Author's Note: I sort of feel lost when I don't update, guys. There's a specific outline that always ends up being flipped around by yours truly and mixed into something else. It's frustrating, this hamster wheel mind of mine, but I will always try to stay on track. Promise (:
Also, I appreciate every review sent my way, but I'm a complete jackass for not responding to most of them :/ Real life is a bitch and sadly I'm her whore.
The end of the chapter is inspired solely by The Sleeping's "Don't Hold Back". That's my shit.
So! Without further ado!
Rated M for Language, Lemons, and the defiling of hideous trucks
BPOV
"Pa! I brought us some guests!"
The wild man ushered us all into his crappy ass house, butting the nose of his shotgun into our backs as each of us stepped through the doorway.
"Mmm," he hummed appreciatively as I stepped past him. "You got a fine little wiggle on you, don't ya baby?"
I grimaced and got as close to Edward as possible without tripping myself. He lead us to a small room with no windows and a scratched up sofa and told us to sit down. I'll be damned if it wasn't tight. Making space, each of the guys lifted their women into their laps and made it infinitely more comfortable.
The floor was was boarded with half-ass carved wood nailed to the ground at random, chips of wood littered just about every which way. The walls were dingy and cracked, the off-white paint cracking every few inches or so. I was too afraid to look at the ceiling, but directly in front of us, pictures of naked women were hoisted by strings tied to the roof.
"It smells like shit in here," Emmett muttered. "And spunk."
"There's porn tied to the ceiling, Emmett," Edward quipped. "It's not going to smell like daisies of any kind.
I felt his arm wrap tighter around my waist and I reflexively wrapped my arms around his neck, a sense of security suddenly enveloping my body.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." I inhaled the skin of his neck and allowed myself to relax. I didn't feel like I was being held captive anymore.
"Now," the wild man cocked his gun and aimed straight at Rose's face. "Tell me what the hell you're doin' in mah forest!"
His skin was a russet color and he had long black hair that demanded a cut. He had a slight build and was tall as hell but his face was of the young. I made sure to catalog this motherfucker and etch that shit into my head so I could report him to Charlie when I got back to Forks.
If you get back to Forks.
-Shut the fuck up.
"First of all, it would be in your best fucking interest to remove that bullshit gun from my face," Rose growled, and holy shit was she serious. "Secondly, you must have smoked some seriously fucked up shit if you think you're going to demand things from me without giving a name."
"Jacob," he grinned. "Jacob Black. And might I add how purty you look with all that yellow hair?"
"Jesus fuck, we've been held hostage by an illiterate!" Alice shouted.
Jasper pulled her closer to him and stroked her spiky head, muttering something about Jacob probably not knowing what an illiterate was.
"Enough of yer city-folk talk! I want some answers, dammit!"
"What 'ave we got here, boy?" An older man with pronounced wrinkles and a cowboy hat came rolling in on. . . on. . . what the fuck is that? He was sitting in a bucket that was tied to some sticks with two stone wheels holding them up. All in all it resembled a wheel chair.
"Wow, we got us some lookers here, ay boy?" the man with the funny contraption smiled, wheeling himself in and positioning himself next to his son. He leered at each of us females with a disgusting smile that showed no teeth.
"City-folk, pa. I reckon' they're lost."
"Well then. You know what to do with them."
I blanched. Do with us? What the hell did he mean "Do with us"? Was he going to shoot us and take our things? Bury us under these shitty wood panels? Drag us out one by one into the forest and torture us until we begged for death? In that instant, I found myself hating each one of the fuckers I was with for dragging me along on this bum trip and getting me lost. I would never see Charlie again. He would be helpless all by himself, or worse, starve himself into a coma.
The man in the chair raised a shotgun of his own from the roped grass back of his seat and held it up at us, ready to shoot.
"Take the women to the cellar, Jake, and then come back for the men. I'll make sure they don't try no funny stuff, but hurry up. We gotta call Leah for some. . . things."
"Edward," I squeaked, unable to find my voice. My eyes connected with his and I saw all of his every emotion there. Possessiveness, anger, rage, love. But not an ounce of fear.
