Summary: What's life without your family because they don't believe in the decisions you've made even if it was the right thing to do for yourself. i now the answer to that. Because my parents didn't care about my own happens, only about their image to the rest of those rich sobs. But what if in the end I found everything I could've of ever dream off? Was it worth the risk to lose my family but gain love in return?
Stephanie Meyer owns all besides the plot, that's mine.
Everyone's Human (E/B)
Worth The Risk.
BPOV
Chapter One
Leaving it all behind
I didn't have anywhere else to go. I left my parent's house a little over an hour go, more maybe? And you know when you think, how did my life get here? What did I do to deserve this? Well the answer to the second question is absolutely nothing! At all! And to the first ... I wouldn't know where to begin. I guess I should explain a few things first or this could get really confusing. Well I'm going to start with the basics. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but I prefer being called Bella. Isabella just sounds too formal, and that is definitely not me. I love to read, it's a very big passion of mine. I mostly enjoy the classics. Such as Romeo and Juliet and Wreathing Heights, I enjoy modern reading as well though I'm a sucker for a good romance novel. I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. When I was in my earlier teenage years I would always dream of finding true love and marring the man of my dreams. But that's all it ever was dreams, because life's not a dream. That's all I would ever do was just dream.
Music is also another passion of mine. I don't listen to music, people would at my age. I'm more fan of classical music than anything else such as, Debussy. Sometimes I wish I was talent enough to play it on the piano. My best friend Mary Alice Brandon, She prefers Alice though. Alice isn't like ever one else I've ever meet. She's not crazy or anything. Just that she can sort-a guess the future. Not hell full on just knows if it's going to rain or when something simple will happen. Nothing major, but that's Alice and I love her for it, and it is pretty cool, I wouldn't know I could live through my parents if I didn't have Alice, I'll go nuts. Okay then there is my parents. Oh boy this is going take a while, my mother Renée Swan and my father Charles Swan, but he gets called Charlie when no one 'important' is around. My family is very well of. Well that's putting it lightly, were loaded. My Father owns his own company, Swan Inc. It's a very successful bushiness and well known through-out the USA and even Canada, I would always love to visit Canada. To get away from this life and just, live. Then there is my Mother, her Dad (My Grandfather, who I love very much.) was in the same sort of business as my father. So she understands when my dad has to leave for company meetings, that sometimes up until two weeks at a time and it hurts. But I understood that's how it was and I've accepted it. And with my parents being somebody, they're not so they can live up to the 'important' people's standards just to earn some extra money, and look good, but that's life... for me anyway. Sometimes I just wish to live in a normal family who aren't made of money and money's not their constant thought, living in a normal size home, with just what we need and not everything a person could ever want and more. Its sick really, most of them only care about who the best looks and who's a better of an ass kisser. Even if it means basically deciding away your loved one's future so your family gets further on the social status.
I'm an only child so it was pretty boring growing up as a child when my father was away on trips, which was more times than I would like to count. When he was home he would always find the time to keep me entertained. But when he left I tried to get my mother to play but she wasn't really that type of mum. Don't get me wrong I know she loved me but she just wasn't that type. I learnt to accept it over the years and found over things to do. When I grew older that's how I found my passion for reading and music.
Okay so now you get the gist of my life, so that I guess brings us to why I'm here. I'm standing in front of a new club that's opened up in town, Eclipse. It's really pack tonight. I don't know what made me, go up to the entrance. It felt like I was just, meant to be here. There was a huge line that was filled with people waiting to get in, with a red rope all around. I walked up to bouncer, and he gave me a lot over and opened up the rope."In you go, we need for pretty girls like you to fill up this joint." So if you're ugly you can't get in. Isn't great what society has turned into, I thought with heavy sarcasm. He didn't even ask for ID. Which is good since I'm still 19, can't wait until I'm 21.
I walked into the club moving thorough heaps of people to get a sit. On my right there's a girl who looked like she caked up way to much make-up and a dress that's just screams 'I'm an easy whore who will bang anything with a pulse', and no one on my left, which is surprising since this place is packed. I told the bartender my order which was tequila shots; because I need to take my mind off, what a huge of a mess I left back at home. I've already done two shot's when I hear what sounds like an angles voice. I think I've had a little bit too much to drink.
