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When I first awake I feel a warm presence pressing tightly into my front and I feel the panic begin to rise inside of me. I swiftly open my eyes, expecting to find him on top of me again, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling. I sit up quickly and whoever is on top of me falls to the side and I quickly look over and sigh with relief.
Rosalie.
Blue eyes shoot open and she sits up groggily, brushing her hair out of her face. Our eyes lock and she smiles softly, something I return, and reaches over and pulls me into her chest, laying down in the process. It's still dark outside so I snuggle back into her chest and breath in her familiar scent, taking great comfort from it. I close my eyes and immediately feel myself drifting off.
Xx.
I can't move.
I can't breathe.
There's a weight on top of me, rocking back and forth and I feel like it's suffocating me. My eyes shoot open and I'm immediately met with the face of my father. My mouth tries to open, a scream ready to tumble out but it gets stuck in my throat and I feel as though I'm choking on it.
"I like your friend, Bella." He whispers into my ear and it's then that I realize that he's inside of me. I try to move and fight him but my body won't cooperate and my mind is scrambling to figure out who he's talking about. His hand comes up to my face and he pushes it to the side and it's then that I realize that we are in my room and Rosalie is laying next to me, clad in only her bra and underwear, duct-tape holding her mouth closed. Her face is illuminated by a dim light that's coming from somewhere in the room that I can't see and don't care to. Her eyes are rimmed red and she's crying and looking at me helplessly as if she's asking me to help her.
But I can't.
Dad climbs off of me and suddenly he's climbing on top of her and she begins to scream and thrash and I can't bring myself to look away and I can't move my body and I hate this.
"Bella!" She screams and I have never felt a pain like this. "Please help, Bella! Why won't you help me?"
Charlie finally gets her underwear off and I hate knowing what's going to come next.
He's in her.
I can tell because her screams and sobs have increased in volume and so has the pain in my chest. He's looking directly at me now and I hate the smug look in his eyes.
"This is all your fault." He says and then begins to repeat it over and over and over. Then Rosalie joins in and they repeat it together in unison over and over, Rosalie's voice sounding horribly broken.
This is all my fault.
Xx.
The next time I wake up it's to the smell of bacon, the absence of Rosalie's presence and the sound of my screaming. I sit up quickly and push my mane of hair away from my face, sobbing and crying into my hands. My legs swing off the side of the bed and land almost silently on the floor as I run towards Rosalie's bathroom. I find myself hunched over the toilet, dry-heaving loudly and painfully. Seconds later I feel hands on my back and hair, attempting to hold it away from my face, and I flinch violently away from them.
"Shh." I hear Rosalie soothe, as she gently regathers my hair into her hands. "It's just me, Bella."
As soon as I finish I spin around and throw myself into her arms, sobbing loudly and painfully and struggling to breathe. All I can hear is their combined voices in my head, repeating that it's my fault over and over again. What if it really happens? It would be my fault completely. My thoughts are literally racing and there's a horrible pain in my chest. I clutch at it and begin coughing frantically, trying to catch my breath since I feel like someone is choking me.
"I can't breathe." I cough out, tears running out my face and a sob mixing in with my cough. The room is starting to spin and I can't focus on anything.
"Bella, sweetheart, can you hear me?" I nod at her question. "Okay good. I need you to breathe for me, can you do that?" I shake my head. "Yes you can. Just breathe with me." I feel her bring my head to her chest and begin to breathe deeply and I try my best to follow her breathing pattern, but I feel my panic increase as I realize it isn't working and my breathing speeds up even more.
"No, no. Bella I need you to calm down, sweetheart. Breathe with me." She says firmly and begins to rub my back, all the while never breaking her breathing pattern. I begin to try and follow her breathing pattern and after a while I feel my heart begin to slow and my chest begin to loosen. "Better?"
"Yeah." I say, my voice still a little raspy. I stand up shakily and walk to the sink, splashing water on my face and grasping the edge of the sink. I grab the face towel and dry my face before turning around and pressing my lips to Rosalie's firmly. She hesitates for a second before moving her lips against mine slowly but firmly. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entrance and almost faint when she grants it. A breathy moan escapes Rosalie's mouth and I think it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. The kiss deepens and before I know what's happening Rosalie's hands are gripping the bottom of my thighs and hoisting me up and onto the counter. My legs wrap around her waist and my hands bury themselves in her hair while hers find purchase on my hips. She gently nips my bottom lip and I moan and let my hands slip down and cover her breasts. I give them a firm squirm squeeze and Rosalie breaks away from my lips to let out a strangled moan. The she's gone from me completely.
