Chapter 10: The Doorbell
I looked at myself in the mirror and smirked. My skimpy dress showed the outline of my ribs and my non existent ass.
I was wearing high heeled boots, you the boots you could stab people with just in case somebody wanted to rape you. I had my hair tied up in a ponytail, which was fitting because the back of my head looked like a horses ass, anyway.
I ran downstairs and waited for my 'Boo Bear', aka Edward.
I sat on my chair which still had my fat imprint on it from what felt like ages ago and grinned at how sexy my skinny, lanky, boney body must've been to him.
DING DONG DING DING BING DIDLY DOO DONG BING BINGITY RINGITY RING BING NINGITY RING DONG DO RING BOO DING RING DING DONG DIDLY DOO BING RING DING DONG DONG DING RINGALING BING DIDLY DO BOPITY BING RING. BOO BOP BING BING BING BOOOOOOOOOOOO-
The noise turned into almost a fire alarm and the lights went out. Out of the ceiling came a disco ball and dead hookers fell from the hole in the ceiling as well.
"YA YA YA, SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOOOOORRRR. YA! YA YA YA, ANSWER THE DOOOR YA!" the ceiling played to a rocking beat.
The hookers in the cage that fell from the ceiling lie idly as the spotlight shown the guys and their white shorts. Water then feathers fell from the ceiling onto the dead bodies and the cages shook to probably what they would be dancing to if they were alive.
Then the cage holes opened up and comdoms, dildos and strap-ons shot out all around the room.
Then the music went idle, and everything went still.
When the fuck did we get this installed?
Edward opened the door and looked in. Confusion swept over his confused features, then understanding and then a smile.
"I see. I guess you're just getting warmed up, Bella." Edward said as I walked towards him.
Outside, parked in my miniature driveway was a pink, flowery, sparkly monster truck.
Edward also happened to be wearing dark shades to make himself feel cool.
"C'mon, Bella." He beckoned, and helped me climb in the truck.
He buckled himself in, but since I was enable to buckle myself in, he did it for me.
I held onto the seat and he hit the gas, my eyes flew open at the impending acceleration about to hit me.
The truck then blasted music that you'd usually hear from an ice cream truck and drove at a speed roughly 5 mph.
"So how do you like my ride so far?" he asked flashing me his crooked, angelic, yellow teeth smile.
"It's amazing, Eddy," I said.
"We use this baby on Saturday nights. That's our crazy nights. We volunteer at the shelter, clean up trash on the side of the highway, and greet people at Walmart."
"Holy shit, Edward, this is too much. I can't get as crazy as you."
"Bella, you don't have to. Don't worry, you'll be fine."
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