"He won't hurt you," he promised, gingerly cupping my face in his hands. "He's not going to hurt you, okay?"
And then I remembered my meeting with Not-God. Maybe she was pulling the strings in this operation. Maybe we were in no real danger and she was just fucking with us. She did say Edward would take my V-card—that happened. She also said my hard shell was going to crack—which also happened. All that was left was fucking Emmett, the three-some and a near death experience. I had an idea which one was coming next. Not-God gave me her word that I would live and I believed her.
I was no longer afraid, and Edward could see that. As the Jacob-boy told us to get up Edward took my face between his hands again and kissed me like my life depended on it.
"You'll be okay," he whispered against my parted lips. "I'll be right behind you."
I nodded and got to my feet, hearing the others whisper their love for one another. It was embarrassing to watch them; I felt like an intruder in their intimate moment. Eventually Rose and Alice stood too and we were ushered out of the room again.
"Oh yeah!" Jacob told us to stay where we were and ran to a room out of our line of vision. When he came back, he was holding dirty sashes in his hands, all of different colors. "Turn around, ladies."
We did, hesitantly, and he tied a rag around each of our eyes, blinding us. We were paraded around the house a few times, going in circles purposely to confuse us. Alice told him to stop fucking with us and he listened, finally walking us in a straight line. We were led out of the house and into the forest again, panic streaming through my veins when just as soon we were inside again but in a different location. I felt the earth decline beneath my feet and knew we were going underground. It was a steep but not overly so. When we stopped I inhaled the air around us. It was dry, an acrid taste covering my tongue. Jacob untied the blindfolds from our eyes and told us to sit on the floor. This room was pitch black and I couldn't have recognized any difference from behind the rags if I wanted to.
"Stay here and don't do nothing that might get y'allselfs killed. Im'ma go get yer men and y'all will sit here till pa figures out what to do with ya's." His English made me want to bang my head against a rock.
I heard his footsteps get farther away from us, heard a padlock being wrenched to the door, heard the door shut with finality, and then silence.
It was another minute before I heard Alice timidly call for Rose and I.
"Right here, Al."
"I'm here, Lice," Rose whispered.
"Don't call me that," Alice seethed. She took a breath to calm herself before speaking again. "Where are you guys?"
They both sounded so far away from me and I hated the distance.
"Alice, did you hear about the new Prada handbag that was delivered to New York? Know what's going on with that?"
"Oh God yes! You mean the one covered in leopard print and checkered stripes, right? Well they said that the demand for it was so high that another shipment is. . . "
I crawled to the sound of the talkative pixie's voice, using her constant stream of words as a guide. Hopefully Rose was thinking in my direction as well.
It wasn't a whole minute before my outstretched hand encountered Alice's camisole covered shoulder blade. I sighed, got to my knees and threw my arms around her small body, just glad that she was safe, that she was here with me. I felt Rose's hand on my arm and pulled her into the embrace as well. Thankfully Alice shut up long enough for me to suggest a plan.
"We've been kidnapped by a couple of illiterate rednecks, girls. Escape is actually much easier than we think it is. We just have to convince them to do something, make them slip up so bad that they leave us unsupervised, give us a chance to run for it. Any ideas?"
"Seduction?" Of course Rosalie would choose that kind of distraction. "We can tell him we'd fuck him and shoot him in the dick when he's naked."
"No," I said shaking my head. "Too many holes in that plot. He's going to wonder where the sudden urge to have sex with him came from. Not to mention the dude in the wheelchair doesn't work from the waist down. There'd be no point with him and he'd shoot us point-blank."
"We can ask him nicely?" Alice chirped.
Rose slapped Alice in the back of the head and I thanked her for doing it for me.
Just then the lock of the door jiggled and all three of us released a sound of distress. A minimal amount of light flew into the room as four large figures filed into the dank room. I could pick Edward out immediately.
Emmett, Jasper and Edward were led to the corner farthest from us where they sat, sashes still tied around their eyes, their hands as well.
"When Leah comes," Jacob began, sauntering over to the door, "she'll decide what to deal with you lot. For now, y'all stayin' here for the night. I'll be back in a few, kiddies." And with that we were locked in again.
