Well here is the first Chapter. I won't keep you by posting a ridiculously large author's note. Hope you enjoy!
I do not own any of the characters from Twilight but I do own the occasional new characters.
Chaos was everywhere today. Girls were crying, mascara bleeding from their eyes, making them look like raccoons. Boys were attempting the role of the knight in shining armor, but were only getting frustrated at the mascara blood staining their shirts. They weren't going to get a sympathy fuck if that's what they were thinking. The teachers and cops were trying to keep everyone in the gym, so we wouldn't see the damage that was caused in our halls. I turned the page in my book, trying to keep out their sniffling and focus on the literary masterpiece in front of me.
"Did you see what happened?" I glanced up and noticed that Jasper had sat down beside me, lighting up one of his cancer sticks before offering me the opportunity to inhale the cancerous smoke. I took the stick from him and placed it in my mouth, dragging the smoke into my mouth to fill my lungs with that slight high before passing it back to him. I blew the smoke out and returned to my book.
"No. I was in class when the cops came in and told us to quietly make our way into the gym. Someone probably hung themselves in the bathroom again." I chuckled before turning the page.
"You my dear, have a sick sense of humor." I do indeed have a sick sense of humor, but that was to be expected. I cringed when I heard a girl break out in the screeching song of the wild. One of the teachers and a cop rushed over to the girl to see what the hell her problem was. Of all the days to forget your headphones I chose this one. Her shrieks continued and my poor eardrums were on the verge of bleeding onto my black sweater.
"Gosh can they shut her the fuck up." Jasper groaned while tossing his finished stick onto the ground and mashing it with the tip of his black leather boot. I shrugged and finally closed the book and shoved it into my backpack.
"I wonder when they'll let us go. I haven't had lunch today and I could go for a hamburger and French fries right now." I rubbed my stomach and looked at the gym doors.
"I have a chicken aioli sandwich with an apple brandy butter dipping sauce for my vegetable and fruit medley."
"I love that you cook." I smiled as he fished around in his bag and pulled out three multi-colored containers. He handed me a purple one which I happily opened to reveal this mouthwatering sandwich. I grabbed one of the triangles and took a large bite and glared at him. "Oh god, this is delicious. I think we should move in together and you can just cook for me and I'll pay the rent. I believe that's a good compromise." I said while continuing my destruction of this holy sandwich.
"Thanks doll face, but you should try the dipping sauce next." He opened the two remaining containers. He grabbed a celery stick and a spoon to spread a generous portion on the vegetable. I grabbed the celery and took a bite before letting out a low moan.
"My goodness, I can taste the brandy, but it's not overwhelming." I finished the celery stick as well as the sandwich before giving Jasper his containers back. My stomach was satisfied and now I just wanted to get the hell out of the gym. We were in the gym for about two hours more than the last time someone committed suicide here so something big must have happened. I looked towards the bottom of the bleachers where I saw Avery rushing towards us.
"Oh my gosh you guys, did you hear what happened?" Her pale face was as red as her hair as she struggled to catch her breath. Her long red hair which she usually kept salon style ready was wet and plastered to her forehead.
"Well I thought that maybe someone decided to hang themselves in the bathroom again, but this is taking a lot longer than last time." I said while glancing at my cracked black nail polish.
"No, that's not even close. You remember Mike from junior high?"
"Yeah, I saw him in first perio…oh no, please tell me nothing bad happened to him. He already has a shitty home life and the assholes here weren't making it any better." She sighed while wiping her face.
"Well it turns out that he cornered Edward in the locker room because he heard that Edward was the reason why he lost his full ride scholarship to Harvard, so he…" She stopped and let out a small sob before I reached over and gave her an encouraging squeeze. I was graced with a small smile as she pulled herself together. "Mike poured some of that body spray that the guys drown themselves in over Edward and he set him on fire. Emmett was in the shower, but when he heard Edward scream he rushed out and saw Mike pull out a gun and shoot himself. Blood was everywhere, but Emmett had to rush to get Edward in the shower. That's what's taking them so long. There was so much blood." She whispered the last part as she hugged her knees to her body.
"Wait, how did you know that there was a lot of blood? Did Emmett tell you that?" She shook her head as a fresh batch of tears descended down her face.
"He called me and told me to come to the boys' locker room and when I got there I heard his screams and rushed to the showers. That's when I saw how bad the burns were. From what I could see, the skin on his left side was burned off. Emmett called me because of my internships at the hospital and he was hoping that we covered deep burns. He then went on to explain that he heard Mike accuse Edward of losing his full ride but thought nothing of it. He has been beating himself up over the fact that he could have possibly prevented what happened." She stopped talking again and laid her head on her arms and I watched as her body convulsed as she tried to keep her sobs quiet. I moved over to her and wrapped my arms and held her. And people say that Mondays were boring.
~ASLA~
After spending five hours in the gym, the cops began releasing us one row at a time and letting us get our stuff so we could leave the school. This whole process took about three hours and we were finally able to leave this place. They made an announcement, cancelling classes for the remainder of the week after the mandatory school assembly tomorrow. I grabbed my backpack and purse and made my way out to my car where Jasper was waiting.
"Emmett came for Avery because the police needed a statement from her. Turns out, the reason why Edward is stable is because Avery treated his burns as much as she could. She saved his life." That was Avery for you. "Did you want to hang out or do you need to get home?" I cringed before rummaging through my backpack to find my phone. I clicked the home button on my IPhone and noticed that it was already five and I had seven missed messages from my mom and twelve missed messages from my dad. Shit.