Rosalie is standing a few feet back from me, looking incredibly turned on. Her eyes have darkened considerably and her cheeks are flushed.
"Not a good idea, Bella." She says, her voice noticeably deeper. "I'd rather wait until you're fully healed and what happened isn't so fresh. And considering the panic attack you just had, I'd say things are still very fresh."
I merely avoid eye contact with her and let the feeling of rejection wash over me in waves.
"Do you wanna tell me what happened?" I shrug and hop down from the counter and go to pass her to walk back into the bedroom but she stops me and looks at me pleadingly. "Stop it. Don't be upset with me, please."
I let out a long, drown out sigh and shrug my shoulders. If I tell her what happened in the nightmare, I'll run the risk of upsetting her or freaking her out so I mind as well just keep it to myself. "It was just a nightmare."
"Do you wanna tell me about it?" I merely shake my head, indicating that I don't want to tell her. "Please? It could help."
"He did it again." Is all I whisper and she nods at me, sadness in her eyes, encouraging me to continue. "I couldn't move and I couldn't scream and then..." I stop and sniffle, covering my face with my hands to try and stop the inevitable tears that I can feel begging for release. "You were there and he did it to you too. You kept looking at me and screaming for me to help you and asking why I wouldn't help. I felt so bad. T-then he told me it was my fault and then y-you told me it was my fault and-" I hand to stop because my voice began cracking and my tears were taking over.
"Oh, sweetheart." She coos as she takes me into her arms and places a kiss on my hair. "It's not your fault."
"It feels like it is." I say tearfully into her neck. "I keep on thinking about all the t-things I could've done differently and once it all adds up I just feel so stupid because there's so much that I could've done to stop it and I didn't and it sucks. God it really fucking sucks."
"I know, B." She whispers to me gently as she rubs my back soothingly. "It's going to be okay. I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure it's okay. Alright?" I nod against her neck because I believe every word she just said.
"Good." She pulls back from me and wipes the tears off of my face. "I'm going to go finish breakfast, okay? Come out when you're ready." I nod silently and watch as she walks out of the bathroom.
I turn to the mirror once she's gone and just stare at my reflection. I don't recognize the girl that stares back at me. I don't think she's as beautiful as everyone says she is. I don't think she's as strong as she likes to think she is. She's staring back at me and she looks so sad and I hate her for it because she put herself in this situation. It's all her fault. I hate her.
I quickly turn around and walk quietly into the kitchen, where I find Rosalie standing at the stove frying bacon. I take in her messy bun, big sweatshirt and bare feet and can't help but think she's the most beautiful thing ever. Why does she want me?
Last night and this morning were both extremely emotional and I honestly have never had so much respect for one person. She's literally one of the strongest people I've met. I honestly don't know how she does it because it's been less than three days and I'm already ready to give up. I envy her because it honestly seems like she has all the answers and everything together. She's gorgeous and intelligent and rational and mature and I'm just not. I'm not any of those things but yet here we are, together. She's one of the only things holding me together and I'm not going to ruin it by doubting her love for me.
"Hey, B." She says without turning around. "I figured you'd be starving. Have a seat."
I quietly walk over to the stools at the island and have a seat. I watch her walk around the kitchen and grab two plates and fill them with pancakes, eggs, toast and bacon, obviously expecting me to eat with her.
Ugh.
She places a plate in front of me and I smile softly at her in thanks, even though I'm sure it looks more like a grimace. She sits across from me and begins eating and I just stare at the plate like it's going to jump up and eat me.
"When did you wake up?" I ask her suddenly, not liking the silence that is surrounding us. She finishes chewing before she answers.
"About an hour ago. You looked exhausted so I let you sleep." She says offhandedly.
"Oh." I mumble and continue to stare at my plate. I eventually pick up my fork and begin to push the food around, trying to make it look like I've eaten something. It's not that I'm trying to be difficult, I just don't find food very appealing right now. "I'm actually not really hungry, Rose."
"You haven't eaten since the day before yesterday. Eat." Her voice is firm and I can tell she's in a no bullshit kind of mood, but so am I.
"Well I'm not hungry so..." I say with an attitude and let the sentence hang in the air as I get up out of my chair and begin to walk back towards the bedroom. Before I can take three steps Rosalie suddenly next to me, gently but firmly grabbing my arm and pushing me back into my chair.
