Warning: This story is for readers over the age of eighteen. It consists of sex, drugs and alcohol in a very vivid manner.

(Caught in A)Bad Romance

Chapter Eight

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"I want your love and I want your revenge.

You and me could write a bad romance."

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The Cullen's need to leave Forks immediately. If they could leave the continent, that'd be even better. They just need to leave me alone.

What did I do to deserve this shit? I finally found myself living a life where I didn't cry over Edward anymore. Yeah, my worldly views got a little skewed along the way but who's are right these days?

I can't believe Edward had the audacity to come to have the fucking receptionist call Dr. Bradley away. Barging in on my life is one thing but to have him literally interrupt my sex life is just a douche-y move on his part. Since he isn't getting any, that means I have to suffer? I suddenly have to stop what I'm doing since he's back in town? I don't fucking think so.

I tap my fingers against the steering well, feeling the all too familiar jittery feeling my body is making. I need a fix. I already used the last of my stash this morning that was hidden deep in my dresser. Thanks to the Cullen's, I'll have to make another trip to Tyler's. Fuck. He's going to be so pissed but if I explain it to him, he has to give me more. I mean, I'm Bella fucking Swan. I own him. I'm pretty sure I've made that pretty clear with all the fucking we do.

As I knock on Tyler's door, I can't stop the fidgeting that takes over my body. If I don't get anything in the next hour, I'll be a fucking mess. When he finally answers, which feels like I've been standing here forever; I push past him and walk into the living room. Nobody's here but I see the coke in baggies on the coffee table, ready for sale.

"You leave that shit on the table? Anyone can walk in."

For having lots of money, he sure does live in some shit hole. Anyone could break in and steal it all but he doesn't seem to worry about it.

"My door was locked and I knew it was you. I could practically hear your teeth chattering from inside the apartment," he jokes but I don't think it's funny, "…which confuses me by the way. Haven't I set you up?"

"Yeah, but some shit happened, Tyler. I need some more."

I can see he doesn't want to but when can he ever resist me? Rubbing a hand through his tight curls, he gives me a long hard look, probably debating with himself.

I walk over to him and run my fingers over his biceps, not wanting to take the chance of him saying no. His breathing stutters and shudders beneath my fingertips. "C'mon, Tyler," I whisper. "You know I'm good for whatever you want. Let me make you feel good, baby." I run my hands down to his jeans, never breaking eye contact and squeeze him tightly. Sliding down to the floor, I settle on my knees and look up at him. Giving him a playful wink, I pull down his zipper.

"You're so lucky I like you, Swan."

"I know," I grin.

...

When I'm feeling like my new self again, I kiss him on the lips and stand up, adjusting my dress. He stares at my legs longingly and I try not to laugh. Boy's got it bad.

He's relaxing on the couch in his birthday suit with hooded eyes and smoking a cigarette. He's purely satisfied and I give myself a mental pat on the back. I'm feeling pretty damn good too. After I gave him the head of his life, we did three lines, drank a couple shots and then I thanked him again by climbing on top of him. I'm very satiated and I must admit, it felt great to finally orgasm.

"You can shower here, you know," He tells me while blowing out a puff of smoke. "I got girly shit in there if that's what you're wondering."

"I'd rather not ask about that girly shit," I smirk, while putting my heels back on. "Who knows where it came from."

"Oh, come on, Bella," he rolls his eyes at me and sits up, resting his elbows on his knees. "It's not like you're the only one with an active sex life."

"Oh, I'm not disagreeing with you and I encourage you to keep fucking. I don't need you getting all clingy on me." I joke. He scoffs at my teasing but there is some truth to what I said. If I asked Tyler to bend over so I could fuck him with a strap on, I'm sure he'd do it just because I asked. "… but I don't put up with the strange, Tyler. I fuck in Forks, not outside of it like you do with all the strange pussy you bring back with you from Port Angeles and Seattle.

"I'm not always fucking. I run a business, remember? In fact, these baggies are ready to be shipped out later today. Here."

He hands me one of the baggies from the coffee table; one of the bigger bags and I tuck it into my purse. "Thanks," I tell him.

"So what happened with your stash? You never told me."

"The Cullen's confiscated it."

"What?" he asks shocked. "Bella—"

"Don't worry," I cut him off. "They don't know about you and I've got enough shit on them to last a lifetime. Your name will never come up."

"Are you sure 'cause I can't fucking get busted," he says, his voice panicked. "This is serious shit. Man, I didn't even know they were back."

"Yeah, imagine my surprise when I found out, too. Look, Tyler, they won't find out anything and even if they did, there's nothing they can do. They've got skeletons in their closets deeper than you could ever imagine and I know all of them. They can't do shit."

"Alright, Bella," he nods and leans back against the couch, lighting another cigarette. "I believe you. You wouldn't lie to me."

"I gotta get going but I'll see you later, okay?"

"C'mere," he says softly.

