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She laid with her head buried in her pillows. She had gotten up later that night to use the bathroom. Whiles washing her hands, she chanced a look up and gasped when she noticed that the bruise on her face was gone.
She thought that she would be thrilled that the mark Jacob had left on her was gone. She thought that she would smile upon seeing her clear pale skin once more.
She didn't.
He stirred besides her and pulled her soft body closer. She kept her face turned even when he whispered her name. It was early…only 7 o'clock, but he felt the need to make her a nice breakfast.
It was Friday. Just one more day and he would have her all to himself for the weekend.
She had only been with him since Sunday, and the fact that she could stand to have his body pressed against hers like it was…the fact that she hummed in satisfaction whenever his lips touched her cheek…the fact that she grew so much…it was like a miracle.
Unfortunately, he knew that something big was going to happen. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that it would be bad. He knew that it would be a long day.
After whispering that he was going to go make breakfast for them, he pressed his lips to her hair and slid off of the bed to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth he made his way out of the bathroom, noting that she hadn't even moved from her spot.
She pushed herself up with her arms when she smelled something delicious. She rubbed her eyes as she slowly made her way to the bathroom. She had not yet had a painkiller, so her thighs were sore as well as the sensitive flesh between them. She walked slowly so she wouldn't reopen the wound that had bled a few days before.
She brushed her teeth so hard her gums bled. She was nervous about Edward seeing her face clear of bruises. She felt that once he did, he would see the real her. All the pain and sadness would be perfectly clear without a bruise obstructing what was there.
He would realize just how broken she was with one passing look at her face. With a deep breath, she washed her toothbrush and turned the water off before turning to go downstairs.
She hesitantly peeked her head into the kitchen. Edward was just taking something out of the oven. The kitten was busy crunching away at some of the dry food that was there. She was certain he hadn't noticed her yet—but he could always sense her presence.
She picked up the kitten and held it to her face, nuzzling its soft fur with a sigh. She sat down on one of the bar stools that surrounded the kitchen island and hid the side of her face that once had the bruise in the kitten's fur.
Surprisingly, Edward didn't seem shocked that she was sitting right there. He kissed her hair. "Bella?" He asked when she didn't look up. He pealed the kitten from her arms and set it down on the floor. He cupped the back of her neck trying to get her to look up at him. She had her cheek buried in her shoulder behind a curtain of long mahogany hair.
He nudged her chin up. She didn't protest, knowing that he would see that the bruise was gone eventually. His eyes widened as he looked at her.
Her skin—the color of pearls—glowed iridescently. Her gentle brown eyes were a stark contrast to her porcelain skin. Her dark pink lips—chapped and close to bleeding—called to him. He brought both of his rough hands up to cup her cheeks before he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers gently.
She gasped and pulled away—turning her head away from him.
"Bella?" He asked. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head; tears glistened in her eyes. He leaned his forehead against hers and whispered her name until she relented and looked up at him. He traced her lower lash line with the tip of his thumb; gathering her unshed tears so that they would never have to fall.
"Tell me what's wrong…" he begged.
"Why do you still want me?" She mumbled sadly and looked down at his wrist. A small pink oval shaped mark sat on his pale skin. He had burned himself with something.
"Bella?" He questioned. "Why wouldn't I want you?"
She looked up at him with incredulous eyes. "My bruise is gone!" she almost yelled. She quieted her voice. "Now you can see the real me." Her brow furrowed as she reasoned ridiculously.
"But there's nothing wrong with the real you." He said. "The real you is on the inside…not the outside." His reasoning made more sense.
"But now you can see the me on the inside…without the bruise you can see everything." She whispered the last word.
He smiled sadly. "Do you mean to say that you're an open book?" He questioned.
She nodded.
"You've always been an open book Bella…with or without the bruise. You're…beautiful Bella." His heart clenched as he spoke. He wished with all of his might that he could show her just how much he loved her.
Then she would know. She would know that no matter what, she would be perfect…her imperfections made her perfect. They made her human. They made her beautiful.
"I'm not." She whispered.
"Beautiful?" He clarified; his voice was close to showing his anger at her insecurities. "Why aren't you?"
"They said I was ugly." She spat.
"They are wrong." He said.
She looked up at him finally. The anger in his bright eyes made her curl away from him in fear.