"We aren't doing this today, Bella." She says firmly while still holding my arm and maintaining eye contact. "Eat something."
I wordlessly snatch a piece of bacon off of my plate and take a bite of it, chewing and swallowing it quietly while maintaining eye contact. She lets go of my arm and sits back in her seat, quietly finishing her breakfast along with me. I don't come anywhere close to clearing my plate of everything, but obviously it's enough to satisfy Rosalie because she doesn't say anything, the eggs remain untouched though because I hate eggs and there's a special place in hell for them and I'd rather starve then eat them. Rosalie gathers our plates silently once we're finished and places them in the seat before walking back into her bedroom and closing the door behind her.
I sigh and get up before making my way towards the door and knocking gently, entering when I don't get a response. I find Rosalie laying on the bed facing the ceiling. My feet barely make and sound as I walk over to her and straddle her waist. I lean over and bury my face in her neck and let myself be enveloped by her scent as she wraps her arms around my waist.
"I'm sorry. I'm trying." I whisper in to her neck, placing a soft kiss on it when I'm done speaking. I feel Rose's hand slide under the bottom of my sweatshirt and caress my lower back, fingers dipping into the dimples that lie there.
"I know." Is all she whispers back, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
Hours later, Rosalie and I are cuddling in bed watching Monsters University on her flat screen. I don't know if what we've been doing could be called 'watching' though. We've been goofing off and stealing kisses throughout the entire movie. When her phone begins to ring Rosalie sits up to grab it and I groan in protest, immediately missing her body heat. She chuckles and mumbles a 'stop it' while grabbing her phone and checking the caller I.D..
"Hello?" She answers and I stare up at her curiously from my position of laying next to to her hip.
"Oh hey, Kate. How are you?" She says cheerfully and I wonder who Kate is and why she's calling. There's a pause as Rosalie listens to whatever Kate has to say to her.
"Oh, now?" Another pause. "Do you need me to go get her or are you going to stop by with her?" Pause. "Okay. I'll be there in a little while. Bye." She hangs up the phone and Rosalie puts her phone back on her charger and turns towards me.
"Kate, Lily's mother, got called into work early and Emmett's working so I'm going to pick her up and keep her for the night. Do you want to ride with me?" She says while stroking my hair. I immediately nod and smile when I hear that Lily is coming over because from what I remember she's an adorable kid with no filter, kind of like me when I was younger. I get up out of bed grudgingly and mindlessly pull off my sweatshirt and throw it on the bed. Rosalie's eyes immediately darken and I smirk while blushing and turn to go and get clothes out of my bag.
"Tease." I hear her mutter and I let out a giggle and start to sort through my clothes, trying to pick out my outfit. I finally decide on light, vintage high-waisted skinny jeans, an oversized burgundy knit sweater, a black leather jacket and burgundy TOMS. I quickly run a comb through my hair and curse myself for not straightening it last night. I grab my make up bag and walk into the bathroom and begin to apply my make-up. While I'm applying my eye-liner and mascara, Rosalie walks into the bathroom and stands behind me, already dressed in skin tight beige pants, a plain, fitted white top, a leather jacket, burgundy scarf and black pumps. She wraps her arms around my waist and places a gentle kiss on my temple.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your wardrobe?" She says while fiddling innocently with the button on my pants. I merely shake my head with a smile and let out a shaky breath due to the things her fingers are doing. "Well I do. It's adorably sexy and vintage and chic and just... you. I love it."
"Thank you. I love your clothes too." I say simply while applying my concealer, almost beaming with pride. I put a lot of thought into my clothing because it means a lot to me. "I've always loved fashion, ever since I was little. I think I want to pursue it after high school. I'm not sure yet though."
Rosalie merely hums in response and watches as I apply red lipstick and rub my lips together slowly. I giggle and step back onto her feet and I hear her laugh behind me as she catches on to what I have in mind.
"Take me to the bedroom, gigantor!" I giggle to her and she tightens her hold on my waist and begins to walk with me on her feet to the bedroom.
"Shut up, dwarf." She says calmly. I playfully dig my nails into her hand. "Ow!" She cries playfully the mumbles, "You're a mean dwarf."
"You're mean. No more kisses for you." I say as I hop off of her feet pouting. She scoffs and re-enters the bathroom and I hear the clinking of materials on the bathroom counter.
