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Chapter Two
Where we are
2017 - Reno, Nevada
I woke up in cold sweat; a sudden sick feeling crept up my throat. I grabbed the trashcan that was intuitively placed beside my bed and threw up yesterday's breakfast. The sun was shining brightly through the window besides me making me squint and groan in aggravation. A horrible feeling crept up my head and reminded me never to drink again. I shrugged the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering why I was even getting up when I had nowhere to be, but a horrible taste in my mouth ached for a glass of water. I grabbed my glasses from the nightstand and looked around the apartment; beer bottles crowded the floor among the dirty laundry decorating the filthy half eaten plates of food I always swore I would wash but never actually did.
Fucking mess, I thought and felt the bile creep up again, making this the second round of throw up.
I stood up and walked over to the sink, grabbing a used cup from the floor on the way. I poured the water inside and chugged it down, feeling somewhat better but not near as good as I wanted to feel.
I took a whiff at my clothes; I smelled like piss, I couldn't remember the last time I showered.
I started to make my way over to the bathroom but something blocked the door on the other side. I pushed it harder, only to hear someone groan from inside,
"What the hell" Emmett cried,
Opening the door I found him lying beside the toilet, his arm dangling over it.
"Aw shit, I forgot I brought you here last night. How you feeling man?"
"How the fuck does it look like?"
"Ignore the question, need anything?" I chuckled, and I thought I looked bad but seeing Emmett I immediately felt like a shiny new coin.
He tried to get up but slipped and fell back down, "A hand" he reached out his arm all while groaning.
I took his arm and brought him to his feet,
"Thanks, is it cool if I lay on your bed for a bit?" I smelled like a flower next to Emmett, he had thrown up all over himself last night, how could he have missed the toilet?
"Go for it. I'm just going to shower. Take your shirt off though, and if Rose knocks do not open!"
He made a barfing noise, making me poke my head out and glare at him "I'm serious Emmett, do not open the fucking door for her" he didn't answer but raised his hand giving me a thumbs up.
I took off my clothes and threw them on the floor along with my glasses, then jumped in the shower. The cold water sent shivers down my spine, but I quickly got accustomed to it. I closed my eyes and relaxed, feeling the water flow all over my sore muscles. A sudden vague recollection of dark brown eyes flashed through my mind Then I recalled the scent of grapefruit. The memories came fast, her soft voice, the way she said my name. I reached my hand down to my groin groped my member.
A banging on the door stopped me from going any further,
"Ed, there's someone here looking for you"
I turned the water off and cursed under my breath, if Emmett opened the door for Rose I was going to really punch him in the throat. I didn't have this month's rent, and I was already two weeks late. I took a towel and wrapped it around my torso, not daring to put the dirty clothes I slept with back on.
I opened the door and faced Emmett,
"What the fuck did I say Emmett?" I whispered and pushed him hard onto the bed "Don't fucking move" I headed towards the front door, taking a deep breath before opening it.
I had to come up with an excuse for the late rent and fast, otherwise I would be having to start settling down under the bridge near King St.
"Heyyy Rosie, I know I kn-"
I opened the door but it wasn't Rose that stood there. My eyes were met with familiar dark brown ones placed on a small pale face, framed by two messy pigtails.
It was her, the girl from Flytrap.
"Edward" she said, my body suddenly felt like butter, I closed my eyes and wished at that moment I would've been wearing my glasses. My throat had dried up, I felt my dick twitch under my towel, reminding me of the dirty deed I was just doing in the bathroom.
"Your name is Edward right?" she asked again with furrowed brows,
I swallowed hard, coughing in the process, a pool of water forming around my feet.
"Um yeah, Edward I am...I mean I'm Ed..ward.."
I took a deep breath and tried it again,
"I'm Edward"
There was a grin playing on her lips, I spotted the piercing and yesterdays memories came flying back. It definitely was her but what was she doing here? How did she find me? Her eyes followed something behind me, curious girl she was, and then she turned her gaze back at me,
"So you're gonna wait until I have a heat stroke or are you gonna invite me inside?"