Though his eyes remained hard, his voice was soft. "Whose opinion matters most?" He questioned.
She bit her lip thoughtfully before speaking. "Yours?" Her answer came out as a question.
He smiled and shook his head at her. "No ones."
OoO
There was a vender outside the FBI building selling cotton candy to the pedestrians passing by. Edward bought a cone for Bella…and with her insistence he bought one for himself.
He didn't want to tell her, but he wasn't very fond of cotton candy.
Alice bounded into his office just as Bella was about to place a piece of the fluffy blue substance in her mouth. "No!" Alice screamed. She snatched the candy out of Bella's hands and threw it in the wastepaper basket. She grabbed Edward's coffee cup—it was full of stale coffee—and threw it over the cotton candy. She sighed in relief.
"Alice, what the hell…" Edward trailed off. Jasper was standing there as well, holding two cotton candy cones.
"Don't worry, I bought Bella one too." Jasper said as he stepped forward. Alice punched his chest. "Ow…Alice."
"I threw it away for a reason, guys." Alice explained. She turned around and pointed an accusing finger at Bella. "And you!" She yelled. "You know you're not allowed to have cotton candy."
Bella shrugged innocently.
"Why can't she have any?" Edward asked.
"Because she'll go crazy!" Alice motioned with her hands wildly. Edward and Jasper raised their eyebrows. "It's like giving someone with OCD a permanent marker, locking them in a room painted blanco and fucking screaming, 'have fun ya crazies'."
Jasper placed a piece of candy in his mouth.
Bella stared at the fluffy substance. She licked at her lips slightly. "Can I have more?" She asked.
"What do mean 'can I have more'?" Alice demanded. "Did you already have some?"
Bella nodded, looking slightly guilty.
"What?" Alice screamed.
"She already ate hers. She was eating mine." Edward said.
"Oh god, no." Alice whimpered.
"Well, what happens?" Jasper asked as he inched towards Bella, who was still staring at the cotton candy.
"She gets super hyper!" Alice yelled. "Do you know what she's like when she's…hyper?" Alice questioned them emphatically.
"No." Jasper and Edward responded together.
"She's like me!" Alice yelled. "There can't be two of us! You want the universe to explode?" She questioned.
She paused, the only sounds in the room was her heavy breathing.
"Can I have more now?" Bella questioned.
"See what you've done!" Alice yelled. She placed her hands over Bella's ears so she won't hear. "You can't give her candy Edward. She'll eat so much she'll get sick." Alice whispered. "And you know what? Sick Bella is worse than Hyper Bella." She released her hold on Bella's head and spun around, strutting out Edward's office with Jasper following behind her like a lost puppy.
OoO
Rose was interrogating Felix again. Her voice meant nothing to him. She was a woman.
He stared at her lips as she talked, seeing them move and hearing nothing that came out. The bad feeling that Edward had had, came back full force.
Rose was taking Emmett's advice and not letting Felix's lack of interest rail on her. Felix's eyes drifted to the gun strapped to Emmett's belt. He was formulating a plan.
In his mind, he was seeing her screaming for her life as he raped her. Her blood would cover his hips and thighs and he would revel in seeing her lifeless blue eyes gazing back at him as he finished inside of her. Rose sighed, frustrated, and stood to leave. As Emmett walked past Felix, Felix grabbed his gun from its holster on Emmett's side. Emmett spun around only to find Felix with his arm around Rosalie's neck and the barrel of his gun pressed against her temple.
Before Emmett could say anything, Felix spoke. "I want a car." He licked his lips; his breathing was heavy. "I want it outside this building in 5 minutes…or I'll blow her fuckin' brains out."
Edward was standing in the doorway with his hand on his sidearm.
Felix pointed the gun at him. "It'll be very easy to break her neck." Felix taunted. Edward put his hands up in a surrendering manner.
"Just let her go." Emmett said as calmly as he could.
Felix's face turned red. "The car." He repeated. "Outside…in…three minutes."
Edward turned to look at the guard who was standing beside him. "Go get a car." He said.
"Sir?" the guard whispered questioningly. Edward raised his eyebrows conspiratorially.
"A car." Edward repeated.
"Hey!" Felix yelled as he waved his gun around threateningly. "Not a Fed car…your car." Felix motioned to Edward. Felix laughed hysterically. "If you fuckin' bug it…the first thing I'm gonna do is blow her brains out."
