A/N: Hello everyone, *waves* I'm Leslie and I like to thank you for deciding to click on this wild, sexy, suspenseful little tale and giving it a read! For those of you who are new readers, please read on! This is my first fanfic story, so please cut me some slack. My writing wasn't the best when I wrote this over two years ago. Also, I am aware that they are grammatical errors and other boo-boo's in several of these chapters. I didn't have a beta for this story until chapter sixteen. Though, I am sure those chapters could be double-checked and looked over again as well. Anyhow, this chapter is revised, is slightly shorter and different at the beginning than the original chapter one. It is also beta'd. Chapters two through fifteen, aren't. However, I plan on working on them very soon. Please bare with me! If you are a beta, like this story and are interested in helping me edit this hardcore, please message me. I do plan to make some changes to the story and re-post the entire story over again in a few short months. But, I won't take too much out or change too much, so no worries :)
Now, on with the warnings, please read closely! This story is VERY sexually explicit, has VERY strong language and the characters that you all are familiar with and love are very different from the Twilight books! Especially Bella. However, I do hope you enjoy them, grow to love them and the story as well! Also several chapters are very long! So if you aren't a fan of long winded chapters, I suggest you exit now. I don't want you too, but thought I would pass on fair warning. Again, this Bella and some of the other characters in this are very OOC! Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think. Be kind though :)
Disclaimer: Not mine but all things Twilight are SM's! However, characteristics and plot are mine. L.K. 2013
***Major thanks to Anna S. who beta'd this chapter for me. The beginning (revised part) however, is not fully beta'd.
Chapter 1: Reminiscing, Work Drama and the Voice
(BPOV)
Last night… I dreamt of him.
As I have every single night during the last seven years.
I dreamt about his deep green eyes that were behind thick-rimmed glasses and his messy bronze hair that was always soft to the touch.
I could stare at his handsome, smooth face and his full, kissable lips for hours on end.
God those lips of his!
I still remember how tender they were and how incredible they tasted.
I still remember the scent of his cologne and the aroma of the shampoo he had used.
I still remember the sound of his voice…velvety and warm.
God, he was undeniably beautiful and he had loved me deeply, more than I deserved.
Many of my dreams about him were blissful and perfect. I would sometimes dream of our lips tangling heatedly for the longest of time, until we were breathless and spent. I would sometimes dream of him whispering his deepest affections to me as we made slow, gentle love. Those dreams felt so real as if his warm skin had actually rubbed against mine and his fingertips actually left trails of fire all over my torso.
I would often dream about us being happy and crazy in love.
Then, the nightmares would surface and remind me that the dreams were simply that, just dreams and how everything I longed for and desired, would never be.
He is…gone. And always will be, except in my dreams; where he will forever remain alive. Someday he and I will be together again and will finally have our chance at forever.
Until then, I live my life one day at a time.
My body is present, yet my heart is elsewhere. It's wherever he is and belongs to him and only him…
For eternity.
***FE***
Home sweet home.
Well, it is for me.
Most people would be depressed after arriving back home to an empty place every single night. Not me, I'm accustomed to what life gave me.
The single life isn't so bad. I can come and go as I please and answer to no one but myself. Besides, there is someone special in my life.
He just isn't six foot two with a chiseled physique.
No, my special guy is furry and walks on all fours.
His name is PT and he is a gorgeous Maine Coon cat.
God, am I pathetic or what?
"Hey PT!" I greeted my supermodel of a cat after walking past the ajar door.
I gave him a full blown grin then carefully managed to flip up the light switch and slammed the door closed behind me. PT meowed in greeting and watched with curious eyes. His mouth was practically drooling as I sauntered my way through the medium size living area while kicking off my ballet flats. I laughed in amusement when catching PT's eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. The mouth watering aroma of General Tso was without a doubt, calling to him. PT then greeted me (rather I like to refer it to as, "kissing my ass") rubbing himself along my leg and purring repeatedly. I reveled over his beauty for a moment and admired his shiny, long multicolored fur that compliments his stunning golden eyes.
I seriously could get lost looking into my cat's fucking eyes, how ridiculous is that? I drew out a heavy sigh, carelessly tossed my tote bag on the sofa, and proceeded over to the kitchen to drop off the Chinese take out I picked up on the way home. PT trotted faithfully behind my feet just to make damn sure I haven't forgotten his presence. As if that was possible. Fucking cat clings to me like glue which was annoying and cute at the same time. PT's eyes were trained on the food and he meowed loudly, which translated to, "Are you going to feed me lady or what?" I narrowed my eyes at him then bent down, scooped him up and embraced him against my chest. My eyes then locked with his and I shook my head while I unsuccessfully tried to suppress laughter that ached to escape.
"No, this food is not for you boy. Do you have a death wish? You know better. But... I have the next best thing!"
I strolled over to the counter that was beside the refrigerator and opened one of the cabinets above. Then I pulled out a can of tuna and rice cat food which almost looked like human food. Suddenly PT hissed, making it no secret that he had no desire to eat what I'd chosen for him. Then I could have sworn that asshole shook his paw at me. I narrowed my eyes again and matched his laser beam glare.
"Hey now, be nice. I could throw you out into the streets and you can be some sickos dinner."
That shut him up. I chuckled remorsefully then nuzzled my nose against his silky, furry head.
"I'm sorry boy. Hmm, how about this... if you eat all your dinner, maybe just maybe you can have a bite of my fried rice, okay?"
An appreciative meow accompanied by a gentle purr and a lick on my chin was his response. Yes, my cat and I have a unique relationship, one that works for us. Gingerly I placed PT back on the floor, which by the way PT was Pop Tart for short. It was unbelievable that I payed out the ass for this beautiful, spoiled ass cat and I name him after a Goddamn breakfast food. For years my friends had never let me live it down. Alright, truth be told I named him after my all time favorite food on purpose. But in my defense I also did it for another reason. I purchased PT when he was just a kitten and even though I had bought him all the toys any kitten could possibly dream of, PT was happy and content playing with just a Pop Tart box.
God Bless Kellogg's. I even emailed them a thank you note and informed them about that their Pop Tarts are not only delicious but the box they come in makes a great home for a kitten. And I wonder why I never received a response still to this very day.
Jesus, I was a true nut job!
I laughed dryly and PT whipped his head up and gave me a look that read "I'm hungry lady give me my damn food." I served his royal highness his dinner then I set up mine and poured myself a glass of red wine. Afterwards I set up camp in the living room and situated myself on the floor right in front of the coffee table. All of a sudden, I yawned loudly and PT flinched from the surprising sound then meowed angrily.
"Sorry boy. Mommy is just tired." I apologized while pressing the TV button on the remote control.
I half watched the news while enjoying some damn good Chinese food. Then I mentally chastised myself for again being a lazy ass and going another night without cooking dinner. I used to cook a lot once upon a time. In fact I used to be passionate about it. I even applied at culinary school years ago because at the time I was absolutely positive I wanted to be a Chef. But then after my mother Renee passed away three years ago from ovarian cancer, it was then I decided to become an elementary school teacher. I did it in honor of her memory since she was one for many years. Besides the idea of being a teacher was always a backup plan of mine if the whole Chef thing didn't pan out. I don't regret the choice I made, ever.
