Happy Thanksgiving my loves! Hope everyone had a bitch'n holiday and stuff you face with a shit ton of pie.

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Chapter 25

My Cherry Body!

"You're here! In Forks!" I say excitedly, still not over the shock that Angela is standing on my front porch.

"You cut all your hair off… and you're blonde!" Ang says, shocked. The look on her face is a myriad of emotions.

I grab her and pull her into a big bone-crushing hug. We stand on the porch, hugging for a long time, before we let each other go and I drag her inside.

"When did this happen?" She grabs a strand of my hair. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It just happened. I was gonna send you a picture in the morning. I can't believe you're here!"

"I know, me neither! You needed your dress and I wanted to see it on you in person. Plus, I missed your face so much."

"I missed your face so much too, Angie Baby."

"I'm Edward, by the way," Edward says as he comes up behind me.

"Umm, hi. I'm Angela. Nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you," she says, smiling.

"Likewise. Nice to meet you too, but I am gonna to head out. Early shift tomorrow, and you two have a lot of catching up to do." Edward leans down and kisses me on the forehead before leaving.

Angie raises her eyebrows and gives me a sly smile.

"Don't go there. He's totally afraid of vagina."

Angie laughs.

I put her bag down in the hall and we head to the kitchen to sit at the table since I don't have living room furniture yet.

"How did you get here?"

"Emmett actually picked me up."

"That explains his shady behavior earlier."

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you so I called him and he helped me get things arranged."

"Sneaky bastard."

"He really loves you."

"I really love him. He's family."

"So, back to your hair. I thought you liked your hair long. Plus you swore you would never dye it."

"I did… but mostly I kept it because Peter liked it that way." I shrug, feeling pathetic. "I needed a change on the outside to go with the change on the inside. I'm not that person anymore."

"Right. 'Cause you're Bella now," she mutters. Anger and sadness cross her face.

Angie shakes her head a bit and gives me a small smile. "I mean, it's not like I don't like it. You look amazing but I almost didn't even recognize you when the door opened. It's just different."

"Different is good, Angie Baby. Change is too," I say quietly. I feel bad because I can tell this is hurting her.

"I guess. Change is just hard. It's just you're not my best friend Izzy anymore. You're Bella, who lives all the way across the country, with a new life and new friends."

I reach over and grab her hand. "I'm still your best friend. I'm still Izzy, just without out all the bad parts of me. Yes, I have changed. I'm trying to be the best version of myself which I couldn't do if I was still in Florida. But please, never ever think that for one second you are not my best friend. I love you."

Angie sniffs and smiles, wiping a stray tear off her cheek. "Okay. I love you too."

"So, last time we talked about you flying out here, you said you couldn't afford to until after the wedding. What changed? You finally win the lottery!?" I laugh.

"Ummm, actually… Peterpaidforit," she mumbles quickly.

Instantly. my gut twists into knots and I feel like I want to vomit at the mention of his name.

"Why the fuck would Peter pay for it?" I'm trying to control my temper and not get mad at Angie for accepting because, if I'm being honest, I would too if I was her. Still, I want him nowhere near this life.

"He said he felt guilty for driving my best friend to move across the country just to get away from him."

"Good. He should feel fucking guilty. He should feel like a piece of shit, just like I do," I spit out, trying to get my anger under control.

I close my eyes and take a couple deep breaths. "But I didn't just leave because of him, although he was a huge catalyst. I left because of me. I was not a good person. I was the worst version of myself with years of poor life choices and circumstances just compounding, crushing me. Killing me."

Angie reaches over and grabs my hand.

"I mean would love more than anything to place all the blame on him, and my fucking parents, for that matter. It's a hell of a lot easier than picking myself apart and confronting every shitty fucking thing I've done. Ultimately, I am the only one in control of my actions. No one forced me to make the decisions I've made."

Angie has a shocked look on her face. "Wow. I've never heard you talk like that before. But, I mean, if he didn't tell you he loved you when he knew you loved him, and then turn around and drag you along for so long, you wouldn't have been the other woman."

