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Author's Note: First I'd like to thank my amazing beta HappyMess who really helped me with all of this!
This story is very much based upon Lolita Pille's Hell. It's not mine, so please don't sue. This is All-Human and very much OOC. For those who are easily upset, don't read: it deals with sex, drugs, alcohol, abortion and all those sensitive subjects. If you review (and I hope you do), please don't tell me abortion is wrong or that abortion is murder because it pisses me off to no end. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion but I don't have to listen to yours if I don't like it, so please abstain.
Hell
~ Bella ~
I haven't introduced myself yet. My parents named me Isabella. Bella for short. I always hated that name. The name of a nice and well-liked girl I am not. So, I renamed myself. My name is Hell. It's just fate.
I drink too much. I party all the time. I have no real friends. I have more money that you can ever dream of having. I fuck a different guy every night. I want nothing out of life. I wait for nothing.
I'm different because I'm lucid. I know I'm as fucked up as the world I live in. What's the point in hoping for change? I play my part and I play it well.
Tonight, we dine at Maxim's and when I arrive, late as usual, everyone is at the table. Victoria is talking about the club she went to last night and the guy she blew in the bathroom.
"…then, we ran into Edward. He was here with Jasper. He is so hot! It's too bad he's completely insane." Victoria said drinking from her Bellini Martini.
"Who's Edward?" I ask as I sit down and order the lobster.
The table turns silent and everyone looks at me.
"You mean you don't know Edward Masen Cullen?" says Victoria in a superior voice. "He's the man that every girl wants and that no one will ever get."
"Why?"
"Because he's completely mad, that's why!" Alice answers. "I've heard stories from Jasper. He's done things to some girls. Unbelievable. So, he's with this girl Jessica and he tells her he can't get hard, that he needs a precise context to get a hard-on. This slut promises him to do anything he wants as long as he fucks her. He tells her he's into bondage and ties her up to the radiator. Then, he goes down to get some cigarettes and on the way, he meets Jasper who's going to Vegas."
"And?"
"And he went to Vegas. He left her there tied up to the radiator where the maid found her two days later completely naked."
I can't believe it! I love it!
We end up at a club where I drink myself into oblivion. Around 4am, Victoria and I are in the streets walking and drinking champagne when a familiar Aston Martin comes up to us. The window rolls down.
"You want a ride?" he asks and Victoria looks like she's seen a ghost but I suppose it's because she's going to puke soon.
I don't even think about it, I get into the car and we drive away at an illegal speed.
"What's your name?" he asks but I have the feeling he already knows how I am.
"My name is Hell"
"I should have guessed," he says. "My name's Edward. Cullen. Edward Cullen."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard it right the first time."
I suddenly understand Victoria's face when she saw me get into his car.
"I've got a bad reputation, haven't I?" he continues.
"If only you knew."
He doesn't say it right away. He waits for a few minutes and then turns toward me.
"You've got a bad reputation too," he says with a smirk.
"I know." Pause. "Where are you taking me?"
"We're going to eat."
He takes me to a little jazz club which serves food as well. Fever is being covered by the orchestra which accompanies the blond singer whose velvety voice echoes in the room. He orders the salmon and a bottle of their most expensive French Champagne and I order a cheeseburger and some fries. Let's stay simple for once. I light up a cigarette and take a long drag. He does the same. We smoke the same brand. It makes me smile.
We stay silent for a long time, looking at each other, smoking our cigarettes and enjoying the sultry music.
"What do you do apart from crying in the street and getting drunk in bars?"
"Sometimes, I cry in bars as well."
He smiles at me and our food is here.
"How's Jessica doing?"
He's grinning at me and I can't help but liking him a bit more for that.
"I heard she got out of the handcuffs alright. Not that I care."
"Are you gay?"
"No" he chuckles.
"Impotent?"
"Nope."
"Do you have mommy issues?"
"You're such a bitch, aren't you?" he says smiling.
"Do I have to take that as a compliment?"
"Yeah you do. I'm a jerk. And the jerk is the alter ego of the bitch."
"How do you define a jerk?"
"A jerk is someone who's always infuriating people. I've got it down to an art. A lifestyle."
"How do you infuriate people?"
"You've got to have no shame, take nothing seriously and make fun of everything. And I like to persecute all these little cunts who think everything is owed to them just because they're pretty. I'm just making them understand that the world does not revolve around them."
He's me. He is. I feel like I'm hearing myself talk. I'm under his spell.
"You know what? We're going to play a game! It's called repeat after me."
He just smiles crookedly at me.
"I've got absolutely no game with girls apart from tying them up to the radiator."
"I've got absolutely no game with girls apart from tying them up to the radiator," he repeats after me with a chuckle.
"I want to fuck you" I say.
"I want to fuck you," he repeats, a smile on his lips and his eyes darkening.