I love what I do. I come home everyday feeling good about what I do because I made some difference in my student's lives. At least I hope so. Truthfully some days my job was beyond stressful because most of the kids didn't even put the effort that I know they could into their work. But it makes me all the more determined to assist them to the best of my ability. I love those kids like they're my own and I was proud of each and every one of them. Speaking of my students... I went to retrieve my tote bag off the couch then pulled it down and placed it beside me on the floor. My hand slowly extended inside and withdrew a stack of papers that were in need of grading, such as spelling tests and some book reports as well. All in a days work right? I pushed the plate of half eaten food to the side and set the papers before me on the coffee table. I took a long sip of my favorite red wine, savoring over its robust flavor and the buzz it was already giving me. My eyebrows pulled together and my lips pursed in concentration as I studied the first test longingly.
"Dammit Robby, you know this shit." I muttered, frustrated and reluctantly marked almost all of the paper in red ink.
I sighed sadly then cocked my head to the side and wondered what more can I do to get these kids motivated? Have I failed them in some way? I just don't understand. I give them plenty of time to study the words and even play games with them in class so that learning it would be fun and less stressful. I always do this with them during the week of the test, every single week. I stared at the paper in disbelief and tried to force the irritation out of my system. I hate to think this way but I blame some of the student's parents. According to my students many of their parents work two jobs in order to survive and won't even bother to sit down with their children and help them with their homework. Jesus, it was sad if you ask me.
I flipped the paper over then picked up the next one and a smile formed instantly on my lips. Ah Sarah, she was so predictable. In a good way, don't misunderstand me. She always aces each and every test. She was the best speller in the class and to be honest, one of the best students overall. The poor girl was constantly picked on because of it and didn't have many friends. I mean how fucked up was that? You do well in school and instead of being awarded you end up being the most unpopular.
Hastily I scribbled excellent job then added a smiley face and moved on to the next paper.
Wait a minute, this isn't a...
I started laughing just as my eyes examined the barely legible writing.
Dear Miss Swan,
I just wanted you to know you are the prettiest and bestest teacher out there. Please go easy on me.
I love you and will you consider marrying a boy that's however years younger?
Sincerely your favorite student, Trevor
Trevor White... that kid was wise beyond his years and quite the charmer which can get him out of some sticky situations. However, not this time. Though his love note was sweet I was also aware he was buttering me up because he probably did poorly on the test. I flipped the note over and his test was next in line. I scanned through it quickly and thoroughly.
Wait a minute why was he so worried?
The silly boy only missed two. Damn, he actually studied this time.
I drew a smiley face on the very top of the paper then wrote great job and also thanked him for the sweet note. I also apologized and gently filled him in that someone already had my heart. He didn't need to know that that someone was actually an animal. My eyes shifted over to PT and I cringed. He was inside the dining room cleaning himself near his privates. Oh shit, that was something I wish I hadn't witnessed. My nose scrunched in disgust and I shook my head then drew my attention back to the next paper. I was only able to read the first few lines when I was interrupted by unfamiliar music coming from my cell phone. I listened attentively and nearly growled over what I heard.
"It's raining men, hallelujah, it's raining men..."
Oh fucking Christ, did that bastard Danny put that as my ringtone? I will never leave him alone with my purse... ever again! I narrowed my eyes, my hand searching through my tote-bag for the singing contraption. I dug out my cell and quickly checked the caller ID and smiled when reading the name.
"Hey Jake," I greeted in a low and throaty voice.
"Hey baby, what ya up to?" A familiar husky voice replied back. I sighed wordlessly then took a heaping gulp of wine and contemplated for a brief moment.
Jacob Black.
What could I say about him? Well I have three words to describe him... Sex Machine God. Any woman on this entire planet would consider me the luckiest bitch alive that a man like Jake Black would give me the time of day. My plain, clumsy ass self. See, I grew up with Jake long before he had the delicious eight pack, glorious biceps and all around gorgeous frame. I witnessed Jake back in his awkward stage from the long hair, to the braces, and some acne. You know, the usual teenage boy stuff. Then in one summer, I kid you not, the boy just fucking grew. Next thing I know he's almost seven feet tall, has a beautiful clear face, short black hair and muscles so defined you could admire it for hours on end like he's a fucking exhibit at the art museum.
All right, I confess. I've admired those beautiful muscles on several occasions while he screwed my body into oblivion. Before hand we had tried the dating thing for a while only to revert back to the heated and incredible "friends with benefits" deal. We agreed to it one night while on the hood of his 'stang mind you, during frantic pants and wet kisses. Besides, another plus to Jake was that he's kind, sexy and charming. Basically, he was an incredible friend who also gave me pleasure whenever we had the chance to meet. Truthfully, I never thought in a million years I'd agree to such a thing. But the vibrator gets to be boring company after awhile. It doesn't moan or sweat or give you such mind-blowing kisses when you're this close to having an exhilarating orgasm. Thankfully, Jake had no reservations with our "agreement" because like me, he was not seeing anyone. I couldn't blame him, he had no problem playing the field and having some hot action with yours truly, pretty much any time he desired. The only reason I was not seeing anyone exclusively or had more of a dating life is because my time was limited.
Oh seriously Swan, that's such a crock of shit and you know it. It's because you're perfectly content with planting yourself on the couch nightly to watch your favorite TV shows, pet your cat and read a good book after grading papers.
Well I couldn't argue with that assessment.
"Bell?" Jake's husky and sultry voice broke me out of my train of thought.
"Um... what? Oh yeah I was just hanging here in front of the couch watching TV and grading some papers."
Jake released an exaggerated sigh followed by an obnoxious mock yawn. "Again? Bell seriously don't you just... I don't know, ever want to leave the fucking house? Go to a bar, a club or something? Get yourself out there."
I laughed cynically and twirled a strand of a loose lock that came free from my braid. "For what? Hook up with a guy for some wam, bam, thank you ma'am? No thanks I have that covered with you."
Jake laughed, "Mmm and don't you forget it chica. But for real Bells, I don't get it. I mean you're beautiful, sexy, bright... You're a teacher for God sakes."
"What does that have to do with anything?" I cut in a sharp voice.
I love Jake to death I do but I swear sometimes I just wanted to smack the shit out of that massive arm of his. He has been on me like a fucking hyena stalking its prey for months now, encouraging me to get out there and date so that I would meet my one true love. Seriously, for someone who wants to be the terminal bachelor for the rest of his damn life, he sure has a romantic side.
"It has to do with that you are too wonderful and amazing to just choose the single life. You keep letting opportunities pass you by you know."
I snorted obnoxiously then helped myself to a small bite of fried rice. "For your information, I am not alone Jake. I love my life just the way it is."
Jake laughed hysterically, "Yes the life every woman dreams of. Shacked up with a beautiful pussy and long nights of grading second graders homework."
The nerve of that gorgeous and mind blowing asshole.
"I teach fifth grade Jake and PT is great company. You don't know how sweet that pussy is."
Jake sighed dramatically then groaned lustfully, "Shit Bells, you don't realize what you fucking do to me with that sexy ass voice of yours."