Geez, he's ready for another round? I watch as his dick springs to life and I let out a laugh as it bounces slightly hitting him in the stomach. He's hung like a fucking horse.

I make my way over to him and hike up my dress a little bit. Straddling his thighs, I kiss him deeply. His hand grip my ass cheek and I moan into his mouth when his other hand slips under my dress.

Suddenly, my phone rings and I hear song ringtone letting me know I have a text msg. I pull back while Tyler slips his hands out from me and I hop off to retrieve my phone.

Dale sent me a picture message.

I won't be opening that now.

Looking back at Tyler, I roll my eyes. "Charlie," I lie. "I have to call the fucker back or he won't leave me alone."

"Alright," he sighs while standing up and I admire the view of his naked form. "Take a couple of those bottles of Vodka. I'm getting hooked up with a case later."

He grabs two bottles off a table and I take them both. Nobody will say shit to me as I walk out of here so I don't have to worry.

I kiss him one last time and make my way to the front door. If I don't leave now, I might fuck him again.

...

As soon as I'm in my truck, I tuck the bottles under the cab away from prying eyes so that they'll stay hidden and toss my bag beside me. The last thing I need is for Charlie to see bottles of liquor in my truck...but honestly that's the worst of his problems. If he only knew.

I open the picture message Dale sent me to see what it is, though I'm pretty sure I have a good idea. A large cock instantly takes up my screen and I smile that this is specially for me.

I send him a text:

You're fucking huge...but I already knew that ;) Can't wait to jump on that later.

I receive the next text almost immediately.

I reserved a lounge on the second floor. When we get inside, I'm going to bend you over the couch and fuck you senseless.

I'm dripping at the thought.

I'm already soaked, Dale.

Tonight's going to be fun.

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Looking at myself in the club's bathroom mirror, I smile to myself. I'll be getting laid tonight with this outfit on, that's for sure. My dress is black and has a plunging neckline. The dress itself comes to end right below my ass and I honestly can't even remember if I put on underwear before I left the house. Lifting my dress up a bit I do in fact see black lacy panties.

Check!

Holding onto the counter, I lean down and snort the line and wrinkle my nose as it tickles me. I do another and brace myself again as I stumble backwards.

I feel so much better. I'll be needing my strength for Dale later.

Looking back in the mirror and see myself; pale and plain.

So ordinary. So human.

Wiping my nose clean, I glare at my reflection.

While my eyes may be the windows to my soul, my body is a window for pleasure.

"Fuck this," I mumble, purely disgusted with my train of thought. This shit is supposed to make me forget the bullshit, not add more to my already growing plate of problems.

The Cullen's shouldn't effect me anymore, but they're return puts me on edge and after having a heated argument with Edward today, I need to put him and the rest of his family way out of my mind.

I head out of the bathroom and onto the main floor without another glance at myself in the mirror.

"Miss me?"

I spin around to see Dale with a drink in his hand. "Yes." I grin widely.

"C'mon. I don't want to be obvious," he says while looking around. "I've got a booth in the back. You know how I feel about us being out in the open, Bella."

Like people don't already know…but whatever.

Who are we going to run into anyway? He likes this place for a reason.

Letting him lead me to the curtained area, I catch a glimpse of bronze but it's too quick for me to notice. The drugs are taking affect so I don't let my mind wander to thoughts of Edward.

Once inside the booth, Dale closes the curtain tightly so nobody can see inside. I slide up against him and start kissing his neck while his hands instantly come to grip my waist, pulling me tightly against him. "Mmmm." He moans.

I push him towards the couch and straddle his lap. We start to dry hump and I feel so close to coming undone when his phone rings, interrupting us and our moment. "Don't answer it." I grunt, lost in my euphoria. "Fuck, baby."

"I have to." He looks at me with an apology written all over his face but I sigh and get off his lap instead. I don't even care if someone is dying; I want to get laid dammit. I feel like the phone is always stopping me.

God, I'm a ho. I act like I haven't gotten any today. I laugh to myself.

Squeezing my thighs together to help relieve the built up pressure, I walk over to the curtain in front of us. The silk curtain provides privacy and a level of intimacy for those who purchase a booth.

I peek through the open slit and stare longingly at the club goers out on the dance floor who seem to be dry humping along to the beat of the music. At least they're getting a release.

As I continue to look around, my gaze lands on a group of people and my eyes instantly harden. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." I hiss angrily.

Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, and Edward are staring at me. Edward gives me a disappointing look but no matter what our past is, he will never make me feel guilty. He thinks he can try but he can't. He can go fuck himself.

Fucking prick.

Looking back at Dale once more, I see that he's too preoccupied to notice my distress while he's on the phone. I grab my purse and walk out of the confined booth. I head downstairs to the dance floor where I know the Cullen's are waiting. I have no desire to strike a conversation with them but I do plan on making it clear again that they are not apart of my future. They're only a tiny piece of my past.

