Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight... I own this fic.
A/N: Well, this is the last chapter for tonight. Please leave me your thoughts. Tell me... how many of you have felt like Bella does in this situation?
Selfish 9
"So, what... you just took him just like that?" comments Rosalie.
Once again I'm meeting with my friends.
They have become a lifeline of sorts... and I'm not willing to cut them loose.
Not again.
Once again, Alice is staring off into space, or more precisely, Rosalie's opened wallet that's coincidently showing her Jasper.
And Rosalie... she's eating again.
And yes, I took him back, because he was right.
I wouldn't have been able to move forward knowing that I didn't try once more.
But if this try out fails. I'm out.
For sure.
I swear
"Yes. I have to try, you know. If it doesn't work out, then I'm out."
"If you say so," she says.
Alice continues to be in her daze.
Rosalie continues to eat.
I begin to wonder if facebook was fucking worth it.
When I come home from the grocery store, I am shocked.
The house is filled with roses.
Everywhere.
Carlisle is dressed in a tux... holding more flowers.
The smell is so overwhelming. Very much so.
There is the smell from the cleaning products, the dinner he has served on the dinning table, and the flowers.
I want to gag... I smile instead.
This was so not what I had in mind.
I don't want romance damn it!
I want him to bend me on his knee and slap my ass.
Call me a slut.
Fuck me hard.
Look at another girl's ass for fuck's sake. I do.
Is that wrong? No! I can appreciate the female anatomy for what it is.
Why can't he.
Maybe if I strip down and get on all fours he'll get the message.
Or call a priest.
All I know... is that this is not the second chance I want.