I chuckled amusingly. I swear he was so fucking predictable but I would play along; I was bored. "Oh I know all too well what I do to you Jake. And what I do to your mouth, that sexy eight pack of yours and all the way down to your..."
"All right, I get it babe. Damn, I'm nearly hard already," Jake murmured lustfully.
Well shit... God dammit. Now all I wanted was that perfect fucking body of his on top of mine.
No Bella, not tonight. Tonight you are going to take some major R&R for yourself.
"So want to head on over?"
"What? Wait, don't tell me the twin meat heads actually gave you the place to yourself for the night," I teased then giggled and Jake laughed heartily over my crack towards his friends.
Jacob lives about a half an hour away over in La Push with his two best friends Embry and Quil. They were really cool guys but damn their IQ can be sometimes questionable and don't get me started on their maturity level.
"Yep. I'm free as a bird... well not yet anyhow. I'm hoping you would help me in that department. God Bells I can feel those sexy, sweet lips of yours wrapped around my hard dick as you shove it deep inside your warm mouth. Fuck." Jake growled in a feral manner and damn him I was aroused over the sound.
My left hand suddenly started having a mind of its own traveling south and found its way past my thigh. The shit that man did to me. No, no Bella, you still have papers to grade and it looks like it's going to be a clear and beautiful evening. A perfect night to relax out on the balcony and just unwind.
"Bells please I need you and want you so fucking bad. Come over... you know I will make it worth your while," Jake whispered using the most seductive voice and a shiver crawled over my spine.
Oh fuck me!
I moaned quietly as my fingers nearly met my entrance but then I stopped them from proceeding any further. No, no, no, Bella! Get a fucking grip, not tonight. Snap out of it. I shook my head and cleared the daze Jake Black nearly put me under then took another heaping gulp of wine. I gave myself a second to prepare my usual turn down speech, one that was so fool proof, he'll in turn forgive me as usual. Then thankfully another time I would have the opportunity to make it up to him. God I hoped it would be tomorrow or at least by the weekend. I was unsure how much more I could withstand without seeing his fine ass self. Suddenly to my own accord, images of Jake's beautiful, russet colored body appeared in the forefront of my mind. Oh God...
"Jake I can't... not tonight. Sorry. I still have some papers to grade then I'm going to call it an early night."
"No, no, no, baby. Don't pull that shit on me, please. Come on, you need it too, you need me, Bell. Let me lick every inch of that sweet body of yours until you can't take it anymore. You know you want me."
Oh Jesus, more than he could possibly imagine I wanted him so fucking bad right now. The sound of his voice alone and the things he promised to do to me was making my bud throb wonderfully. But I was beginning to feel really fatigued and may actually call it an early night after all. Also the more I think about Jake and I's unique relationship I wonder how much longer could we continue on having incredible, unadulterated sex without the emotions and everything else that a normal relationship entailed. As much as I vehemently deny it to all my friends, truth be told I wanted more than casual flirtations, great sex and sweet nothings whispered to me. I wanted a real and beautiful relationship. I wanted my Prince and the happily ever after.
"Jake I really shouldn't. Not tonight, okay? I'm tired and like I said, I have too much to do. So maybe we could meet up this weekend? Drinks and darts at the usual place?"
Jake released a sharp intake of breath and I swear my ears caught the sounds of him zipping up his pants. I snickered. Jesus that bastard was eager to play wasn't he?
Oh and like you weren't!
"All right fine, you win this time. But I will collect by the weekend and you will be all too eager to receive."
Oh for crying aloud he's fucking full of himself isn't he? Oh, who I am trying to kid? He was right, every damn word of it.
"It's a deal Jake, have a goodnight and don't strain yourself or go blind in the shower now." I joked and wondered if he caught on to my innuendo.
"Funny. Real cute Miss Swan. I can't wait to teach you a lesson next time I see you," Jake threatened playfully and again my body quivered over the sounds of his voice.
"Looking forward to it Mr. Black. I can't wait until you school me, I will be sure to take notes." I purred in the best seductive voice I could muster.
Oh Jesus Swan, what was that? School me, take notes, really? Wow.
Jake laughed in amusement and instantly I blushed, "Well I'll let you go. Are you sure you don't want me to head up there and... tuck you in?"
I groaned deeply and rolled my eyes hard. I almost mistakenly forgotten how relentless he can fucking be, which can be a turn on most times. But not tonight.
"Yes I'm sure Jacob Daniel, now goodnight."
"You did not just call me by my first and middle name."
"Um yeah, I believe that's what I did."
"Smart ass. A beautiful smart ass at that,"
I sighed irritably, "Jake, I'm hanging up now, I'll call you tomorrow night. Love you."
Jake breathed a disappointed sigh, "Love you more beautiful. Night."
Great, what did I just do? I chose grading papers, entertaining my cat and watching useless TV over amazing, fantastic sex? What was in this wine? My eyes narrowed at it critically, and then with a shrug of my shoulders I polished off the rest.
~~~~FE~~~~
"I'll be back PT!" I announced to PT and swiftly walked over to the balconies French double doors.
Naturally he meowed then he head butted my lower leg and his eyes pleaded with me. He knew exactly where I was headed. Fucking smart ass cat he was. Just as I unlocked the door, PT tried to shove his way past me, a clear indication that he was planning on joining as well. Some nights I allowed him to accompany me and he was all too eager to. But not tonight.
"I'm sorry PT, Mommy wants to go alone tonight. You can join me tomorrow if I don't have plans with that sex machine God Jake Black." I gave PT an apologetic look then I crouched down and stroked his lovely, shiny coat.
He swatted his paw in response and hissed icily. I sighed in defeat and remorse then gave him a sharp "I mean business" type of glare.
"Fine be an asshole, let's see if I feed you your favorite for breakfast tomorrow morning."
That brought him to attention and he backed away then sprinted over to the kitchen with his head hung down in rejection. Hurriedly, before PT decided to act all cat burglar on my ass, I made my way out brushing past the ajar doors and shut it securely behind. My mouth parted and a soft shaky breath freed as my feet hit the concrete in a gentle thud. Immediately all my senses kicked in as I relished over the sights and sounds coming from the streets below. Honestly this was my favorite spot out of my entire apartment. I truly enjoy unwinding out here while I literally clear my mind. Then I just relish the view of the breathtaking night sky while sitting comfortably on the cozy love seat which thankfully is in mint condition because of the awning that covers over.
Since this was my favorite spot of my place I decided to bring it some life. So I purchased a mini fountain which was placed proudly on the circular table across from the love seat. Then I purchased and set up a small herb garden which I check on and tend to daily. My lips automatically curved into a smile and I beamed over the progress the gardens made. It was looking more vibrant and beautiful by the day, not to mention it smells delectable.
"How are you all today? Hmm, looking good. Before long I will use you to make my father's kick ass lasagna. I'm ready to show him that I can wipe the floor with him with my cooking," I said to the garden then shook my head over talking to plants.