Finally standing in front of them, I let them have it. "Can you guys fucking leave me alone already?" I say shouting over the music even though I don't need to. With their sensitive hearing, they can hear me perfectly fine.

"Bella, we're here to take you home," Alice says. "I had a vision and you were going to overdose. It wasn't going to be pretty. The only way was to intervene by coming here and taking you back to our house."

"So?" I say as I raise an eyebrow. "Let me overdose. I'll be fine in the morning."

"Bella," Rosalie hisses and grabs me by the arm forcefully. "You either come willingly or I'll drag you out myself. You've given me more problems than anyone else and I've met my share of problematic people. I'd really like to go home and I can't unless you're with us. if that means dragging you by your scrawny neck, so be it."

She's obviously not going to let me go and as much as I know I could just walk away, her pulling me by my scrawny neck doesn't sound too appealing.

I huff and look up to where Dale is behind the curtain.

"Don't worry about him. He has to leave anyway." Alice explains.

"He wasn't going to ditch me was he?" I ask feeling more disturbed by the thought.

"I don't have all night." Rosalie snaps.

"Are you late for an important meeting? A Vampire thing?" I sarcastically ask.

"Remember, Bella…" Emmett chimes in. "You either come with us willingly or I let my wife drag you out of here."

Rosalie pulls me towards the exit but as I try to squirm out of her grasp, she only tightens her grip.

"I'll scream." I threaten.

"Do that and see what happens." Rosalie chuckles darkly.

...

As soon as we step inside the Cullen's house, Carlisle and Esme meet us in the living room.

"Bella…" Carlisle looks at me guiltily. "I'm sorry for the force but there needs to be some sort of intervention. This cannot go on."

I rock back and fourth on my heels and look around the room. I need to move around. I've had too much tonight and my high is at it's peak. If I were still at the club, I'd be dancing it off and be fine by the end of the night. But here, there's nothing for me to do and I can't keep still. These people keep ruining everything.

"Have you been listening to anything that I've said to you just now?"

"No." I say seriously, biting my fingernails.

This has only happened to me one other time. Don't get me wrong, I've been so high to the point that I'll either pass out or stay awake for hours on end but this… this is like that one rare occasion where my brain couldn't keep up with my movements.

In my mind everything is racing but my body is slow. I reach out to touch an end table and it feels like I'm going in slow motion even though my impulses were sent out to my brain moments ago to do this simple action. I bring my hand back and bite my nails while I continue to fidget and look around.

"Well, Carlisle. The best thing for Bella right now is to let her move around. Maybe we can let her unpack some boxes or clean something." Alice offers. "Until she comes down from her high, she'll continue to move like that."

"I say go for it." Emmett laughs. "Start with Alice's room. Clean out her closet."

"Don't you dare do it, Bella." Alice glares.

"Love, why don't you-" Edward begins but I cut him off.

"Don't call me that!" I mumble as I continue to chew on my fingers.

"I'm going to my room." Rosalie sighs as she turns away. "The human is annoying me again. Alice, stand guard by your closet door."

"That isn't funny, Rose." she pouts.

"Sure it is."

"Can you check on Jasper while you're up there?" Alice asks as she gazes towards the staircase.

"I was planning on it."

"Can I go home now?" I ask impatiently. "I can clean do something there."

"Bella, we'd like you stay here for a bit." Esme says in her best motherly voice. "I can give you things to do around the house if you'd like."

"I don't want to be here. I hate you all, remember?" I snap.

The drugs are making me irritable and the fact that I'm not moving around is taking its toll on me. Looking around for an escape, I see Alice shaking her head at me. "No, Bella. You're staying."

"Woah, look how dilated her pupils are."

"I know, Emmett. Don't be crude. We all know." Edward sighs.

"I swear she's gonna eat her hand off. Wouldn't that be kind of cool to see?" He asks excitedly.

"Emmett..."

"Sorry. I'm done now."

"Thank you."

"'Bella the cannibal!'"

"Emmett!"

"I fucking hate you all!" I ground out between clenched teeth. "I swear I do!"

"Maybe we should get Jasper," Carlisle suggests. "He may be able to calm her down."

"No, that won't be necessary," Edward says while glancing at me.

"Don't look at me, fucker."

"Edward, he can help," Esme tells him. "She needs this. He can put her to sleep and we can deal with this in the morning when she's sober."

"You forget that I can hear you." I remind them them.

I look up to see Jasper walking down the staircase at human speed and he never takes his eyes off of me as he makes his way down each step. I don't know why I don't look away.

"Causing quite the ruckus, aren't you, Bella?" he gives me an annoyed look and I glare back. He's doing that weird smirk like he was the first day they all came back. It's snarky and annoying. I wonder what happened for him to become such a fucking douche. I don't remember him like this before.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing...but since I figured the family would be needing my assistance, I would come down before they could ask." He stares at me intently before I start to feel sleepy. He can sense my anger and annoyance and that only intensifies his power. He smirks knowingly at me.

I fucking hate Vampires.


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