thrusts are so rough and quick it hurts but the pain mixes with pleasure and I climax quickly cumming all over his thick dick. He doesn't stop though and I'm practically screaming.
My cunt is so sore and wet! I'm positive they can hear us banging against the wall and our screams and moan inside. I wonder what Baillie thinks.
After what feels like an eternity the man's penis all but explodes inside of me. We aren't moving, just breathing heavily against the wall. His dick's still in me and it feels weird being there but not trying to break the wall down with its rapid movements.
"How was that babe?" The man asks his voice horse.
"You are one hell of a fuck that's for sure." I reply in all honesty.
The man laughs deeply which cause strange and livid things to happen to the sensitive way we're intertwined and he starts to pile drive me again. His cock feels huge inside of me and not at all gentle.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucker! Fuck! " I'm screaming the words continuously at the top of my lungs as I get closer and closer to my climax.
The man is moaning loudly in my ear and his breath in my ear drives me crazy.
"I'm gonna cum!" I scream.
"Don't you dare Izzy! Damn it don't you fucking dare cum yet!" I'm surprised the man knows my name but can't really find it in me to care.
I try to hold it, honestly but it's hard when he's literally banging me into the wall like this!
I can't keep it in any longer and I cum all over him at the same time he cums too. His hot juices pour into me and I sigh.
Now the man lifts me up and puts me back down on the ground. My legs feel like jelly though and I almost fall over when he catches. The man sets me back on my feet and holds my elbow for a minute before I can stand by myself.
We get dressed in silence and don't say anything at all as we walk back into the bar. In the florescent lighting I really see the mans face and gasp. He is Quilete. Just like Jacob Black this man is definitely Quilete and definitely huge. I don't mean fat but the man's muscles are gigantic! No wonder it felt like he was trying to break my skull open during our lovely little sex fest.
I hide my shock as I walk behind the bar to join Baillie.
"So, how was it?" She asks smirking.
I knew they could hear us.
"Wonderful, thanks for asking." I smile pleasantly and she laughs a little.