I had a goal and that was for my love of cooking to surface again so what better then to own an herb garden? I do cook every once in awhile but recently I didn't have the time or desire to make a beautiful meal just for my lonesome self. So most nights dinner was take-out, a bowl of cereal, pop tarts or a salad. Yes, a healthy diet I know. Be jealous. Lucky for me I have a trim figure which I bust my ass to maintain, with 3 or 4 days a week trips to the gym, which lately I have been slacking on. My ears perked up as the sounds of clear, gentle bells, entrancing me. My eyes trained on the small chime display that was placed on a round table next to the Adirondack chair. A gentle hum escaped my lips as I planted myself down in the love seat and drew my knees against my chest. Suddenly a light, cool breeze caressed my skin and I shivered automatically. Shit, why was it so cold all of a sudden? Duh Bella, I criticized myself as a light bulb signaled in my brain and reminded me of the afghan I kept inside the table drawer for nights like these. Quickly I opened the drawer and pulled out a multicolored soft blanket that my mother had made for me when I was a little girl.
Renee... She was a wild one at best and a big believer in living life to its fullest by seeking out any adventure she could find. She was simply an amazing, erratic, loving and adventurous woman. Many hobbies bored her so she was always trying something new. But the one activity she really enjoyed which was surprising, was sewing. I remember I used to find her knitting something or created some kind of article of clothing with any material you would give her. She was a master at her craft, I give her that. Mom... God I miss her so much. I guess that was another reason why I venture out here as often as possible. I swear I feel her presence more when I'm out here than any other time.
All of a sudden my father Charlie came to mind and I started to think about how deeply he misses her as well. Though Charlie was a man of a few words it didn't take a psychic to know and see how heartbroken he still was over her loss even years later. This world just seemed useless and empty without my Mother's free spirit. Hot tears sprang before my eyes and a deep ache made its presence known in my chest. I chewed on my bottom lip anxiously attempting to hold back the wetness but it was no use. Fat, scorching tears made their way past my lids, over my cheeks and past my chin and I didn't even bother to wipe them away. Sometimes I needed a good cry. It was therapeutic and it reminded me of what I have lost but have never forgotten. But at the same time it hurts so damn much every second of everyday.
"I miss you Mom, so much. I just don't know how to live without you some days," I whispered wistfully.
I sighed sorrowfully and came to the realization that no response would follow. Suddenly my back stiffened and the hairs behind my neck stood up.
Wait a minute, what was that?
I thought I heard and felt something. I held my breath when a sharp chill raced along my spine as a gentle caress brushed across my right shoulder. It felt like fingertips, cold fingertips... Slowly I turned my head looking for… what? I wasn't sure but something or someone else was out here, I could feel it. My heart started to thump erratically against my chest while queasiness filled my stomach. I gulped and tried to not make a sudden move or sound. If someone or thing was out here, I should fucking run, run like hell and not look back. The gentle howls coming from the passing wind caught me off guard and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Jesus Bella, paranoid much?
It was just the wind, the sounds of the night. I scoffed to myself then opened the small table drawer and pulled out the latest novel that I was reading. I've read this one so many times I had it all memorized by heart since it was my all time favorite story, Wuthering Heights. Ah, this was exactly what I needed, a distraction, to get lost in the world of Catherine and Heathcliff. If I did't distract myself I would just lose it beyond my control, which wouldn't be favorable given I haven't had a panic attack over Renee in a long time. Determinedly, I opened the book and my eyes eagerly read the first few lines of the latest chapter. Then involuntarily my mind wandered back to a time that would forever haunt my mind...
"Mom! Mom, what are you doing?" I demanded to Renee incredulously, watching in bewilderment while she attempted to climb out of the hospital bed.
She absolutely refused to be a victim of Cancer and instead chose to continue on with her life as if she wasn't about to die any given day. Even so, I had to yet again remind her that this wasn't the time for her antics. It was funny, most of my life I had played the role of the parent and Renee the child since she was the wild, free spirited one, while I was responsible and guarded.
"I'm getting out of bed Bella, what does it look like?" she chastised with a smirk across her translucent lips.
I gave her a long once over and sighed. I wanted to see what my Mother saw when she looked in the mirror, the beautiful, passionate woman that had the will to live life in any way she chose to. But instead what I perceived nearly knocked the breath right out of me. Her lovely face had become so deathly pale it made her nearly unrecognizable, the dark circles under her eyes which were so vivid and deep it was heartbreaking to look at. Her once shiny and flowing medium brown hair was no more, instead in its place was a stylish bandanna. Leave it to Renee to keep up with the style even when she was terminally ill.
"It looked like you lost your sanity Mom. You need to rest, come on." I insisted firmly and hastily crossing over to her bed side then gently but firmly pushed her back down on the mattress.
My mom's eyes narrowed into thin slits and a low growl escaped her lips, making it very clear she was less than thrilled with my actions.
"Bella, I am perfectly sane thank you very much. Now I need to go paint, I just thought of the most amazing idea and I have to work on it while it's hot, you know?" Renee's sour looking expression turned into a determined, excited one. She almost appeared child like, eager and giddy like she just won a new bicycle.
A sharp intake of breath escaped out of my mouth and I placed my hands firmly on my hips. "Renee, just where exactly are you going to paint this masterpiece of yours? We are in the hospital!"
Renee chuckled then rolled her once vibrant blue eyes, telling me through a glare that I was clueless and should have been aware of her top secret crazy ass plan.
"I know we are silly Bell, that's why I'm going to paint on the walls right here in the room. I was thinking of a mural, transforming the entire room to look like an ocean. What do you think? I can add some tropical fish, dolphins, whales, maybe a sunset and a…"
I gulped hard in attempt to prevent the tears that ached to spill. Why was this happening and to her of all people? She should be healthy, alive and free, not stuck in this god awful fucking place, wasting the rest of her life away. It's bullshit, utter complete bullshit. The worse thing about it all was, there was not a damn thing any of us could do about it. My lips curved into a deep frown and I planted myself down on the uncomfortable chair that was placed strategically next to her bed side. Then I gently took her hands in mine and focused deep into her excited yet worn eyes.
"Mom you can't do that here, okay? You are here to get treatment and to get some rest. Now if you want, we can go for a walk in the garden or see if there's a movie playing in the entertainment area or go by the..."
Renee shook her head angrily as wetness crept against her eyes, "I don't want to take another fucking walk in the garden Isabella or play bingo with the damn old people. I'm not... I don't belong here, I just…"
Her breath then caught. She turned her head in the other direction and I about lost it upon hearing a soft sob escape her throat. "I just want to go home Bella. Please take me home. Break me out of this God awful place."
"Mom... Mom look at me, I will do whatever, and the doctors will do whatever it takes. Then Charlie and I will take you home and we can paint as many murals as you want," I assured her in the best convincing voice and gave her an assuring smile that she didn't even see.
Fuck, why couldn't I be a better liar? Just this once, just this damn once? Renee's head shifted slowly and her eyes met mine again. Then she inhaled deeply and gave me a forced smile.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do Bell, I do. But you and I both know the next place I go, won't be home."
"Mom, please don't say that all right, please. The doctors said there's a chance that-"
Renee laughed bitterly, "Bella you believe that bullshit just as much as I believe that pigs can fly. We both know the inevitable here. I am dying and there's nothing, nothing at all any of us can do about it."
I sighed wordlessly, solemnly as my eyebrows knitted tightly together and I chewed on my upper lip to prevent the damn tears that ached to spill. I didn't know how much more of this I could take, to keep carrying strength for the both of us, when I was literally falling apart at the seams.