He tightened his grip and Rosalie cried out. "Just fucking do it already…" She screamed. "I'll be fine." She promised. Edward fished his car keys out of his pocket and handed it to the guard. The guard sprinted down the hallway.
"Two minutes." Felix warned as he moved closer to the door. Edward and Emmett backed out slowly. Felix turned his head slightly; seeing the elevator doors just feet away. The hallway was empty except for Edward and Emmett, who were advancing on Felix as he was retreating towards the elevator. Bella stood behind them; looking on with terrified eyes. Rosalie's eyes met hers and never strayed even when Felix's hand began to grope at her chest.
Emmett snarled. "Don't fucking hurt her." He said; stepping forward.
Even when Felix yelled at him to back off, Rosalie's eyes stayed glued to Bella's. "Edward." Bella whispered. She moved closer and grasped his arms tightly. "Edward, help her." She spoke louder.
"Bella…I can't." He whispered.
Tears filled her eyes as Felix pressed the button that called the elevator up.
"He's gonna get away." She pleaded.
"He won't." Emmett promised.
"Edward help her!" Bella screamed as she saw the lights that signaled where the elevator was grow closer to the floor they were on.
"Bella." Rosalie whispered through trembling lips. "It's okay sweetie." She continued. "Remember what I said?"
Bella nodded after a hesitation.
"Stay strong…can you do that for me?" Rosalie asked as the door's dinged open. Bella let out a sob and nodded. Rosalie smiled. "Good…I'll be right back sweetheart, okay?"
Bella clung to Edward's jacket and nodded again.
As soon as the door's closed, Emmett ran for the emergency stairway. "Find out where they are!" he yelled back at Edward.
Edward fished out his phone and shushed Bella softly. He dialed Emmett's number. "They're in the lobby."
"I'm not gonna make it!" Emmett grunted as he jumped down the stairs quickly. He burst through the doors on the lobby. Several startled officers drew their weapons as Emmett ran by and pushed through security. He ran onto the street to find the guard groaning on the ground. Edward's car was nowhere to be seen. Emmett helped the guard up. He had a broken nose and a cut on his forehead. "Did you see where they went?" Emmett asked.
The guard shook his head 'no'.
OoO
Emmett handed an ice pack to the wounded guard who pressed it against his forehead and winced. Alec was pacing. "How could you not have seen anything?" He accused the guard.
"He fucking bitch-slapped me with the receiver of the gun and took off!" The guard defended. "Fucking pussy doesn't know how to fight."
Emmett scoffed. Edward ran a hand through his hair. Bella continued to stare out the window with a sightless gaze. She was worrying them…all of them.
"Ay…sweat pea!" The guard called to Bella. She turned around. "She's gonna be a'right." The guard encouraged. "She decked me once ya know." The guard smiled. "Told me to stop bein' a wise-ass." The guard shook his head. "I'm Riley, by the way…I'm from Brooklyn, incase ya couldn't tell from da accent." He chuckled. Bella stared at him blankly. "That was a joke." Riley reiterated with a wave of his hand.
"Enough!" Alec silenced. "We have to find her."
"We already put out an APB on her and my car…we just have to wait for it Alec." Edward reasoned.
Alec sat down heavily on his office chair and put his head in his hands. "They have my daughter and my granddaughter." He said.
Bella pressed her forehead against the glass on the window and closed her eyes.
Alec stood suddenly. "I can't stay here right now." He said. "You guys are free to go home." He spoke in a dead voice but looked at Edward and Emmett sternly. "But I when they find her…you guys better be the first ones on scene." With that, Alec grabbed his trench coat and fedora from the coat rack and walked out.
Riley watched him leave. "What the hell crawled up his ass?" He asked. "Rose has probably shoved the fuckers head through the windshield a'ready. She's probably hikin' it back home…gonna take a while with those shoes…did you see those thing? Their fuckin' ridiculous!"
Edward slammed the door behind him as they left Riley alone in Alec's office to rant to himself. "Are you gonna be alright Em?" Edward questioned.
Emmett nodded before stalking off with his head hung low. Bella still hadn't said anything. Edward pulled her into his office and sat her down on the couch. He crouched in front of her and traced her face with his fingers. "You hate me." Edward said sadly.