I looked inside hoping Emmett has suddenly turned into the best friend and at least picked up some of the trash on the floor, but when I looked around it was exactly the same and he was perched on the bed with an incredibly quizzical expression on his face,
"Ehh..It's not in the best-"
It was too late to make up an excuse; she had pushed my arm and walked inside. I cursed under my breath while softly closing the door behind me.
She was small, smaller than I remembered but then again I was taller than your average 28 year old so mostly everyone seemed small to me. Her pigtails bobbed up and down as she roamed the small studio. Emmett stood up as soon as she walked inside, he was clearly flexing because his voice came our strained.
"Hello there, I'm Emmett" he reached out his hand towards her; I could see she was hesitating to take it but finally gave in and gave it a quick shake.
"Sorry about the mess, I haven't been home lately" I lied and I could tell she was unconvinced.
"Can we talk?" she looked back over to Emmett "In private?"
But he wasn't listening; he kept staring at her with lustful eyes, typical Emmett, his eyes tried to decipher what she was wearing underneath her orange jacket, slowly falling down to her bare legs, his mouth salivating like a dog looking at a juicy steak. A feeling surged through my body, heat radiating up my neck and down to my palms.
"You good to get home on your own then, Em?"
He snapped out of his daze, his eyes looking back and forth from her to me.
I put it nicely enough, I think. I was tempted to say 'Get the fuck out' and kick him out of the door but my sense of chivalry had suddenly appeared this morning. My eyes gave him a stern glare; he seemed to get the point,
"Y-yeah, I'll call you later then" he looked back at her and smiled widely, "Good to meet you."
"Yeah, you too."
He grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter, grinning at me before closing the door behind him. I rolled my eyes, sighed and turned back to face her, she was already sitting on the bed, her eyes scanning mine with curiosity. I looked down and realized I was only wearing a towel, I jumped in embarrassment,
"Oh shit! Give me a second okay, don't look"
A playful grin formed on the corners of her lips, she lifted a hand and covered her eyes. I ran to the closet and tried to find my favorite shirt, but it smelled like someone died while wearing it. Everything smelled like decayed bodies. The last clean shirt I had was a Christmas present I got from my dad six years ago, in it Santa was riding his slay, chanting 'HO HO HO'.
I put the shirt on and cursed at myself and at my dad for being such a complete bastard.
I couldn't find any decent and clean briefs; it would have to be a free balls day. Next I put on some jeans that were laid on top of the electric fan, they seemed to be somewhat clean when I smelled them. I peeked behind me and noticed her fingers on her eyes were spread apart; the mischievous grin that was there previously was still present now. I felt the heat rise to my face and spread over my neck once again.
"Hey you! No peeking!"
"Sorry, I couldn't help it, I'm a sinner. You can't really believe if you tell someone not to look, they won't look. Honestly it's universal, for go ahead and look!"
I gave her a tight-lip expression, "That tells me a lot about your credibility."
"Okay fine, scouts honor, I won't look this time" the gap between her long fingers closed once again, but the mischievous grin still resided.
I rushed to the bathroom and tried comb my finger through my hair, but to no avail, it just didn't want to stay in one place. After a few seconds of adjusting myself in the mirror and debating whether I should put my glasses on or off I managed my way outside the small bathroom and back into the living-room slash kitchen slash bedroom with glasses fogged from the heat.
"Are you decent, Edward?"
"Define decent" I straightened my shirt and fixed my glasses; she lowered her hand,
"Nice shirt" she chuckled. I folded my arms across my chest, trying to shake the strange uncomfortable feeling spreading through me.
"So…" I began,
"You must have questions but right now I can only answer one, so make it a super jolly good one" her eyes went back down to my sweater and a small chuckle left her lips.
The pain in my head returned, this was not the kind of morning I was planning to have after a long night of binge drinking. In actuality, I was really hoping I would come out of the bathroom and she would be naked on the bed; there was a certain disappointment when I found she was fully dressed and asking me to think about a specific question.