"Isabella, you don't have to be strong for me baby. I'm aware you're hurting and scared, I'm scared too," Renee whispered in a low, throaty tone. She squeezed my hand and firmly held her gaze on my face.
"But I am. I am scared," I blurted out without thinking it through. "I don't... want to lose you Mom, I can't. I don't know how to go on without you."
Renee shook her head in disbelief. Her lips then pursed and her face laced with concern and solemn, "Baby no, I won't hear any more of that talk you hear me? You are ten times the better person then I am and-"
"No, Mom, that's not true."
"Let me finish Bella," My mom intruded firmly and held up a hand to silence me.
I nodded numbly as she continued, "You will finish college, have a successful career, meet the man of your dreams, then marry and after travel the world together. Just... live your life to its fullest then after all that, settle down and have lots of babies."
"Mom, I don't think I can, not without you around and-" I protested feeling slightly foolish for saying such stupid shit but damn this was my Mom and there wasn't a world according to me where she doesn't exist.
"Bella are you listening to yourself? Baby you can't put your life on hold because of me, don't be foolish. In fact do this for me. Bella, promise me. Please, promise you will live and live beautifully. You will love, grow and laugh. Do whatever your heart desires, don't let anything or anyone stop you from getting what you want, promise me."
Renee's eyes were firm and pleading and I had no choice then but to comply. It's the least I could do for her, I knew at that very moment this was her dying wish and I would fulfill that for her no matter what.
"I promise Mom, promise." I vowed in a shaky, quiet tone and Renee embraced me gently in response, and involuntarily hot, aching tears spilled all over the front of her gown.
We cried in each other's embrace for a long time. Afterwards, I made sure to retrieve her sketch book and knitting supplies from her house then brought it back to the hospital so she could get to work on her creations. Several days later she passed away. Gone way too soon, sooner then what the doctors had predicted. It was as if she discovered peace from my promise and decided to let herself go. My flashback faded and I was brought back to the present and I startled myself as my gut wrenching sobs seemed to echo throughout the small space. I buried my face in my hands then I relented and granted the tears to cascade past my cheeks.
"It's alright Bella, shhh. Don't cry love," a gentle, velvety voice whispered against my ear.
What. The. Hell! Who said that? God I must be hearing things yet again. How much did I drink?
"Bella," the beautiful wind chime sounding voice murmured into my hair.
I whirled around and a gasp got stuck in my throat but a sigh of relief released when discovering there was no one there. Suddenly, a light gust of wind caressed my hair and automatically goose bumps emerged out of my skin. It's just the wind Bella, chill! The hairs on the back of my neck raised again, when what felt like fingers, touched some stands of my hair and glided down the side of my neck. I jumped then squealed in alarm and nearly fell out of my seat in the process. My heartbeat then raced thunderously against my ribs and shivers crawled over my spine as my conscience warned that I may not be alone.
"Who's there? Um... hello? Hey, what are you trying to pull?" I demanded in a ridiculous version of a threatening voice that sounded like a squeaky little mouse.
Yeah, smooth one Swan.
The noise from the streets below only responded and a chuckle escaped my lips. Okay, I think it was time to head back inside. But just to be on the safe side maybe I should take a look around. Slowly, I rose off the chair then circled the small space like a god damn moron looking for, well I was unsure but seconds later I was relieved to find nothing. I mean, what was I expecting to find, an animal, someone? If someone was here I'd be able to see them enter for sure.
Again you're a paranoid nutcase Bella, get back to reading and relaxing will you?
Right, sounds like a plan. I'll read just for a few minutes then head back inside and go straight to bed. Once my body was curled up and relaxed on the chair once more and book in my hands, my eyes scanned the lines from where I last left off. But all of a sudden my mind began to wander once again and thoughts of him. Itmade my heart nearly crumble. No matter how hard I had tried over the years to move on, the pain never really went away. If anything it seemed to keep following me, some days more than others. It's been years Bella, many years and you are finally in a good place. Don't let the pain invade your life again. Right, I've moved on...
Suddenly my lids drooped heavily and I jerked, trying to keep my body awake. Then a loud, deep yawn escaped my mouth and I shook my head hoping it would prevent the sleep that wanted to consume me. A minute or so passed and I made it through the first page… at least I think I did. A wave of unconsciousness invaded my being, taking me to a wave of blissful slumber. And then like most nights, I dreamt of his face and his vividly beautiful eyes.
~~~~FE~~~~
"Mmm, Jake." I purred in a seductive tone upon feeling a hot and rough like tongue caress my chin gingerly.
My lips curled into a satisfactory, aroused smile, reveling over the feel of the wetness and the warmth that was making my girly parts alight with fire. My eyes forcefully fluttered open but I squeezed it back shut with all my might, to give myself at least five more minutes. But the licking kept continuing and leaving me to become heavily annoyed.
"Jake, stop! Just wait, five more…"
"Meowwwww, purr..."
Wait, what the... Oh good grief, I was almost aroused from the feel of a cats tongue. Perfect. My eyes fluttered open again and they trained on PT who was curled up against my neck with his thick fur nearly inside my mouth. I coughed irritably then scooted away so that PT could take the Goddamn hint and move. PT's eyes locked on mine, giving me a stare down, a disapproving glare that read "hey lady, cat trying to rest here." I matched his stare while scrunching my face in deep contemplation. Wait a minute, my eyes shifted and surveyed the room. The sun is shining in brightly through the drawn curtains, inside… my room? I'm in my room. Wait a fucking minute. I could have sworn that last night I was out on the balcony, remembering Renee, reading Wuthering Heights, and then falling asleep. I'm positive I fell asleep out there. Have I lost my god damn mind? How in the hell did I get back in my bedroom? My eyes landed on PT and I groaned in disgust over his ass that practically pressed right under my nose.
"Oh boy, come on now, you know Mommy hates that shit, you pervert you. Now can you answer me something?"
PT turned around and scooted himself down so that he could lay gently against my chest and his face directed towards me.
"How did mommy get back here last night? I was out on the balcony I know it, how did I..."
PT just shrugged while giving me a glare that translated, "Lady I don't fucking know how you got back up here why are you asking me anyway? I'm just a damn cat."
Oh Christ sakes I really, truly need to get a life, its official, my marbles are almost gone.
I exhaled heavily while running a hand through my birds nest of a hair, "Thanks for your help there shithead."
PT yowled in response followed by a head butt that hurt like a bitch. Fucking furball.
"Owww PT, shit!" I hissed through clenched teeth, soothing my wounded collarbone with my hand. Jumping off the bed, he sauntered off towards the kitchen with, I kid you not, a fucking smirk.
Sure, yeah, after he fucking abuses my ass, he still expects me to feed him, little shit. I sighed angrily while slowly sitting halfway up, stretching my arms up high in the air. My body unexpectedly tensed and my heart nearly leaped to the middle of my throat.
What's that smell?
Did I buy new perfume during my sleepwalk last night? I mean, that's the only conclusion I'm drawing to. And how did I get back in my apartment last night when I fell asleep out on the balcony? My racing thoughts ceased for a moment, allowing me to focus on the scent. It was on my hair and also on my wrist. Anxiously, I grabbed a few strands of my brown locks and began to inspect it. I brought the hair to my nose and inhaled.
