I heard my daughter stirring around at her normal time. Eight o'clock, sharp. How she had got THAT one down, I don't know. I sat up, though, and glanced in the mirror. My hair was....wow....I'd...never seen anything like THAT before....I jumped in the shower, cursing. turn the water on. wait five minutes. THEN get it. Whoops.
I got a shower as quickly as I could, and hastily dried and styled my hair. "Daddy, You look handsome." I chuckled and scooped her up into my arms. She was the joy of my life. Ever since Scarlett had divorced me, we were much happier, too. No more abuse for me, no more hatred toward her. "I haven't even put my piercings in yet, honey."
"I know....I wish you'd hold up on your promise, daddy...."
"Honey...I know...I....I just...."
"It's ok, Daddy..." I sighed. "Ready to go to school...?"
Alice nodded and scampered to get ready. When she was, I loaded her into the car and drove like a maniac to the preschool. Some idiot in a toyota cut me off, and i screeched, slamming on the brakes. "FUCK!"
Alice giggled. "Daddy!"
"Don't you DARE repeat that, Alice."
"Ok." We drove to the preschool, and I gently picked her up out of her seat and planted her on the ground while I fixed the seatbelt. When I turned around again, I almost screamed in shock. Esme Platt a girl from the college I had dropped out of, walking into the preschool with a little blonde, curly haired boy. She looked really different, though. She had long light brown hair, but it was short on top and teased up, and she had two neon blue and black 'coon's tails' on the long parts. She had a stud in her nose, her cartlige pierced, and a monroe piercing. Damn....she was HOT.....but, then I remembered all the pain she had put me through, and I lost allinterest.
Esme's POV
When I was walking Jasper into school, I saw Carlisle Cullen. Boy, was HE a blast from the past, but man, had he changed. He had a ducktail haircut, his hair dyed almost white with a big neon blue streak. He also had an eyebrow piercing, a nostril piercing, snakebites, gauges, his chartlige pierced, and god knows what else...He had to work at a tattoo and piercing parlor or something like that, but still....he was hot.... Even though he was skiny, you could see his mucles; and the way they rippled down his arms? ooh, baby...I really regretted all the hurt I'd put him through...Teasing him, and then when he admitted he liked me, fucking him senseless and running away, starting cruel rumors about him, which led to a lot of hard times for him, as I had found out years before...I caught a glimpse of one of his tattoos. It was a name...probably his wife's... He was so hot, though...
Carlisle's POV
I walked Alice in, trying not to look back at Esme. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen her before, but it was even worse that I HAD seen her. I leaned over the fence, just enjoying the nice breeze that wafted by, watching the kids play.
"Hey. Long time no see. You sure got hot."
I froze where I was standing and looked at her out of the corner of my eye.
"Yeah...You've really changed, Cullen. Last time I saw you you were cute, though, too."
"You've changed yourself, Esme." I hissed.
She sighed. "Look, Carlisle. I know I hurt you, but.."
"Hurt doesn't cover it. Broken. Shattered. Ripped apart. Maybe THAT shows you."
"I'm sorry..."
"You've said that before. It doesn't help. Not for what you did."
"Carlisle..."
"Oh, and I hope you'll be happy to know, that RUMOR that you spread around about me that lead to me getting raped, is now true." I raised my eyebrows, smirking triumphantly, turned on my heel, and walked back to my car.
"FUCK!" i stopped dead, and my eyes widened.
"Looks like you taught your daugher a new word, too."
"DOUCHE!"
"...Looks like your son's in the same boat."
"Yeah....he usually is..."
we parted then, and I went straight to work. My cozy little tattoo parlor. Well, not MINE because I didn't own it, but it was my work.
DAMIEN'S POV My gorgeous boyfriend walked through the door, and I just about moaned. He was so. Sexy. His almost white hair reflected the sun perfectly, and his boots clicked against the floor tantalizingly. It seemed like he was walking in slow motion. I could almost hear Adam Lambert's 'Fever' playing in the background.
"There he goes, my baby walks so slow, SEXUAL tic-tac toe..."
Mmm. He smirked sexily at me, seeing me start to drool.
CARLISLE'S POV "Hey, baby." My boyfriend, Damien wrapped a strong arm around my waist and kissed me.
"Hey."