Bella shook her head and reached her arms around to hug him with a trembling chin. She held her cries in, only letting a few tears slip out. She wanted to be strong for Rose. The pain in her eyes, sinuses, and throat as she held in her sobs was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her chest.
She was afraid that what happened to her would happen to Rose. Rosalie was too good a person to be scarred so badly…she realized that the searing pain in her chest and the pain in her throat as a giant lump of distress and hate began to form was what Edward was constantly feeling.
He felt that she didn't deserve this…everything. She couldn't imagine experiencing that feeling every second of everyday for the past four and a half days.
"Would you like to visit Esme? I think it'll help." He said.
She nodded against his neck. He picked her up and made his way down to the FBI car lot. He signed out a GMC and drove in the direction of his parents' townhouse. He parked behind his mother's pickup truck and got out.
Bella had learned that he hated it when she would open her own door. He wanted to do it. She thought that it was bordering on barbaric that he felt the need to be chivalrous. She thought that she was strong enough…she could get her own door…but then he would brood, and pout—which was ridiculously immature, even by her standards—so she let him be.
She still hadn't said a word yet. It worried him greatly. He fished his keys out of his pocket and opened the front door. Bella walked ahead of him—already knowing her way around the house, having spent countless weekends and holidays in it.
She crossed the living room and climbed the stairs upon hearing nothing from the adjoining rooms that would have signified someone else's presence. She walked down the hallway and opened Carlisle and Esme's bedroom door. She made her way to the bed and crawled in after kicking her shoes off. She got underneath the comforters and curled up to Esme's overheated body.
Esme was asleep—snoring lightly through her congested sinuses. She was slightly green looking and it disconcerted Bella. The tip of Esme's nose was red and chaffed and there was a pile of used tissues on the floor. Carlisle had thought that Esme was producing a ridiculous amount of mucus, so instead of using up all of the tissues, he gave her one of his old white t-shirts to blow her nose on.
Edward crawled in behind Bella; spooning her protectively. Bella closed her eyes and tried to pretend that it was just like before she was taken. Her parents had gone on vacation for their anniversary. Bella was sick so Esme would spend the night in her bed just like Renee would.
Bella felt the tears coming, but before they could escape, Esme's eyes flew open and she let out a small scream of surprise. Bella expected Esme to hug her and lay kisses all over her face.
Instead, Esme jumped up—swaying slightly as she stood—and yelled. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked. "I don't want you to get sick!" She pulled Carlisle's t-shirt from under her pillow and swatted Bella with it. "Crazy little girl." Esme yelled before pulling Bella up for a tight hug. She planted kisses on Bella's hair and fussed over it slightly. "Oh dear, my child, your hair is a rat's nest." She clicked her tongue at Bella, who merely smiled at her.
Esme knew what happened to her so she didn't mention it—merely acting as if Bella had just gone out to buy junk food for her slumber party with Alice.
"Mom, sit down." Edward said as he stood up.
"What?" Esme asked incredulously. "I have to make you guys something to eat!" She began to fuss again. "And I have to do something about your hair." She referred to Bella as she made her way out the room.
Bella giggled and eagerly followed Esme.
Edward stared at the empty doorway with a pensive expression. The way everything just disappeared—the way Bella's misery, depression, and sadness seemed to just melt away…was strange. He didn't know if he should be relieved…or scared.
He didn't know if Bella was simply acting like the past years hadn't even happened, or if just being in Esme's presence made her fear disappear since Esme was like a mother to her.
He palmed his face and sighed before picking Bella's shoes up off the floor and carrying them down to the kitchen—where he assumed they'd be.
Sure enough, the sounds of pots and pans clanging around drew him towards the back of the house where the kitchen was.
Esme was digging around in the freezer, looking for something for Bella to eat. Bella was leaning against the kitchen island; her elbows resting comfortably just like when she would watch Esme cook all those years before.
He came up behind her and wound his arms gently around her stomach before whispering, "Can I talk to you for a second?"
She turned her head to look at him. "O-okay," she stuttered.
"Alone," Edward clarified as he pulled her body towards the archway leading into the living room. "We'll be right back mom," he said.
"Goddamnit! Where the hell's the Prego?" She yelled out.
Edward rolled his eyes and walked Bella to the music room just down the hall.