That's not the smell of my shampoo. I know the smell of what I use on my hair. I detected traces of it but there's also another scent… A hint of sandalwood, perhaps? With lavender and vanilla. It's sweet though, sinfully sweet. The kind of aroma you would kill to buy a bottle of if it was sold anywhere. I must be imagining things, because there's no reason I should smell like this. Like a mad woman on a mission, I bolted out of the bed and to my surprise didn't even fucking trip over myself while heading over to the dresser. My eyes checked out my small collection of perfume bottles.
I laughed while opening bottle after bottle trying to find if any of them are the scent that's clinging to my hair and collarbone like a second skin. Nope, just as I thought. None of them. Shit, then where is this smell from? I'm sure I haven't lost it, my nose is without a doubt inhaling the most head spinning scent I've ever come across in my life. Now that I think about it, wait, oh shit. My breath caught in my throat upon the realization that the aroma is lingering all over my room. That has to mean it's from someone and more so, they were here not too long ago. But there's no way anyone could have gotten inside my place, my windows are like Fort fucking Knox. Okay not really but they're old, pain in the ass windows that any robber wouldn't attempt to open. Besides what robber in their right mind would want to go through the trouble of trying to break in a fourth floor apartment? Then again, my balcony is somewhat easily accessible because there's a tree just across from it...
Oh, come on seriously, what robber smells this fucking amazing?
My thoughts again ceased and I groaned irritably when my eyes trained on the digital clock on the night stand. Shit, shit, fuck me! No! I'm going to be so late for class, dammit! Ugh, I must have slept through the alarm on my cell phone. My cell, oh crap, it's out in the living room. No wonder I didn't... oh dammit Bella way to fucking go. I didn't give it another thought as I hastily moved wildly, like a fucking hurricane barreling around my place. First stop was to feed PT. With the furball satisfied, I took a quick shower, got dressed, applyed some makeup and gathered my things together. Minutes later I said goodbye to PT and hurried out the door while hoping I'd arrive to school only a minute late. Then my mind started to ramble once more, thinking about the mystery of how I returned to my room last night and why I can't remember a damn thing about it. And more importantly what's that enticing aroma? So far I had two theories; either I completely lost my mind or someone really was at my apartment. The question is though, who or what?
And would I ever find out?
~~~~FE~~~~
"Have a good weekend Carlos. Don't forget to read the latest chapter of the Lightning Thief," I reminded Carlos Montoya while he walked out of my classroom with his Mother leading the way.
Carlos nodded in response and his Mother assured that he would have the chapter read and wished me a nice weekend as well. Oh they have no idea how I intend to have a great one. Just kick back, tend to my herb garden, play with PT, maybe catch a movie or rent one and possibly get some shopping done. A smile creased upon my lips while I finished gathering my belongings then stuffing them all inside my trusty tote. After bolted out of my chair and making a mad dash straight for the door.
Just a few more steps and freedom Bella, freedom for two glorious days.
Jesus I make it sound like this was a treacherous job. No, the job is anything but. I truly love those kids like my own but sometimes you have to separate the two. Some days I find myself wanting to play video games or talk to Angela about how hot that Justin Bieber guy is. Yeah, not a good thing, not at all.
"Knock, knock!" A familiar boyish like voice greeted.
I cringed immediately over the nauseating sound, refusing to look up to who I was about to face. But dammit there's no choice. Crap. I was so close to leaving this place I could taste it. Son of a bitch. My head lifted up and my eyes met Mike Newton's eager baby blues. He smiled at me broadly, his face displaying a cocky and mischievous expression.
"Happy TGIF Bella!" He cheered in a loud obnoxious tone.
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to roll my eyes and flash him a fake, courteous smile. I am still on school grounds after all. Can't dodge away from him and ignore him like he's the goddamn plague.
"Same to you Mike," I responded with such lack of enthusiasm that Mike obviously missed it, only continuing to flash that stupid, cheesy ass grin of his.
He then unabashedly checked out the girls that were slightly peeking out of my top. His pervy eyes scanned the length of my exposed slim legs and held their gaze between my thighs. I swear to fucking God he's so lucky I haven't yanked his eyeballs right out of their sockets, more like cut his balls off and hang them on display in the teachers' lounge. That would be a sight to see. I held back the enormous laughter that itched to escape over my twisted fantasies. Mike continued to ogle me intently much to my annoyance and I saw that as my cue to make a run for it. Hesitantly, I walked over to where he was standing at the doorway then flashed him a obvious fake smile.
"Well, have a good weekend Mike," I stated cordially while praying to the Angels above that he would get the fucking hint that I wasn't in the mood for chit chat and I was ready to leave and call it a day.
Of course, the cards aren't usually on my side. Mike maneuvered himself right in front of me, blocking my way. He gave me a cocky grin. His way of appearing sexy I guess but it honestly looked more like he had to go take a leak or something. My God, he truly still doesn't get it. Even after all these years of relentlessly trying to pursue me through high school and getting nowhere, he still won't give up. Christ, he's like one of those rashes that will never fade. No matter how many times you put ointment on it, it keeps coming back.
The insane thing about it all was he purposely moved to Port Angeles when he heard that I moved here to attend college. No lie. He decided to attend the same school as well and then surprise, surprise, he studied Elementary Phys ED to become a PE coach. How fucking predictable. No… more like psychotic.
The dude has been stalking you for years Bella, always waiting for you in the wings and you have always been too fucking nice to put a stop to it.
I sighed irritably while throwing Mike a mock friendly glare but deep down struggling from dry heaving right on his Nike sneakers. The pompous smile was still planted on his lips and the ridiculous look on his face, his poor attempt of appearing seductive, just made me want to laugh hysterically. He just doesn't have a clue, none at all. Someone really needs to spell it out for him that he has no idea how to attract the women or play the game. I wonder if he's still a virgin…
Bella, you know he's not. He was rumored to have screwed Jessica Stanley quite a few times in high school remember? Well that could have been a freaking lie for all we know. Oh why am I thinking about this shit? Just get past him Bella.
"Um, hey Mike, will you excuse me?" I asked in the most polite tone possible while attempting to brush past him.
Mike's blue eyes locked heavily on mine. He leaned his face in close, too fuckin' close for comfort, as his nose nearly brushed mine. I took a step back in an ill attempt to escape, only to find myself smacking hard against the door frame.
Damn him.
"Of course Miss Swan but first, answer me something," Mike said in a poor excuse of a sultry voice.
My eyes narrowed as I cocked my head to the side, "Do I have a choice?"
Mike burst into full blown laughter, the sounds of it alone so annoying it practically pierced my eardrums. Obnoxious asshole. I'll give him something to laugh about, more like cry over. Just as my mind nearly wandered into fantasies over how I would kick Mike Newton's pansy ass, his lips moved.
"Always so funny Miss Swan. So tell me, have any plans for the evening?"
I opened my mouth to stop him right there, knowing damn well where he was going with this but he interrupted, babbling on.
