Call me a mangy mutt, you filthy leach. I'll show you what a mutt can do. My mind goes back to the day she came to me. She looked rough, hadn't slept in probably a week.
"I...I need someone to talk to." She whispers, looking down at her hands. "Someone who...won't judge." I knew what they were, but she didn't know that.
"Yea," I laugh, trying to cheer her up. "You look like you could use a friend. Come here, Bells." I say, patting beside me on the bed. She leans against my shoulder.
"It's just...when I speak his name, when I even think his name, my chest hurts so bad it could explode." A tear falls down her cheek, "I just don't understand how he could leave me."
"I don't know, Bells." I whisper to her. "I would never leave you." Holding her, I kiss her forehead.
"Do you promise?" She looks up at me, her eyes begging for a friend, a lover, anyone who will promise to never hurt her again. This is my chance I could be that person, I could love Isabella Swan.
"Yes." I whisper as I kiss her. The rest is a little rated R, too much for me to want to show Edward of my own anatomy, much less what he hasn't already seen of Bells, so I limit myself.
My hand running up her thigh, my mouth kissing her stomach, us kissing, the sheets of the bed, our legs intertwined.
Edward flinches, and Bella grabs his arm, looking up at him. We are in the school parking lot again, Filthy blood-sucking leach. And then, I let him have it!
"We just...I just...Oh my god, Alice saw all of that! Edward is going to kill you, going to kill me." She exclaims, "What are we going to do?"
"He is gone, Bella." I stare at her, confessing the hardest truth there is to confess to her heart. "He left you, they left you. They are gone." She breaks down, holding her chest screaming, crying. I hold her, comfort her, until she drifts off to sleep in my arms.
Don't underestimate me. Sure, she's a virgin, she's not lying about that, but there is so much more to her than just her virginity. I've seen that for myself.