"What's a beautiful girl like you doing alone on a Friday night?" The angle asked who sat down next me on my left, who probably thinks some sweet talking would get him lucky. Ha! Yeah I don't think so.
I turn around to tell him that I'm not sleeping with you buddy with your angle like voice; try the slut next to me. But my words get stuck in my throat because not only does he have a voice of an angle but has the face of one and a body of a Greek God, what I could tell in my drunken state. I've never been able to hold my liquor.
I may have been a little bit drunk, but my drunkenness couldn't sum up that sort of face.
"And I've got places to be." I said standing up to, head to the door. I really don't want come dude hitting on me, even if he's the most gorgeous man I've ever seen.
But he grabs my hand and asked me to stay, and his eyes are pleading with me. So I sat back down.
"It's complicated."I reply trying not to get lost in his green forest eyes, and wounding what it would feel like to run my hand through his bronze hair to see if it's as soft as it looks. Then he raises his bear for me to continue.
I wasn't going to at first but for some unknown reason I continued, as if it was the right thing to do. I blamed it on the alcohol.
"It's my parents. They want me to marry somebody I don't love so my mother and father can get a higher on the social status, better image for them. It's all about what people think of you in my world." I said with a sad sigh.
"Well I wasn't expecting something like that. That's really low of your parents." He told me.
"Tell me about it." I say, because that's all I can think of.
"Are you going to marry this guy?" He asked me in a gentle tone.
"No way in hell! As soon as they told me I ran out without another look back, and then for some unknown reason I ended up being here."
I was just about for another shot when the angle stopped me.
"I think you've had too much to drink. Why don't you come take a walk with me?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, I don't even know you, and you could be serial killer for all I know." I've been talking to this guy for the last half-hour it seems and don't even know his name.
"Sorry, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Edward, Edward Cullen, and not a serial killer." He said with a dazzling crooked smile and waiting for to take his hand.
"What are you James Bond?" I said with a chuckle and shaking my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts of Edward as James Bond in a tux. Cause Edward in a tux seems as if my dreams just came true.
"Ah, you never know, and what may your name be or am I just going to keep calling you beautiful?"
Aha he's very smooth and cocky, it seems.
"It's Bella Swan."
"I was pretty close. Bella means beautiful in an Italian." He takes my hand. "Please come take a walk with me."
"Just how do I know you're not lying and really are a serial killer?" I'm just being cheeky now.
"I guess, you'll just have to trust me." And I already do. He pulls me out side of the club and we walk hand in hand down to the beach
"Edward, what's your story?" I ask him, he seems very mysterious.
"Excuse me?"
"Come on I told you my story now tell me yours? It's only fair."
"No, maybe another time, on a nicer day, I want to have more time with you, until you run off screaming when you hear my story." He told me, with a dark chuckle. I wanted to push on, but the tone in his voice made me stop.
"Okay then another day, promise?"
He hesitated before answering. "I promise."
"Good because you can't go back on your word." I said letting him know that I would find out and I squeezed is hand in reassurance. Nothing could make me leave this man, even if he wanted me or not, he already has this power over me and he doesn't even know it.
We have been walking along the beach for about an hour now, and I haven't thought about what I left back at home. It feels nice, peaceful, just to live in the moment. I just feel so calm when I'm with Edward, and we've only known each other for about a few hours and feels like forever.
I didn't even realise it was that cold until I was shaking from the wind. Then to top it off it started to rain down heavily soaking me down to the bone. Edward takes off his jacket and wraps around my shaking frame. "Here, you're going to catch a cold. Would you like me to drive you somewhere or do you have a car?" I'm shaking head because I catched the bus down here, in a rush to just get out of there. "Would you like to come back to place to dry up then I could take home, if you like. I nodded my head even though I don't have a home anymore.
So now we are running back towards the club to find his car. Then we reach a sliver Volvo and he unlocks the car doors. He opens the passenger side door for me and then closes it after I'm inside. Then runs around to the driver's side and hopes in, and pulls out of the parking pace and turns the heat up on full and turns right then turns a left down a street where there's a few apartment buildings and drive's faster than I would of liked. He stops outside of one that's at the end of the street where there's a park across the road.