He sat down on the couch and pulled her to him so that she was standing right before him. He pressed his forehead against her stomach and breathed deeply; holding her by her hips.
Her hands hesitantly found their way into his hair. "Edward?" She called to him.
He shook his head against her and his hands tightened around her flesh. They were large and warm; calloused from years of hard work—as if he had built up his life with his bare hands. They made her feel soft and feminine—it was times like these that he made her feel as if what she did at Volterra for all of those other girls didn't taint her one bit…if anything, it made her even more pure.
He pressed his lips to where he knew Felix made scars on her flesh with a razor blade. She whimpered.
It was too much—all that had happened. Rose was gone—maybe even dead. Bella's body would always be scarred. Felix was free.
And Edward chose the perfect time to completely overwhelm her by doing one of the most intimate things he has ever done.
She fell into his lap—straddling his body as if she felt that he too would disappear. With straining muscles, he managed to maneuver her into a less awkward position, all while her arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck, he had trouble breathing.
"Bella," he called to her.
She cried into his neck as silently as she could. "I can't lose you too." Her voice was nothing more than a broken whisper.
"Bella…you are never going to lose me."
"I've already lost so much…I-I can't handle never being able to do this again," she insisted as she caressed the hair at the nape of his neck. Her fingers quickly tangled in them as she pulled his head back.
He groaned loudly as she did so.
"I-I want to kiss you," she whispered against his lips. He stared into her tortured brown eyes. "Please kiss me back," she begged.
Without a word, he moved his palm to cup the back of her neck and pull her to him. He pressed his lips against hers lightly—just enough to ensure her that the electricity that flowed like static between them would always be there…he would always be there.
She pulled away and pushed her face into his neck so that she could inhale his heavy scent. She immediately felt his calming effect. Her face—heated with her fallen tears—cooled. She stayed buried there until her eyes drifted closed and her breathing regulated.
She had fallen asleep.
With a heavy sigh, he pulled away from her and laid her gently on the couch after he stood. He quickly pulled the tube of Chapstick he had bought for her out of his pocket and lathered it onto her chapped lips. When he was done, he let his thumb drift across her bottom lip. It was softer and smoother.
He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead before going to find his mother.
She was humming away in the kitchen, fully aware that Bella just had an almost meltdown, but leaving it up to her son to fix it. He had to know what he was getting into by deciding to take care of her and heal her. He was in for years of subtle reminders of her time at Volterra that would make her cry and even squirm away from him as he tried to help her.
"Is she okay?" Esme asked as she stirred the tomato sauce in the pan that had chunks of cooked chicken already cut up in it.
"Yeah." Edward cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind it if we stay here for the night…I'm not sure she wants to leave you just yet." He smiled at her. She had stopped working to look up at him.
He was shocked to see that her eyes were glossy with tears. "You don't have to ask," Esme said before turning back to the sauce in the pan.
"I'm gonna call Alice," he announced. He turned and fished his cell phone out of his pocket, walking back to the music room as he quickly dialed Alice's number.
"Hey," she answered.
"Um, hey."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing…nothing," Edward muttered distractedly as he sat down on the bench in front of his piano. "I just…I'm at mom and dad's…Bella isn't ready to leave mom yet so…" He trailed off.
"I'll stop by your house and pick some things up for you guys," she suggested.
He laughed nervously. "Thanks."
"I'll stay at mom and dad's with you guys if you'd like," She said.
"Thanks Alice," Edward whispered as his fingers trailed lightly over the ivory keys of his grand piano. It was his pride and joy; his first every grand piano. The shiny black finished reflected everything in the room with seemingly chaotic elegance. The reflections were stretched and squished, squirming in anticipation for the wonderful music that could very easily hypnotize you.
They talked some more as Alice made her way to Edward's brownstone. Edward mentioned the kitten and Alice said that she would bring him along as well as some of his belongings.
They eventually hung up. The scent of Esme's cooking had awakened Bella who laid staring at Edward. He was still sitting before his piano; hunched over and asleep. She rose from her place on the couch and walked over to him.
With a pang of sadness, she realized that she never cared for him…she never made him breakfast, or dinner. She never sang him to sleep like she used to do to her father. She never asked how he was feeling. She hated to think that their relationship was one sided…that Edward would one day end up resenting her because he cared for her so much—loved her even—and she never once did anything for him selflessly.