"Maybe not with him, but I'm fucked up, Angie Baby. I got Mommy and Daddy issues up the ass. I have abandonment issues and self-esteem issues. I've been told and treated my whole life that I don't deserve to be loved properly, that I don't matter. All of those things, those feelings, I've been trying to fill those holes my entire life, mostly with poor life choices. If it wasn't him, it would probably have been someone else. Because that's what I deserved – to be someone's whore. At least, that's what I believed."

"Oh Izzy, you know that's not true," Ang says with tears in her eyes.

What I've said has obviously upset her, but she can't stop the yawn that's escaping.

"Ang, you look beat. Why don't you head upstairs to my room and get some rest? We can talk more tomorrow, and I will give you the grand tour and show you around my stomping grounds."

"That's a good idea. I am exhausted."

I grab her bags and lead her upstairs.

"Your room?" Angie asks sleepily.

"I don't have a guest room so you'll have to sleep with me."

"Just like old times," Angie says with a small smile on her face.

"Good night, Izz."

"Good night, Angie Baby. I'll be up soon."

Five a.m. the next morning, Em is at the door, ready to run.

"'Sup, Blondie. Were you totally surprised!?"

"I was. Thanks for coordinating that." Before we start running I give him a quick hug.

"No prob, Lil' Sis. I know you miss her."

"I do. I really do."

"Did you guys stay up late for girl talk and hair braiding?"

"Actually no. She was pretty jet lagged. She crashed out about an hour later."

"She loving your new hair?'

"Um, no, she was shocked and upset."

"Really?"

"She feels I've changed and am not her BFF Izzy anymore, which makes me really fucking sad and I feel guilty for leaving her."

"True, you're not the same person who left Florida but that's not a bad thing. I like Angela, but I won't let you feel guilty for doing what was best for you."

"I know that, I do. I'm a better fucking person now. I'm still me at my core though."

"To be fair, she found out about you and the douche canoe and then you go and move across the country basically the next day. Not a lot of time to process. Plus all the changes you made, you made without her."

"You're right, but I still can't help feeling like an asshole."

"Let me ask you this; could you have changed if you had stayed?"

I don't have to think very hard about that. "No. It would have been fucking torture to see Charlotte pregnant, especially since we'd probably still be fucking. I would feel like an even bigger piece of shit, which would lead me down another path of self-destruction I don't even want to think about."

"Exactly. You did what you needed to do. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. She may be sad right now but once she sees how much better you're doing – happier, healthier, and that she's still important – it will be okay."

"Thanks, Em," I say, still not entirely convinced I'm not an asshole best friend.

"I'll make you a deal. You're allowed to feel like an asshole for the rest of the run, but when you walk back in the door, you let it go." He stops and puts his hand out. I grab it and we shake on it.

"Deal."

He started doing that a couple weeks ago – setting a time limit on things I feel shitty about, angry about, filled with anxiety about. I let myself feel those feelings and then I let them go. It's been pretty helpful. A few times, I let the feels drag on a bit longer but in the end, it's helped me a lot.

"Did she tell you that Peter is the one that paid for her trip?" I ask Em, still not believing I have to say those words out loud.

"What!? No, she failed to mention that pussy ass mother fucker," Em says angrily. He starts to pick up the pace and I happily join him.

"Yeah, apparently, he feels bad for driving her best friend away."

"Good. Mother fucker should feel bad. He should feel like the biggest piece of shit for everything he's done."

"Truth."

"But at least you get to see her, so just focus on that. I don't like it though."

"Me neither. The thought of him anywhere near this life makes me physically ill, even if he is not physically here."

"He will never be a part of this life you've built. And, if he even thinks about showing up here, I'll arrest him." He looked over at me with a his face that says he would make that happen if I wanted it to.

I give him a small smile. I know if Peter dared to step foot in Forks, he would regret it.

"How do you think you'll handle the wedding?"

"By being not sober and bringing Edward. No way I'm going alone."

"Good plan."

We run the rest of the way home in silence, both of us listening to our music.

"Hey, B!" Em hollers from his porch, "Family dinner, six-thirty! Be there or be square!"

"Roger that!" I holler back, then walk into the house to take a shower before Angie wakes up.

Angie wanders down the stairs sleepily a little after ten. I am in the kitchen, looking online for living room furniture.

"Morning, sleepyhead." I smile and get up to grab her a cup of coffee.

She takes it and sits at the table.

