Destruction
Chapter 8- Eat Up The Long Wait
The date with Bella went well.
If i was being honest with myself, everything with Bella went well, perfect even. I took her out for dinner every Friday night after school, then she would sleep at home (in Alice's bedroom of course) and on Saturday mornings, she went out with the girls, or we all went out as a group. We found the balance in our life. Academically, we were doing well. Socially, we were doing well, too. I knew every little thing about Bella, and she knew everything about me.
But we were still just friends.
"Bella, we've been going out for weeks now..." I mumbled as I twirled her hair in my lap.
"And it has been glorious," she hummed. "I want to meet your Father, Bella."
There it was again! She shot up and stared at me. "Meet him for what? We're just friends. You don't need to meet my dad, Edward."
"But you know my parents."
"Alice."
"Bella, stop lying to yourself. We are more than friends. Why are you so resistant, Bella? Why?"
Then I saw the vulnerability in her eyes, I heard the deep intake of her breath. She was finally crumbling to my demand, to my only demand. She was finally going to tell me why. This conversation has long been due. "Will you finally tell me today, bien-aime?"
"Yes. But first, we need to get comfortable. This is gonna be one long conversation." I gently pushed her off my lap and grabbed two cokes and a box of Kleenex Tissue (just in-case one of us got teary eyed.)
"You do think of everything." She grinned as she put her head down my lap again and I leaned my head on my headboard. "What can I say? I`m perfect."
"Cocky ass."
"It turns you on." She giggled at that and cleared her throat, ready to begin with the explanation to our frequent fights and ready to answer my raging question and ready to give into my only demand, and ready to give me a side of her I've been begging for.
"My mom and dad... they met each other when mom was fourteen, and dad was fifteen. They both went into single-gender private schools, and had a very good lifestyle. Before a party, my mom saw my dad's Yearbook photo, she got obsessed and cut it and placed it in her wallet, naming it "My future husband", so when this party happened, both of them attended. Renee left her wallet, and coincidentally, Charlie was the one who picked it up. He went thought it looking for an I.D and instead, saw his picture with hearts all over it. A common friend took him to Renee's house, and from then on, they were together."
Bella stopped talking because I was gently laughing, imagining myself opening up some girl's wallet to find out this girl was already wishing matrimony on both of us. I urged her to continue.
"Then Charlie started attending College, and Renee was still finishing her last year in University. Their relationship started becoming rocky. Charlie got into a Fraternity, and they broke up every month. Mom had mentioned that whenever they would break up, Charlie went back to this girl in his school named Lorrie. The only constant girls in his life were my mom and Lorrie. When mom started going to a different University, it was the wake up call for Charlie. He cleaned up his act because he was scared to lose mom to some frat guy, since they went to different schools.
One night, they had a major fight again in my grandmother's house, and mom couldn't take it anymore, she asked him why he kept on cheating on her, and he said because he has needs. And after more than 5 years of being together, she still hasnt been 'gracious enough to open legs', instead of spurring on anger, my mom became depressed and then they had sex. She finally allowed Charlie to have it, although she's been protecting it because she thought it would keep Charlie to herself.
She got knocked up that faithful night and became pregnant with me. Although it seems that back then Renee was the cautious one, the decent one, and Charlie was a cheating asshole, the day Renee found out she was pregnant, was the day their personalities changed. Charlie sobered up, realising that his own selfish needs caused Renee to be pregnant and him to be a father at such a young age. Neither family understood them and both of them were shunned out from their homes. Charlie had to give up his Economics degree to find a job to support Renee and the unborned me, and Renee dropped out of her first year in College because it was a Catholic College and pregnant students weren't allowed. Besides, no one would pay for her anymore. Charlie made enough just to keep a roof above their heads and food in their stomachs. Charlie married Renee, thinking it would bring back the spark, although it didn't. It only put a ball and chain to their feet.
The experience made Renee careless. She thought that all those years guarding her life had gone to waste, so what was the point protecting any of it now, right? She was already knocked up, married to a man who cheated on her and forced her for sex, neither of them was in touch with their families and neither of them were studying. She hated it. She hated it when Charlie came home and hated it when she was alone. A week after she had me, she hated herself too. She couldn't bear raising me half-heartedly. That night, she told Charlie she still had a lot of growing up to do, she told him she was going to try and win back her parent's trust, and that she loves me very much.