"You couldn't do it even if you wanted to." I hear her say simply, her voice echoing in the bathroom, and laugh when she hears my mumbled 'whatever' as I look through my bag for a hat. She's right. "What's with all the make-up today, B?"
I look better with it.
"I don't know." Is all I say though, not want a self-esteem lecture. I hear her heels click against the floor as she walks out of the bathroom and I busy myself with putting on my black beanie, finishing off my outfit. I look over and I see that she's let her hair down and curled the ends. She looks hot.
"Ready?" She says as she grabs her phone off of the charger and grabs her purse and keys. I follow suit and grab my phone, wallet and keys before taking her outstretched hand and letting her lead me through the condo and out the front door.
Once we're settled in the car Rosalie starts it and pulls out of the parking lot. It isn't until we're about ten minutes into the drive that something hits me.
"Doesn't Lily live in the same building as you?" I ask her with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, but her and her mother are at her mother's lovely boyfriend's house in Port Angeles." She says and by the look on her face I can tell she doesn't like said boyfriend.
"What's wrong with him?" I ask curiously.
"Mike's such a deadbeat. Kate could do so much better." I simply nod at her reply, accepting that she's probably right in her judgments.
I reach over and plug in my phone searching through my music for something I wouldn't mind listening to and I finally stop over the Yours Truly album by Ariana Grande. It's one of my favorites right now. The intro to Honeymoon Avenue begins playing and I hum along with it and, surprise surprise, so does Rosalie.
"Is there any song that you don't know?" I ask her incredulously. She simply rolls her eyes at me and begins to sing along.
I looked in my rear view mirror and
It seemed to make a lot more sense
Than what I see ahead of us, ahead of us, yeah.
I'm ready to make that turn
Before we both crash and burn
Cause that could be the death of us, the death of us, baby
I find myself singing along passionately with Rosalie and I see her smile at me, which encourages me to keep going.
You know how to drive in rain I feel like my heart is stuck in bumper to bumper traffic,
And you decided not to make a change
Stuck in the same old lane
Going the wrong way home
I'm under pressure
Cause I can't have you the way that I want
Let's just go back to the way it was
When we were on Honeymoon Avenue
Honeymoon Avenue
Baby, coastin' like crazy
Can we get back to the way it was?
At some point I had grabbed Rosalie's hand and began to play with her fingers as I sang and watched the trees blur past the car window. I then reach over and grab Rosalie's phone and swipe the screen to unlock it. I access her camera and turn on the face camera. I smile at the camera and then take a picture, then I proceed to take about a dozen 'selfies' with different ridiculous faces.
"What in the world are you doing?" She asks with a laugh and I can't help but laugh with her.
"I'm gracing your phone with my gorgeous face." I say playfully and she rolls her eyes and stops at a red light and turns her head to face me.
"It really is a gorgeous face. I'll give you that." She says quietly, while smiling softly at me and stroking my hand with the hand I've been playing with for a while.
"Says the goddess." I say, plastering a small smile on my face, trying to brush off her compliment. Obviously she isn't going to let me though because she gently grabs my chin and turns my face towards hers.
"Don't do that. You're absolutely stunning, Bella. Honestly, sometimes I can't believe it. It's so effortless and shocking how gorgeous you are and it's just... wow. I wish you could see what I see." She seems so genuine and I feel like hugging her but the light turns green before I get the chance.
"Thank you." I say, choosing to drop the subject. I look out my window and grimace at the neighborhood we're in. The houses are small and run down and there are sketchy looking people loitering the streets. Don't get me wrong I don't look down on people who are less fortunate than me, but it bugs me that Lily's mother lives in the same building as Rosalie, which is very expensive, but chooses to let her daughter hang around here.
We pull up in front of a run down green and white house with several scary looking guys hanging out on the front porch. They're drinking beer and playing dice in a loud and obnoxious way and they eye Rosalie's car with a glint in their eyes when they notice us stop in front of the house.
"Wait here." Rosalie instructs me while taking off her seat-belt and removing the keys from the ignition.
"Can I come?" I ask pleadingly, glancing at the thugs on the porch warily. She seems to get where I'm coming from because she immediately follows my gaze and nods at me. We both exit the car and Rosalie meets me on my side, grabbing my hand in hers. We step up on the porch and I feel all of their eyes glued to us, like dogs salivating over their next meal.
"Mm. Mm. Mm." Says one of the guys as Rosalie knocks on the door loudly. "Hey, Blondie! You looking for somebody? I got all you need right here, baby."