"I can't believe I slept till after ten! I don't think I've ever done that before."

"I know! Usually you're the early bird. Jet lag will do that to you though."

"What time did you get up?"

"Four-fifty," I say, making a face.

"Four-fifty? You?! Are you sure you didn't stay up all night?"

I laugh. "No. I run with Em every morning at five."

"Seriously!? You told me you went running with Emmett, Part One of Phase Two, but I didn't think you would keep it up, let alone at five a.m.!"

"Shocking, I know. Trust me, I tried to bail but every time, he would wake me up by farting in my face."

Angie makes a sour face. "Gross."

"You have no idea. That man is a walking fart factory sometimes. As hard and torturous that it is to get up that early, it actually has helps a lot. Helps drown out the noise in my head. Plus, I can always go back to sleep when I get home, which I do. Between you and me, I actually kinda like it, but don't tell Emmett. I have a rep to protect."

Angie laughs. "You still do yoga and boxing?"

"I do. Yoga with Rose and the boys is one of my favorite parts of the day. Just wait, I'm dragging you along with me today. You will die laughing."

"I can't wait. Sounds fun. Plus, I'm excited to meet Rose and the boys."

"Boxing I do with Jake three times a week."

"Never by yourself?"

"No, after the first time when I didn't use my gloves, he won't let me. Even though it was my stupid decision, he still blames himself for not being there and making sure, which is fine. Well, not the blaming himself part, but the not doing it alone. Less chance of me slipping up. I'm trying to stay out of the self-harm game."

"Probably a good idea."

"So I totally forgot to ask you last night, how long are you here for?"

"My plane leaves at six on Sunday. I fly all night."

"Sad I only have you for today but happy that you are here at all," I say, smiling.

"Me too," Angie says, smiling back.

"Well, then we better get started! We have family dinner at Em's tonight at six-thirty. Tour time!" I shout as I jump up from the table.

Angie laughs.

"So this is your dad's house?"

"No, it's my house now. Well, almost. Two more rooms left to change to make it all mine."

I give her the grand tour of the house, explaining everything I've done, showing her before pictures that I had taken, and then what I still have left to do. We end up back in my room, sitting on my bed.

"Oh! I brought you something." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a box.

"Besides the dress?"

"Yeah, a house warming gift."

I open it and inside is a Jesus statue.

"Sweet! Now I have a House Jesus!" I squeal. Angie just shakes her head and laughs.

"This is seriously the most beautiful Jesus I've ever seen."

"Well, I figured, since you love your dashboard Jesus a lot, you could use one in the house."

"Totally. Jes gets tired of me dragging him in and out of the car."

"I'm sure he does," Angie says, shaking her head and laughing.

"Alright, we gotta be over to Em's in about fifteen minutes for the best yoga experience of your life."

"Should I change out of my pajamas?"

"Nah, I would wait till after.

"Okay, I'm just gonna go brush my teeth and then I'll be ready."

"Roger that."

Once Angie freshens up, we head across the street. As we walked the through the door, I am tackled by the monkeys.

"Aunty B!" they both yell as we fall to the floor.

"Your hair is so beautis-ful," Thomas says as he stokes my hair.

Russell makes this weird high pitched whistle noise with his throat then wags his eyebrows up and down. "Hot mama!"

"Do you fwell better today, Aunty B?"

"Yeah, 'cuz we don't like when yous cry."

I give them both big hugs and sloppy kisses.

"Ew. Girl germs!" Thomas says as he wipes his face.

"I feel so much better now that I get to see you two monkeys."

"YAY!" they yell as they climb off me and jump up and down. Then they notice Angela and stop.

"Who's dis?"

"Yeah. Who dis?"

"This, boys, is my best friend Angela from Florida where I used to live. She came up for a visit."

Angela kneels down and sticks out her hands, "Hi, nice to meet you."

They both grab her hands and shake at the same time.

Russel then leans down and kisses her hand. "A pweasure, my lady."

We all start laughing.

"I'm gonna have a lot of trouble with this one and girls," Rose says, coming in from the kitchen.

"Hi, I'm Rosalie, Emmett's wife and mother to these two hellions." Rose shakes Ang's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Rosalie. I'm Angela. I've heard a lot about you."

