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I'm sorry, life got kinda hectic, even after midterms, and for some reason, I just kept editing things out and putting things in...and Christ! I couldn't seem to make up my mind =(
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"So this is love, mmmhmm mmmhmm, so this is looooovvvvveeeee! So thiiiis is what makes liiiife divine! I'm all a glow, mhmm mhmm. And now I knowwww…AND NOW I KNOWWW."
I snorted as she lowered her voice, imitating Prince Charming.
God, I just had to see this shit.
Standing up from my bed, I walked over to the door and peaked out. Pursing my lips together, I tried like all hell to hold onto my laughter as she continued to sing, standing up on my couch while she swayed her hips, clinging onto my pillow, looking at it all magically and…
'In love.'
Is this chick ser—
"My heart has wings, mmmhmm mmmhmm, and I can flyyyyyyyy. I'll tooooouch every starrr in the skyyyy—yahhhhh!"
My eyes widened before I lifted my hand and placed it over my mouth quickly, not able to stop the gasp that left me.
Her little feet?
Definitely up in the air.
Just swaying side to side along with the hums that the TV was playing, as she continued singing…
Like what I just saw, didn't happen.
No lie, people…
She could seriously be my entertainment for many hours…
And I'd be content.
Clearing my throat, I lowered my hand and placed it against the door frame. "Piggy, you still alive out there?"
"Yes!" she screamed, her voice muffled. I grinned as she stood up quickly, running over to the table before she snatched the remote, pausing the movie. "I fell off of the couch but I'm alive!"
"Any injuries?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No blood, No foul!" she yelled in some unfocused way, her attention on the TV as she rewound the movie before putting it back to the part where Cinderella was getting ready to dance with her Prince Charming.
I rolled my eyes as I lowered my head, shaking it.
Edward was the only dip-wad teaching her shit like 'no blood, no foul.'
It seems as if little girls can't be around that fool for one minute.
Turning around, I headed back over to my bed and picked up my jeans that were laid out there. "I'll be out in a sec, try to be careful, yeah?"
"So this is love, mmmhmm mmmhmm, so this is looooovvvvveeeeee!"
I pulled my jeans up my legs and hips with a grin before I took a seat. Picking up my cell phone, I flipped it open and dialed the number that was stored on redial for the past week.
"Hey this is Mark, sorry I can't get to the phone right now, just leave me a message and I'll get back to you when I can."
"Hey Mark, it's me, Marie. I mean, no…not Marie. I forgot, we already talked about that. You know, how I had to make up a na—uh...yeah, that's not Important. Bella. Bella's my name. Well…not Bella's, like in plural. There's only one of me. Okay, I'm sure that there's more than one Bella, so, don't think that I'm trying to act like I'm one of a kind. What I mean is that my name is Bella…but of course, you know that already, yeah?"
And I paused.
Remained silent for about thirty seconds.
I guess that I was waiting for his goddamn voicemail to answer me.
Shaking my head at myself, I groaned internally before talking again. "I'm uh—just calling to see if you're alright. I haven't heard from you this past week…getting a little worried…"
And then I laughed…
Like, obnoxiously loud.
I grimaced before I slapped my hand over my mouth.
There was no doubt in my mind, that as soon as he heard the sound that came out of my mouth, which pretty much imitated a crying cat, that he would definitely rush over here and save his kid.
Leaving voicemails to people who I hardly talked to in the first place, always made me nervous for some reason.
As you can obviously see.
"I kind of have your kid," I told him after uncovering my mouth, "but, uh—I didn't steal her. I repeat…I did not steal her. I am no kidnapper or kid snatcher or…pedophile. Definitely not a pedophile. I mean, like Christ! Can you imagine? Me touching little kids? Yeah, RIGHT. Totally not my style. Can I get an Amen! Wait, lets uh…scratch that, I am not religious. Don't think that I in any way, shape, or form…hang out with priests, cause I don't."
My jaw dropped as I caught up to what I was saying.
Please don't tell me that I just told Lilly's Pop that I wasn't involved in pedophile activity? That I actually voiced that shit, to a parent, whose kid was currently in my hands.
Well, Christ. Not technically in my hands.
Okay…this conversation is highly inappropriate.
And, I do not like any form of inappropriate-ness…
Especially when it involves little kids.
Just letting it out there.
…
I really wouldn't blame him for calling the authorities…
After he, of course, called around and took observations on different jail houses that did and did not house midgets…not wanting to send me to a place where I could possibly mistake them as children.
Smacking my forehead, I continued. "It's not a big deal though, Piggy is cool. I'm just, you know, wondering if you kind of left the country. I mean, if you did, it's all good in the hood, just uh, watch what you eat and drink. You always hear those stories about people who come back home with a mad case of diarrhe—"
Really, Bella?
Really?
I cleared my throat before trying again. "Yeah, uh, scratch that. Just call me or whatever when you get a chance. But—wait, don't scratch that completely…I'm just saying, nothing is worse than coming home with your anus on fire."
…
Anus on fire!
Lord help me.
"Wow," I mumbled, closing my eyes, "I definitely didn't call you to talk about kidnappers, pedophiles, or anal scorching. Just…uh…give me a call as soon as you can. Bye."
Hanging up my phone, I ran my hand down my face.
Message aside, now I was starting to get worried.
Watching Piggy was nothing really, I mean, the kid was Golden.
There were only a few things that I found, kind of…
Off.
First of all, the kiddo was out there, living the princess dream with her pillow version of Prince Charming…in a tutu.
Oh yes, people…
A fucking tutu.
I mean…
Is this some kind of a new fashion statement with kids these days?
Don't get me wrong, the Piggy looked fucking adorable, as per usual…
But I had to squash that shit and force a hoodie over her head.
I also may have added a baseball cap to top it off…
And, wiped away the red lipstick that was smeared across her goddamn seven year old lips…that mind you, Pix gave her.
I mean, c'mon.
Red lipstick, though?
Now, as you all know…
Its not an uncommon fact that I'm hip…
Down wit' it…
And Jiggy.
Not individually…combined.
I could do lip gloss.
But the stick?
'Yeah, no. Had to go.'
Rhyme and all that jazz.
If a fashion statement is what the pip-squeak was looking for, let's do the damn thing right, yeah?
Okay, so dressing aside, there was also the food issue.
And by food issue I mean that the little tutu wearer, highly enjoyed the shit…
Which is again, golden.
Who likes a midget who can't eat, right?
But said tutu—red—mini hooker—lipstick wearer, didn't enjoy food like a normal person would enjoy food.
Oh no.
She ate too…
I don't know...
Fucking delicately?
She was just abnormally neat with everything.
Example?
The Pigster liked to cut up her food all nice and…proper—like, into individual little goddamn pieces.
Christ.
I mean, who did that now a days?
Let's take a second and think about this rationally, shall we?
Mouth? Check.
Tongue? Got it.
Oh my shit, would you look at that…
Teeth!
Now, what I'm about to ask you, isn't a tricky question.
It's actually pretty easy to answer, so no thinking caps are required.
Put them aside, store them away for another day.
What do you think that teeth's goddamn purpose are?
TO FUCKING USE THEM!
No need to cut the food up beforehand, just chew the motherfucker.
I mean, we're not considered animalistic for nothing…
Am I right, or am I right?
Eat the shit the way that it came out, you dig?
And, oh God…
Piggy always, and I mean always, took her sweet young time.
Just savoring all of her individual little cut up, proper—like pieces, all nice and slow…and in some kind of a calm manner.
Obviously, I needed to stop that shit…
And ASAP.
After all, I can't have the kid getting made fun of by her peers when she goes back to school…
And it's a serious situation, in my opinion.
Another thing aside from the un-godly human-ish way that she prepared her food…Piggy also liked ketchup on her mashies.
Mmhmm.
Fucking ketchup. On mash potatoes.
Tell me about it.
But shit, worse than that…she absolutely loves soggy bread.
Like, loves…soggy…bread.
Can you make me gag any goddamn harder?
Moving on…
Piggy has this obsession with Disney movies.
And Christ, I get it…kids and their Disney movies, can't touch it.
Copy, over and goddamn out.
But for this chick, she couldn't just watch the shit.
Oh no.
She needed cooperative company…
And with that company, she needed to explain said Disney movie.
Every…
Little…
Single…
Analytical…
Detail.
It's not that I mind sitting down with her, not at all.
But hey, lets you know, sit down, listen and enjoy the movie…
Without acting out every scene, and talking through it the whole time.
I mean, she had the shit organized to a T, and in essay form.
It was ridiculous…and in my opinion, highly un-Disney.
Other than her horrendous mushy likin' eating habits, and obsession with descriptive, informative—but not really, Disney movies…
She was good.
Woke up and slept, no problem.
Showered independently, fucking A.
Cleaned up after herself, check.
The thing that was irking me was that her Pop said that he would be back the next day after he dropped her off at my place that night.
