A/N: (insert standard disclaimer shit here) SM owns Twilight yada yada yada…
This continues to be a story for 18+ only please!
Thanks to heavyinfinity and ForksPixie for beta'ing and trying to keep my tenses aligned LOL. It takes them both! Also as ForksPixie pointed out this story is written in the style akin to Pulp Fiction, so suck on that *giggles*
As always: Please keep in the mind the content of this story still deals with the topic of rape/incest and abuse, it just won't be graphic.
Again sorry about the delay. I got derailed and I can't find the fuckin' track though technically I only live a block from it LOL.
Previously in Chapter 6:
I was pissed that they all thought Bella was Edward's. I was pissed that Bella didn't want to be with me. I was pissed that I just gave up a meal because I thought for a second it was Bella. And most importantly, now my fuckin' throat was on fire! I stayed until it was dark and no one approached or said anything to me. When the street lights came on, I decided it was time to find another meal and get home. Even if she didn't miss me, I missed Bella. 'I will always return to her,' I thought, and with that I ran off into the dark in search of a man to quench my thirst.
Chapter 7:
Peter's POV (always)
We approached the Lost Nation Theater in Montpelier, Vermont and I could see a small smile playing at Bella's lips when she saw we that were going to see 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' listed on the marquee. I hadn't told her what we were seeing, because I wanted it to be a surprise. She asked a few times, but she wasn't a real nuisance.
"Is this okay, doll?" I asked with a smirk, knowing it was.
"Yes, thank you, Peter." She turned and looked at me with a smile. It wasn't beaming but it was acceptable. I made her smile and that made me happy.
I pulled up front and ran around to help her out of the truck despite her protests that she could walk. I knew she could walk. She's pretty much back to normal, at least I thought she was. She said she was. Doc said she needed to continue to build her muscles a bit more and that it would go faster if she would eat more. She looked healthier and that's all I cared about. It's been a little over 3 months and she wasn't quite as cranky or elusive as she had been in the past, at least not with me, with the Cullens however, she was still onboard 'Steamboat Avoidance'.
As for her mental status…well, she pretty much seemed to have almost daily therapy sessions with Major. It basically involved her talking about her feelings and him telling her when her words contradicted her feelings. He was a walkin' lie detector and everyone knew it, because around him, you just didn't fuckin' lie. He'll call you out on it every time; like Wonder Woman using her golden lasso, but without the lasso or the tits. Bella needed a lie detector and that's how the whole "counseling" thing with Major got started.
One day Bella was talking with Esme, and in just general human conversation, Esme asked how Bella was feeling and she replied 'fine'. Major was in front of her in a nanosecond and called her out on the 'fine' bullshit, stating that she was far from fine and feeling worthless, lonely, lost, confused, and a fuck ton of other bullshit. Bella just stared at him. He smirked back. He was making her face her feelings, so to speak. After that, whenever they talked, he asked her about her feelings and why they were what they were. Major had somehow appointed himself as her therapist. I was glad she was getting it out. But, while she was getting it out, I was holding it in. No matter. I'd deal with it later.
I escorted Bella to our seats and watched as her hips swayed under the beautiful black dress she was wearing. I guess she borrowed it from Rosalie. Even though they weren't really friends, Rosalie meant what she said about taking care of Bella forever and she planned to keep to her word. Bella doesn't know about the change in Rosalie, she just knew she was being a bit nicer recently. But due to Rosalie's fear of Major and her rather cool reception since we arrived, she wasn't too open to being sociable either. This was just one fucked up family.
You know how they say you are what you eat? Well they're mammals, can walk on two legs, cold, white, vicious, and gobble up their young just like fuckin' fluffy polar bears. Only difference was they choose to stay together to make it easier to attack each other. Stupid ass mother fuckers! Wouldn't it stand to reason then, that I eat humans, therefore I'm more fuckin' human than they are? Yeah, I thought so.
Bella situated herself in the seat and I went to get her a bottle of water. The hardest thing was keeping her hydrated these days.