"Likewise. You gonna partake in yoga today?"

"That's the plan."

"Well then, let's get this party started. Russell, put the DVD in. Thomas, go get all the mats."

They both stand tall and salute Rose before running in off in different directions.

We spend the next hour doing yoga and laughing till we cry. Angela laughs so hard, I think she pees a little. When we are done, we head back to my place to shower and get ready for the rest of the day.

We spend the rest of the day roaming around Forks, walking some of the trails in the Hoh Rainforest, and we meet up with Jake to tour the Rez and the beaches. Mother Nature even is on our side and keeps it sunny all day.

Angie had made an appointment with the tailor in town so we stop there and get my dress fitted. It is a beautiful royal purple color that goes to my knees.

We laugh, we cry, we sit in silence, just enjoying nature around us and each other. Before we know it, it's five o'clock, and we need to get home to make the caramel apple unicorn pie I promised Jake I would bring.

By six-fifteen, we head across the street, pie and wine in hand, ready for dinner.

Rose has cooked an amazing meal which we all devour. The boys and Emmett provide most of the entertainment, making us laugh, which is all fun and games until someone chokes on their food while laughing. *Cough Edward Cough*.

After we eat, Rose and Emmett put the boys to bed and then we all sit around the table, drinking wine and telling stories.

"I want some young Izzy stories that I don't know," Angie says as she drinks her wine.

"Yeah, me too!" Edward says excitedly.

"Oh, God," I say as I chug the rest of my wine and poor another glass.

"God, there are so many! Where to start?" Emmett says with a gleam in his eye, rubbing his hands together.

"I wanna know about the first time she got drunk. I know it wasn't with us," Ang says as she rubs her hands together.

Emmett reaches over the table and gives Ange a high-five. "Oh! Good one."

"So, we," Emmett points to Jake, me, and himself, "are the tender age of fourteen and are at one of the many bonfires on the Rez. All the cool, older kids are drinking, dancing, laughing. We, the three Mustaters, as we called ourselves at the time, decide that it is high time that we partake in our first rite of passage as teenagers."

"Rite of passage?" Ang asks.

"Yeah, like drinking for the first time, smoking, sneaking out of the house – shit like that, that you do as teenagers."

Angie laughs. "Got it!"

"Now then, we have to decide what to drink, right? People would notice if we had beers in our hands, so that's a no-go. Got to be stealthy. The vodka and the rum were unattainable because the person that bought it keeps it with them so you have to ask. The last option was Rez hooch. Easily attainable and we can stick it in the cups we already had. I think we each polished off two cups. We're happy, stumbling around, dancing, acting like fools. We think we were totally stealthy and no one noticed we got some. That's when we hear Billy, Jake's dad, holler, 'Kids,Charlie will be here in twenty to pick you up.' Then it hits us – we are so fucked. If he figures out we are drunk, we are dead meat."

Jake and I both mutter, "So dead."

"So, we're scrambling, trying to figure out the best way to sober up as quick as possible."

Jake slaps the side of his head and says, "My drunk brain comes up with eat something and then eat a bunch of mints and chew gum."

Emmett pretends to be shoving and eating imaginary things. "We start shoving cake, chips and bread into our months as fast as we could, then mints and chewing gum."

All three of us make a gagging noise.

"By the time Charlie got there, B was starting to look a little green. I keep elbowing her and whispering, 'man up and don't barf'. So the Chief, being the dick he was, always made us ride in the back of the cruiser, like criminals.

"About five minutes into the drive, Belly Boo starts yelling, 'Dad, pull the car over. I think I'm gonna throw up!'"Emmett says in a high pitched voice.

"To which he replies, 'I ain't pulling over. Swallow it.'" he says in his best Chief voice.

"I look over at B and I see her gag and swallow, which makes me gag 'cause that's just gross. And I think she's good, but then she just projectile vomits all over the bars and the back of Charlie. Cake, chips, bread, hooch, mints, and chewing gum just stuck all over it, running down, all slimy and shit. I still, to this day, don't know how I managed not to hurl right after that."

"Fear," I say, chuckling.

"Probably! Charlie was screaming and cursing up a storm."

Everyone at the table starts laughing.