And I mean, alright, maybe he got held up…
But it wasn't like him to not show up, or call me, or answer my calls.
I just hope that he's alright, because if not, I didn't know who the hell to turn to. It's not like I knew any other relatives other than his ex, a dead beat 'mom.'
And there was no way that I was stooping that low.
I'd much rather run a knife strait through my Achilles tendon, slicing the bitch in half, than turning Piggy over to her responsibility. If that means that the little Princess has to stay with me for a while…
Then so be it.
I'd deal.
I was interrupted from my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ringing. Standing up, I walked over to my bedside table and turned the light off. Walking through my room, I yelled out as I headed out towards the hallway. "Piggy, you better not answer that door without me!"
I heard her little footsteps as I shut the door behind me. She took a hold of my hand and pulled me through the hallway. "Oh! Maybe it's daddy," she whispered in excitement, looking over her shoulder.
I smiled as we entered the living room. "You think?"
She nodded as she pulled me up to the front door. Standing in back of me, she pushed my hand towards the knob, so that I could unlock it.
"What are you waiting for, open it, Bella!"
I rolled my eyes at her demand as I unlocked the door, standing back a little bit as I pulled it open.
James.
Leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest.
Smirking at me menacingly.
When I saw him push himself away from the wall, I quickly shut the door before locking it with one single thought in mind.
The money.
I completely forgot about the shit.
And, I'm sure that Edward did too, seeing as to how the subject was never brought up again after that night.
I looked down when I felt Piggy tugging on my hand. "Who was it?"
Ignoring her question, I pointed towards the hallway. "Go into my room and close the door behind you, okay?"
She looked over her shoulder and shook her head as she met my eyes again. "But it's dark in there," she whispered.
Internally, I groaned. Grabbing a hold of her hand with a forced smile, I led us through the living room and into the hallway, pulling her with me. "I'll turn on the lights, no worries."
"Okay," she mumbled in a whisper, her gaze on the front door as she looked over her shoulder, to where James decided that me slamming the door in his face meant that it was cool for him to start knocking.
Walking into my bedroom, I let go of her hand before I turned the light on. I walked over to the front of the room and hit the power button on the TV before hitting the play button on my DVR, letting Finding Nemo fill the screen.
Piggy screeched as she jumped onto my bed, clapping her hands.
I looked over my shoulder as I stood up and snorted when the chick grabbed my pillow and placed it under her head, getting comfortable.
"ESCAP-EEE!"
I cleared my throat as I walked over to the end of the bed. Placing my hands over my hips, I blocked her view, ready for cooperation.
She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.
I raised my own, cocking my head to the side.
She rolled her eyes.
I scrunched my eyebrows together as I placed my arms across my chest. "What did I tell you about giving me attitude, Pigster?"
"Ms. Bella has a belt and isn't afraid to use it, should a smaller person give her a reason to," she replied, bored, placing her arms across her chest as she looked up at the ceiling.
"Do you remember what those reasons were?"
"Eyeballs that roll," she started, "eyebrows that reach the forehead…"
"Keep going," I whispered with a nod.
She closed her eyes, keeping them hidden from me.
I pursed my lips, knowing that she was rolling them.
"Eating soggy bread in your presents."
"Presence," I corrected.
"Presents," she continued, opening her eyes as she nodded like that's what I said, bitch. "And last but not least, red lipstick."
I nodded, satisfied. "You stay in here until I tell you to come out, Lilly."
"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, imitating my dear friend J as she grabbed onto the blanket and pulled it up her body.
Turns out that Edward wasn't the only one who Piggy spent time with.
Hey, leader of the free world!
Yeah, I'm talking to you, Obama.
So check it...
Before you wreck it.
It seems as if we have a serious situation in our hands.
An epidemic of some sort…
That is rapidly spreading, infecting our kids with its poison.
In my opinion, leaving any man alone with a child…
Presents itself with a disadvantage.
That disadvantage being danger.
Now, hold the phone…there is no need for congress, world-boss man.
As a matter of fact, let's keep them out of this one.
You and me baby? We ain't nothing but mammals, so you know, let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel…
By illegalizing the shit.
And if a man decides to be a rebel and break that law, coming in close proximity with a child, acting like he's 'too cool for school…'
Punishment should be in order.
And in terms of punishment, I tend to think out of the box.
Taking away their video games? Childs play.
High pressure vacuuming their eyeballs out of their sockets? Eh.
Jamming a spiked tree branch up their anus? Hand slap.
Beheading? Negative.
Lets just cut to the chase.
The death penalty, now that, seems justifiable.
Dramatic, I know…
But it's for the safety of our kids, Barack.
You know, I'm just laying it out there.
I'll give you some time to think about it.
Just marinate in the shit for a while and taste it afterwards.
I bet your little ass that you'll ask for seconds.
"I'm going to close the door behind me but I'll be in the living room, so no worries," I told her, heading to my door. Looking over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes at the chick. "Remember pip-squeak…you're not a fish, and you can not swim. No imitating Dory. If I find my bed soaked from you turning it into an ocean, you're in trouble."
She lifted her hand and shooed me away, keeping her eyes on the TV screen as she sucked in her cheeks, her lips out, imitating a fish.
Well.
Goddamn.
Don't mind me, mini hookah.
Stepping out into the hallway, I closed the door behind me and made my way towards the living room. Before I reached the door, I gritted my teeth as the knocking got louder with every pound. Unlocking it, I placed my hoodie over my head as I pulled the door open.
"I don't appreciate you slamming the door on my face," James stated with his arms across his chest.
I placed my hands against the door frame, not wanting him to think I was welcoming him to just come the fuck in. "Well, I don't appreciate your goddamn existence, but you don't see me coming to your place and telling you that shit."
"I didn't know that you moved out on your own," he said, grinning as he pushed me aside and walked through the door way. I looked over my shoulder as he looked around the room with a nod of approval. "I like it. Very nice."
I turned around and placed my hands inside of my pockets after I shut the door. "Listen, I know why you're here." He raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry that I made you think that you had to come all this way, but can I just drop the money off to you tomorrow?"
He laughed as he placed his arms across his chest, cocking his head to the side. "And, why would you need to give me the money tomorrow, shouldn't you have it here?"
Well, I should.
As a matter of fact, if Edward didn't make it his number one goddamn priority to make my life a living hell, I would have it here.
"I have it…but not here. It's in my bank ac—"
"You took my money," he interrupted, narrowing his eyes at me, "and placed it into your own bank account?"
I wish, James. I wish.
But as we all know, my goddamn wishes are for shit.
I just plan on replacing his half with my own money, because…
Hell the fuck if I know.
Again…
Edward and his 'I love keeping shit from Bella,' crap.
Shaking my head, I threw my hands up in the air, frustrated and more than ready for him to just leave. "I didn't want to carry all of that cash with me," I lied.
He nodded slowly as he turned around and walked over to my couch.
I raised an eyebrow. I must've missed the part where I invited the asshole to make himself comfortable.
After taking a seat, he leaned back and smirked. "I think, that you're fucking with my money, B."
I rolled my eyes as I looked around the room. "I'm not fucking around with your money, James. I was just tired that night and I didn't think that giving it to you the next day would be such a big deal. I had a lot of shit on my mind, what with Emmett coming home and what not, so it completely slipped my thoughts."
"You know the rules, B," he said, shaking his head as he lifted his legs and placed his feet on my table. "I specifically told you to drop off my money at the end of every deal…not a week later, and when I have to come and get it myself."
"Look, James. I didn't mean the sh—"
"Come sit down."
I scrunched my eyebrows together as I placed my arms across my chest. "And why would I do that?"
He nodded towards the spot next to him as he patted it. "I absolutely hate when I have to repeat myself."
I groaned as I ran one of my hands down my face, tired of his empty threats. "This isn't necessary, James. I'll give you the mo—"
"Because," he interrupted with narrowed eyes. "If by any chance that I do end up repeating myself, I won't be so nice about the shit."
I gritted my teeth as I walked over towards the couch. James lowered his gaze, his complete attention on his shirt while he brushed off non-existent particles from the fabric. Looking down the hallway for a sec to make sure that the bedroom door was still closed, I took a seat at the farthest spot away from him before lifting my legs, placing them underneath me as I crossed them.
God.
I hope that Piggy listens to me for once and stays in that room.
I really didn't want to involve her in this shit.
One, I didn't want James anywhere near her. The farther, the better.
And, two…he knew that Emmett was coming home tonight.
In his eyes, Rose and Leo were out of the equation. He seemed to put two and two together and got how Em felt about protecting his family.
There was no problem in showing a motherfucker what could be done if anyone close to him got hurt.
Right now, there was nothing in my way of getting the fuck out of this mess, seeing as to how I was more than ready to do so.
Emmett was coming home, and there was more than enough money in the bank for Leo to go to college…twice.
But if Piggy decided to be, well, Piggy…and be all explore and conquer, then James was going to eat that shit up and do anything to keep me, seeing as to how he liked to hang shit over my head.