I returned to the beautiful young woman who now sat next to a much larger woman in an ugly pink dress with frizzy hair. I paused for a minute taking in the scene. On Bella's other side was an empty seat with her long tan coat draped over the back, obviously reserving it for me. She faced forward unaware of my approach and her hair hung in large loose ringlets around her face and shoulders. She had her legs crossed and her hands resting idly in her lap on top of the program. Her skin and hair seemed to glow in the soft yellow lights from high up in the theater ceiling. And her black dress hugged her in all the right places. She was stunning, an angel.
Call me sentimental, but if I could have wrapped that moment up and put it in my pocket I would have. She looked lonely and solemn, but I think that was just me. She studied the stage, the orchestra, the back of people's heads, everything in front of her. She avoided the woman next to her by staying still as a vampire and her rhythmic heartbeat was enough to lull me to sleep just standing there. I smiled content knowing that I would be the one filling the seat next her as I squeezed past the small man and then the large woman before I made it in front of Bella who was now smiling up at me. I smiled in return and handed her the bottle as I took the seat next to her moving her coat to my lap. It's not like I was going to get hot after all.
"Thank you," she said quietly as she twisted the cap off the horrendously expensive bottle of water. It's not like I cared, but come on, $3 for a bottle of water? I've bought Bella cases for just a buck more than that. This shit better make her piss gold or something. I smirked at my own thoughts and Bella gave me a questioning look but didn't ask. I leaned over and put my arm around her, needing that contact. I was happy that she sighed and snuggled against me, despite the hard armrest between us.
"You're welcome, doll. Anything for you, you know that. Even if it's just a bottle of fuckin' gold."
"Huh?" she asked, eying the bottle.
I laughed. "I was just thinkin' that bottle was so expensive you better be pissin' gold," I said lightheartedly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter. You didn't have to buy me such an expensive water, I would have been fine."
I grabbed her chin gently to shut her up. "Sweetpea, it didn't break my fuckin' bank. I got more money than God. I just think they're rapin' us with…" FUCK! I stopped my fuckin' mouth as quick as humanly possible because obviously I wasn't quick enough for a fuckin' vampire.
My eyes were wide as I looked into hers. The uncertainty and sadness began to take over her features and I had just ruined the whole fuckin' night.
"Oh God, Bella! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. My fuckin' mouth. Fuck. Shit. Damn!" I started to get up and she just stayed there looking at me. I shoved her coat at her and she looked back at the stage.
"I want to stay," she whispered, so low only I could hear her.
I looked around for a moment and people were obviously staring at us, for various reasons I'm sure. I needed to move, get away; get out of there. I couldn't leave her. I looked down and took in the way she was staring at me with glassy eyes. As her unshed tears caressed the molten chocolate in her eyes, I knew I wasn't leaving her.
"I'll be right back, okay?" I asked her. She just nodded her head and I saw her throat try to push the lump down that had settled there during my inane ranting.
I humanly ran outside and went to the truck. I didn't know what I was doing, but I couldn't leave. Fresh air didn't affect me like it did humans, but I really think I needed fresh air. I leaned against the truck and took some deep breaths. It was oddly calming. I really needed a quick bite to eat, but it wasn't the time or place, so I made due with the inferno that tickled my tonsils.
I returned seven minutes later and she looked relieved when she saw me walk in. She had been slumped over and certainly not the perfect beauty I saw in that seat only moments ago. She looked defeated, dejected, and sad, I dunno, she didn't look like she was a girl on her first date with a guy having fun, that's for fuckin' sure. Me and my fuckin' mouth!
I settled into the seat next to her and the fat lady gave a worried glance between me and Bella before settling on me, sizing me up. I glanced at her and she could fuckin' stare all she wanted, I needed to work on my relationship with my woman. I took Bella's hand gently and looked into her eyes trying to communicate, through touch and sight, exactly how sorry I was. I squeezed her hand gently and she returned the squeeze with a small, well I wouldn't call it a fuckin' smile, but she didn't look so defeated anymore. I wrapped my arm around her and hugged her awkwardly with the chair arm between us.
"I'm sorry, doll. I won't fuck up again. I want you to have fun tonight," I whispered softly into her ear. She slightly nodded her head in agreement or understanding, I wasn't sure which.