"Ugh, he woke me up at four a.m. the next day and made me clean it and the rest of cruiser, plus all the others, with a tooth brush. It took me all weekend. " I shudder at the memory. That sucked so hard.

"What about the first time she streaked through town!" Jake hollers, wagging his eyebrows.

"Oh, God! Let's not." I drop my forehead to the table.

"So we are, what fifteen, maybe sixteen, partying on the Rez. It's a great summer night. We have a bonfire going on. Drinking hooch, vodka, and smoking the sweet Mary Jane. Bells is so drunk. She then declares it was time to lose her V-card, but she decides that it should be auctioned off."

"You did what?!" Angela exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, it sounded like a good idea at the time. I wanted it to be Peter but I knew that would never happen, so I didn't really care who took it. I just wanted it gone."

"So I, being the good big brother that I am, started threatening all the fuckers. I even punched some dude in the face. That's when I decided that B had enough and it was time to go home."

"She didn't like that idea AT ALL. She takes off running and it takes Emmett and I like twenty minutes to catch her. She's tiny and fast when she is drunk," Jake says and Emmett nods in agreement.

"Quil was the DD, so we load up in his car. It takes both of us to get her into the car and Paul tags along. We, being the gentleman and shit that we are, make the mistake of letting her sit up front. She is sitting there, arms crossed, making growling noises. Then she turns around and starts yelling at Emmett and me."

In a high pitched voice, Jake says, "'How dare you two decide who I can give my virginity too! It's my cherry and my body! Whose cherry body!? My cherry body! And I will let whoever I want stick his dick in me and pop it! Not you! Or you!'

"Emmett is trying to calm her down and say shit like, 'It's a special thing, a gift. Your body should be worshiped', and some other stupid shit.

"She lets out a scream and then starts taking off her clothes! Paul starts hooting and hollering. Emmett punches him and they start fighting. I'm trying to get her to put her clothes on. Quil is trying to pay attention to the road but Bella's getting naked so he's getting distracted. He finally hits the brakes as soon as we get to town and, before any of us can do anything, she jumps out of the fucking car in her bra and underwear. Stops in front of the car, takes her bra off and yells, 'My cherry body!', throws her bra on the car and takes off running topless through town.

"It takes us like a few seconds to register what happened and Emmett and I take off running after her, for the second time that night. Quil and Paul are following us in the car.

"Now it's like eleven o'clock at night so there aren't that many people out, but there are a few and all they are seeing is the sheriff's naked daughter running down the middle of the street with Emmett, me, and a car chasing her."

"Did you catch her?" Edward asks, wiping a tear away because he is laughing so hard.

"We finally catch up with her at the parking lot of Newton's, but not before the store employees, who were just getting off work, see her."

"Eric!" the three of us holler.

"God, that was the beginning of his obsession with me. He would not leave me alone after that."

"I grab her and Emmett throws a jacket over her and we stuff her in the car, but before we can take off, Charlie shows up."

"OH, SHIT!" Rose exclaims.

"Oh shit, is right. He put my ass back on a plane to Florida the next day. He was so pissed."

"So that's why you came back early that summer. I remember you being super mad but you would never talk about it." Ang's face looks like a puzzle piece has just been put in place, knowing why I came back earlier. She is also probably remembering my actions and attitude when I got back.

"I never talked about anything from Forks really. Even though Charlie was a fucking asshole, Jake and Em were my family and it hurt when I had to leave, so I just buried it so I didn't have to think about it or feel. It was a bit like I lived two different lives. I was a different person when I was here than when I was in Florida. I had you and sometimes Peter, but you know what it was like for me there – how school was, how I was treated." I shrug. I know that will probably hurt her feelings a bit, but at this point in my life, I'm trying to be honest with myself and everyone around me. I have spent too many years lying and pretending.

"God, when I got back to Forida, Renee was a ragey cunt and Phil and Mike where always hitting on me. It was so disgusting. And then Peter had started saying all those horrible things because he was dating that slut Tanya. Halfway through the year, I just couldn't take it anymore. I was in so much pain. I wanted to be back in Forks so bad."