There was no doubt in my mind that this asshole of biggest assholes could, and would, make her his next threat against me.
Breaking out of my thoughts, I raised an eyebrow as he grinned at me.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I don't want the money."
I placed my arms over my chest as I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you mean, you don't want the money? You came here explicitly for that reason."
He shrugged, placing his arm across the back of the couch. "I'd rather have you instead," he whispered, running his fingers through my hair.
"Come again?" I spat, slapping his hand away.
He smiled as he turned his body towards me so that we were facing each other. "I heard through the grapevine, that you're quite nice. I want to find out for myself."
"Is this some kind of a sick joke?" I asked in anger with a raised eyebrow. "Because what's coming out of your mouth, is fucking ridiculous. You can't be serious right now."
He shook his head while he tapped his hand over his waistband, the outline of his gun pressing against the bottom of his shirt evident. "I'm dead serious, and you know that I'm no comedian. Jokes aren't me."
"Listen," I whispered, standing up, "I don't know what tree you're smoking from, but you need to fucking leave and right no—"
"Consider this your payment, B," he interrupted as he grabbed onto my wrists. "If you're good enough, like I hear you being, I'll let you keep my half and maybe, just maybe…" he paused with a wink, "I'll give you a little extra cash for your efforts."
I gritted my teeth as I shook my head. "Get off, James."
He laughed as he pulled me down to the couch before pushing me onto my back, straddling me. "For your sake, I hope that I do."
"James," I warned as I closed my eyes, shaking my head. "If you don't get the fuck off of m—"
"I hope that you're threatening me," he interrupted my words, causing me to open my eyes and narrow them at him. He smirked, bringing his lips centimeters away from my own, my wrists becoming entrapped as he wrapped his fingers around them, holding my hands above us. "Oh, B," he groaned, grinding his shit against me, "as a matter of fact, I'm getting hard just thinking about it."
Clenching my eyes shut, I fisted my fingers. "Please. Get. Off. Of. Me."
"I'm actually going to pass on that," he whispered, his breath hitting my mouth. "I'm really enjoying myself right where I'm at."
Opening my eyes, I glared at him. "I'm not fucking around, James."
"Neither am I," he said, his hold on my wrists tight. I held my breath, digging my fingernails into the skin of my palms while he pressed his lips against my frozen ones.
The worst part about this shit was that I couldn't even fight him like I desperately wanted to, what with Lilly being in the other room.
What I needed was for her to stay in that goddamn room, and I knew that if I fought James, he wasn't going to make it easy for me.
And shit, I knew that I could take it.
Yeah, it would probably break me, at first…
But…
I've been broken before.
And, I managed. Came through.
Was I fixed?
Not by a long shot.
Loss? Experienced it.
Gain? Achieved it.
Strength? Still growing, everyday.
Weakness? Know the feeling.
Pain, whether it being physical or emotional? Dealt with.
Happiness? Memorized.
What I couldn't take, couldn't handle, was James finding out about that little girl in my bedroom, who Christ…held a huge piece of my heart in her hands.
He growled against my mouth, causing my whole body to tense, even more than it was already. Not giving him what he wanted, he leaned away slightly, his eyes dark. "Fight me."
I closed my eyes, ignoring his demand.
"Fight me," he repeated with gritted teeth, letting go of one of my wrists and using that hand to grab onto my jaw as he shook it.
I kept the hand that he let go above me still. Shaking my head out of his grip, I opened my eyes and looked into his. "No," I whispered.
He smirked, letting go of my other wrist before placing his hand beside my head, pushing himself up a bit. Keeping his eyes on me, he ran his fingers down to my zipper before lowering it, slowly.
That was nice of him.
Giving me a chance to fight back, freely, even when I wasn't going to.
Taking one for the team, as they call it…
Or better yet, taking one for Piggy.
Because this shit was worth it…to just keep her out of James' fuckery.
He couldn't surprise, scare, or hurt me in any other way that I haven't been surprised, scared, or hurt before.
After my zipper was down, he raised an eyebrow at me as I continued to stare into his eyes, with no expression written across my face. After moving his hand underneath my shirt, he bit onto his lip as his fingers drifted up to my bra before they gripped onto my breasts.
Give me more, motherfucker…because this is nothing.
Surprise me with something that I haven't experienced before.
Scare me and make my skin crawl.
Hurt me, make me cry.
His eyes narrowed as he let go of me and brought his hand up to the front of my neck, pushing my head deeper into the cushion. "Edward didn't say anything about you being unresponsive. Tell me. What can James do, to make you bite that bottom lip of yours?"
My breath hitched. Shock coursing through my veins.
My feelings still there, even after hearing the words that were coming out of James' mouth, scaring the shit out of me.
My whole body aching, the pain almost unbearable.
Running his lips over my jaw, he hummed. "How does it feel, B? The guilt running through your mind, knowing that your mom blames you for your Pop's murder?"
I turned my head to the side, facing the back of the couch as I tried to block out the words that were coming out of his mouth.
"All that you had to do," he continued in a whisper, his lips against my neck, "was call for help. How can you fuck up something like that?" he asked, breathing over my skin. "What did your parent's do to you, that caused you to just fuck everything up?"
I clenched my eyes shut, willing the goddamn tears away.
"And to be there, have him die in your hands," he continued, biting my skin with a groan while he thrust his hips into mine. "Mm. It must have been so. Goddamn. Hard."
I felt my bottom lip tremble and I opened my eyes slowly, letting the tears that were held against my eyelids slip down my cheek.
Placing the side of his face against the back of the couch, he pouted, mocking me as he looked down at my face. "And it's such a shame," he whispered, shaking his head slightly, "that you just might end up dying for the same reason that he did."
I looked up at him, blinking to get the water out of my blurry vision.
"Reason?"
"If you're smart, like I envision you being," he whispered, ignoring my question, "then you'll live another day to start figuring it out."
I turned my head to the side as I heard footsteps through the wall, on the other side of the front door. Placing my hands over James' chest, I pushed him away from me before sitting up quickly, adjusting my shirt and hoodie. James leaned back with a small laugh while interlacing his fingers together before placing his hands behind his head.
Hearing the door being unlocked, I stood up and ran my hands against my eyelids, trying to make the goddamn streaks invisible. As the door swung open, I looked away.
"Hey B—"
I avoided looking in his direction, recognizing his voice immediately.
I was scared—no, terrified…of what I would say or do…acting or speaking from the pure adrenaline running through my system.
Because I was so fucking angry with him.
Angry at the fact that he disclosed information to James, of all people, about shit that I thought was personal. Things that…
Belonged to us.
But here I am, a goddamn fool. Once again.
But more than that, I was angry with myself…
For letting it happen.
I should have walked away when he came out into Andy's balcony that first night, irritating me with his goddamn honey of a voice, humming while his foot tapped along.
I should have ignored him while he sat across from me at the Café, annoying me with his boyish behavior and fearless attitude towards my brother.
I should have kept away from his poison, his lips, when he fixed my truck, irking me with his 'know it all' way.
I shouldn't have stepped one foot into his parent's house, maddening me with his '21 questions' and interest in getting to know me.
I shouldn't have felt giddy when he whispered 'Happy Birthday' to me over the phone line, provoking me with his thoughtfulness and ability to decrease my anxiety by making it his mission to find my hoodie…
Something that was so absurd to him but to me, it meant the world.
I shouldn't have felt comforted when he apologized for all of the times that he acted like a prick, infuriating me with his genuineness and his persistence of showing me that he cared.
If I had known that he was an undercover from the beginning, it would have been different, because his actions prior to me finding out…would have been real.
I didn't even know who Edward Cullen was…is…will be.
If I had known that being in his space, would cause my heart beat to race, and then stop…I would have walked away…
With no trouble before, prior to all of these feeling preventing me from doing so, right now.
If I had known that he told James of how I was so responsive to his touch, that it caused me to try to keep it in my system by biting my lip, I would have stayed away from him.
If I had known that he went to James and told him about my parents, I would have kept it to myself, my trust for him non-existent.
I should've done a lot of things differently…
And, shouldn't have done the many things that I have…
Eliminating the possibilities would have taken care of the what ifs.
The anger that was over-riding everything else was due to the fact that it didn't even matter how angry I was.
I could never do anything that would jeopardize him, in any way.
I just wanted out of this…spell.
I wanted to look over at James and laugh. I wanted to shout out, scream at the top of my lungs, 'He's a fucking cop you dumb ass! You're the one who's getting played, you motherfucker!''
But I couldn't.
And, wouldn't.
I wasn't even certain that James was the one who was getting played anymore, because as more time went by, the feeling of me being the one who was getting played became stronger, it making more sense.
I just didn't…understand, what game they were playing.
I didn't get what they were looking for.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"Not at all," James told Edward, standing up as he discreetly 'adjusted' himself. I gritted my teeth while keeping my eyes on the floor, by his feet. "I just heard that B moved into a new apartment, so I wanted to check it out." I rolled my eyes as his own ran down my body. "I must say, it needs some getting used to, but…it's nice. I definitely like it."