Perfect timing, the lights dimmed and the music started. I held her closely through the entire first act and she never fidgeted or complained about the armrest in her side. I knew it isn't right, but I started to get mad at her. I couldn't be myself. I had to tiptoe around certain subjects like rape but she went for over two months not believing Charlie did what he did.
It was Rose that finally convinced her which it didn't earn her any more favors with the family that was already upset with her. I'm sure there was more to that story that I didn't understand. After all, they were all pissed at Rose for going to check on Bella, but she saved Bella. There had to be something else, right? I dunno. Fuckin' veggie vamps are fuck ups. Maybe I should try a fuckin' squirrel or something with a fluffy tail; I'm becoming just as much of a fuck up as the rest of them. The only one who wasn't in this fuckin' family was Major. He's too fuckin' scary to be a fuck up.
During the intermission, I got Bella another bottle of water while she went to the restroom. I waited outside for her as another guy, waiting for his girl, decided to try to talk to me.
"Boring play, huh? I just do this so it's a guaranteed lay tonight. How about you? Planning on fuckin' your woman as payback for having to sit through this shit?" he asked with a nudge into my side with his elbow.
I couldn't even think. The world went black again and yet I somehow knew what I was doing at that moment. I was managing to control my strength enough to pummel this guy in front of the women's bathroom. People were gathered around and trying to pull me off of him. He smelled divine as blood streamed from his nose and mouth. Women were screaming, men were yelling, and I kept pushing everyone away, growling lowly. I was on top of him and just barely hitting him by my standards, but I could occasionally hear a bone crunch or tooth break. Suddenly, there was a small hand on my neck. I had landed about 14 lazy punches on the guy and the small hand stopped it all mid-swing.
I turned and looked at her and at the men standing behind her. Shit! They were dressed in the signature blue uniforms and looked pretty disheveled. They were the ones I had been pushing off of me. Fuck. My. Life!
I looked down at the bloodied man. His girlfriend who had come to his aid, dabbing the blood off his face, while paramedics were moving through the door with a gurney.
I sat in the back of the police cruiser and watched as they took statements. I went willingly, after all they had already tried to restrain me once; I just royally fucked up. Bella had tears in her eyes as she talked with the cops and showed them her Gabriella Dove ID, telling them that she had recently been attacked and I had been on edge because of it and we had had an argument just before the play. It was a lie to an extent, but the fact that she was lying for me made me feel even worse, mainly because I knew it would make her feel bad, too. Fuck, this was not the date I was supposed to have.
I asked the officers when they got in the car if they could give my truck keys to Bella so she could drive herself. They agreed and dug the keys out of the baggie that contained everything that was in my pocket and one of them went to Bella with the keys.
She thanked the officer and watched as the ambulance drove out of sight with the asshole whom I had just turned into beef tenderloin. She sighed heavily and walked towards the parking lot, punching the panic button to try to find the truck quickly. I heard it beep as the officer started the car and put it into gear.
I doubted I'd get any good points for making this a memorable fuckin' first date. Major was not gonna be happy. It was so hard sitting there in handcuffs and a fuckin' tin can that I could easily turn into scrap metal, but I'd outted myself enough for one fuckin' day. I couldn't even claim drunken brawl since we were at a play and I hadn't been seen drinking.
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When I returned from my hunt, I found that Bella wasn't home. She had gone shopping, with Emmett of all people. That was a new one and I didn't think I needed to be concerned, but she was shining up to all the fuckin' men in this "family" and none of the women. She detested Esme and Rose and she was so hurt by Alice that she really didn't want to talk to her, let alone, spend "quality time" together.
It was dark. I couldn't imagine they'd be gone long, she'd need to sleep soon and the stores would all close. I showered and then found Jasper in his library. "Is she okay?" I asked. He'd know exactly what I meant.
"Yeah, we researched the info online that they had been posting. She is really confused, appalled, sad, and she feels horribly guilty." He turned to look at me, letting me know he was being serious and not going to argue. I let the words sink in for a moment.
"Guilty?" I asked.
"You really should just talk to her, man." That was his way of telling me he didn't want to talk about it. I didn't give a shit.
"What the fuck does she have to be guilty about? She was the one that was molested. How is that her fuckin' fault?" I yelled.