I chug the rest of my wine and pour another full glass before I continue. "So, I had been home for like three months and Renee goes out one night with friends, leaving me home alone with Phil, who was, as per usual, drunk. He hits on me once again, but this time instead of telling him to fuck off, I let him feel me up. Before it could go any further, Mike stumbles in the house with a few friends, also drunk. Phil scurries off to his office and shuts himself in, probably to jack off. I'm feeling gross so I go down to our bar in the basement and start chugging rum. Then, like father like son, Mike stumbles down and he starts hitting on me. I'm drunk, I feel disgusting, I'm angry – so I think fuck it, and give him a half-assed blowjob that Phil walks in on. Shit hits the fan after that, and within two days, I was back with Charlie, living permanently."

"Jesus, B," Edward says as he squeezes my leg under the table.

"Eh, just another in a long list of poor life choices. But it did get me back here and that is what I wanted."

"That's fucking depressing as shit, Bella, and I'm sorry that happened… but what I really want to know is who you lost your V-card to," Rose says as she gulps her wine.

Jake and I look at each other and we both drink.

"I can't remember. Such a long time ago," I say, taking another drink.

"Bullshit," Rose says with a pointed look. "I bet I know who it is too."

"How do you know? I don't even now!" Emmett says.

"Edward, I need to borrow five dollars," Rose says, holding her hand out. Edward grabs his wallet and places the five in her hands.

"Thank you."

She slaps the bill on the table and says, "I bet you five dollars I know who it is."

Emmett slaps another five on top of hers. "You're on! Who?"

Rose, with a smug look on her face, says, "Easy. It was Jake."

Jake spits out his beer and I choke on my wine.

"Eeeeh, wrong. I would know if it was my boy Jake. Besides, they are like brother and sister. That's just wrong."

Everyone at the table looks at me and Jake. Jake and I just stare at each other.

"Okay, now before you say anything else, let me explain."

"Whaaat?!" Emmett shouts.

Rose slaps him on the back of the head. "Shh, you'll wake up the boys. Let the man finish."

"Well, I didn't want B to give it up to just anyone."

"Right and he was a sad, sixteen–year-old virgin."

"I was not sad."

"Your dick was."

"So, we decided that we should have sex with each other to get it over with."

"Yeah, I took one for the team."

"Fuck you, Bells. I took one for the team."

"Whatever, we both fell on the sword. Not really a big deal. He was actually sweet about it."

"Damn right, I was. I lit candles and shit."

"By candles, he means one of those pine scented candles, 'cause his room smelled rank."

"I can't believe you violated my sister," Emmett says, shaking his head.

"Tots violated. Jake's man meat was all up in my Virginia."

Jake and I started making thrusting movements which cause Emmett to reach over and smack Jake upside the head.

"What the fuck?"

"Stop making sex movements with each other. I can't take much more."

Rose swipes the ten dollars off the table and hands Edward his money back.

"So why did you guys never date?" Angela asks.

"'Cause she's Bells. I mean, I love the shit outta her, but not like that."

"And he's Jake. I've known him since he was born. The thought of dating him is just weird. And wrong."

Emmett scoffs "Oh, but you'd have sex with him?"

"Well, yeah, it was a necessary evil."

"Jesus Christ. I can't believe you gave your sacred flower to Jake," Emmett says, shaking his head again.

Rose snorts. "Sacred flower! Are you sure you don't have a vagina, dear?"

"Rosie!"

"Wait, who did you think it was?" I ask Emmett.

"I was gonna guess Embry cause I had to pull you two apart on several drunken occasions."

"Cock block was more like it. Although once we ditched you, we humped like rabbits when we were drunk." I smile, thinking of some great times we had.

"All right, that is enough Bella stories for one night. See you losers later."

With that, Ang and I hug everyone goodbye and make our way back to my house. We are both pretty tired so we head straight to bed.

When I turn the light off and crawl into the bed, Ang turns over and says, "Emmett told me what you were like when you got here and what you've been going through and how hard you've been working. I'm sad that I wasn't here for you, but after spending time with all of them today, I'm really glad you have them. Watching you with them tonight, they are your family and I can see this light in you that you've never had before. I'm really happy I was able to see that. I was so worried about you when you left, but now I can see that I don't need to be. You're in good hands. I love you, Bella"

A tear slides down my cheek. "I love you back, Angie Baby," I whisper.

**A/N

One of these stories may have been true..

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