The Perfect Crime
A.N. This story is based on a little saying I found when I was browsing FanFic. It got stuck in my head and this plot formed. Hope you like it.
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April
Chapter One - Tattoo
"Jake?" I asked sleepily, my head resting on his chest. "Mmmm" He murmured, and his torso vibrated gently. "Remember that song I wrote in Music?" I asked him. "The one about you?" When he didn't answer, I prodded his side gently.
"Yes." He said, a little louder, before reciting the first few lines.
"Let's commit the perfect crime.
I'll steal your heart and you can steal mine.
We'll wile our time away together
Sitting here alone forever"
I smiled gently, not entirely surprised he remembered. He was so proud of me, I was naturally a very shy person, and I only came out of my shell when I sang.
"What about it?" He asked, tightening his hold on my waist. "Well I'm going to get a tattoo on my back saying "The Perfect Crime" so that no matter where I am, I'll remember you." I told him quietly. "Me too." He said, causing my face to break into a smile. He kissed my head gently.
It was a beautiful tattoo. The font was like Jake's writing, which made it even more special for me. We had them done at the same time, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop grinning. I was a bit worried about what my dad, Charlie, would say, but I just brushed the thoughts aside. No need to spoil my euphoric mood. We went and sat on our bleached, driftwood tree, wincing in pain, but happy.
"Jake, I want you to promise me something." I told him. He gave me a hug and whispered. "Anything for you Bells." I smiled back and answered. "No matter what happens between us, I want to meet back here, on this day, every year for the rest of our lives. Promise?" I asked. He nodded and we sealed it with a kiss.
I woke from my dream in a cold sweat, tears pouring down my face. I stood up, swaying slightly and stared at my back in the mirror. There it was.
The Perfect Crime
It was a permanent reminder of my pain. I felt like screaming! Why did Jake agree to have them done? We had the biggest fight of my life the week afterwards, when I walked in on him and my cousin Renesmee, going at it like there was no tomorrow. He told me that he had seen her on the beach, it had been love at first sight, and he couldn't explain it. It was a 'tribe' thing. I scoffed scornfully. I didn't need an explanation. I became....estranged from my family over the next few weeks and couldn't handle being around friends. They reminded me of him. Of his betrayal. I started living with Emmet and Alice in London soon afterwards. I couldn't stay in York for a second longer. I worked in a bar in the center of London, singing when I wasn't waitressing. Every night I would sing for an hour and then wait for about 4 or 5, it wasn't the most amazing job, but it let me pay Alice and Emmet my part of the rent and the bills. People pitied me, working in a bar. Unbelievably, I enjoyed it. My only escape was singing, and I got to do it on a regular basis for money. I glanced at the clock. It read 3:02. I sighed heavily and started to get dressed. When im awake, I stay awake. On the upside, I could pull an extra shift this morning.
What did you think? I think maybe that I couldn't write Love, Life and ShapeShifting because this was stuck in my head shouting 'APRIL!! Let me out!! WRITE ME!!' Well finally it is being released lol. I'm hoping this will get rid of a bit of my writers block. Review please. They nearly make me as happy as finding a new way to worship Edward.
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April