I squeeze Rosalie's hand tightly because I can tell she's practically dying to retort something at this guy and I pray that Kate opens the door soon.
"Whose your friend?" I can see Rosalie's jaw clench. "I'd love me a piece of that. She's a tiny little thing too. Mm! Think she can handle it fellas?" His taunting is followed by laughter and a chorus of 'Ooh' from his friends and I roll my eyes at their childishness. As soon as the words leave his mouth Rosalie's head snaps in his direction and I squeeze her hand tightly in warning.
"You're pathetic and so are all your little friends. I have friends in the DA's office who I'm sure would love to hear about your sexual harassment and-" She leans to the side a little and points to the drugs that are sitting on the plastic table in the corner of the porch. "you're obvious drug use. I'm pretty sure all of you are on parole, no?" Silence. "I thought so. So, how about you shut the hell up and tread carefully."
Before they can respond the door opens and a pretty blonde lady dressed in scrubs appears in the doorway carrying a pink duffel bag. She looks pissed and her face immediately breaks out into a smile when she notices Rosalie.
"Oh, Rose! Thank you so much for doing this. You're literally a lifesaver." She says as she pulls her into a hug which Rose warmly returns.
"Kate, this is Bella. Bell this is a really good friend of mine, Kate." Rosalie introduces us and I shake the hand Kate has outstretched to me.
"Kate!" I hear a deep voice yell from inside and I flinch and step closer to Rosalie, who grabs my hand when she notices my startled response. I see Kate's face tense and before she can reply Lily comes rushing out the door and throws herself onto Rosalie's legs, squealing with excitement. Her blonde hair is in a cute high ponytail and she's clad in Dora pajama pants and a purple Northface.
"Aunty Rose!" She squeals and I look on with a smile as Rosalie picks her up and places loud, exaggerated kisses all over her face.
"I missed you so much, Toots." Rosalie says lovingly and I almost coo at their interaction because it's literally so damn cute how good Rosalie is with Lily. Lily suddenly turns her head to me and waves enthusiastically.
"Hi, Bella! I missed you too!" She cries and I'm shocked that she remembers me but I wave back just as enthusiastically none-the-less.
"Missed you too cutie." I say softly to her and she blushes, burying her face in Rosalie's neck.
A tall, handsome blonde man then appears at the door behind Kate and my brow furrows at his blood shot eyes.
"Where's Lily going?" He asks Kate, not bothering to acknowledge Rosalie and I. Kate's expression turns to an annoyed one and she rolls her eyes.
"I'm going to work so she's staying over at Rosalie's. I literally just told you that." She says as she hands Rosalie Lily's bag. "I also told you to get your loser friends off of the front porch before Lily had to come out here, but they're still here. Surprise surprise."
"She could've stayed with me, Kate. Right, munchkin?" He says to Lily, who just stares at him blankly, an obvious no on her part. It's then that I notice what's off about him. He's high. My eyebrows raise and I turn to look at Rosalie to see if she's noticed and it's obvious she has because she's looking at him with obvious disdain.
"Rosalie, I'll get her booster seat out of my car, just give me a second." Kate says, ignoring Mike completely and walking towards her car, a shiny, black BMW. That leaves Mike, Rosalie, Lily and I standing in a tense, awkward silence.
"Bye, Lily." Mike waves at Lily with a sly smile as he leans against the door frame and it makes my stomach churn. I turn to Rosalie quickly.
"I'm going to get in the car." I say with a small smile directed at her and Lily before turning on my heel and heading towards the car. Once I'm in the car I watch from a distance as Rosalie and Mike exchange words. I can't tell if they're friendly or not because Rosalie's back is to me and Mike has had that same asshole expression on his face since stepped out of the house. My phone begins to ring in my back pocket and I pull it out, answering when I see Courtney's name on the caller I.D..
"Hey. What's up?" I answer as I place the phone to my ear.
"Hey, hon. Do you know when you'll be home?" I glance at the clock and see that it's only 4:30 pm and bite my lip in thought. Before I can answer the back seat passenger door opens and Rosalie places Lily's booster seat inside, Lily following seconds later.
"Umm... probably around like 8 or 9a. I'm gonna hang with Rosalie and her niece for a little longer. Is that alright?" I ask as Rosalie hops back into the car and starts it, pulling off as soon as she gets her seat belt on.