I looked over at Edward, only to find his narrowed eyes on me as they ran over my face. "What's going on?"
Looking away from him, I shook my head, silently telling him to not start his shit.
For once, I wished that I could hide something from him.
My tear stained cheeks probably gave me away, but the truth of the matter is, even if I wasn't facing him, he would detect it in my voice.
He knew shit about me, that I didn't even know about myself.
And I knew nothing about him.
James laughed and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Oh, you know, Bella is kind of overwhelmed, seeing as to how her brother is coming home tonight." Looking over at me, he raised a brow. "Am I right to assume that you guys are all going out tonight to celebrate his return?"
"Something like that," I whispered.
"Well, I should definitely make an appearance," was his response as he looked at Edward. "Congratulate him on his homecoming, yeah?"
"We don't know where we're going," I stated, trying to hide my glare.
"Well then," James whispered with a grin, turning his body towards me as he placed his arms across his chest. "I anticipate a call from you as you find out that information, right?"
My fingers clenched together before I shook them out and shoving them into my back pockets. "Right."
James nodded before returning his attention back to Edward. "Before I forget, the next shipment is going to be a little late." Meeting my eyes, his demeanor changed into something that I never wanted to see. "As it turns out, someone decided to fuck with my money. And we all know how I take to that."
Looking over at Edward, I ignored him as he kept his eyes on James as he locked the door. Scrunching his eyebrows together, he laid his arms across his chest. "I didn't know about this, man. Who fucked with your cash?"
"Don't worry about it," James replied with a shrug of his shoulders as he mimicked Edward's stance. Looking at me, he smirked. "I already figured out a way on how to handle it."
I laughed, un-amused as I lowered my head. "I'm sure that you did."
"And as long as that plan sticks," James continued, "I'll introduce you to the big man, Edward. I know how you've been dying to meet him."
I met Edward's eyes as he avoided my own. "Sounds good to me."
I lowered my head and ground my teeth together as I felt James wrap his fingers around the back of my neck, bending down as he placed a kiss against the top of my hair. "You call me when you find out where you guys are heading tonight."
As I moved my head away from him, he grinned at me before walking over to Edward, where he patted his shoulder. "I better go. I'll see you later on tonight."
Edward nodded as he extended his arm behind him, keeping his eyes on mine as he turned the knob and pulled the door open. "I'll see you later, man."
Looking over his shoulder, James winked at me before stepping out into the hallway and I grimaced in return as I looked away from him.
After shutting the door, Edward turned around and leaned against it with his arms across his chest. "What was he really here for?"
Shaking my head, I lowered it. "I need you to leave," I whispered.
I heard him curse and I lifted my head as I placed my hoodie over my hair. "James was here for the money, wasn't he?" he asked no one in particular, shaking his head. Turning his attention back to me, he ran his fingers through his hair. "I completely forgot about the shi—"
"I need for you to leave," I interrupted, repeating myself. "Now."
He narrowed his eyes at me while he placed his hands into his pockets. "What's wrong with you? I came over to pick you up, but find James here instead, your eyes red from crying, and you're pissed." Pushing himself away from the door, his eyebrows formed a crease. "Tell me what the fuck happened."
I ignored him by turning around and grabbing onto one of the couch cushions before throwing it to the side of the room. Taking a hold of the gun that I kept there, I clicked the safety off as I turned around, facing Edward again. Lifting my hand, I aimed the barrel at his chest.
His eyes darkened as they darted between the pistol and my eyes.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Get the fuck out of here!" I whispered angrily, my voice shaking.
He shook his head as he lifted his hands up in the air. "Bella, you need to relax," he whispered in a low voice, his eyes on mine. "We both know that you don't know how to use that and someone could get seriously hurt."
I moved my finger to the trigger with narrowed eyes. "I'm done."
"With what?" he asked with a jaw that turned into ice.
I laughed as my fingers around the handle shook slightly, making my hold against the gun unsteady. "You won."
"Bella, lower the fucking gun," he ordered with gritted teeth. "Before you accidentally pull on the shit."
I shook my head, disappointment seeping out of my pores as I slowly closed my eyes, lifting my other hand from my side and placing it over my fingers that were against the handle to stop them from shaking. "I have never, ever, held so much hate for someone."
"Bae."
I gritted my teeth at the prickly feeling that was rising underneath my eyelids. Opening my eyes, I narrowed them at him when he took a few steps forward. "You need to talk to me, because right now, I can't read your mind. I don't know what's running through i—"
"Get the fuck out!" I yelled, my voice uneven as my strength over my weakness lost, tears breaking through as they ran down my cheeks.
"No," he growled, looking at me incredulously. "Christ, what the fuck happened? And why are you crying? Talk to me, Bella."
I ignored him as I lifted one hand and ran it across my cheeks, wiping the tears away, angrily. Using the other hand, I lowered the gun and aimed it at his legs. "Three."
"God, man!" he spat, his voice unsteady. "What are you doi—"
"Two."
"Put the goddamn gun down," he whispered angrily, his eyes burning with something that I didn't…recognize. "Don't you even think, about pulling that tr—"
I closed my eyes and pulled my pointer finger back. The power of the bullet flying through the chamber caused my body to jerk slightly. My arms lifted, throwing my aim off.
He cursed.
I gasped, my breath caught.
Did I really just shoot a motherfucker!
Slowly opening my eyes, I found him…
Alive.
Not in any way injured…
And glaring at me.
"Are you fucking crazy?" he hissed, his voice higher than normal.
I cocked my head to the side and looked over at the wall beside him.
Goddamn it.
Seems as though my aim…is for shit.
I lifted my gun again and pointed it at his kneecaps.
He narrowed his eyes at me with a growl. "Put the fucking gun down."
Before I got the chance to practice my aim, I heard footsteps coming from behind me and groaned as I lowered the gun, quickly placing it against my back as I turned around and faced the dark hallway. "Lilly, what did I say to you about staying in the room until I told you to do otherwise?"
She clapped, ignoring me as she ran over to Edward. "Holla!"
Okay, so maybe the death penalty was a little dramatic…
After all, electric chairs were never my forte.
Turning around, I glared at Edward as he bent down and placed his hands under her arms, lifting her up as he stood, letting her rest on his hip. "What's cookin' good lookin?"
I shoved the gun into my waistband as she snorted, shaking her head. "Nothin' much. What's shakin' bacon?"
"Your midget butt is shaking a little bit," he whispered, raising an eyebrow at her. "Are you cold?"
She placed her cheek against his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I heard something loud," she whispered, "I got scared."
He frowned while he looked over at me, mouthing something along the lines of 'You're a fucking maniac.' I rolled my eyes on the outside as I cursed my existence on the inside. Kissing the top of her head, he kept his eyes on mine. "It was nothing but some fireworks. No worries."
I shrugged, looking away as I placed my arms across my chest.
"Why are you here?" Piggy asked as she looked into his eyes.
He smirked as he looked down at her. "You busy tonight, lady?"
She shrugged with pursed lips before raising both of her eyebrows.
"I may be."
He mocked hurt. "Then I guess that you can't come with me."
"Where are you going?"
"I was on my way to my mom and Pop's place. Emmett is coming h—"
"I'm interested!" she interrupted, nodding her head.
He snorted. "Oh, now you're interested?"
She hummed. "I had to keep my options open."
Edward rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Women…"
"Piggy," I whispered with a shake of my head. "It's almost bedtime. You can see Emmett another day."
She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out as he gazed up at Edward from under her eyelashes. "But, it's only seven o'clock."
"You're right," Edward whispered as he turned around and pulled the door open. Looking over his shoulder with narrowed eyes, he stepped out into the hallway while the Pigster clapped her hands. "We'll start heading over. Bella will meet us there after she gets ready."
"Edward, you better put her down," I whispered as I glared at him.
"We'll all see you later," he said before he spat "Toodaloo," slamming the door shut in front of them. "TUTALOOOOOOOOOO!" Lilly shouted out in the hallway, causing me to growl as I heard the sounds of both of their laughter echoing through the wall.
Toodaloo to you too, muthafuckaaaaa—lalalalalalala…
And in a Leslie Chow, The Hangover, kinda, sorta way.
Do you people know what I have come to realize in these past two or three fucking years?
That Edward is highly stupid yet, smart at the same time.
First off, he managed to keep his undercover shit…
Well, undercover.
I never once got the feeling of him working as a cop…
Unless, I was having naughty fuck-awesome dreams.
And don't look at me like that.
Who the hell doesn't fantasize about getting knocked into the next century from a guy who's sporting a bullet proof vest?
If they're denying the shit, then they just aren't keeping it real.
Moot point.
But you know, other than that, 'Edward' and 'cop' came nowhere near each other in my head.