"Really?"
"Really." he repeats and it's not a question.
"We're going to your place." I say as I down my drink in one swig.
I get up and take his hand into mine to make him get up as well and I steer him outside. We go to his car and we're driving to his place. Watching him change gears is a huge turn on and I can't wait to fuck him.
He opens the door to his apartment for me. Who knew that the guy who ties girls up can also be a gentleman?
"It's huge," I say.
He takes my jacket and takes off his. He guides me toward the bar and serves me vodka on the rocks. My cell phone rings and when I get it out of my purse to answer it, he grabs it and throws it on the couch.
He presses himself closer to me and starts to kiss my shoulder. Wet and hot kisses which make me hot and wet. He kisses my mouth, slipping his tongue in my mouth. He strokes, he dances, he flicks, he sucks and I moan. His hands caress my breasts with forceful movements; he lowers them to my hips, stroking the skin there and finally he cups my ass, kneading it firmly. He grabs my ass with more force and presses me closer to him and I feel his erection. No problem to get hard apparently. He makes me wrap my legs around his waist and carries me to the pool table on which he lays me.
"Is it true what they say about you?" I ask.
"You mean about Jessica?"
"Yeah, for starters."
"Yeah it's true. This cunt would have done anything to have me. She was willing to do everything. It doesn't work like that. And it's not like I forced her to do anything. If she could have, she would have tied herself up."
He grins and he tries to kiss me again but I push him away with a coy smile.
"I've done worse if you think this shit is funny."
"Like with Jessica's friend Lauren. I told her the same bullshit. That I could only get hard under some conditions. I asked her to go with two guys in a bathroom, and I told her that it would turn me on to watch her with some guys. She went right in for it. She never questioned me or said anything. It disgusted me so I left her there to get fucked by two guys. Are you afraid? Are you disappointed? Does it bother you?"
"No. As long as you don't do it to me."
"I think I don't have to worry about that. You drive me crazy."
He kisses me again. Deep and frenzied and I grow wet. I wrap my legs around him again and he carries me to his bedroom. We fall on the bed and I take off my shirt. He takes off his and I unbuckle his pants. His erection is still hard and I see it tent his boxers. He sees what I'm trying to do and gets out of his jeans and his boxers. He's naked and erect in front of me and I notice that his right arm is completely tattooed: from shoulder to wrist.
I put his cock to my mouth and suck the head. He moans and groans and says my name and I continue to suck him deeper in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. I stroke him with my hands and tongue and his hands go in my hair and stroke it. I look at him through my lashes and I see him staring at me like he wants to eat me. I stop and start kissing his muscled stomach. I lick his navel and carry on licking higher. I suck on his nipples and on his neck.
"Bella…Bella… Fuck…"
"Don't call me Bella" I say as I kiss his lips and start sucking on the tip of his tongue. I buck my hips against his erection and he groans some more. Even through my jeans, the friction of his hard length against my crotch is eliciting delicious tingling sensations in me.
He rolls me under him and takes off my bra. He kisses my breasts, sucking on the nipples. The feeling alone makes my head spin. It's hot and wet and so fucking good. I want him so much. His mouth is still making me moan when his hands unzip my jeans and slip them off. He wastes no time and puts his hand in my panties.
He knows where to go and rubs my clit in circular movements. I scream and I buck my hips for more. His fingers play at my soaking wet entrance and enter me. My legs quiver and I clutch his shoulders, my nails making him bleed.
"Please, please… Fuck me. Edward, please."
His fingers gently pump in and out of me. He's making me work for it. His fingers go deep and slow and I'm going mad with want. His fingers curl perfectly inside me and hit that sweet spot every time they enter. When I start to scream, his fingers thrust hard and fast and I plead him to fuck me already.
He's kissing my neck and I feel him grinning against my skin. His hand goes to his nightstand drawer and comes out with a condom. He tears the wrapper and quickly puts it on. I grasp his length and pump him a few times before guiding him inside me.
"Oh fuck God… YES!" I whimper.
"Hell, yes."
The first thrust is the better. I don't want to go slow and my hands grab his ass to press him deeper inside me. He pumps in and out of me and my screams go louder and louder. He lifts my legs on his shoulders and I groan when he goes even deeper.
"Edward… YES… FUCK… YES… So close…"
"Fuck yes. Hell… Hell… So warm, so wet for me… So fucking good…"
His thrusting becomes frenzied and I feel him getting close as well. He grips my hips harder and sucks on my tongue. He's losing control.
"Harder, Edward. Fuck me harder"
He goes in and out of harder than before, totally losing himself in me. Our skin slaps wetly together and I feel myself falling toward the edge. Edward's hand goes to my wet clit and rubs it lazily and my legs start to quiver and my walls tighten on his cock.
