Summary: After setting fire to her school, Renee sends Bella from their home in Italy with Giorgio, her stepfather, to Forks to live with Charlie. Expecting idiots, she instead finds Alice, an artist tormented daily by both students and memories. Can both lower their defenses long enough to let each other in? Abuse, self-mutilation
Playing With Fire
By: Vixen Hood
Prelude
"You like to pretend you are a bitchy little rebel, willing to sleep around with whoever will have you, because you don't know anything else. You use your body to get what you want because you know it will work, because you know you are beautiful. You know what I think? I think—no, I know—that you are just a broken little girl inside who desperately wishes that someone would love her, and goes about having all these little trysts hoping that one day you will just stumble upon love and suddenly you'll know what it is. Only, you can't recognize it once you come across it. Well, I'm done with this little charade, this fucking lie.
"I see you, I see you for who you really are. Le veo y te amo. I love you. Do you not understand that? I can't put it for you any simpler than that. You taught me that. You taught me to see and love and understand you, Bella. You. The hell you are running away from me."
Alice's dark hair was getting into her eyes, and I wanted to reach out to touch the streak of red in it, to push it out of her eyes, to run my hands through it, but restrained myself. She was mad, pissed, furious, and I had made her that way. Suddenly her lips were upon mine, forceful as she gripped my hair and yanked me towards her. She took advantage of our intimate position on the bed and pushed me down, never disconnecting our lips, and straddled my lap.
Her hair tickled my cheeks and her lips tasted like honey. Her hips rocked sensuously against mine and I was reminded of our time together, of our discoveries together.
She tore away from me, panting. I looked up at her flushed face as my chest heaved in much needed air and watched as she climbed off of me, running a hand through her hair and slipping on her shoes.
"Come find me when you are ready to love me back."
And then she was gone, and I was alone.