He punches a few numbers into the call box, then the gate opens and he parks inside the undercover parking lot. He jumps out runs around to my side and pulls me out into his embrace. I didn't even know what he was doing but then I realised he probably thinks I'm cold still. And it feels nice to be in his arms like this. But all good things come to an end. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern in his voice. "Yeah I'm okay, now." I said with a small smile.
"Okay then, let's get you inside and warmed up with some coffee."
When we walked into his apartment on the top floor, I'm blown away with the place. It's wide and open, with the back wall of the apartment made out of glass with the view of Seattle nightlife below. With the kitchen on the right of the door way with the living room just on the opposite side with a black grand piano facing the streets and a long hall-way on the left of the piano with two doors on one side and three doors on the other.
"Wow, you have a really nice place here."
"Thanks its home."
"The bathroom is the second door on your left and I'll bring you something to change into." He told me while putting to the hall-way. "Thank you" I said with a genuine smile.
When I walked into the bathroom first thing I notice its pretty spaces. It had both a shower and a spa with while titles on the floor and black titles half way on the way then the rest painted with black paint, with everything else white.
I turn on the shower and strip and get into the shower. The jets feel like heaven working on my back while I relax. I pick up his shampoo and smell it. Hmm it seems like him. I pour a small amount into my hand and brush it throws my hair. When I finished washing and conditioning my hair I just stand there and let the shower jets do their magic. I think I might of moaned a little.
It's been a few minutes and then there's a knock on the door. "I got you some clothes." Edward yelled throw the door. "Thanks give me a sec." I yelled back, I turn of the water and step out and wrap and a towel over me. I walk to the door and open it ajar far enough for my hand to fit through.
I grab the clothes. And thanked him and close the door again. There's one of his white button down pyjama shirts with a pair of black boxers. I slip them on and pick up my dirty clothes and throw then in the laundry basket and walk out to find Edward's cooking something from the kitchen that smells like a lot like spaghetti. "Is Italian alright?" He shouted from the stove. "Yeah, I love Italian" I said back from the hall-way walking up to the counter and taking a seat.
"Good because that's all I can cook." He shot back and flashed me his mouth-watering grin back from over his shoulder. That's when I noticed that he also changed out of his wet clothes into the pyjama bottoms of the top that I'm wearing with a back tank top. The top looks good on him, it show's off his very nice muscles, very nice indeed.
He gets out two bowls and pours the spaghetti into both. He gives one to me and puts the other next to me. He grabs two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine and sits down. He passes me one and fills it half way, and I thanked him while he pours his half way as well.
After we finished eating in comfortable silence, he refilled my glass. "Thanks."I stand up and start to put our bowls in the dishwasher and cleaned up. I grabbed his hand a pulled him over to the couch.
"You didn't have to do that." He told me sitting down.
"It's the least I can do."I told him, it was the very least I could do.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" he asked.
"Sure, what do have in mind?" I asked.
"How about Transformers 3, have you seen it yet?"
I couldn't help it but I cracked up laughing, it was so topical for a guy to pick transformers. It's probably because it has cars and hot girls. A guys two most favourite things, well and food.
"What's so funny?" He asked me probably think I'm crazy over him just picking that movie. I chuckled again trying to get myself under control.
"It's just that it's such of a guy thing for you to pick that movie." I said still trying to get myself under control.
"And do you like it that way?"
"Hmm, maybe" I said and then my traitor blush decides to make a show of itself.
"Your blush really is beautiful." He said and then stoked my cheek with his hand. Then it went from all fun and games to seriousness. I rose my hand and tug at his hair gently, it was as smooth as it seems. He leaned in and started at my lips. I licked them from out of habit. I raised myself a little bit from the coach and tilted my head towards him. Then his lips were on mine. He pulled me closer to him then I thought probable. He started to gently nibble on my bottom lip then taking it into his mouth. His tongue slowly come out and stroked my lip with it, asking for entrance. I was just about to grant him it, but then all too soon it was over.
"I'm so sorry, Bella. I don't just go around a pick up girls and start kissing them. You must think I'm some perverted creep. I don't know what it is but, I feel a pull towards you. I understand if you don't feel the same. I should've have asked first, I'll take you home now, I'm sorry." Sadness creep into his voice on the second last line, he was about to get up, when I pulled him back down. "Edward just shut up okay and don't you dare apologise for kissing me, I feel exactly the same way about you too Edward." a huge smile spread across his face and his lips were back on mine.