"I was thinking a dinner at The Grill, my treat of course. Then maybe some dessert, go out for drinks after, catch a movie…"
I let out a sharp intake of breath and tuned his ass out, pretending to listen and give a fuck, which of course I sure as hell didn't. Surprisingly, some part of me felt like utter shit for treating Mike this way all these years. Although, I have let him down gently enough countless times that any normal person would have taken the hint. But not this persistent bastard, no, obviously he's just a fucking glutton for punishment.
"So what do you say, huh Swan? How about it? You and me and…," Mike's annoying ass voice broke me out of my mile a minute thoughts.
Shit, didn't I just tune his ass out? My teeth then grazed upon my bottom lip and I nearly let out a growl in reaction to Mike eye fucking my mouth. God I'm so thankful I can't read people's minds, especially right this very moment. I can only imagine what atrocious, disgusting things he was thinking about my mouth, what he wanted to do with it and what he wanted my mouth to do to him and-
Enough Bella, shut the hell up and say something!
My eyes flickered away while my voice escaped my throat, using the best apologetic tone I could manage.
"Yeah, Um, Mike, I'm really sorry but tonight's no good. I have a date." Mike's eyes widened immediately in reaction, so fucking wide you think some cop just tazered his stupid ass.
He took a step back, freeing me to dodge right past him. My legs moved as fast as they could making their way to the stairwell.
A few more steps till freedom Bells, come on move your ass!
I held my breath while silently praying that for once Karma was on my side and that the bloody bastard finally took the hint that for years I haven't shown the slightest bit of interest in him past friendship.
Please, Oh God please.
Then my ears unfortunately caught his footsteps approaching directly behind.
Oh shit, he's practically right on top of me! Dammit Bella, just keep moving!
And so I did, walking to the stairway and racing down the steps as fast as humanly possible. But then my feet ceased their movement upon hearing,
"A date with who?"
I growled lowly through clenched teeth, my eyes narrowing into thin slits and my hands balled into tight fists. After drawing out a long, deep breath trying to remain calm but almost near impossible as the blood within was boiling rapidly. Carefully I whirled halfway around to face Mike, hopefully making it clear through my body language that I have every damn intention of leaving him and this damn school and there is not a damn thing he or anyone can do about it.
"With someone," I finally replied trying to hide the smirk that itched to crease my mouth, overseeing the sheer agitated look laced on Mike's face. Good that's what you get, you pain in my fucking ass.
"Someone who?" Mike pressed, taking a step closer to bridge the very small gap between us.
Jesus he's nearly on top of me yet again. Didn't his Mother ever teach him about giving people their personal space? Apparently not along with many other things. I slowly climbed a step down, clearly telling him through actions that what he was doing was just not appropriate and he needed to back the fuck up. I gave him a stern glare as well with flashing and unrelenting eyes. Why did I even bother? The schmuck remained appearing confused, looking like a lost puppy. Maybe I should throw him a bone or a treat…
I sighed deeply then muttered sharply, "None yah."
Mike's eyebrows furrowed deeply. Deep contemplation masked his unattractive features like he was trying to solve the world's hardest and greatest Math problem. I don't know how much more of this shit I could stand before I fucking explode.
Calm yourself, Bella!
"None yah? Um, do I know him? That's an unusual name. What's his last name?"
Was he shitting me? How fucking idiotic can one person be? All right, that's it, no more being nice Bella Swan here. Time to pull out the big guns, roll up the sleeves. Enough is enough.
"Yeah that's it. None yah is his name. None yah business Mike, that's who, okay? Now if you'll excuse me," I gave him one final glare then turned around quickly before seeing his latest expression and made my way down the steps again. Well, one at least before a warm, sweaty hand clasped around my wrist. It jerked on my skin roughly till I was forced to face its owner. That bastard! Who did he think he was, touching me like that? I ought to report his ass to the school.
"That wasn't very nice Miss Swan. All you had to do was be a good girl and tell me his name or tell me go to fly a fuckin' kite. Why are you such a cock teasing cunt, bitch?" Mike hissed in an icy edged tone against my face.
Damn, hasn't this asshole ever heard of a breath mint? Mouthwash? Toothpaste? And where did he get balls all of a sudden? In all the years I've known Mike Newton I never recall hearing him speak to anyone that way or be that crass. Well not to their face anyhow with the exception of… No, can't think about him, not right now, not this moment. Back to the topic at hand. Where the hell did Mike get off calling me a cock tease? Is he delusional?
Oh, you have to ask! And why the hell are you just standing there and taking this shit from him? Do something Swan.
I flashed him a sharp glare, clenching my teeth.
"Let fuckin' go of me Mike, now!" I hissed, matching his stance.
"Or what, I'll be sorry? Are you kidding me? I could take you right here right now easily. Just press you up against that wall and fuck that tight cunt of yours and then your sweet ass." Mike then licked his lips hungrily. His face and eyes expressing pure lust along with a tinge of anger.
Oh so he's one of those? He likes the "lets fight like raging lunatics then have sex after like nothing ever happened". What a fucking psychotic asswipe. If he thinks I'm that kind of woman then he really hasn't seen anything yet. Not to mention we are still on school grounds here and I'm getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute having this inappropriate discussion. It's a good thing all the children are gone for the day but still this isn't the place to do this.
"Yeah, you just keep having those delusional fantasies while you fuck your blow up doll!" I sneered vehemently under my breath feeling proud of myself for sticking it to him.
That ought to shut him up right? His eyes widened slightly and it gave me yet again just enough time to loosen his grasp and almost did until his body collided hard with mine. I gasped, wincing when my head connected against the concrete wall. Shit, what the hell brought this on? He has some serious anger issues.
Did you ever stop to think you're the cause of that Bella? Maybe all those times you constantly turned him down finally caught up and now he's snapped.
Shit, now's the time to recall what I learned in those defense classes that Angela made me take over the summer before I went off to college… Dammit, I didn't really pay attention! Well I did somewhat but my eyes were only trained on the instructors biceps and ass. God what a nice, tight ass he had, it was one of those you want to lick and kiss all day and night and into next week…
Bella, focus! Think! But I didn't have a chance to because Mike's nasty halitosis breath was wavering over my skin. I cringed maneuvering my face away from his but his hand cupped my chin in a death like grip pulling it over to meet his so my brown orbs could look into his cold menacing blue eyes.
"Again Miss Swan, that wasn't very nice. Didn't your mother teach you any manners? I ought to teach you a lesson, a hard lesson. It's about over due, don't you think?" Mike questioned conversationally, his tone so dark it made a cold shiver crawl down my spine.
Before I could reply or try to fight him off, his lips connected with my neck, planting sloppy wet kisses that trailed down to my collarbone. Then his hand slid up and underneath my blouse landing on my right bra clad breast and roughly grabbed the tender skin with his stubby ass fingers.
No, no! Not this, anything but this!
"Mike, this is your last warning. I mean it! Get the hell off me, right now!" I yelled in a hard, icy tone as I struggled to break free of his heavy pin.
Damn, from medium built in high school to this? I didn't realize how much in shape he had gotten over the years. He was stronger then I had imagined.
Well, no shit Sherlock, he's a fuckin' Gym Teacher after all.
"Oh Isabelly, don't fight it baby. I promise you won't be disappointed. Hell, you may even enjoy it. I take you as the kind of woman who loves it rough and hard," Mike purred against my chin as he inched his lips over to mine.