I searched my thoughts for the best question to ask out of all of them but the incessant tapping of her foot on the floor didn't let me concentrate,
"Okay, what's your name?"
She raised an eyebrow in disbelief,
"Really? You don't want to know how I found you? There's 307 Edward's in Reno, did you know that?"
"Well, you keep tapping your foot and I'm still hungover, and you said to only ask one question so I thought at least knowing what to call you would be a good start"
She stood up and looked outside the window, the sun rays peeking through the shutters brought auburn hair to life on each spot it touched.
She turned and faced me once again,
"Isabella, Bella for short"
I repeated the name in my head, 'Bella', I was actually glad she didn't give me some kind of nickname like purple haze or dessert flower, meant she was a decent chick of sorts, or that at least she wasn't a prostitute which has happened to me more than once.
"Good! See not so difficult, you could've told me your name last night instead of running out of the door and disappearing. So how did you find me?"
"That's two, I belief I said only one question"
I laughed, I thought maybe I could trick her into thinking it was just cordiality to tell me her name.
"Listen Edward," her facial expression changed, her eyes seemed concerned, haunted. Her a much deeper tone than what she had started out with.
"I think you might need to sit down for what I'm about to tell you,"
I tittered,
"Sit down? For what? Did you find something strange while I was in the bathroom, cause I swear that's not even mine, Emmett-"
"Sit" My legs instantly led me to the bed, I did as she said and sat down. She walked over to the kitchen counter and leaned against it. For a minute she was quiet, her expression led me to belief that she trying to decipher something in her head.
"You're killing me here smalls" I grinned and watched her legs fold,
"I'm going to ask you some questions, answer them honestly"
"Are you a cop?" I chuckled nervously, eyeing the bong on top of the fridge,
"Please"
"Okay, shoot"
She stared at me intently,
"Is your name Edward Adam Cullen"
No wonder she found me so quickly,
"Yeah? how did you-" She put a hand out in front of her,
"Where you born in Forks on March 1st, 1987 to parents Carlisle and Esme Cullen?"
This was starting to get a little weird,
Who was this girl? How did she know that?
"I don't have any social media, so how do you know that? Emmett is on to this? this is a joke isn't it?"
"Just answer the question, Edward" I rolled my eyes and played along, still feeling uncomfortable about a stranger knowing so much about me.
"Yeah that's my birthday, those are my parents…still alive and well, I hope"
Her eyebrows furrowed and she hesitated before asking the following question,
"Is your brother…" she hesitated "James Cullen?"
My heart felt like it stopped, the pain in my head grew stronger. Someone was hammering my brain it felt like it was about to explode, all the noise outside grew louder. I stood up, holding my head with both hands, trying to shut out the outside noise. In the background I could hear her repeating the question, asking if I was okay.
Her hand reached out to touch my arm and I felt her cold icy fingers bring me back to reality.
"WHO ARE YOU?" I shouted at her recoiling at her touch, she backed away surprised. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"Calm down, I just want to help"
"Help with what?! You come into my home, a stranger, asking all kinds of weird questions and yet you expect me to just answer without any hesitation? How do you know who I am? How did you know my brother?"
There was a pitiful expression in her eyes that made me feel sick again,
I was utterly bewildered. The confusion was partly due to the fact that everything was happening so fast and partly because she had never responded to any of my questions, I didnt know anything about her and she knew so much about me. I took pride in feeling outcasted, knowing that only a handful of people really knew me, it was all because I let them in.
"Did? No Edward…I know your brother"
"My brother is dead, you got that wrong" I felt all the years of pent up hate and sadness hit me again like tidal wave. I slumped down on the edge of the bed and took off my glasses, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I hadn't heard his name out loud in five years; I left my home because it was too hard to bear, all the memories of him, all the constant reminders from my parents that I would never fill the void that he had left, that when he died it was as if I died along with him. He was their first for them, and I was just what happened to come along after, the mistake they had no choice but to live with.
I held back the tears and raised my head when she touched my shoulder, my eyes meeting hers.
"Edward" her voice was low as she sat beside me, "Your brother James, he's not dead"