He held his hands up for me to calm down. I nodded waiting for an answer, knowing exactly how hypocritical I was being because I was just blaming her not long ago. But they didn't need to know that.
"She's guilty… shit man, she feels guilty her dad is dead, that he did that to her. She has blamed herself for the whole thing." He swiped a big palm down the front of his face as if he could wipe off the scowl that came with telling me about my mate.
"It's not her fault!" I nearly roared, and the Budinsky family showed up.
"Everything okay, Jasper?" Carlisle asked, eyeing me doubtfully as he stood just inside the door with Edward behind him. The women were lined up behind him, in the hallway, like they were waiting to get a peek at my huge dick from around Carlisle and Edward who wanted the first fuckin' look. Assholes. I just raised an eyebrow and really considered whipping it out. Edward shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. I chuckled.
Carlisle looked between us for a moment and then regarded Jasper again, who finally just nodded his head. It seemed they really thought I was a loose fuckin' cannon in this house. What did they think I was going to do exactly? Kill all the humans in the house? Wait, the only human that lived here wasn't home, so it wasn't that. Maybe I'll just leap out the window and go on a killing rampage in town? Probably. And though that sounds like a great fuckin' idea, not to mention a really juicy and delicious idea, it wasn't on my agenda, as I had just eaten. Weren't people allowed to get angry around here? Or was it just me that couldn't get angry?
I smirked at Carlisle as I reached down and unzipped my pants. Edward grabbed him and pushed everyone out the door shutting it behind him and leaving Jasper and I to ourselves. I laughed as I watched the scene unfold and overheard Carlisle asking Edward, "What was that all about?"
Jasper looked at me and rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what I was thinkin'.
Jasper, at my request, showed me everything he had showed Bella, and then we sat quietly playing a game of chess. Mr. Strategist took about 20 minutes per move, where I took 1-2 minutes. I was going to lose, that was a given. He was just keeping me entertained until Bella got back. At the end of our second game I finally heard Emmett's jeep coming up the driveway and I tried to slowly make my way downstairs to the porch to wait for them to park.
Bella hopped out, smiling, as she carried a giant wooden Santa. It was nearly as long as her torso and she was hugging it to her body. It was painted and dressed in a fake felt suit, complete with feathers and faux leather boots. What the fuck? It was July.
Emmett got out and then fished a couple of bags out of the back seat, along with a smaller stuffed panda bear. He switched the panda for the Santa in Bella's arms and she gave him a fake pout, but couldn't hold it long. It looked like they had a great time and got some stupid shit. It's probably just what Bella needed.
When Bella spotted me on the porch she began walking towards me while Emmett rustled around in the garage doing who knows what, probably up Rose's butt. Okay, that thought made me cringe and my mate looked at me, wondering what was wrong. I chuckled and explained my imagination got away from me. She shook her head and held out the Panda to me. I looked at it.
"It's a nice panda, sweetpea?" I said, in more of a questioning tone than I intended. She shook it in front of me and I assumed I was supposed to take it, so I did.
"It's for you," she finally said, walking past me and into the house without another word. She bought me a fuckin' stuffed animal? Do I look like I'm 5?
"Umm…. thank you?" I said as I walked in behind her. She just shook her head, and I assumed, at me. I didn't get it. "Bella?" I asked, trying to get her attention, so she could explain this stuffed shit to me.
Emmett appeared next to Bella and handed her a bag. She reached in, totally ignoring my questions, and pulled out a stuffed brown bear, which she immediately passed to Emmett. He took it and smiled and walked away. She reached in again and pulled out a penguin and walked over to Jasper and gave that to him. His face now had the same look mine did and I wanted to laugh, but I was confused as to why she got us stuffed animals. She pulled out a smaller stuffed Sponge Bob Square Pants and gave him to Edward. Now that got a chuckle out of everyone. We watched as she fished out two dolls, they weren't Barbie, but kind of like her, with big faces and lips and they were funny looking that is for sure. She gave one to Rose and one to Alice. She went back to the fuckin' 'Mary Poppins bag' and pulled out a small stuffed owl and gave that to Carlisle. Then she pulled out a stuffed polar bear, which made me chuckle given my recent thoughts and a stuffed doll that was tan and said Dora on it. She handed Dora to Esme and stopped to look at the polar bear and silently nodded her head to herself.
