TITTLE: COLLIDE
AUTHOR: fresitaazul
PAIRINGS: Edward and Bella, Bella and Jacob, Edward and Tanya – Don't worry, based mostly on Edward and Bella.
RATING: M (for sexual content and adult language)
CATEGORY: Romance, angst, drama, fantasy
WARNINGS: contains sexual content, and adult language and situations.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own the characters in this story, nor do I expect any type of monetary compensation for my writing below. I only use them for fun, to play around with the storyline and characters for a bit! Thank you Stephanie Meyer for the world you created. You are an inspiration to many.
SUMMARY: What if Edward and Bella didn't meet in Forks, WA during high school, but in Seattle as they both work as editors for the same publishing firm? They both have different partners at the time, but fall crazy in love for each other anyway. This creates a lot of problems, as you all can imagine. ENJOY!
FEEDBACK: very much appreciated! Thank you all in advance for reading.
CHAPTER 1
I woke up with the awful sense of desolation and frustration that I hadn't experienced since I first laid eyes on him. Jacob was still sleeping in the small guest bedroom that we usually saved for when Renee or Charlie came to visit, and my heart fell deeper into my stomach at the realization that we might never share a bed again. I turned my body sideways curling it into a ball, hoping the new light of a fresh day would wipe away the blatant truths Jake and I had told each other so shamelessly only hours before. My eyes were swollen, and my left cheek felt sticky against the pillow, from the mixture of smudged mascara, tears and saliva. I had cried myself to sleep, wishing vehemently I could erase myself away from existence.
"You broke my heart, Bella," Jacob had said at last.
And he wasn't lying. He wasn't exaggerating either, which was usually his style.
"I'm sorry." Were the only words my poor, sorry, and humiliated spirit could give my faithful and torn down boyfriend.
I felt fresh tears welling in my eyes, and they spilled fearfully as I heard him enter our bedroom without trying to mask his presence from me. I was afraid to look at him; my face was the concept of dishonor, and embarrassment. He sat at the edge of his side of the bed, the warmth of his body already increasing the temperature in the small space between us.
His unnaturally high body heat was one of the reasons I had initially been attracted to him – never failing to provide heat in the cold, rainy days and nights of the tiny city of Forks, Washington, where we had met.
"Bella," He finally said after minutes that seem eternal and tortuous. "I'm leaving for a while."
My body turned to him with innate precision. I couldn't deny that I saw this coming, but the pain in my heart increased at the thought of him parting away from me. Yes, I was that selfish.
"No, Jake. Please," I even dared to say. I almost begged. The look in his eyes became tremendously angry.
"Please what, Bella?" A menacing tone obscured the tenderness of his normally friendly voice. "Stay here and watch while you destroy your life after you have already demolished mine? While you give yourself willingly to him? While you let him kill you?!" The color of his voice was punishing and desperate.
He shook his head as he stood from his spot, and then straddled me against the headboard. "You have some nerve, Isabella Swan."
The depth in his almost black eyes was even darker than night. I knew what he could do, and I knew what he was capable of doing without a single care for consequences. He was in no certain terms a coward, and he was the most impulsive person I knew. If he was leaving, it was because the thought of killing me himself had already crossed his mind. But not even the power of his cursed body, would renounce to his unbelievably wonderful heart. It burst out of his chest with love, most of the times.
I shivered with so much intensity, that the large and strong hands that were grasping my shoulders fell to the sides, and landed on the over-sized pillow my head was glued to. His body created a cage from which I couldn't escape, even if I tried my hardest to. Jake had never hurt me, but he could do so if he wanted.
Instead, his mouth descended on mine, livid, raw, and animalistic.
I tried to fight it. But my guilty heart, and my confusedly aroused body gave into his demanding pleasure. His rough fingers dogged into my skin, cupping my breasts, scratching the tender skin there. One of his hands traveled down my stomach, finding the elastic of my underwear below. I froze.
He felt my body go suddenly stiff, and his eyes met mine for the first time since his insane sexual outburst. Once their black touched my brown - tears still falling down my face - he jumped off me, and stood at the end of the bed. Suddenly, as if he was disgusted for touching me in the first place.
And he broke my heart to a million pieces more. The accusation and repulse of his expression had me sobbing even harder than before. The betrayal of his body, still wanting mine so much, made him turn his back on me so he could hide it. His embarrassment of his still undying love for me, made all the human threads of my tainted soul hurt unbearably so. He punched the wall hard, once. Twice. His feet kicked the chair where I kept my clothes from the day before, scattering my garments all over the floor. And then, I watched as he began to transform into the animal I had never before feared, but which was now only showing up to destroy me.
In a matter of seconds, a gush of wind blew through my window, and I watched as the two opposite supernatural forces of my life fought each other to death – with me, sitting helplessly and hopelessly in my bed - crying and begging them to stop.