Chapter Two: Violent Ends
I woke to the gray light of a typical Forks day streaming in through my bedroom window. Rainclouds clustered on the dark horizon; a metaphor for the darkness that permeated my feeble mind. My limbs were stiff and heavy as I rose from the tangle of sheets that I called my bed; I hadn't dared change them since Edward left me many months ago. They were the only items in my room that still carried his scent, his touch, and I couldn't let myself lose that.
The bathroom was cold and sterilized as I woodenly walked myself in-the bathroom mirror was unforgiving to my bedraggled complexion. My ivory skin was blotchy from nights spent crying, and purple circles underscored my chocolate brown eyes. My lips, full, yet not annoyingly so, were chapped and bloody from my constant chewing of them. My hair, which fell to my breasts in long, dark chocolate waves, was clumped around my face in an unsightly birds nest.
I splashed some frigid water from the sink on my face. My vision cleared; the wool was lifted from over my eyes to reveal a world I wasn't ready to see, a world that's only purpose was to injure and hurt those who were pure of heart-those like me.
"Bella, are you missing school again?" Charlie called from downstairs.
"No!" I yelled in response. But that would be a lie. My plan wasn't to go to school, surrounded by people, or "sheeple" who didn't understand me and had no desire to-I was going to head straight to Jacob Black's, where I knew he would lend a forgiving ear to my depressive plight.
"Good," Charlie said. "Don't forget-you're hanging with your friends tonight!"
I snorted. Water shot up my nose. I gagged. How could I have forgotten about that?
Dammit, I thought. I guess I'll have to.
I brushed my hair, then slapped on some lipstick and swiped on some mascara. Soon, my reflection resembled a whole other, hotter, girl.
I smiled. Reflection girl smiled back. Time to slay.
I always got this weird feeling when I was around Jacob and because of that I didn't really like to hang around him. For some reason he always smelled like some kind of wet animal. I assumed it was because he was an owner of multiple dogs or something so I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until I got to his house and found that he had no pets at all that I got a little suspicious. It wasn't like he could be a werewolf though, because he wasn't cool enough for that-and everyone knows werewolves don't exist. Hell, sometimes I still doubt that vampires exist, since the only ones I know are wusses and eat animals! I mean, wouldn't it be cool if they could consume a human or something?
Oh wait, I forgot about those celebrity look alikes that were chasing me last year, they were lowkey scary. Especially that Jennifer Coolidge one. Her hair was a disaster zone. Her "snap was all over the place." as Jennifer Coolidge said in Legally Blonde. Then there was Dave Mustaine-I admit, he was actually kind of hot, in a weird 80's thrash metal veteran way.
Jacob emerged from his house. He wore a crop top. It only covered his boobs-I mean pecs though, and underneath that, there was a layer of sweating, bulging muscles. I climbed out of my truck, and tried to not to focus on his jigging boo-nevermind.
"Bella!" Jacob said.
I grimaced. It was the closest I could ever get to a smile.
Here comes Underdog, I thought. Jacob tried to hug me, but since he was super sweaty and smelled a little bit like Charlie, I ducked away.
"What's up, Bells?" Jacob asked. He grinned, for some reason when he smiled he always looked like some kind of canine. He looked at me a little bit like I was a sheep, but maybe he was into that sort of thing. Whatever, no judgement here.
"Wanna go for a ride on my motorbike?" Jacob asked. He giggled at the end. I had no idea why.
"Yeah, whatever," I said. trying to sound as mopey as possible. "Mopey" and "less mopey" were my two default moods-before Edward left, there were three-"mopey," "less mopey," and "kinda turned on but with a facial expression that looked like I just stepped on a Lego brick."
Jacob led me over to the garage. It was crammed full of so much junk, that I now was starting to wonder if the reason Jacob smelled like such a wet animal all the time was because he was some kind of hoarder. And maybe he had a thing for fursuits or something, because I was pretty sure I could make out at least three buried in the back.
"What are those?" I asked.
Jacob pulled me onto his bike. "Oh, those?" he chuckled nervously. "Nothing."
"No, I'm pretty sure that's a-" I started.
"What did you say?" Jacob turned the key in the ignition and the motorcycle roared to life. "I can't hear you!"
"Then turn the damn bike off!" I shouted
"What!?" he said
"I said turn the-"
Just then he pressed on the gas and the motorcycle became even louder as it started to move.
"Shouldn't we be wearing helmets?" I shouted.
"It's 2015, who the fuck wears a helmet!?" He shouted back
"Oh so now you can hear me perfectly fine, because a minute ago you-"
"What!?"
The bike rolled through the forest. I screamed, and clung to Jacob's sweaty torso. His croptop was pressed against my cheek, and I hoped that I wouldn't break out from such skin-to-skin contact. I remembered Edward's cold, marble chest pressed against mine, and his fingers roaming over my spine. He really liked my spine, but he never really specified why.
I finally gathered up enough courage to open my eyes and when I did I saw that there was a curve approaching. Jacob didn't show that he had any intentions of slowing down.
"Slow down or you're gonna get us killed!"
"What!?"
"I said slow-"
And that's when the bike hit the rock and we both went sailing through the air.
"I thought you said you knew how to drive this thing!" I shouted when I gathered enough strength to lift my upper torso up and look around the forest. Jacob's body was next to mine, and he wasn't moving. I jammed my toe into his abs.
"Get up, dumbass!" I shrieked.
"What…?" he groaned, opening his eyes slowly.
"Is "what" the only thing you know how to say? It's literally the only thing you've said for the past hour!"
"What was my first word, actually," Jacob said. "And also did you know that the blue whale has a larger penis than any other animal on earth? I have a large pe-."
I shuddered. "Are you even listening to anything I'm saying!?"
Jacob muttered something under his breath. It sounded an awful lot like "Charlie" but I decided to ignore it.
"How's the motorbike?" Jacob asked, but not before he noticed the blood dripping down my face. "You're bleeding!" he exclaimed.
I felt faint. Blood. I hated the scent and feeling of blood. Jacob stripped off his croptop, and pressed it against my face. "Is that helping?" he asked. I tried not to gag. The croptop was damp with sweat and stuck to my face with a peculiar slime.
"Yeah," I lied. "That helps."
Jacob pressed his bulging pectoral muscles against my chest. His nipples were pointy and hard. "Why are your nipples so hard?" I asked.
"I just got them pierced," Jacob answered. "Take a look." He pulled away from me, revealing two studs sticking out of his brown nipples. "Aren't they sexy?"
"Sure," I lied, again. "Very."
Jacob smiled, like a proud parent to two nipple babies. "That's what Cha-nevermind."
I leaned away from him, peeling the croptop off of my face. "Thanks for that," I said.
Jacob stood up. His legs were like tree trunks leading up to a speedo. "The bike is totaled." He said. "Oh well."
"Oh well?" I tried not to sound surprised, as my face couldn't handle that kind of tension. "I thought you loved your bikes!"
Jacob shrugged. "Not as much as I love Cha-goddammit!"
Cha? I decided not to press the issue.