"Uh, I have to get home. I wasn't able to tell my parents what happened and they have been calling my phone so they are going to be pissed." I bit my lip before waving bye to Jasper and rushed to get into my car. I thanked the gods that there was no traffic and was able to make it home in fifteen minutes. I entered the code into the keypad and pulled into the circular driveway. I hit the garage door opener and pulled into my parking spot and turned off the car. I took a deep breath and grabbed my things and opened the door. Maybe if I'm really quiet I could sneak upstairs and skip dinner.
"Where the hell have you been?" I cringed and turned to find my dad standing in the doorway giving me a death glare.
"There was an incident at school and they kept us in the gym. One of the students tried to kill another student and then took his own life." Surely they can't be upset. Just when I thought that, my mother came in wearing a purple bikini top and some daisy dukes.
"Oh, so the little skank decided to grace us with her presence." She sauntered over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. She gave me a glare before taking a small sip from the bottle and chunking it at me. I moved out of the way before attempting to make my way of the stairs.
"Pick that shit up. You think you can be some fucking freeloader and leave your shit on the floor?" My dad shouted while crossing his rather large arms over his equally massive chest. I dropped my things on the floor and picked up the now empty bottle of water and went to toss it in the trash. I tried to keep a distance from the both of them but I ended up being closer to my mom whom smacked me across the cheek. I bit my lip as I felt the sting throughout my body.
"I'm sick of you always being fucking disrespectful. And what the fuck is with your clothes? Afraid the boys will see your fat hanging from some fashionable clothes?" I kept quiet because she was in her medium mood. My mother has three different levels of angry; the low mood is where she is constantly calling me names, the medium mood involves her calling me names and hitting me which could lead to her high level which involves me going to the basement. I try to keep to myself so she could stay at her low level, but I had to be careful when she is in her medium mood because one wrong word and that could send her to the high and me spending a week in the basement.
"Fucking clean this mess up and go to your room. I'll be there to talk to you in a few minutes." There was the wicked gleam in his eyes and I felt the blood drain out of my face. I grabbed a kitchen towel from the cabinet and mopped up the water before taking it to the laundry room. I grabbed my things and took them upstairs to my room. I changed out of my black jeans and put on my black yoga pants and sat on my bed and waited. I sat there staring at the door, waiting for him to come in and get it over with. As I waited, I glanced around my room and sighed. My walls were painted an ugly bright pink with lime green polka dots, courtesy of my mother. She knew I despised pink, but insisted that I started acting more like a girl. I figured I was girly enough. I wore nail polish even if it was mostly black and or dark purple. My jet black hair was always washed and in a ponytail and my clothes were always black and two sizes too big. Hmm I see what she was talking about, but that bitch was just saying that to make me feel bad. I yanked the ponytail holder out of my hair and tossed it on the dresser, letting the long black waves fall down to the middle of my back.
"You should wear your hair down more often." I cringed as I was unaware that he was standing in the doorway staring at me. He had this predatory look in his eyes as they raked slowly up and down my body. He stepped into my room and closed the door behind him. "Your mother went for a jog with Mrs. Volturi from down the street, so she won't be back for a while." He began unzipping his pants and then dropped them on the floor. The size of his cock always took me by surprise. It was long and slightly thick with a little curve that sadly always hit that little bundle of nerves that made me cum instantly. I bit my lip before walking over to him and dropping to my knees. He then smacked me in the face with his cock. "Take off your shirt and bra." I did as I was told and pulled off my black shirt and simple white bra. I hated taking off my bra because my chest was too large and the girls were always uncomfortable to deal with. I grabbed the base of his cock and slowly wrapped my lips around the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that was already leaking from the head. He groaned before gently pushing his cock inch by inch into my mouth. That was the one thing that shocked me about him. He was always rough and cruel in front of my mother but when we were intimate he changed into this gentle and caring man.
Not, that this shit wasn't fucked up, but I know it could be a lot worse. I began a slow pace moving my lips up and down while licking the underside of his cock. His moans were low and I knew he was waiting until he was on the verge of cumming down my throat before he started to fuck my mouth. "Gosh, baby girl your fucking mouth feels amazing on my cock. Do you like having Daddy's big cock in your mouth?" I moaned around him, half of it was the fucked up enjoyment of him talking dirty to me and the other half out of disgust when he addressed himself. Shit, I know you're my damn dad and I don't need a reminder while my mouth is wrapped around your dick. I pulled away while continuing to stroke him. He was upset by the sudden loss of my mouth.
"Are you close? Because I don't want you to cum down my throat. I need you to cum on my face." The frown slowly morphed into a grin when he pushed my head back on his dick and began fucking my mouth with such force that I felt the tears spill from my eyes.
"Oh shit, baby girl. I love watching my dick disappear in that hot mouth of yours. Shit, I'm close." I closed my eyes as my traitorous hand slipped into my yoga pants and then my panties. I began rubbing my clit at a furious pace when he groaned and pulled out, releasing his cum all over my face. The hot spurts of liquid kept coming out of his cock and I felt it as it dripped from my face and onto my chest. He gave me a small smile before yanking my hand out of my panties and sucking his fingers into his mouth. I could only watch as he licked my fingers clean before dropping my hand and picking up his pants from around his ankles.
"I suggest you get cleaned up before your mother comes in here." And then he left. I quickly grabbed my discarded shirt and bra and walked into my bathroom and looked at the mirror.
My name is Isabella Marie Stewart and my foster father has been fucking me ever since I was 12 years old.
~ASLA~
Black.
Darkness.
Pain.
Hatred.
Guilt.
Shame.
My name is Edward Masen Cullen and Mike Newton should have succeeded in ending my life today.
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