She grasped his shoulders and shook him gently. "Edward," she whispered. She laid a gentle kiss on his temple.
His bright eyes flashed open in surprise. His eyelids were still heavy with sleep. "Hi," he mumbled.
She frowned and traced the purple bruises beneath his eyes. "You're still tired," she murmured. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. She pulled on his arm. "Come on," she whispered.
He stood up and followed her out the door and down the hall with lead weighted legs. Esme peeked through the archway between the kitchen and living room. Bella turned and gave her a look…another silent plea.
"His room is on the third floor," Esme supplied. Bella nodded gratefully and pulled Edward along. Once they reached the top of the stairs that led to the third floor Bella pushed the door open to reveal a large bedroom that took up the entire third floor.
Bella shook her head at the ridiculousness of it all. Never in all the times she had been there had she ever wondered what was on the third floor.
She set Edward down on the bed and dropped to her knees. Even through the hazy fog of his sleep deprived mind he asked, "Bella, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting you changed," she said.
He merely grunted in response and let her pull his large shoes off his feet. They were nearly twice the size of her own shoes. She tucked them neatly into a corner and removed his socks next. She undid his belt and pulled his jacket off before removing his tie and white dress shirt.
"Lean back." She urged him until his back was flat against the bed. She slipped his pants off and emptied their contents before folding them neatly along with the rest of his clothes. He was left in his white t-shirt and his boxers.
She realized that he had fallen asleep again so she woke him gently so she could move him beneath the covers. His burnt out body sank graciously into his golden sheets. She stripped off her dress and put on his dress shirt—it smelled like him. She wriggled into the bed besides him—sitting up straight so that she could take in her surroundings.
Being in this room was different. Edward's bedroom at his brownstone was orange and reds and browns and blacks—warm and inviting, complete. This room…it was soft gold and a large wooden bed carved gracefully and painted ebony. It was innocence…it was decorated at a time when Edward hadn't seen all that he had seen; when he hadn't been corrupted by the corruption he himself was trying to fight.
With every case that he had solved, he became more and more aware of the fact that there is very little good in the world. People would spend eternity scouring the earth for it and still miss it because it was so rare.
True goodness was difficult to find, but when Bella looked at Edward—his bronze hair flopping into his face, his dark lips in a pout, and his angular features soft in his relaxed sleep—she saw pure goodness.
She saw someone that was just so utterly and completely good in made her ache.
She continued to gaze around his room as she stroked his hair and hummed softly.
She was resolved—things between her and Edward were no longer going to be one sided. She was going to show him that she was worth having a relationship with. She was going to prove to him that he could trust her. It wouldn't be the other way around.
There was an old upright in the corner of his room; the top was littered with used sheet music and a composition notebook speckled black and white.
There was a wastepaper basket right besides the upright. It was full of balled up pieces of paper and pencils that had been broken in half in frustration.
The rest of the room had shelves and shelves of CDs and books in no order, mingling with each other. The fact that the CDs weren't on one shelf and the books on the other made it seem so…Edward. Even though he tried to pretend—he was in no way, shape, or form, an organized person.
She sunk back into the sheets and pulled the pillow further beneath her head and neck. Edward greedily pulled her to his own body. Bella's body shook with silent chuckles. Even in his sleep, he was possessive. She didn't mind it. She craved it. She didn't know why. All she knew was that when he would hold her tightly and glare at all the other men that would stare at her for whatever reason, she felt every primal urge he was feeling.
She felt his urgent need to possess, claim, mark…she felt his need to rip, tear, and destroy everyone else.
Alice often did the same thing. When they would be somewhere together, Bella would always attract the worst kind of attention. It was like all of the most sadistically depraved monsters gravitated to her. Alice would growl at them and pull Bella way, shielding her with her body.
Bella wrapped her arms around Edward's neck and sank into an easy sleep.
A/N: I start school soon, so this will be the last update for about a week…maybe two weeks if things really suck ass. No complaints please, I need to focus.
I was nice and didn't leave you with a cliffy.
A few of you have been asking. A penile fracture is real…Google that shit. It's nasty.
Oh, I was thinking of putting up a new story. I wrote it…then I read it…I fucking creeped myself out. I'm debating whether or not I should put it up. I'm pretty sure you guys will like it…cause I'm just that awesome.
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