We crawled as fast as we could to get to the boys, hugging them to us as we met. I untied the knot behind Edward's head and let the blindfold fall to the floor, my heart swelling as I gazed into my favorite pair mossy green eyes. I unbinded his wrists next and was pressed against his hard chest not a second later.
He stroked my hair, head to waist and back again, as he whispered his worries to me in my hair.
"I'm fine," I assured him. "We have to figure out a way to escape, though."
"I know, love. Jasper already thought of the perfect ploy."
"Lay it on us, Jizz Parlor."
Turns out that Jizzy's thoughts were similar to Rose's. We were going to seduce Jacob. My skin crawled at the idea of being so close to his nose. The boys were going to take care of the man in the wheelchair, Billy, once we took care of his son. As we all learned of our roles, I couldn't help the grimace that appeared n my face. Why did it always have to be me? Masen was in agreeance with me but Emmett convinced us that it was for the best.
"Hey guys," Alice shouted, excited. "Those idiots forgot to jack our shit! We still have food!"
Recognition fell over us and we all jerked the bags off our backs. I swear to God I didn't even remember having these. We had food, water, and Edward found his pocket knife. Perfect! We found a few flashlights and shined them around, getting a look at where we were exactly. It was a low ceiling cave formation, 100% rock walled room. Damn.
The rest of the evening was spent going over our lines, snacking, and thinking over improvisation if something didn't go according to plan, though unlikely, and sleeping in our lovers' arms.
When Jacob arrived to retake us only a few hours later the plan was set into action on the spot. I scrambled to my feet sleepily and closed the distance between us, throwing my arms over his neck and pressing my body against his. The others pretended to still be asleep behind us.
"Jacob," I breathed. "Take me. Please take me!" If my breath stunk then this might not go as smoothly as planned.
"W-what are ya doing, woman? Don't touch me like thayat!"
I wheeled my hands to glide down his sturdy body and caress his ass through his raggedy jeans.
"Please, Jacob? We're alone. They're too tired to bother us." I took his hands in mine and placed them on my hips, attaching my lips to his neck. He tasted like sweat and shit. I missed Edward and his clean, manly taste. "I'll be quiet, I swear. I want you so badly, please!"
And the award for worst horny teenager goes to. . . Bella Swan! Someone direct this whore to an acting coach!
-Will you shut the fuck up and let me act, goddamn annoying inner voice! I'm trying for fuck's sakes!
As I flicked my tongue over his collarbone I felt him give in a bit. The hands on my hips moved lower to my ass where he pulled me even closer to him. I felt his junk harden against my stomach and wanted so badly to get away from him.
He groaned and pulled my head up with his hand, his tongue diving in my mouth with absolutely no grace whatsoever. I dry heaved. His mouth reminded me of Renee's dog's. He had dog breath! I pulled my lips away from him, turning my face to gape in some fresh, dry air. His hot mouth went to my chest, his fingers impatiently pulling my shirt away from my body.
"Jacob I want you inside of me," I said quickly, and I knew the others behind me were ready to set themselves into action. From this position, I could just barely see Rose dig into Edward's bag and pull out the knife, quickly handing it to Emmett and pretending to sleep again. Em passed it to Jasper, Jasper to Alice, where she hid the knife behind her back, her eyes closed. Edward was aware of the exchanges of course, but remained still. The knife was for emergency use only. If the original plan failed, the back up plan would most definitely succeed.
Jacob pushed me back against the wall that Masen sat up against, sneering.
"I wanna fuck you right next to your lover boy, here," he panted undoing his jeans. "I want him to hear it in his sleep. He doesn't deserve such a purty bird like you, doll."
I tried to smile but that shit fell flat. This just felt so wrong in so many ways.
"Ready, baby?" He pulled my pants down to my ankles in one swift movement and positioned himself at my entrance. I made a small noise in the back of my throat, surprised at his speed. He wasn't supposed to have made it this far! What the fuck were they doing? Kill him, Alice! Kill him!
Jacob pulled my legs up around his neck and was just about to thrust into me when a deafening crack sounded behind him and he fell onto my chest. Edward stood behind him, his expression stoic.