They kept in touch, emailing and talking on the phone. When I was five, my mom came back for me. She had finally finished a roughly four year course at the Community College in Arizona- because it was the only thing her parents were willing to give her. She said she wanted to be a mother to me and she has already studied, and would get a better paying job than Charlie. She also told him it was to give him time for himself. As much as he didn't want me to go, he knew he needed to do a little bit of soul searching, too. Charlie attended more classes to be a better Police Officer, slowly climbed up ranks, and took on Fishing as a hobby. Whenever there was any sort of break or holiday, Renee, myself, and Charlie spent it together at either one of my grandparents houses. May it be my mom's parent's house in Arizona where she went home to, or my dad's parent's house in Seattle. Never in Forks, because mom hated it's memories.
Now, mom is married to a guy nearly half her age, and Charlie is still just Charlie. Can you imagine that years ago, they were so inlove? And they were together for so long, but it got fucked up the moment College rolled in? I can't do that, Edward. Any kind of separation will risk that happening to me. That's why, no relationships, equals to no heartbreaks. Just, no."
I hugged Bella to my chest and allowed her to cry freely. She shouldnt be punished for her parent's mistakes. I shouldn't be deprived of the girl I love for a mistake. Bella wasn't even a mistake, she was a blessing.
"Bella, if I may?" I whispered, wanting her to hear me out, too. She nodded.
"I also want to take the easy way out of life. You avoid love, so you dont experience the pain of it. But you string me on, so you can experience the benefits of it"- pain etched her features when I said that, but she didn't protest-"I use my status, my popularity, so I can get things without working hard for them. We're just the same. But, Bella... I go through girls because I've always believed that something as magical as true love, won't fall down on us. It has to be work. I go through, hoping that one of them will be the one for me. I don't drink or smoke for attention, I do it but not often like rumours say I do. I do it for celebration or a distraction. I've started quitting smoking anyway, don't want to kiss you with the stench of it. I got a silly Greek tattoo for self-expression, not because I'm some druggie or bad guy. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my sports and my music. I'm starting to change to be better, for you. I'm not doing it on purpose, I just realised that it's happening.
I don't ask girls out anymore, because I need you to know it's only you. You make me feel so powerful, so brand-new, so loved, every single day. You make me feel like... like.. like, when a stupid blond doesn't know how to do Maths, and she gets the answer right all on her own... you make me feel victorious. Like you're the best thing that's graced this planet, and I have a shot at you, but I don't want the shiny feeling to go away. I'm trying to keep you here, Bella. I want you permanently. You're the one I've been looking for, bien-aime. I study hard now, because you're so smart. I want to have what you'll have... go to an Ivy League University with you, be with you. I'm working harder in Sports now, because I want to be better than all those guys lined up to date you. Sports is one thing we'll compete in, and I need the consistency of my wins. I need something to throw in their faces, say I'm better plus I have her. I don't bitch out on others anymore, I've rid myself of that high horse. I realised, what other people think of me, doesn't really matter. All that matters is what you think because I'm trying to be better for you- not them. If I need something, I do the right thing to get it. My family loves you, you've brought me closer to them, to home, and out of my bubble.
Everything, it's always a Bella thing. I want you to trust me, hopefully you will in your own time. I'm not forcing anything. I won't. But I want you to leave an open window for me, because Bella... I just feel so much for you. Please know that. Besides, everyone watches me in school. You know where I am 24/7, what I do... You own me in everyway a girl can possibly own a boy. I just... I love you to the moon and back, bien-aime."
"Love you, too." My eyes must've left my sockets. That was the first time she said those words back to me. I've been saying them for so long, but it was the first time she's said them back. I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her through her tears. I kissed her so hard she should've forgotten how to breathe.
"Say it again." I rasped, "Say it again, and again, and again."
"I love you, love you, love you, love you, I love you!"
"Fucking beautiful." I wanted to cry at the sound of those words leaving her lips and entering my ears. I stared at her, and saw the glow in her eyes. I wanted to call her mine then and there, and my heart sank. This didn't mean anything, though. "Bella... if you're ready to be my girlfriend, tell me. I won't ask you everyday. Just tell me, okay?"