He was smart…in how he hid the shit from me. Not giving me any idea or suspicion that involved his job…well, besides the fact that I actually thought that he was some kind of a male gigalo, or pimp.
Yet, Edward was stupid…for shooting me in the leg after I found out.
I mean, was that really goddamn necessary? No.
Second off, he liked having his cake and eating it too.
He had women.
And I'm sure, many of them.
But I'm not sure of the specific count.
I didn't go around the world, most likely, and label the shits…
Like, who the fuck does that?
As if I'm going to waste my time, and on you.
Get real.
I didn't believe him for a second when he told me that Sam and I were the only ones who he has been messing with for these past months…
Unfortunately.
Last time that that shit happened, I couldn't really, uh…
Help it.
Okay, alright, call me a hooker…I deserve it.
But this hooker is about to go to rehab.
Like I said, I'm done.
He was smart, in saying all of the right things, and in doing all of the right things, to get into my pants. Yet stupid, because I would gladly make a million dollar bet that he still believed that he could get into my pants, and with no problem.
Like I said before, he could play me, and in whatever kind of a game that he wanted to play me in, but goddamn it…
I knew a lot of games…
And, I don't think that he knows this about me, but I can play a whole lot better.
The reason as to why my realization struck me today, is because I am at this time standing in front of Carlisle and Esme's house, huffin' and puffin'…
And more than ready to blow the goddamn joint down.
The kid who was both intelligent and moronic knew that I wouldn't have shown up at his rent's place if he didn't kidnap Piggy.
Now, I had no goddamn choice.
Can't really just leave the kid in someone else's responsibility…
Even if she wasn't my own.
I was nervous, pissed off, and happy as a motherfucker…
All rolled up into one.
Shaking, grumpy, and smiling.
It was a bad combination, if you ask me.
Failed shooting aside…
I was about to come face to face with Emmett.
And I wasn't ready, even though, Christ…
It's about goddamn time that he got out of that shit-hole.
Mixed emotions ran through me.
Letting out a deep breath, I pushed myself away from my truck.
I could feel him.
His presence.
The energy that always seemed to just, leave him…
Making anyone within a ten mile radius suck it up.
His laugh. I heard it. Loud and clear.
Who wouldn't be able to?
His arms. I felt them, already.
The strength, too much for my small frame, yet not enough.
His dimples, I saw. So vivid and just, contagious.
The hate that I had for them, when he would use their power against me, when all that I wanted was to just, stay pissed off at him, but…
Couldn't.
I walked over to the porch slowly, taking one step at a time…trying to collect my thoughts.
I knew that the door was unlocked when I reached it.
And something in me told me not to ring the door bell.
That doing so, would interrupt something that was so…
Special.
Precious.
Intimate.
I held my breath as I placed my hands against the front door before pushing it open, quietly. Looking out into the living room, I couldn't help but smile, just taking in the scene that was in front of me.
Emmett.
Leo.
In their own little bubble.
They didn't notice me there as I silently remained by the door…
Just observing the encounter with blurry eyes.
Emmett had Leo sitting on top of the living room table while he sat in front of him, on the couch. Little man kept his eyes on the man as he studied him, his fingers digging into the bowl that his Pop held out for him.
I couldn't really see Emmett because the back of the couch was facing me, but from his recognizable low voice and Leo's facial expressions…
I can figure it out.
One look into that kiddo's eyes, told me more than I needed to know.
Holding the bowl out towards the little dude, my brother's voice shined with amusement. "Soo," he whispered, "I take it that ha—" he paused, a snort leaving his throat as Leo grabbed a handful of mashed bananas and shoved it into his mouth, smearing even more food over his messy cheeks. Clearing his throat, Emmett tried again. "So, judging from the way that you eat, I take it that you have been hanging out with Auntie Bella, yeah?"
Leo looked up at him as he brushed his dirty hands down his shirt, his bright blue eyes reflecting against Emmett's. "Bewwa."
Emmett hummed as he lifted his hand and ran it across Leo's cheeks, wiping away the bananas that were smeared around his mouth.
Uh oh.
I pursed my lips and covered my mouth, waiting for Leo's reaction.
His little blue's narrowed as he growled, all deep like, smacking Em's hands away at the same time, like 'you must be out of your mind.'
Emmett groaned, shaking his head as Leo took another handful of mashed fruit before rubbing it against his cheeks, forgetting about actually eating the shit. "Yeah. Definitely been eating with Aunt B."
Little man looked into Em's eyes and nodded his head quickly.
And I knew that he didn't do it because he agreed with his Pop, it was just a new thing that he picked up.
Nodding.
Like…at everything, and especially when he dealt with women.
I'm sure that Rose had something to do with that.
"Let me see you for a second," Emmett whispered, lowering his head as he placed his hand underneath Leo's chin, lifting it in his direction.
The kiddo scrunched his eyebrows together as he kicked his chubby little chuck wearing feet, hitting his Pop's knees in the process.
And I knew what Emmett was doing.
Just soaking him in.
His little man.
A part of him and Rose…
In one.
I lifted my hand and ran my fingers underneath my eyes, wiping away the silent tears that fell from them.
And for once, they weren't caused by pain.
Leo's eyes met mine a few seconds later and he screeched, pointing a little finger at me over Emmett's shoulder.
"Did you just screech?" Emmett asked in slight repulse. Leo screeched again and he groaned. "Shi—ooot. And here I thought that only chicks did that ship, eliminating the P and bringing in the T."
And, I was home.
Just like that.
"BEWWA! WOOK! WOOK!"
I placed my pointer finger over my lips, silently telling him to shh.
But of course, Leo being, well…Leo…
He didn't like to shh.
"BEWWA! BEWWA! BEWWA!"
Emmett looked over his shoulder before his eyes met my own.
"Kiddo."
I gave him a small smile while I kept my eyes on him as I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me slowly. "Emmett."
His eyes never left mine as he quickly stood up before lifting Leo off of the table, placing him on the couch where he was sitting at a moment ago. "You look a little different," he whispered after a minute.
I shrugged, placing my arms behind me as I tucked my thumbs into my back pockets. I knew that he was just, thinking of something to say. He's always been so uncomfortable with silence.
I remember when Rose and Emmett used to fight.
To them, it was like…foreplay.
But anyway, he would argue, shout, yell, etc, fucking etc…where she would just remain silent and calm.
And, I'm just letting you guys know, when this chick gives you the silent treatment, expect for it to be for a good goddamn while.
He couldn't take it.
It literally irked him to the point where he would give up and say that he's sorry, make it real genuine, even when he was the one who was right and she was in the wrong.
Placing his hands into his pockets, his face fell for a second as he took my silence and shock of finally seeing him, as anger towards him.
I rolled my eyes before I started running over towards him.
He grinned as his own feet moved, meeting me halfway, arms open.
I jumped when I was close enough and wrapped my arms around his neck as I let go of the breath that I didn't even realize I was holding.
Tightening his arms around my waist as he held me up, he laughed.
"God, B. I missed you."
I choked on my voice before clearing my throat, clinging onto him as I nodded against his shoulder. "I missed you too, Em."
And we stood there.
Well, he stood there, while I clung onto him like a money.
Just holding onto each other, reuniting.
Leaning away from me after a couple of minutes went by in silence, his arms loosened. I followed suit, my eyes running themselves across his face as I soaked in his features. He grinned, letting his fingers wipe my tears away from my cheeks.
"You're paler," I whispered, scrunching my eyebrows together.
"Sun block," he explained before he teased me with a "You're darker."
"Yeah right. You're skinnier."
"Jail food. You're fatter."
I smiled, slapping his cheek a bit. "Shut up. Your muscles got bigger."
"What's new? You're still scrawny."
"Eat shit." Cocking my head to the side, I winked at him. "You grew a bit more handsome."
"As if my looks can get any better," he replied before he shrugged, his eyes roaming my face. "You're aight."
"Jealousy doesn't look good on you." I lifted my hand and grimaced as I ran it through his hair. "You got a fro."
He ran his own fingers through my hair with a cringe. "Women dig it. Your hair's brittle."
"Cheap conditioner." Narrowing my eyes at him now, I changed the goddamn course. "You're a cop."
…
Mmhmm.
I expected the silence, and the wide eyes, even the grimace.
What I didn't expect, was his avoidance.
"Kiddo," he whispered, finally finding his voice as he looked away from me. "Before you even start with interrogating me, I'm telling you that my lips are sealed. I'm not going to tell you what's going on."
I glared at him as I pushed him away from me, unwrapping my legs from around his waist as he lowered me down to the floor. "You're hiding something, that for some reason, deals with me in some way. Don't you king after the F.U.C deny the S.H.I.T."
He scratched the back of his neck as he raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded towards the couch where Leo sat at in explanation, with an empty bowl over his head.
Emmett pursed his lips as he turned his attention back to me. Seeing my expression, of death, he groaned as he threw his hands up in the air. "I'm sorry, Kiddo. I can't say anyth—"
"You can," I interrupted, narrowing my eyes at him, "and you will!"