"Yeah, that's fine. Come and find me when you get home though, please. I need to speak with you." She says and I hear an office phone ringing in the background, signaling that she's still at work.
"About?"
"Important things." Is all she says and I frown at her vagueness.
"Okay. Talk to you later."
"Bye, hon."
I hang up the phone and decide to check my messages. Surprisingly I have two new messages from Jasper. I furrow my brow in confusion and open them.
Hey, Bella. Just wanted to see if you were alright.
Where've you been?
I smile softly at his concern and quickly text him back saying that I'm fine and I'll be at school tomorrow. I sigh and lean back in my seat and tune in to whatever it is Lily is saying.
"-and then Jake said that girls had cooties and not boys and I told him that I did not have cooties and that he did. Then he pulled my pigtails and said that I was dumb cause my hair is blonde and blondes are dumb and now he calls me Blondie." She finishes grumpily and I laugh and almost coo at how adorable she sounds.
"Oh my goodness." Rosalie says in response to Lily's story. "Well I for one think you're very smart and so am I. I'm blonde aren't I?"
"Yeah and I think you're so, so, sooo smart. Cause you're a teacher, right Aunt Rose?" Lily responds dramatically.
"Exactly." Rosalie replies with an air of finality. I laugh quietly at the both of them and listen to them speak for the rest of the ride back.
Somehow we let Lily rope us into watching The Aristocats and that's exactly where we are now. On the couch in Rosalie's living room with me snuggled into one side of Rose and the arm of the couch, Lily on the other side and Riley on the floor in front of us.
"Aunty Rose?" Lily asks quietly after a little while.
"Hmm?"
"Do you do drugs?" I let out a laugh at that and Rosalie glares at me briefly.
"Absolutely not!" Rosalie exclaims quietly while turning her attention from the movie and placing it on a curious Lily. "Where did you hear that?"
"Well Mike said that he's an adult so he can do drugs if he wants to. You're an adult right? Do you do drugs? I don't want you to do drugs because Mike do's drugs and he's mean and he yells and he throws stuff, but never gets a time-out. You're not gonna yell and be mean too are you?" She asks innocently and I feel my stomach literally drop to the point where I feel like it's going to fall out of my ass.
"No, of course not, Toots. He yells at who, Lily? You?" I hear Rosalie ask, her voice full of concern.
"No. Mommy." She says quietly with a little pout.
"When, sweetheart?" Rosalie ask gently. I place my head in my hands and close my eye because she's just a kid and she shouldn't have to witness that. I shouldn't have had to witness that.
"Lots." She says simply and then turns her attention back to the movie. I feel Rosalie's hand rub my back like she knows exactly where my mind went.
"Well I'll make sure it stops, okay?" Rosalie says to her gently.
"Okay."
A few hours and another movie later, Lily is knocked out on the couch and my head is resting on Rosalie's shoulder while she draws lazy patterns on my thigh. I sit up and stretch and a huge yawn escapes my lips.
"I gotta go, babe." I say to her as I head into her room and gather my stuff.
"Will I see you in class tomorrow?" She asks from her place in the doorway. She's watching me walk around the room and into the bathroom, gathering my stuff. Once I'm finally finished I sit on the edge of the bed and put my TOMS and leather jacket back on.
"Walk me to the door?" I ask her and she nods before leading me through the apartment and to the front door. Once we reach the door I step forward and wrap my arms around her waist and she wraps hers around my neck.
"I'm gonna miss you." I say with a pout that she kisses away quickly.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She says with a giggle and I shrug and look up at her cutely with a pout.
"Hours!" I exclaim dramatically to which she laughs. "That means I'll need a really great kiss to hold me over until tomorrow."
She simply laughs and leans down to press her lips firmly against mine and I sigh quietly into the kiss and deepen it. I nip her bottom lip and she lets out a moan that makes me smirk and repeat the action, hoping for another one and she doesn't disappoint. My hands are about to slide down and grab her round ass when we both hear giggling.
"Aunty Rose, is Bella rocking your world?" Lily giggles.
Review.
So guys I'm so fucking sorry for the long wait. I've been preoccupied with dance and school work and... yeah. I had writers block too. I've been trying to write this for a week and I think I finally got it. Maybe. I never really know. I just go with it. Oh! Lily is not going to be abused! I would never! That was just my way of introducing more characters into the story because as much as I love Rose and Bella they can't be the only characters. Oh and hint hint expect to see more of Jasper and his friends. Thanks for reading!