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As always, these Lovely creatures don't belong to me...sadly.
Chapter 9: Runaway
Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
Bella
Jasper was, for lack of a better term, killing me. The bastard was fucking relentless. After his little escapade with that slut Alice, he didn't stop there. No, in the few weeks since that night, he was brought home three more girls while Carlisle and Esme were out. Where the hell he found these girls, so willing to be fucked by him, was beyond me. Did he just have them waiting out at the beach, at his call when the time called for it?
Did you ever stop to think that they weren't as willing as you think, Bella?
Well damn, of course I had thought about that. He may not be my favorite person in the world, but even I wasn't blind to the apparent appeal that Jasper had. I knew his type, had dated one a couple years ago. Though back then, I wasn't strong enough to handle someone like that, the 'bad boy.' I could hold my own now, refusing to let some guy break me down. Even so, there was still something about Jasper that scared the shit out of me. Not so much out of fear, but out of intimidation. It was like he knew what I was thinking all the time. He knew just what to do and say to get under my skin and drive me crazy. That shit just isn't normal!
As it were, it was more likely that Jasper lured in these girls with his looks and charm. He was very…seductive when the time called for it. I would know, he was constantly trying to play it on me as part of twisted game, but I never let him see that it affected me. But damn it, it did.
It makes me sick to think that when he brought those other girls to the house, I reacted the exact same way I had the first time. I heard them, and I fucking imagined myself that girl as I touched and writhed, wondering what it'd really feel like to be her.
Yea, that's right. I thought about it, a lot. What kind of person does that me? I'm not sure. Someone who's not right in the head? Yea, that seems about right. It's one thing for him to do this on purpose, but it's another to react the way I do. I'm sure that wasn't his intention. Who brings a girl over so that the person down the hall can get off?
Don't put it past him, he doesn't exactly functionally normally.
That was for damn sure. If I was a bit messed up in the head then Jasper was fucked in the head. He said and did things that made even me do a double take. He was an addict, but that didn't exactly make things clearer.
Take right now. We were sitting down for dinner, the four of us and he had been staring at me almost the entire time. Esme and Carlisle must've been oblivious because they hadn't a said a word to us.
"Oh, Jasper I forgot to tell you honey!" Esme's sudden change of voice made even me look over at her. She was happier than usual, something I didn't think was possible. "We're having some visitors coming in tomorrow."
Visitors? Who in the hell…
"Who?" His tone was flat, acting like he didn't care. I knew better, he was curious.
"Your aunt Elizabeth is coming." She turned to look at me. "Elizabeth is my sister." She clarified for me, because I was just dying to know.
"Just her?" He hedged.
"Course not, their entire family."
Both Jasper and I cringed, his more visible than mine. "What about my parents?" I hadn't been expecting him to ask that and neither had Esme. Her surprised expression faded after a moment.
"I'm sorry sweetie. I called your mother last week. She said they couldn't make it."
Ouch, that was a low blow. "Figures." He mumbled, his attention falling back to the plate in front of him.
"But I think maybe having some family around will be good for you, Jasper." She tried to make something good out of it.
He remained silent.
"I hope you're okay with us having some company?" my uncle asked.
"Not like I have much of a choice now." Shrugging, I really didn't care. I wanted to give him a bad time though. He should feel bad, he could've asked me. I was living here after all.
The rest of the night passed rather uneventfully. I endured some TV with my uncle and his wife while Jasper went off and locked himself in his room. Probably popping a few pills, he didn't come out the rest of the night. As much as I wanted to be alone, I knew there wasn't much to do in my room. I had a few books, but I had read them all already. I had my journal, but there wasn't much to write and there was no way in hell I'd think about going to talk with Jasper. What would we talk about, our addictive behavior? The fact that when he was having sex with those girls, I wanted to know what it'd really feel like instead of achieving release with my hand? Yes, that'd go over real well.
At eleven however, I couldn't take it anymore and I finally retreated to my room and had to force myself to fall asleep. It took a few hours, but I eventually did it.
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People seem to not know the concept of sleeping in around here. Even though it was a holiday and neither Carlisle nor Esme were working, they were up by seven and running around the house like madmen. Honestly, what the hell were they doing? Cleaning? I doubt it, the house was always so pristine. The tenth time they passed my door, I got my answer.
"They're plane gets in at ten so we should leave soon honey." Esme's voice floated in. Ah, so that's what was up. They were readying themselves for the arrival of Esme's sister and family. As much as I hate the fact that more people are coming, I have a feeling that it's going to be an interesting weekend. Who knows, maybe by having his family here I'll be able to learn about what really happened to Jasper, find out what makes him tick.