He returned my anger as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "You hid poop from me for years, for my own good," he whispered, "so no. You can't force me to tell you crap."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, my lip twitching angrily as I raised an eyebrow.
Placing his arms across his chest, he nodded. "Oh yeah."
I cocked my head to the side with a grin before I lifted my knee up and brought it to the sac, in one swift movement.
And, I should just take the time at this moment and congratulate my own goddamn self, because that was the hardest hit against the sac that I have ever given.
"Jesus Christ, Heaven on earth!" he yelped, falling to the ground as his hands shot down to his hopefully crushed sac of shit.
I looked over at Little dude when I heard him snort while he clapped his hands together, his eyes on his Pop, who was currently positioned in a fetal state.
Placing my arms across my chest, I called his name and smirked when a hiccup escaped his throat as he lifted his gaze from the man vag who was now crying on the floor. "Your Pop's making a big mistake, yeah?"
He nodded, his eyes completely distracted.
And that, my friends, is why Rose makes an excellent mother.
"Don't you think that he deserved that, little man?"
He continued nodding, his eyes darting around the room.
And I bow down…
Handing the 'Mother Of The Year' award to the one and only, Rosalie.
Congratu—fucking—lations, mama!
Oh no, Rosalie…don't cry. This is a good thing!
She brushes my hand away dramatically as she shakes her head.
Oh, what is that? These are happy tears?
She gives me a nod as I spot a twinkle in her eye.
Yeah, well…me too, bitch. Me too.
Emmett closed his eyes, his breathing slow as he tried controlling the pain. "Buddy," he groaned, "stop agreeing with Aunt Bella."
"MY. POP. LIKES. PENIS."
"PWOPS LIKES PEENUS!"
And, you know what?
I need a moment…
Because that was by far, the clearest statement that has ever escaped the little dude's mouth.
Pride ran through my bones, re—calcifying the shit.
Mostly because, goddamn it…
That was genius.
"What in the world is going on in h—"
I looked over my shoulder as I heard Esme's voice. "Hey," I whispered, grinning at her as I placed my hands on my hips.
"Bambina," she whispered in a stunned gasp before placing her hand over her mouth as she noticed my brother slash sister, who was still crying, like a goddamn elephant. "What happened?"
"We're bonding," I explained in a shrug.
"Bonding? But why is he crying?"
"He's emotional," I answered…like, obviously.
She scrunched her eyebrows together while she cocked her head to the side, looking down at Em. "Well, I guess that this is a touching time right now, but I have never seen this young man cry, and in a way that sounds like he's in a lot of pa—"
"What is all of that noise?" Rose interrupting, pushing herself through the door with Piggy placed over her hip.
I nodded my head towards the drama queen on the floor.
She took one look at Emmett before narrowing her eyes at me. "Did you hurt it?" she asked in a hiss, nodding towards Emmett's vicinity.
I shrugged while she bent down and placed Piggy on the floor, who in return ran towards Leo. Rose walked over to Em and stood by him as she laid her hands over her hips while glaring a hole through my skull. "I didn't even get the chance to use it yet, and here you, cockblocking me already, you bi—"
I coughed, interrupting her as I nodded towards Leo, who coughed and then burped…in Piggy's face.
She grimaced as she leaned back some, waving her hand in front of her nose. Narrowed her eyes at Leo, she shook her head. "Men."
"God, I taught you well, little one," Pixie stated in a whisper, stepping out of the kitchen as she nodded, satisfied. Blue Eyes followed behind her as he rolled his eyes, along with Carlisle, who grinned.
I shook my head in disbelief as Rose bent down and placed her hand over Emmett's thrill drill, just…rubbing the shit. "That's not how you usually calm down a crying man-baby."
Carlisle groaned when he followed my gaze. Looking away quickly, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Christ," he whispered as he closed his eyes. "These kids are far-fetched."
"You female dog!"Rose spat as she glared at me.
I narrowed my eyes at Jake as he walked out of the kitchen barking at me, bread crumbs falling out of his mouth. "You better not be howling at me, you idiot."
He grinned as he placed his arms across his chest, giving me the eye.
Cocking my head to the side, I returned the gesture. "Do you like the color red, J?"
He swallowed, practically choking on his carbs as he narrowed his eyes at me. I looked down at Emmett and nodded towards Jake. "Ask him if he likes the color red, Em."
"Why would I ask him if he likes the color red, you sac destroyer?"
"Oh, I don't know," I shrugged. "Maybe because he saw a lot of it, and on Rose, specifically."
Emmett raised an eyebrow at J, who in return avoided his eyes as he scratched the back of his neck, causing my grin? To fucking widen. "J sported wood all day, and in hot weather, as your lady walked around in a red bra and panty set. And, lets keep in mind that Rose was also preggers, so her pips—eliminating the P's and replacing them with T's, were looking quite amazing. Voluptuous even."
Jake's eyes widened as his jaw dropped, along with Pop's and Jasper's.
Ma grinned as she rolled her eyes, Rose and Pix following suit…
And would you look at that…
Piggy too.
I looked over at Leo and narrowed my eyes at him.
He nodded his head, and quickly, as his eyes stayed on the ceiling.
Golden.
"What!" Emmett growled, his eyes imitating J's last name.
"In addition, she was wearing hooker heals half the time," I whispered. "Oh, and he saw her sparkle box. Clear as day, too. He was hypnotized by the sight of it, actually."
Emmett pushed himself off of the floor and Jake groaned as he held his hands up in the air, shaking his head.
I looked over at the front door as it was pushed open and saw Edward walk inside with Sam behind him.
Great.
No, terrific.
Closing the door behind them, Edward nodded towards Emmett as he raised an eyebrow at Pop. "Does he have a G.U.N on him?"
Carlisle shook his head as he grinned. "Negative."
"Oh my gosh!" Sam whispered, gripping onto Edward's arm as she looked at Emmett with fear in her eyes. "Is that the uh, murderer?"
I rolled my eyes as Edward looked at her like the idiot that she was, brushing her hand off of him. Rose's glare switched from me to her. "Don't talk about my man meat like that, you freak."
Esme pursed her hips as she shook her head. "Relax, my Rosalie."
Blue Eyes raised an eyebrow at the Pix, who grinned in return as she bit onto her top lip. 'You want some of this?' she mouthed, discreetly pointing to her tits.
He gulped with a nod, his eyes stuck on the prize…
Or uh…prizes.
These two. Completely oblivious to the world around them.
I turned my attention to J as I heard him trying to calm Emmett down as he started stomping towards him. "Come on, man! I didn't mean to! I walked into the room and it was just…there…and uncovered!"
"It sure was," I whispered with a nod as I placed my arms across my chest. "The diamonds on that sparkle box do get your attention."
"The baby was coming!" J tried, ignoring me as he continued walking around the room, dodging Emmett. He lifted his hands up and threw them in the air, waving them at the predator's face. "My hands, Em! Look at my hands!"
"Your hands were otherwise occupied, Jake."
He glared at me as he tripped over the rug a bit. "You need to shut the truck up, eliminating you know what!"
I nodded with pursed lips as I headed towards the kitchen door. "Fine, you're right. I apologize." Looking over my shoulder, I smirked. "Jake also offered her his pickle, Em. I just wanted to add that."
"I'm going to kill you," Emmett hissed, grabbing onto J's neck before wrapping his arm around it.
"No way!" Jake choked, clenching his eyes shut as he lifted his hand and placed it under Emmett's arm, trying to pry it off. "She was the one who wanted pickles!" Looking at Rose, he coughed as Emmett's grip tightened. "It was all you, tell him that! You made me drink the juice afterwards!"
Idiot, right?
"You're dead!" Em growled, shaking the kid. "You sick son of a duck, eliminating the D and replacing it with a F!"
I snorted as I walked through the kitchen door. Heading over to the cabinet that contained the whiskey that Pop always had available for me, I shook my head.
This is going to be an interesting night.
After literally one and a half hours of arguing with Esme, I gave up.
Jesus Christ up in Heaven!
She could work a bitch to her breaking point, and come out unscathed.
I mean…
The lady didn't even have a hair out of place after the whole ordeal.
Me, on the other hand?
I needed to call the goddamn hairdresser, dermatologist, and dentist.
Maybe even a therapist.
I had bald spots. And, my lip was sore, bleeding even. My teeth? Novocain was definitely in order.
We have been arguing, back and forth, on the same goddamn points.
Those points being Piggy...and Edward.
It went something a little like this:
Esme, AKA the Demon who was all about taking your goddamn soul: "Bella, sweetheart, you're going out. The little princess is going to stay with Carlisle and I, and you and my son are going to work through the problems that you guys are having. By the end of tonight, I expect you two to be best friends again."
Me, AKA the reasonable one: "Esme, sweetheart…I am not going to go out, and the little girl is going to come home with me. Your son and I do not need to work anything out."
