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A/N, A huge apology for the delay... but I had a run of bad luck and a little writers block – but I'm back and this time... it's going to get seriously personal. I also want to give a shout out to the girl that always reads my shit, puts up with my dirty mouth and doesn't mind when I talk about cobwebs (not that I have them anymore) you mean the world to me, my Querida Corazon!

Chapter 36 : Bad shit brewing

CPOV

I'm ashamed to say it, but bending that little witch over the stairs and fucking her did more for me therapeutically than whisky or anything else could. It seemed that after our session we had both gotten what we wanted because she didn't argue when I told her to get out and I hadn't seen her since and that was almost a week ago.

The bad news was that she wasn't the only one that I had heard nothing from. It had been over a week now and I still hadn't heard anything from Esme. Truth be told, when she first left I had half expected her to call within a day or two, to tell me where she was - or at least tell me where we stood.

The thing about silence is that you have nothing what so ever to distract you from the voices in your head. And no, I'm not referring to the kind that tell you to go and sacrifice virgins or that everyone is out to get you. I'm talking about that nagging bastard in the back of your head, called a conscience and lately I couldn't get mine to shut the hell up.

I was well aware of what I'd done and the pain that I'd caused. What I didn't need was for it to be repeated in my head, over and over again. And for that to happen, I needed a distraction and a good one at that.

Three days later

BPOV

I groaned as I rolled over in bed and pulled the covers up over my head, to block out the light that stung my eyes. I let out a sigh as I snuggled further under the covers and set about going back to sleep, when my phone started to ring.

I rolled over and peered out from under the duvet long enough to snatch the phone off my bedside table, before disappearing back under the covers.

(Bella/Alice)

"Hello," I muttered

"You're not going to fucking believe this, babe!"

"Alice?"

"Who else would it be?"

I groaned before replying. "Nobody, because they're not fucking stupid enough to call while I'm sleeping."

"Bitch"

"I know, now what's up?"

"I think my mom's fucking Carlisle Cullen"

I sat up before shouting, "What the fuck?"

"I know!"

I shook my head, all traces of sleep now gone from my mind and instead replaced with shock, anger and perhaps, hurt?

"I hope for your sake Alice, that this is some kind of a sick fucking joke!"

I heard a sigh on the other end of the phone, followed by a moment of silence before she replied. "I wish it was, but I seriously think that they are. She came home all glowy and shit on Tuesday night and I've barely seen her since."

I wasn't impressed by her logic at this point. "Okay, so how the hell does that bring you to the conclusion that your mom's fucking Carlisle?" I asked.

"Well, it might have something to do with the whispered phone conversations she's been having in her room at night, and the fact that the one time she has been home recently, he was with her and I heard her giggling and saying how fabulous he was."

Okay I could see where she was getting her ideas from, but that fucker wouldn't do Alice's mom, would he?

"Bella?"

"I hope to fucking God you're wrong about this, Ally." I told her

"I know, because that would really fuck things up for us, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, it really would. But I'm still not sure what the fuck's happening at the moment."

"I know that babe, but you're a week late. You've never been a week late in two years."

"I know, but I don't want to take anything for granted yet, not until I know I've got him."

"Okay. Wanna meet up? We can have a look around my mom's room while she's out to see if there're any clues on whether or not she's fucking the preacher man or not."

I thought about it for a moment, if that bastard really was doing the dirty on me then I wanted to know about it. "Sure, your place in an hour?" I asked.

"One hour, later babe."

I heard the click of the call ending before I let the phone drop onto the mattress. Would he really find someone else? I mean his wife was one thing, I could understand him feeling his obligation to her and….the kid. But for him to find someone else to fuck on top of that after all of his "I want to do the right thing by my wife" bullshit, I'm not sure I could deal with that.

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