As much as I keep telling myself I want nothing to do with him, a big part of me wants to know his secret. Why, it's simple really. I'm a curious bitch, plain and simple. All traces of the sweet, meek Bella died a long time ago. I was already on my way down before they sent me to the hospital, before my mom died. Something tells me that wasn't the case with Jasper. Having lost his sister, someone that he probably loved more than anything, that would be enough to make someone go crazy. To that extent, I understand where he's coming from, what he's dealing with.
I wonder if Jasper and I had met under different circumstances say, in the hospital, would we still have this blunt hatred for one another. That's a big 'what if' question that I will never know the answer to so it's not even worth mulling over.
Esme and Carlisle left ten minutes later, the house falling silent. Not wanting to deal with everything outside, I allowed myself to sleep for another hour. I knew they wouldn't be back soon, if they were driving to a big airport.
I woke back up at ten and as much as I wanted to sleep more, I knew my uncle wouldn't be too pleased if I was still in my pajamas when his guests arrived. Esme was so organized and put together and it would come as no surprise if her sister was the same.
Showering, I rummaged through my closet trying to find something suitable to wear. It was summer, the Fourth of July Actually so I figured wearing shorts would be alright. I had one dress in that closet, but why the hell would I wear a dress? It was pink, I fucking hated pink. In the midst of slipping on my favorite white shorts, I quickly pulled them back down and reached for that damn dress. I don't know why, something just nagged at me to do so. It still had the tags on it from when Esme bought it two weeks ago. Slipping it on, it hit an inch or two above my knees. Indulging for a second, I twirled in front of the mirror before erupting into laughter.
"God mom, if you could see me." I laughed alone, looking at my reflection. It actually wasn't bad. It was a summer dress, in a shade of pink that was darker than I looked on the hanger. It was strapless, but I didn't feel too exposed. I actually liked the way my hair flowed around it. For a second, I felt extremely girly and a part of me enjoyed it.
In the midst of laughter, there were suddenly tears as I continued to look at myself. Mom had always wanted me to wear dresses, but I never caved. Now, here I was…wearing a fucking dress!
Don't cry over something you can't change. That was something they told us in the hospital, when this girl would scream in the middle of the night. They said that what happened in the past, there's nothing we can do about it. Was it harsh? Maybe so, but it was true.
Snapping out of my potential breakdown, I finished getting dressed before venturing downstairs. I glanced towards Jasper's door, relieved to see it was closed. I hope that meant he was still in there. He wasn't in the kitchen so I was able to enjoy the apple juice and toast I made. Cooking wasn't really my forte so I was sort of helpless in that department.
Around eleven, they still weren't back and Jasper hadn't showed his face so I opted to watch TV. It was on the Lifetime Movie Network and I smiled. This shit was my guilty pleasure. Even if the movies were crappy and overdramatic, I love watching them. Growing up I had watched with my mom and even when I was in the hospital. Throughout everything, that stupid station had been one of the only constants in my life. Pretty pathetic I suppose, but I didn't care.
Sitting back, I curled up with the blanket lying there and soon became engrossed with the movie. I had watched Dying to Dance a good ten times and it never got old. It was a movie about a ballerina who would do anything to be perfect and come out on top. It was depressing as hell, but I loved it.
The movie was almost over when I heard the front door open. I didn't even look up, but I knew who it was. I heard my uncle and Esme, followed by the sound of some other voices. From what I heard, there was a woman and two guys. I was silently relived that there wasn't kids running in behind them. I wasn't exactly kid friendly, they drove me crazy to be honest.
"Bella!" A cheery Carlisle walked into the living room along, the rest coming in behind him. "There you are dear."
"Yea, hey." I switched off the television and stood up, fixing my dress that had ridden up a little bit.
Real classy Bella. What, at least I fixed it right?
"Bella honey, come here." Esme waved me over and I complied to her request, soon coming to stand beside her. "I want you to meet my sister. Elizabeth this Bella." She wrapped her arm around my shoulders lovingly. Esme's sister stepped forward and smiled warmly at me.
"It's very nice to meet you honey." Her voice was soft, like Esme. She was taller than her sister, but with the same complexion and hair. Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "Esme was right, you are a very beautiful young lady." When she pulled away, she winked and I smiled at her nervously. What was up with this lady? She was a bit too friendly. Guess the term personal space didn't exist in Elizabeth nor Esme's vocabulary.
I was introduced to her husband next, but I barely heard his name when I saw the person standing behind them. Leaning against the wall, hands shoved into his pockets, stood hands down someone who clearly wasn't real. Doing a double take, I caught him looking at me the second time.
Yea, this guy isn't real if he's staring at me like that.
