I Could Only Imagine

Hello again! Kiki-Jo here :) Thank you for the response to the first chapter! That was all down to the workings of the lovely RosieRathbone – AKA my partner in Jasper-crime ;) Here is chapter 2 of the story, and I have a few warnings (or, simply, clear distinctions between authors/styles…) I swear, a lot. Apologies for all of the F-bombs throughout. And I'm, uh, pretty much a pervert? I think that explains it… We hope you enjoy it!

Edward

Twinkling lights up the driveway, smiling strangers filling the ground floor of the house, champagne flowing, cameras flashing, music blaring, some little bitch on the end of my cock.
Same shit, different day.

To the outside world, my life appears fucking perfect; The perfect family, perfect house, perfect girlfriend. But really, this family is only together due to necessity of appearance, what with my parents refusing to give up their untarnished image and admit that really, there are more skeletons in this closet than the local necrophiliac. The house is again, all just part of the image. My sister hates it, her girlfriend hates it, and so do I. Her girlfriend, who, might I add, is also my girlfriend. Confused? You should be. Oh, man, it's complicated.
Alice, my sister, is gay. And she truly does have the perfect girlfriend; she's beautiful, and they're in love. Fucking women. However, because of the 'family image', she can't come out properly. So to explain why Bella was always at our house, we said she was my girlfriend. Honestly, she's the best friend a guy could ask for, but nothing more.
So, the perfect life, when put under a microscope, isn't so perfect after all.

Yet I put up with it.
I love my parents, a hell of a lot, they've been there for me when nobody else was. When I was that fucked up quiet kid in kindergarten, they looked after me, and helped me. Then high school, when I had girls trying to fucking kill me for the shit I'd done to them, they sorted that out, too. In my father's words, "all the young ladies are crazy, they're clearly delusional, do you honestly think Edward would do that?"
And guess what? I fucking got away with it. No surprise, really. My father's a highly regarded surgeon, known throughout the country for being the top of the game. And my mother, a leading interior designer. I guess that explains why they have to hide their children's fuck-ups behind closed doors. They also have quite a way with words, so people tend to listen to them, and believe whatever bullshit they spout off.

Add being sick-ass rich to the mix, and you've got a community of kiss-asses, and girls willing to put themselves forward for an easy lay, throwing themselves at the chance they can make Edward Cullen settle down. Not a fucking chance.
The little bitch I mentioned earlier, the one on… yeah, you know the one I mean. Jessica Stanley. By far the easiest lay in this godforsaken town. Oh, didn't I mention that? Regardless of how sought after my father is, he chose to move to Bumfuck-Nowhere. A.K.A, Forks, Washington. Tiny place in the middle of nowhere, where it rains all the time, and the last time I saw a blue sky here was when I was 7. But my parents seem to like it, "it's scenic" they always told me. What's scenic about trees, trees, more trees, and the occasional nosy neighbour that tries to get in your business? I'd rather be in California. Sun, sea, and girls in bikinis.

"Edward!" A voice shouted from the room next door, Alice.
"What?" I shouted back my response. She knew I was in here, busy, what the fuck was so important that it couldn't wait until I was finished up here?
"Mom and Dad want you." She smiled, her head poking round the corner of my bedroom door.
"Fuck! Ali!" I exclaimed, as I attempted to pull the covers over the still bobbing head.
"Pshhhh," was her reply, paired with an eye-roll, "it's nothing I haven't seen before; like last week, with – oh, what was her name… - oh! Yeah, that Lauren girl." The head under the covers stilled for a second, before continuing, "Anyway, hurry the fuck up, blow your load, and get downstairs. They're impatient."
I nodded, before waving my hand to get Alice out, and leaning my head back again, my hand going to the back of the head under the cover.