Esme AKA the fright train: "Now you listen to me, and you listen good. I have no problem in telling the chief of police—my husband mind you, to give a certain pain in the butt, stubborn woman, an order on who or who will not, keep or not keep the kid. Don't tempt me. And yes, Bella, I think that you and Edward have issues with each other that need to be fixed. I don't think that you guys realize this but the two of you are going to end up getting married. Now, I know that it won't be for some time, but it's going to happen. I should also state that I expect a whole bunch of grandchildren running around. Now, my only request is that it happens sooner rather than later, because lets face it, I enjoy being a young grandmother. With that said, I do not condone violence. Don't you forget that I do know everything or if I don't, I have absolutely no issues with finding things out for myself. This includes the little stunt that you pulled today when my son came over to your apartment to pick you up. Do you know what I do with girls who pull a gun on my only son?"
Me, AKA the person who is currently gaping at the woman that is standing in front of me: "Are you high, Esme?"
Esme, AKA the woman who is stunned by my question, even though it was a valid one, seeing as to how her eyes were kind of glossed over. "No, Bambina. I am not high."
But then she cocked her head to the side while she lowered her gaze from my face down to my tummy, where she smiled.
And this held out for about fifteen minutes.
During that long and agonizing time, I was just trying to figure out what the hell she smoked before this whole thing started.
Me: First of all, Ma…I can't even believe that you're honestly trying to threaten me with the cops. I'm pretty sure that I could get away with it anyway, seeing as to how my goddamn brother is in the force. And, second of all, your son shot me, Esme! So, I apologize if your feelings are hurt, but you don't have to worry about it because as it turns out, my aim was for shit."
Esme glared at me.
Me: "Poop. My aim is for poop."
Esme: "Listen, Bambina. Just go out, enjoy the night with your friends and don't worry about the kid. I don't drink except on occasions and I haven't smoked reefer since I was twenty five. You're behaving as if I don't know what I'm doing. I have raised Edward and Alice ever since they were little kids."
Me: "I never said that you didn't have the ability to watch the kid, Ma. And, I appreciate you letting me know that you're not some kind of a alcoholic, except on occasion. I'm just going to ignore the fact that you just referred to pot as reefer. And about Piggy, I don't feel comfortable with leaving her in an environment where she's not used t—"
"Bye, Bella!"
I looked over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes at the Pigster, who in return gave me a big smile as she waved her hand at me, riding on Carlisle's back who was on all fours.
Esme: Looking a little like Edward, the know it all. "Lilly is in good hands, Bambina. Now go, drink, don't do drugs, and talk to Edward.
And this is how it continued. Back and forth, forth and back.
I mean, God! The woman was unstoppable.
So here I am, walking up to the club where I am supposed to meet up with everyone. I walked in and spotted some of them by the bar, lined up against the counter as they all took a hold of the shots that were in front of them. Heading over, I grinned when Pixie raised her glass and shouted "To dicks and balls!"
Edward groaned, shaking his head. "No, that's fucking inappropriate."
"I have no problems in inappropriate," Blue Eyes stated with an simple shrug before pulling me into him and laying his arm over my shoulder. Looking over at Pix, he winked as he tipped his cowboy hat at her. The chick blushed, lowering her head in response.
"Fucking cowboy hat," Edward growled, reaching above my head as he smacked the back of Jasper's dome, causing said hat to fall off of him.
Sarah rolled her eyes at Jasper as he glared at Edward, who in return smirked as he waved his fingers in front of him, silently telling him to bring it. "Alright, come on," she whispered, placing her hand over his arm as she pulled Edward away from his cousin. "I'm getting fucking thirsty over here." Lifting her glass above her head, she slammed her other hand against the counter. "Tits and ass!"
"And that's why you're my goddamn partner," Edward whispered as he placed his arm over her shoulders, giving the top of her head a kiss as he pulled her into his side, his other hand that held the glass raised up in the air. "Tits and motherfuckin' ass!"
Blue Eyes, Matt, Dick, Sarah and Pixie followed, downing their shots. Grimacing as they slammed the empty glasses on the table, I looked down and raised an eyebrow at my full one.
Bringing it up to my nose, I gagged when the stench of tequila wafted up my nostrils. Lifting my gaze, I raised an eyebrow at some kid who was standing in between Matt and Pix. He kept his eyes on me as he grinned, lifting his own glass up to his mouth before drinking it, slowly.
Well fuck me sideways and call me a hamster.
He was fine.
No…
I mean, like…
Really, really fine.
Break me off a piece of that goddamn Kit Kat bar.
I kept my eyes on his as he kept his on mine. 'You don't want it?" he mouthed, one side of his lip raised higher than the other.
I looked over my shoulder, licking my suddenly dry lips.
Edward's back was facing me as he talked to Sarah and Sam…
They weren't paying attention to anyone but themselves.
Oh.
Kid must have meant that question for me.
Well, Christ. That's embarrassing.
I definitely just did one of those 'Are you talking to me?' things.
I grimaced at myself before turning back around. Looking over at the kid's direction, I rolled my eyes when he pursed his lips, lowering his head as his skin flushed.
Like…
I wanted to bite him.
Lifting his head again, he raised an eyebrow at me as he gave a quick nod towards my still full shot glass. 'Hell no,' I mouthed with a cringe.
He smiled as he reached across Pix and Blue Eyes, who were again, in their own little bubble, and held his hand out in my direction. "I'll take care of it," he whispered.
And, I almost came.
No.
I mean.
Christ.
His voice.
It was definitely kind of gruff…
And in all of the right places.
I whispered a thanks as I lifted my hand, getting ready to hand it over to him. When it reached his fingertips, Edward's shot out from behind me and grabbed it before pulling it back. "Don't be a pussy, Bae."
"Who exactly do you think you are?" I gritted, looking at him over my shoulder.
He rolled his eyes as he held the glass right by my mouth. "Don't be a girl. Drink it."
"No," I spat, brushing his hand away from my face, making some of the liquor spill out as I turned around and faced him. "I don't fucking want it."
"Shut up," he whispered, smirking his cocky little smirk. "Do it."
"Okay," I whispered, holding my hand out for the glass.
His expression of cockiness disappeared for a second, surprised that I actually agreed, before coming back full swing as he handed it over to me. "That's what I'm talking about, baby."
Bringing the shit up to my mouth, I smirked at Edward, who returned the gesture as he placed his arms across his chest. When the revolting liquor touched my lips, I quickly diverted the glass and tossed it at his face instead. "Baby that!" I growled at his jaw dropping self as I threw the empty glass on the floor.
"God—dah dah dah dayyum!" Matt shouted with pursed lips.
I went to walk away but Edward grabbed onto my arm, stopping me. I looked up at him and gritted my teeth as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"What the hell is your problem with me today?"
Ignoring him, I kept my eyes on his as I reached out and snatched Sarah's beer bottle out of her hand. Holding it over one of Edward's shoulders, I turned it upside down and let his shirt drown in the shit.
When the bottle was pronounced empty, I reached into my back jeans pocket and took out a ten dollar bill before calmly wrapping it around the bottle and handing it back to his partner, whose eyes danced with amusement as she glanced back and forth between Edward and I.
"Are you done?" Edward asked, his eyes showing me that he was more than pissed off.
I shook my head as I turned around and grabbed onto Alice's mixed drink that was sitting on the counter. Facing Edward again, I got on my tippy toes and tilted the glass over his head…
Letting the blue liquor with ice, soak up his precious sex locks.
I cocked my head to the side, grinning at his glaring eyes, as I lowered my hand, placing the empty glass back onto the bar. "Now, I'm done."
He nodded, his jaw tense, as he lifted one arm and placed it over his shoulder. Keeping his eyes on mine, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it at me afterwards.
And yeah, I stared at his body, like I goddamn always do.
And mhm, he smirked at my staring, like he goddamn always did.
"Uh, Excuse me, son."
We both turned our heads towards the bar, raising an eyebrow at the bartender, who was obviously interrupting my shit. He pointed at the kid who was standing in front of me with a shake of his head. "This is a dance club, not a strip joint. Shirts are required."
"You got that, you prostitute?"
"Again with the prostitute bullshit, Bae?"
"Again," I confirmed with gritted teeth, quickly grabbing onto his nipples as I twisted the shit out of them, causing him to growl a mumbled curse word.
"Uhm, that was highly unnecessary, Bella."
Looking over at Sam, I narrowed my eyes at her as Edward groaned while brushing my hands away. "Christ!" he spat, placing his fingers over his reddened buds as he massaged them gently.
Pointing my finger at Sam, I turned my glare to her. "Stay out of it."
"He's my man!" she whispered angrily with narrowed eyes, pointing a finger right back at me. "So, no! I am not staying out of anything!"
Sarah snorted, shaking her head as she called over the bartender.
"Rooounnnd two!" Blue Eyes shouted, slamming his hand on the counter as Pix lifted her own and pounded her fist up in the air.