Oh God, I'm going to need a long, hot shower after this shit to wash off the filth, the scum, the grime that is known as Mike fucking Newton. I exhaled sharply then focused my eyes on his giving a mock seductive glare while licking my lips for dramatic effect and inching them closer to his.
"Oh you're so right there you big man you. I do love it rough, hard, and wet," I began in a fake sexy tone while discreetly lifting my knee up very carefully ready to aim it at his fucking precious family jewels but then a loud cough echoed throughout the stairwell ceased our movements.
At the same time Mike and I both looked over to face Mr. Davey, the Assistant Principal of the school. Standing underneath the entry way he descended the steps slowly, a confused yet slightly amused glare etched on his face. Mike immediately removed himself off me like he had been struck by lightning. He straightened himself up and casually climbed up the steps to meet Mr. Davey. I let out a frustrated yet relieved sigh quickly straightening myself as well then mentally cussing internally over my cheeks flaring up. My eyes trained intently on Mike and Mr. Davey as they met and I wanted to vomit all over that pansy ass Newton when he flashed his stupid all American grin, his innocent persona back in full mode. Dammit, and I was oh so close to nailing his nuts!
"Good afternoon Mr. Newton, Miss Swan. I didn't mean to intrude on your um… discussion," Mr. Davey threw a weary look over in my direction, a questioning look in his eyes. I desperately wanted to shout out what Mike attempted to do to me but the words wouldn't escape past my throat.
God damn you Swan, you fuckin' wimp, spill it.
"Good afternoon Nathan, how are you? Glad its Friday I'm sure, huh? Going hiking this weekend with the family or…," Mike trailed off attempting to appear casual and collective. However, it clearly didn't work as Mr. Davey's eyes indicated he wasn't buying it.
He focused on Mike after giving me one last longing glance, and then replied, "Yes, sure relieved it is Friday. No hiking this weekend, have parties to attend to. How about you Mr. Newton, Miss Swan? Any plans?"
Mike cleared his throat and I swallowed hard while shuffling my feet uncomfortably, trying to conjure up something but again my mouth didn't want to fucking function. What the hell?
"Well actually sir, Miss Swan and I were discussing maybe meeting with some friends for dinner then going karaoking. Care to join us?"
I snorted through gritted teeth then coughed lightly to cover myself up, flashing an awkward smile over at Mr. Davey. He had to have seen something right? Maybe not… If he did wouldn't he have called us up on it? Sent us to his office, find out the story? Maybe then…
No, no maybe's Bella you should say something like now. Tell him what that jack ass tried to do to you, tell him!
"No thanks Mr. Newton but you kids enjoy yourselves." Mr. Davey politely lowered his eyes and met mine again, a brow raised.
"Everything all right Miss Swan? How was your week? I know you have been having problems with one of your students."
"Yes. Um, Luke Bishop, sir. I had a parent teacher conference with his Mother and addressed all the issues. She will handle it accordingly with her son at home. So far so good though, his behavior has improved," I responded in a soft monotone.
Mr. Davey nodded. "Good, I'm pleased that's been taken care of and with good results. Let me know though if you have any other concerns. Well then, enjoy your evening."
He brushed past Mike and I, purposely descending down the steps tentatively. Suddenly he stopped, glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with mine, then over to Mike.
"The janitor is locking things up for the day, so I suggest you wrap things up." He shot me one last glare as if to tell me silently 'if you have anything to tell me, speak your peace now'.
Dammit! My lips once again were tightly bound. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Well, see you both Monday morning," he said withdrawing a soft sigh and went on his way.
Not before Mike wished him a good weekend in his brown nosing manner. After the door shut at the bottom of the stairs Mike instantly headed over in my direction. My eyes flashed at him furiously delivering a very obvious warning to stay where he was and don't come any fucking closer. Of course he didn't and he yet again invaded my personal space. This time I didn't move. Instead I just kept my eyes trained on his, wanting to finish what I was about to only seconds ago.
"Wow, I'm surprised you didn't tell the melon head what just went on. Then again it's obvious you didn't because you enjoyed every minute of it. The little slut you are."
My free hand clenched into a firm fist once more and then my mouth drew out a sharp intake of breath.
"Yeah you're right Mike. I enjoyed every minute of it. Just like I'm going to enjoy this," My words trailed away while throwing him a mock seductive look showing him with my eyes that I wanted him.
Eww!
His eyes twinkled and his tongue swept across his lips, hungrily looking like the disgusting, low life piece of shit he is. Oh I was so going to enjoy this but I would pay for it later.
It's now or never Bella.
In one swift rapid movement, my arm flung up and I watched in anticipation making sure my fist remained tightly clenched. I squeezed my lids shut and the next thing I felt was my fist connecting with his right cheek. I flinched upon the piercing cracking sound it made. My eyes flung open instantly upon hearing his exclamation of pain.
"What the?! Ohhhh fuck! God damn you, owww, fuckin' bitch!"
Mike's body was swaying side to side, mirroring a drunk hobo. He fell over, slumping hard against the step landing right on his ass. My lips curved into a satisfactory smile and then a realization struck.
Pain.
A burning, throbbing pain all over my hand that shot straight all through my limbs. Oh shit that hurts! I may have seriously bruised my hand. Is it broken?
Screw that for now Bella, just high tail it the hell out of there while you can!
My feet started to move but I had to steal a glance at Mike's agony one last time. His body was doubled over, curled into a ball and his voice groaned agonizingly while cradling his right cheek with his left hand. From the looks of it I barely grazed him. Fucking baby. I should take a picture, post it on Facebook or MySpace, show the whole world how Mike Newton was knocked on his ass by a woman. By Bella Swan of all people.
Yeah, yeah, way to go you, you can celebrate later.
Hurriedly, I climbed down the steps again and ceased in place when a voice murmured inside my left ear, "Move Bella and keep going."
Huh? That voice…its him! I'm sure of it, just like the one I heard last night. The same melodic and velvety timbre. The kind of voice that makes you nearly moisten your panties. I stole a peek behind my right shoulder but I found Mike still nursing his wound while scrambling to get up. Then his eyes met mine.
Oh shit!
"Bella leave! Go, now!" The voice warned.
I didn't have time to find out who or what that voice belonged to or where it was coming from. Instead, I wisely decided to race down the stairs not stopping until I was safely inside my car. I pulled my keys out of my pocket with trembling hands and unlocked the door, hurrying inside. After closing the door and starting the ignition I chanced a peek to see if Mike was by the window side or on his way to my vehicle. But he wasn't. He was in fact nowhere in sight.
Weird.
I figure he'd want to chase me after what I did to him. So what? Why do I even give a shit? Bella, just leave now! Without a backward glance I drove out of the school parking lot like a mad woman grateful for the escape but pondering where that voice came from. It seemed so physically real, like he was right there with me and not inside my mind.
Who was it? Why would they warn me? Try to save me? Oh Jesus, I'm delusional! That's it, I'm finally losing it. I decided to brush all my thoughts aside and no longer give all that just happened another thought. Instead I focused on driving home and considered giving Jake a call. Taking him up on his offer for a night out is just what I need.
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