"Now you can fuck all the 'purty' birds you'd like, in unconsciousness," he said, his voice icy as he kicked Jacob onto his side and off of me. He dropped to his knees and pulled me to his chest, just holding me, not saying anything.
"I'm so sorry, love. So sorry."
I found that I couldn't open my mouth to speak, to tell him that he didn't need to be sorry; there was a lump in my throat, though. I then noticed that my cheeks were wet. I touched the pad of my finger to my face and observed the moisture. Tears. I was crying? I didn't even fucking notice! Not God was taking shit too far now.
"I'm okay, Edward," I croaked.
"Are you sure?" he asked, pulling back to look at me. I nodded and he kissed my lips chastely, trying not to frighten me. Bullshit. I attacked his lips when he pulled away, my tongue darting out to swipe against his lower lip. He opened up to me and I met his tongue with my own, tasting him, savoring that tang was specifically Edward.
"Bella." he whispered against my lips, catching his breath. "Stay here with Alice. Rose is outside hot-wiring Jacob's truck as we speak. I'll be with her so we can get out of this shithole faster, okay?"
I nodded, not wanting to let him go in any case. He kissed me once more before going out the door.
Why the hell is it so cold in here? I looked down and noticed my pants were around my fucking ankles.
Well damn.
I pulled my pants up my leg and crawled over to Alice, who was going through everyone's bags, looking for something.
"Al?"
Her spiky little head snapped up from her task and she threw everything aside to put her arms around me.
"We're so sorry for putting you in that situation, Bells. Especially Edward. You know we love you, right?"
I smiled and hugged Alice till she squeaked. "I know, pixie. I just broke down a little. I'm fine."
"Good! Now put these on," she said throwing clothes at me. "You smell like dog."
I dressed quickly, not paying any attention to what I was putting on.
"Where is everyone?"
"Jacob left his hideous truck outside but hid the keys. Em and Jasper are looking for the keys in that rat shack house but Rose and Edward are trying to hot-wire it."
Edward.
Edward saved my shit just now. If he hadn't taken Jacob out when he did. . . Edward. I couldn't form a coherent thought anymore. Only Edward. I didn't even thank him.
I rose to my feet without another word to Alice and let my legs guide me out of the rocky room.
I have to find Edward.
Getting through the door, I climbed the steep incline to the exiting doorway.
I have to thank Edward.
I was met with the bright new moon shining over the forest, giving the green grass a silvery gleam through the blackness my surroundings.
Edward saved me.
The groan of an engine sounded to my left and I followed it without thought. I saw Rose's long legs peaking out from beneath the truck.
Edward loves me.
As my legs shifted me closer to the loud vehicle, I saw a figure in the passenger seat. Just a shadow but I knew it was him. I knew it was Edward.
I'm in love with Edward.
I threw the passenger door open and crawled into his lap, covering his mouth with mine before he could say anything. He made a noise of surprise but otherwise didn't stop me. His lips felt different from before, tasted different too. No matter. It was probably my imagination. I was possibly still in shock.
I didn't thank you, Edward. Thank you so much. You saved me, Edward.
I conveyed every thought I was thinking into the kiss, pouring myself into it.
I love you, Edward.
Without breaking the kiss I discarded my pants as well as his and positioned his erection at my entrance.
I want to love you, Edward.
Another sound of surprise. I kissed him hard as I let him slide into me, moaning into his mouth as I buried him in me to the hilt. He felt incredibly different but still wonderful nonetheless. I picked up my hips and dropped them into his lap again, letting him fill me completely again and again. It was magnificent.
I was just about at my peak when the passenger door flung open. I lifted my head from Edward's mouth to tell whoever was there to fuck off but the words caught in my throat when I got an eyeful of copper-bronze hair.
"Bella?" the figure choked?
"Edward?"
Then who the hell. . . ? I turned to the person under me.
"Emmett!"
"Bella!"
"Emmett!"
"Edward?"
"Bella?"
"Edward!"
"Hey, Edward what's all the . . . ? Emmett and Bella!"
"Jasper!"
Fuck my life.
Author's Note: Oh yeah. I'm fucked in the head, I know, I know. This little part here was supposed to be in the next chapter but I wanted to push my luck ;)
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