"FUCK… YES… YES… YES… GOD FUCK…" I chant.
I clutch his shoulders as I come hard milking his cock. He rocks into me in a few rough thrusts and he releases inside me with a growl.
He falls on me and I stroke his hair. We're sweaty and out of breath. His head is on my breasts and he lazily kisses them.
"You're so good. So fucking good" he whispers against my skin.
"You too" I say.
We stay like this for a few minutes and he rolls off of me and gets up to dispose of the condom. I'm so exhausted that I don't even hear him come back. I'm already asleep.
When I wake up, Edward is asleep. He's even more handsome when he's asleep. I take the time to study his sleeve tattoo: Japanese flowers and Japanese samurais and geishas. It's very colorful: blue, green, pink, purple, orange and red. The whole is very beautiful and quite poetic. I get up and hunt down my clothes. I lightly graze the warm skin of his shoulders with my fingers before leaving.
I spit in the face of love. I hate its fakeness. What we commonly call love is only the comforting alibi of the union of a pervert and a slut in order to hide the awfulness of solitude. I've built up walls of cynicism. My heart is immured. Love is all that Humanity has found in order to alienate the post-coïtum depression, to justify fornication and to strengthen orgasms.
But Edward. Edward Masen Cullen. I've got him under my skin and I hate him for it.
I put on a pair of Gucci jeans and a navy Jean-Paul Gaultier t-shirt. I slip into my Christian Louboutin pumps and grab my Chloé handbag. I'm in a bad mood. I've lost my cell phone last night and I have no idea where I put it. I'm meeting up with Rose in five minutes.
"I know I'm late" I say as I sit down at her table.
She already ordered for me and she starts talking about the party she was at last night.
"I met this guy last night and I fucked him on the couch. You'll never guess who he is: Emmett McCarty. He's such a fucking sex god on top of being filthy rich. I think I might like him"
Rose is the only one of us who doesn't do drugs. She wants to get married and have a lot of children. Not because it's what is expected out of her but because she loves kids, believe it or not. Now she enjoys her youth: she parties, she drinks, she fucks a lot of different guys but in the end, she still believes she'll have her happy ending.
"Good for you" I answer, not really interested.
"I heard you went home with Edward Cullen last night."
"Victoria?"
"Yep! You're here so I have to assume he didn't leave you tied up to his bed."
"We fucked. It's no big deal." I shrug.
We eat and we make small talk for over an hour when Rose's phone rings.
"You're calling me, Hell" she says to me with a grin and pointing to the screen on her Blackberry.
"Hello?" she answers. "Yeah this is Rose. Aaaaah, Edward, how are you doing? I'm more than fine thank you for asking. Yeah, yeah, she's right in front of me."
She hands me the phone with a grin.
"Yeah?"
"You took off pretty fast last night." His voice is husky. "Did you leave your phone on purpose to make sure I'll call you?"
"No, you were the one who threw it on the couch if you remember correctly. I'd like to have it back."
"You had three missed calls. All from a 'Shithead'. Who is he?"
"My banker," I lie, "How do I get it back?"
"Where are you?"
"At Chandelle having lunch with Rose."
"I'm coming to get you."
Ten minutes later, Edward gets out of his car to open the door for me. I climb in and turn on the radio to fill up the silence.
"What do you want to do?" he asks me.
"I want my cell phone back."
He digs into the pockets of his Diesel jeans and he hands me my phone.
"Now, what do you want to do?" he reiterates.
"I don't know."
The rest of the ride is spent in silence but the sexual tension could be cut with a knife. I notice he's brought me back to his place. When I enter his apartment, it seems bigger than last night. He helps me get out of my Gautier jacket and guide me toward his room.
I never noticed that he's got a huge flat screen in front of his bed. He turns me towards him and kisses me. It's slow and deep and his hands encircle my waist to press me against him. I fist my hands into his hair and pull hard on it. He groans in my mouth and strokes my tongue with his in a more aggressive way.
"Let's watch a movie" he says after pulling out of the kiss.
He puts a DVD into the player and snuggles against me on his bed. His arm is around my shoulder and he gently strokes my arm, my head is in the crook of his neck and my hand is on his thigh caressing him through the fabric.
We spend the afternoon and the whole night watching movies and talking. About our favorite books, our favorite bands, our favorites restaurants in Paris, in New York, in San Francisco. We agree on most things. We make out and we fuck and I feel like I'm living in another world. A world in which a bitch and a jerk might be falling in love.
End Note: Hey people! First, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, it really meant a lot to me. I've haven't replied to everyone yet but I will by the time I post the next chapter! I also would like to thank the 22 people who favorited this story and the 49 who put it on their story alert! I'm simply amazed! This is great! I won't update until Tuesday because I'm going to Manchester for the weekend and that means no internet. Anyhow, I hope you liked this chapter!