She gave a smile to Emmett and me and looped her arm through Jasper's. She turned him towards the stairs and I was in front of her in a second, stopping their progress.
"Wait a minute." They both just stared at me and I looked down at the panda and then waved it at her before looking around the room at all the confused vampires. "What's with the stuffed animals and dolls?" I asked.
She huffed. "Can't I give you something without being questioned about it?"
"Yes, you can when it makes sense. Why does a panda bear make sense?" I asked.
"He was the biggest," she answered, like that explained everything.
I looked to Emmett for a little help, but he was sorting through three other bags and it looked like he was dividing up clothes or something along those lines. I looked back at her and decided to play with her if I wasn't going to get any real answers. I moved in close and I saw Jasper step away from her.
I grinned and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Does size matter, sweetheart?"
Her heartbeat increased as did her breathing and I knew I'd be the one going upstairs with her now, even it was just to hold her. She may not even kiss me, but she wanted me. I smelled her arousal and began purring against her neck knowing I did that to her, until those dreaded words came.
"Uhhh, I think I need a shower." And she maneuvered around me and was off up the stairs. My purr instantly became a low growl that I'm sure she couldn't hear. Fuck my life!
AN: Okay, I'm sure you're all dyin' to find out if this is gonna be a poly story. For a while I could see it going either way but I have listened to your arguments for and against poly and I've mainly made my decision based on the reviews that I have gotten.
I would first like to thank the 127 people that took the time to vote on the poll and do not think your voices weren't heard because they were. The poll stayed at 74% for poly 19% against and the rest of ya 7% don't care LOL. So thank you!
Now, drum roll please… I am not going to do a poly. Here are my reasons and y'all can argue it all you want with me but I won't change my mind.
1. Originally, this was a P/B story and I had my heart set on that.
2. I think the story will change from my original intention if I do the poly
3. My original intention has already begun to get lost and I can see that through the reviews I have received, I'll explain more in a moment
4. The arguments against the poly were sounder than those for the poly.
5. The title of the story as one reviewer pointed out does not lend itself to a poly relationship and I agree
6. If you need more PM me.
Now, the original intention of this story that I feel has been getting lost, whether it's my fault or not I'm not sure but I have a couple things to say here.
1. SLOW DOWN, y'all are readin' so damn fast you're missin' important shit and substituting your own shit in there. Alice has no nefarious plan at this moment, she's just a jealous bitch, Rosalie is being shunned by her family for several reasons and they are given or implied throughout the chapters. And for those that haven't noticed, once Major came out to play Peter never refers to him as anything else, except when we are in the past and Major has yet to come out.
I actually had a case of OMJ I'm gonna pull this fuckin' story because of some of the reviews I've gotten on the last couple of chapters. They weren't mean or anything like that, they were completely off the mark! I read them and stared at them asking myself "were they reading my story?"
So thank one of my Betas heavyinfinity for keeping me going. She reread the whole story for me and confirmed, I'm not any crazier than I knew myself to be.
2. The main point of this story is NOT Bella! It is Peter! This isn't Saving Bella. I already did that. This is more like Rescuing Peter From Himself. One of the reasons I wanted to write this story was because people are always focused on the survivor of the crime but do not realize how it affects their significant other. Any woman who has been raped and had a boyfriend/husband at the time can tell you that the men typically can't deal with it and it breaks up the relationship. They can't deal with the way their woman is acting and they can't deal with the emotions they hide inside of themselves, while they try to be strong for their partner. The partners are often forgotten and just usually come off as uncaring and unsupportive after a while, which isn't the case, they just don't know how to express their feelings and no one is supporting them. This is where Peter is and this is Peter's story. So remember to read it with that in mind. Bella, Major, Rose, Alice, all of them are secondary in this story. Please focus on the story as I intended it…not the other stuff.
Sorry about the longass rant. I hate doing that, really I do. I just don't know how to say it any shorter.
So review the story and not the AN unless you really really want to and I hope you enjoyed the chapter…Poor Peter's the proud and totally confused owner of a panda and now he's in jail :(