Five minutes later, and I had descended down the stairs, back into the crowd of people milling around drunkenly in the living room, and headed into my father's study.
I raised my eyebrow as I sat down on the sofa, silently asking them what they wanted. My father saw this for what it was; my usual way of telling them that I had no need to waste words, and they shouldn't bother wasting their breath. He let out a small cough, clearing his throat, and began.
"Edward, son, you know we love you, yes?" he asked. I nodded. He knew better than to expect me to speak.
"Well, your mother and I thought it would be… beneficial, for you to, go and spend some time studying out of state. You always said you wanted to be a doctor, so we've arranged for you to go to the University of Texas, Medical Branch, in Galveston…"
I had to cut him off before he carried on this train of thought.
"Wait, wait, what? You're sending me to fucking Texas? So I can follow in your footsteps and be a doctor? Let me guess, when I'm done there, you want me to move to another Bumfuck town and work there, and have my own perfect little family, just like you?" I asked, irritated by his shallow mind, thinking I would be led so easily. He looked slightly taken aback by my outburst, and so he fucking well should!
"You're serious. You're actually, 100% real?" I asked him, my eyes wide; shocked that he would actually be planning that.
"You leave tomorrow. This was a leaving party, Edward." He calmly announced.
"I have no choice in the matter." I stated; I knew it was true, why bother turning the statement into a question, when I already knew the answer? "Well, fuck."
"We just, don't think it's healthy, your mother and I. Partying all the time, bring home one strange girl after the other. It's not good for you, Edward." He sighed, looking down to his lap, where his hand lay entwined with my mothers.
I stood up, dazed from the knowledge that I would really be leaving. Before I walked out of the room, I turned and looked to my parents.
"Will Alice be moving, too?" I asked, hopeful.
My father shook his head, "She still has a chance here, to finish out high school, grow out of her phase, and stick to the path she's so desperately clinging onto."
I snorted. Attractive? Not in the least. But seriously? The path she's so desperately clinging onto? The only thing Alice is clinging onto desperately, is her girlfriend, her family, and her sanity. Not some fucking imaginary path our parents planned for us before our actual conception.

Shoving the last shirt in my suitcase, Alice walked in the room, hand in hand with Bella.
"Ali, Bell, do me a favour? Sit on my suitcase so I can close it?" I asked, moving back so they could get in. I zipped up the case, and threw it on the floor after they moved. I then threw myself onto the bed, in the space my case had been.
"This is so fucked up," Bella's voice piped up from the edge of my bed.
"You're telling me," I sighed, before opening my arms to the girls, "Come on, I want snuggles before I have to leave you guys." I told them, before getting impatient and grabbing them, pulling them down to lay on the bed, hugging them close to me. "I'm really going to miss you two." I whispered into a neck – though whose hair was tickling my nose, I couldn't tell you.
"I'm going to miss you too, Eddie." Alice said, wrapping her little pixie arms around my neck, her face nestling in under my chin.
"Me too, Edward." Bella said, wrapping her arms around me, her head resting in the crook of my neck.

We stayed like that for a while, before the tension had to be broken, and as usual, it was me who did it.
"Come on then, enough of this soppy shit, I've got a whole bunch of country girls to fuck." I winked at them, laughing. None of us made any move to sit up, though, choosing instead to simply stay content where we were.

"Edward!" My mother's voice drifted up the stairs, "You have to leave now, if you're going to make it on time, sweetheart."
"Whoop-de-doo…" my voice was laced with sarcasm, and I reluctantly sat up, with both girls still latched onto me, and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. "Oh, come on, you won't miss me that much." I rolled my eyes and looked down at them, as they peered up from their spot under my chin.

I finally managed to pry them off me, and made my way downstairs with my suitcase.
"We'll have the rest of your cases shipped out there as soon as possible, we'll give you a few days to settle in before we bombard you with cases." My mom told me, her words sugar coated, in contrast to what I knew she was really feeling; Fucking ecstasy over my departure.

"We'll miss you!"
"Come home and visit soon!"
"Have fun, son!"
"Bye, baby!"

The sounds of my families voices faded as I pulled out of the driveway. The wind whipping through the window meant I had to close it before I caught some kind of a cold.

I savoured that time in the car; the few peaceful hours in my precious Volvo, with room to think, to really breath. Maybe it was a good idea, going to Texas. I'd be away from my sister, and Bella, but maybe a fresh start is just what I need. Make a name for myself outside of 'the Cullens'. This is my chance to be Edward, without constantly having to keep myself in check for my parents sakes.

I could make this work. I'm Edward mother fucking Cullen, of course I can make this work!

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