Matt whistled before lifting his hand, making it into a microphone. "We have Bella on one corner, approximately 115 pounds of unadulterated feistiness! Over here, we have 24 hour sunshine Sam, whose weight is unknown. Let's do the damn thing!"
Sam rolled her eyes before she placed her hands over her hips, looking at me with disgust. "I am not stooping down to her level."
My level?
Oh.
Alright.
Motherfucker.
Edward groaned as I kept my eyes on Sam and lifted my hand, placing my fingers over my earlobe as I pulled off my ear ring. After repeating the shit with my other ear, I handed my jewelry over to Pix, who rolled her eyes as she took them.
The thing is…
I never wear ear rings.
I just…I always wanted to do that shit.
And of course, the bitch provided me with the perfect opportunity.
Sarah pushed Edward out of her way before walking up to me. As she handed me her beer with pursed lips, she ran a hand towel against my forehead, cooling me off. I brought the bottle up to my lips and took a long pull of the liquid before she nodded in satisfaction. "You ready?" I raised an eyebrow and she growled "Do the shit right" as she smacked the skin out of my ass…
Causing me to snort, and then choke…
Seeing as to how I was still drinking.
Blue Eyes patted my back, decreasing my likelihood of dying from aspiration before bringing his hands up to my shoulders, where he massaged them. Leaning down to my ear, he looked over at Sam. "She's a little taller than you, Brown Eyes…so if she gets you in a headlock, don't hesitate to just bite the shit out of her tit."
I nodded, cracking my knuckles. "Headlock. Bite tit. Got it."
"Get a good hold on it too," Matt whispered, nodding at me. "Don't be afraid to just stick your head into her shirt and motor boat the shit."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "And how would motor boating her tits cause any harm?"
He shrugged. "It wouldn't."
I shook my head as I rolled my eyes. "Your poor mother…"
"I'm not fighting you, Bella."
I grinned at Sam's interruption. "I slept with Edward."
Her eye twitched.
"Well, actually…I wouldn't call it sleeping." Shaking my head, my grin widened. "No. We definitely, definitely weren't sleeping."
A small growl escaped her lips.
"And, this whole non-sleeping thing? Mm. It happened many times."
Her fists clenched.
"Also…he absolutely hates vanilla ice cream and ranch dressing, bitch."
And then she flew at me, like a goddamn bat, while she squeaked.
Weird, I know.
Before her teeth got the chance of digging into my neck, Edward took a hold of her by wrapping his arms around her waist. "This is definitely not happening right now."
"Did you not hear what she said?" Sam squeaked again, pushing his arms off of her before facing him.
Edward groaned as he ran his hand down his face. "Just ignore her, Sam, fuck! What is it with you chicks?"
"Was any of it true, Edward?" she asked him with narrowed eyes and hands over her hips.
Blue Eyes whistled as he walked away.
Matt grimaced, following him.
Sarah snorted, staying put.
Pix grinned, doing exactly the same.
"We're not together, Sam," Edward whispered, lowering his head as he shook it. "You know that shit. I told you from the beginning."
"Was any of it true?" she asked with gritted teeth, repeating herself.
He avoided my raised eyebrow while he lifted his head and placed his arms across his chest. "I'm not looking for anymore more than a fuck."
I lowered my head and grinned…
But not really.
It was fake, just like he was.
"Why does everyone look so serious?"
My head snapped up to James' voice. He smirked at me as he stood behind Edward and I narrowed my eyes at him in return. "What are you doing here?"
Stepping next to Edward, he laughed as he patted his shoulder. "Well I was waiting for a call that I was supposed to receive," he whispered as he nodded at me. "No call though, so I talked to Emmett, who directed me here."
"I guess that I forgot," I whispered, placing my hoodie over my head before shoving my hands into my pockets.
He cocked his head to the side. "You seem to have problems with that lately, yeah?"
I nodded as I looked away. "It seems so."
"Well it's a good thing that I caught you," he replied while Edward's jaw tensed as he lowered his head. "I have something to tell you so can we talk outside?"
I nodded even though I wanted no part in talking to him. James didn't wait for me as he turned around, heading for the front doors, because he knew that I would follow.
Walking past Sam, I lowered my head as I stopped a few feet away from her. Placing my hand over her elbow, I looked at her. "Listen, Sam…I didn't me—"
She shook her head, interrupting me with an avoided gaze. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you."
I nodded as I dropped my hand. "I'll see you guys later," I whispered, looking at everyone except Edward before I started walking to the exit.
I spotted James leaning against my truck, smoking a cigarette. While I headed over, he met my eyes with a smile, slowly exhaling his smoke.
"What did you need to tell me?" I asked.
He laughed as he flicked the stick over my head. Leaning against my truck again, he smirked. "How does it feel to have Em back home?"
Placing my arms across my chest, I shrugged. "Well, he's my goddamn brother, James. How do you think it feels?"
He nodded, pulling out his pack of Marlboros before taking another one out. Keeping his eyes on mine me as he cupped his hand over the fire, he lit his cigarette. "You must feel free, yeah?"
"Free?"
"Seeing as to how Rose and Leo are out of your hands," he clarified.
I gritted my teeth, not liking the sound of little man's name coming out of his mouth. Cocking his head to the side a bit, he raised a brow at me. "You know a man who goes by the name of Mark Smith, B?"
I lowered my arms from my chest and placed them behind me before shoving my hands into my back pockets. "No," I lied.
"No?" he asked, inhaling smoke.
"That's what I said," was my response.
He hummed with a nod while he tossed the cigarette down on the ground by his feet. "Well, I'll tell you about him. Mark Smith, high school teacher, aged thirty four. This man lived on Eastburn Road, alone."
"Well, thanks for telling me about the dude," I replied, sarcastically.
"Mark had a kid who goes by the name of Lillian Smith, seven years of age. The little princess lived with his ex wife, who is a client of mine."
I kept my eyes on him, trying not to show any emotion as my hands turned into fists. "She's actually quite adorable, that little kid. Do you agree?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
James grinned as he raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you take me as being stupid, Bella?"
"Is that a trick question?" I asked, raising my own eyebrow at him.
"When I came over today," he started, ignoring my question, "I saw a school bag with the initials of L.S written across it. That same bag was right next to a pair of chucks that were clearly fit for a seven year old."
"What does any of this have to do with me, James?"
"Everything."
I rolled my eyes as lifted both of my hands up in the air, giving him the finger(s) as I turned around and headed for…
Nowhere in particular, seeing as to how James was standing against my goddamn truck, coveting the motherfucker.
But I didn't give a shit…
I'd so rather walk around in a continuous circle for an entire day than stay with him for one more second, what with all of his cryptic bullshit.
"Mark Smith's dead."
I froze.
"Suicide. Night of August 3rd."
I closed my eyes, hoping that I didn't hear what I just goddamn heard.
"A week ago?"
"That's correct."
"Suicide?"
"That's what they say."
I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him. "Why are you even telling me this, James?"
"Because it seems as though Lilly Bean is going to be spending more and more time with you." Stepping up to me, he smirked as he lifted his hand and ran his fingers through my hair. "Which will mean that me and you will be spending more time together."
"I'm out."
"No," he whispered, his voice showing amusement, "you're not."
"Watch me," I spat, pushing him away from my goddamn space.
"The only thing that I'll be watching if you leave…is that little girl following behind her Pop's footsteps."
"You killed him," I stated, my whole body shaking…
But I wasn't cold, bitches.
Or scared.
I was fucking heated.
He shrugged with pursed lips as he placed his hands into his pockets.
And I flew towards him, like a goddamn bat, as I squeaked.
I gritted my teeth when I felt hands pulling me back right when I was so close, wrapping their arms around my waist.
"What's going on here?"
I looked over my shoulder, pushing J's arms off from around me. He raised an eyebrow at me while he placed his fingers through my belt loops, holding me in place. "Nothing," I spat.
"What happened?" J asked, ignoring me as he looked over at James.
"Nothing," he whispered, smiling as he kept his eyes on me.
Looking up at Jake, I shook my head, placing my hoodie over my hair. "I'm leaving…I think that I drank too much or something."
"You okay?" he asked, knowing that something was wrong.
I nodded as I wrapped my arms around him. "Can you tell Emmett and Rose that I'll see them later?"
"Sure," he whispered, kissing the top of my forehead.
Stepping into of my truck as James moved away, my mind was…
Made up.
I knew what I needed to do.
And there was nothing that was going to stand in my way.
I wasn't taking no for an answer.
My importance in this whole goddamn situation, was insane.
I didn't understand it.
You know what though? I'm done sitting around.
I am going to find out, and I knew of only one way in doing that.
But first, I needed to figure out a way on how the fuck I was going to tell a seven year old that her pop wasn't coming back home.
Then, I needed to talk to Carlisle.
Yes, I definitely left it like that...I mean, this chapter was too long =/
But, hope you guys liked it=)
Until next time bitches =)