"This is my son," Elizabeth turned towards the guy and he came forward "Edward, don't be rude. Say hello."
Wait what? If this was her son, then that meant that Edward was…related to Jasper. Great, and here I thought…
"Hello," He took my hand that was stuck to my side, shook it and in a complete Cary Grant move, kissed it. "It's nice to meet you Bella." Smiling up at me, I nodded like an idiot. Oh, this guy was good. Too fucking good, no wonder he and Jasper were related. Was there some magic tonic these women were drinking to produce these womanizers? Shit, this was so crazy.
"Oh Jasper there you are!" My hand dropped from Edward's the second Jasper's presence was announced. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes flickered between Edward and I for a second before coming into the living room to greet his family. He spoke respectively to his aunt and uncle, but when he turned towards Edward, his entire demeanor changed.
"Edward." His greeting was cold as he glared at his cousin.
"Jasper," he responded "It's nice to see you again, man. It's been too long." He wasn't fazed by Jasper's attitude, keeping his cool.
"Not long enough." I didn't know what their deal was, but talk about family drama.
That's when it hit me. Looking at the two boys quickly, it all clicked. I looked up at Edward again and the second I saw him, my stomach clenched. I knew right then, he was the one.
Edward was going to be my way to get under Jasper's skin. I had been waiting, thinking of something that I could do to him that would get him back for all the shit he had been pulling.
Was it a low blow, wanting to use Jasper's cousin to get back at him? Probably, but the bastard deserved it. Like I had told him, he fucked with the wrong girl and I wasn't going to let him forget it.
Besides, Edward was absolutely fucking gorgeous, not like those skanks Jasper had brought to the house. No, if I was going to do this, you better believe I'd snag the hottest guy I could find. Luckily for me, he had just stepped into the living room.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted Edward. If possible, I'd let him take me right here on the damn couch, but I knew that was impossible. Edward looked like a guy with morals. My only hope was that he wouldn't turn me down or worse, was in a relationship back home. He'd never go for it if that was the case. No, I needed him to be single, horny and to fuck me, hard.
Thinking about his hands and what they were capable of, I about fucking lost it on the spot. But God, it was those lips and hair that were completely sending me over the edge in my sudden Edward fantasy. I could only imagine what kind of guy he was in the bed. I hoped he wasn't overly romantic. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but I needed him to be a bit aggressive. Shit, with that face, I'd let him bite me if wanted to. Bite me, fuck me…long as he could make me scream.
I was suddenly finding myself in a rather compromising position. I was feeling rather hot and bothered in places that I wanted Edward to satisfy later.
"Well, the four of us are going to head out." Esme's voice pulled me straight out of my fantasies. Wait, what did she say?? "These two want to get a head start on the festivities." She glanced over at her sister and her husband.
I just about jumped for fucking joy when she said that. I thought I'd have to wait until later to put this plan in motion, but luck must be on my side today.
"Make sure to show Edward around, take him down to the beach." Esme waved her hand at Jasper and I. I nodded, Jasper smirked. Moody bastard.
"Yes, you kids have a good time while we're gone." Edward's mother kissed my cheek and hugged the two boys.
Oh, I'll show him a good time alright. They left soon after that, leaving the three of us standing in the living room.
"So," Edward stepped closer to me, Jasper watching like a hawk behind us "we going to have some fun today dear Bella?"
Hell fucking yes! "I think so." I peered up at him through my eyelashes, playing the innocent card with him. He seemed to fall for it, but something told me he wasn't as innocent as he seemed.
His face lit up in an adorable half grin and I about jumped him. How was it possible that every little thing, made me react this way? Honestly, I didn't care. He was hot, he was interested and I wasn't about to disappoint.
"You coming Jasper?" Edward turned his head back towards Jasper for a second, waiting for his answer.
Please say no… "Yea, I'm coming." Oh, what the fuck!
As the three of us headed out, I felt an arm slip around my bare shoulders. Looking up, Edward was staring right back down at me. Hearing Jasper mutter something under his breath was just the thing I needed to push forward. I, rather coyly, leaned into his warm embrace.
Damn he smells good.
Oh yea, it was official. Operate seduce Edward was in full effect! Though, with the way he was looking at me, I was wondering if I'd be the one who was going to be seduced.
At any rate, as long as we ended up in my room at the end of the night, I didn't care who do it.
Jasper was about to get a taste of his own medicine.
God, revenge was going to be so fucking sweet.
Teaser for Ch 10: "Hit me," I hissed "I know you want to fucking do it."
Note to Jasper: Don't mess with Bella.
I LOVED her reaction to Edward. lol.I love her, bet you didn't peg her as a Lifetime girl huh?
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