"You're stressed, sweetheart. what's got you wound up?"
"It's nothing. please-" He kissed and nibbled on my neck, and I felt his hands ghost up my back, under my shirt.
"Never mind, then." He parted from me, and leaned away at arm's length. "W...what?" I blushed.
"Nothing. Just looking at you." He smirked. "God, you're sexy."
I chuckled. "You say that every day."
"And I mean it, too." He smirked the way he did when I knew he was getting one of his crazy ideas. We'd been together for a few months, and I was getting used to them. "You know what you should get pierced next?"
"What's that."
"Your tongue. I like how it feels when I brush my tongue over one of your piercings, then I can make out with you AND feel it."
"No, Damien. That's where I draw the line. No inner-oral piercings. Besides, I wouldn't be able to eat right for weeks..."
"Hmm. That's right. And we don't need you any skinnier than you already are..." He ran his hands down my sides, and I shuddered. "139 pounds is too thin, Carlisle. Especially for your height."
I was slightly hurt. My self-esteem was never high, and I had really taken a blow after I wasin an abusive marriage to Scarlett. Tears welled in my eyes. "Damien..."
"I'm serious, Carlisle. I'm worried about you..."
"Damien....to gain weight, I'd need to eat different food. I can't afford it. I barely have enough to feed Alice and I as it is, and she's a growing girl....Plus, if I DID gain weight, I'd have to buy all new clothes, and I definately don't have money for that. I need to clothe alice, too. Again, she's a growing girl. A...And what if I couldn't stop gaining....what if I just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger-"
Damien laughed. "You're worried about getting FAT? Carlisle, stop this. You worry way too much. I'm sorry I brought it up. You're perfect the way you are." He stroked my cheek gently with his hand cupped on my jaw, his thumb doing the stroking. I shivered. This was one of the reasons I loved Damien's company. He always knew the way to touch me. I closed my eyes, sighing contentedly.
"Theeere." I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, roughly squeezing the muscles, but it felt good.
"Mmmm~..."
"Ready to get drawin' on skin?"
"I guess." I smiled drowzily at him. "But I'd enjoy it more if I could just feel that for a few more minutes...all down my back..."
"Are you asking for a back rub?"
"Sure." I smiled.
"Sit down." I obeyed, and he started roughly kneeding my back. His hands were at least the size of my head, and he was taller than me. Much taller. And bigger. To describe Damien in detail for you, he had dark, dark hair, cut almost the same way as mine, but a bit longer on all sides. He was at least 6'7", and he was built like a brick shit house. Seriously. He had many tattoos, only one of which I had done myself. I knew he could pick me up and throw me across the road if he wanted to, but I felt safe with him. He was a gentle giant, and he knew what I'd been through.
Damien hit a sore spot, and I jumped, wincing. I guess I had pulled my back picking up Alice or something...
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry...Shhhhh...It's okay. I didn't mean to hurt you, it's okay."
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and I looked over my shoulder at him. "Huh?"
"Carlisle, ever since you shut down that night, I don't want to do anything to upset you."
"What night?" Though I remembered it all too clearly, I wanted to see how he described it.
"That night we went out, and that guy was teasing you. You remember? He started getting really...sick with it, and then he started beating you up....You shut down for a week, just quivering whenever anyone came near you....It was awful to watch you go through that...You were so scared..." He shook his head sadly, remembering way too well what I was like when I was hit by someone.
"Aw, Damy. It's okay. I was just scared then. I knew you didn't mean to hurt me." I took his hand. "I'm not scared. I knew you weren't being forceful." I smiled softly and took his hand.
He returned the smile and kissed me gently. "Now get back to what you were doing. I feel better." I smirked.
"You didn't tell me you were feeling BAD..."
"My back hurt, but...Pleaaase?" I stared up at him innocently.
He chuckled. "Alright." He paused for a minute. "Carlisle, are we ever going to have a physical relationship? I mean, we've made out and SEEN each other, but we've never....you know...."
I sighed. "Damien. You're...very big....I...I don't know...." I blushed. "If I could handle you..."
He chuckled. "I understand. And I'm not mad. You're right." He kissed my shoulder. "Perhaps we should wait. It might just get better. Now let me finish."
I got back into the position I had been in before, and let him rub my back.