She nodded her head and pulled me close to her body. She kissed me with a fervour that only I ever gave. "Is your bedroom door locked?" She breathed.
"Yes."
"Where are your parents, and the others?"
"Esme accompanied Carlisle to a Hospital Function. They'll be back late. I don't know where the others are." I was shocked I said it all in one breath, "Bella... we don't have to do anything..."
"Oh but Edward, yes we do. Just not that. I'm not ready. But we do need some sort of... celebration..."
Fuck me. In one second, I pulled both of us out of my bed and went down on Bella. I swiftly removed her socks, fingered my way up her bare legs, swiftly removed her belt and unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts. The sight I saw was beautiful. She was wearing dark blue lacey boy shorts, and I caught a scent of her. "Aren't we turned on?" I teased her and she blushed madly. I slowly pulled her tank top off her body and stared at her matching bra, which pulled both her breasts together, forming such a pretty cleavage. Pretty? I was speechless.
"Maisie and Marie."
"Who the fuck are Maisie and Marie?" Bella almost yelled, crossing her arms, increasing her cleavage.
"Your boobs. This is Maisie, and this is Marie." I said as I palmed her bra clad breasts. They're gorgeous. She didn't answer me, instead she pulled my shirt off my shirt, unbuckled, unbutton and unzipped my khakis, pulling them down swiftly. "Do I get to name him, too?" Bella asked under her lashes, and I was curious as to who, but suddenly she cupped my penis. "Auwgh." I groaned an unintelligible noise. "This will be Mike." I crossed my eyes at her, "I'm joking. This will be Mac. Let's go with the M's." I pulled her closer to me, tired of talking, I kissed her.
She immediately pushed her tongue inside my mouth and our teeth clacked and our tongues delved so deep into each other, and I finally experienced literally sucking someone's face off, and the closer I pulled Bella to me, the crazier I felt because my hard on was pushing on her lower stomach, so close to that part Mac really wanted to be in... not now, Edward!
She came up for breath and my lips sucked her ear in, to her jaw, to her neck to her collarbones, and down her breasts. I pulled her bra off, and sucked on Maisie, while my other hand was treading Marie. "Oh god, Edward. Oh god, auuugh." I switched places, enjoying the cannibalistic sounds my girl was giving me. Although I knew we wont be having sex, imagining sex with her, it would be heaven on earth. I pushed her back on the bed.
"You're gorgeous, Bella Swan" she moaned and I kissed her hard. I kissed her neck down to her collarbone where I kissed and sucked, marking her as mine. I continued south- kissing down between her tits, kissing her on her tits, kissing her stomach and tracing her belly button with my tongue and I blew on it, then she shivered. I could already smell the heavenly smell of her arousal and her panties were soaking wet. I knew her scent was now etched onto my bed, and this time it was more than her shampoo. I buried my face between her legs, smelling her, only the panties in the way- "You will be mine someday to tongue fuck, too." I whispered in front of her panties and she groaned and arched her back.
"Please Edward," Bella begged and bucked her hips once again. I smirked and ran my finger up her slit. Once again she bucked her hips and loudly moaned my name. I opened her folds with my fingers and kept my lips on hers. If she let my lips go, I'm sure they would head down to her wet pussy in no time, and once that happened, I'd be thrusting my cock in her. And we can't. No sex yet.
"More."
Bella was on the edge of her orgasm, I entered two more fingers, bent them and pounded into her and suddenly I released my hand and a string of colorful profanities left her mouth along with my name. "Fucking hell, you're turn."
"No. Baby, today is about you. Let's keep it about you first, okay?" She frowned, but I could see she was okay with it. We lay down on the bed and I gave her my shirt for her to wear.
"So, anyway... about meeting your father?"
"Sure Edward, you can meet him this Monday. Wear a bulletproof vest, don't tell him what we do, say you're asking for his blessing, be angelic even. And we should cross out you getting shot." I gulped at her and she just giggled, I switched our positioning. We were now facing each other and kissing.
I don't know how or when, but sleep claimed us in that position.
AN! No matter how bad the reviews are on this particular story of mine, the late update has been because Ive been thinking whether or not I should update. Then I realised, I write because I want to and love my Characters, not to be praised, criticised or ignored. So here's Chapter 8!
