Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things twilight. I own nothing.
A/N: I would apologize for not updating yesterday, but that would be lying. You see, I found a story where Edward is a viking... you can't expect me to function while reading that can you? It's called "My Viking" by sheviking. It's not a drabble, but it does have an Edvard with his viking manly ways... sigh. If you any stories that are not the normal human or vampire of the 21st century, let me know. Anyways, please review.
Selfish 38
Smash...
Smash...
Fucking walnuts!
Smash, smash, smash...
Fucking hard shells...
Smash, smash, smash...
Fucking Tanya!
Smash, smash, smash, smash, smash, smash...
Fucking Eddie!
"Fiancee,"I scoff.
Smash...
"What the fuck-ever!"
Smash, smash, smash,
"Fiancees are people who are only delaying the actual marriage, anyways!"
Smash, smash, smash, smash, smash, smash...
"Who needs men! Who needs drama with so much reality TV available..."
I hear the front door of mine and Rosalie's apartment open. Ever since the incident at Jasper's apartment happened, I haven't been able to walk through Grandma-ville.
And ever since the incident at the hospital where I was accused of being a fiancee breaker, I haven't been back there either.
I've been home for a week doing my own therapy with the help from Emmett. He's no professional, but he knows workouts and he helps me out tremendously.
"Bella! What the hell are you killing inside the kitchen. I can hear the banging all the way down the lobby. Mind you, that's six floors down," Rosalie scolds.
I don't turn to look at her while I continue to use the meat tenderizer to crack open one of the few walnuts that was still recognizable.
"It's not my fault these nuts are hard," I complain.
Her hand stills my hand holding the mini hammer and she removes from my grasp. My hand is shaking... I close it in a fist because this is a sign of weakness and I will not... not be weak.
I feel a tall, hard body behind my back and strong lean arms encircle my waist. Jasper...
Rosalie is standing to my left. She wipes the tears from my eyes that until that moment, I had no idea were flowing steadily.
"I... I feel like such a fucking failure, Rosie. I'm twenty-six and divorced..."
"Twenty-five," she corrects me.
I wail harder. "Jesus, I don't even know my fucking age."
They are patient, surrounding me, giving me support, letting me finally get rid of these overwhelming emotions.
"Unwanted pregnancy, ignored childhood, teenage marriage, divorce, sex the day after divorce with a stranger, falling in lust with a different stranger the next day, stalking, more stalking, being attacked... imagined orgasm and then breaking up an engagement... Oh yeah, I'm on a roll. They should just put a warning sign that I live here, or maybe my image will be what pops up when compared to bad luck after breaking a mirror."
Rosalie rolls her eyes and snaps at me, even though there is no bite to her snark. "Not everything in your life is bad, Bells. You have to look at the upside of things. So what if daddy didn't want you, I'd say a life with out a dad is better than one where he beats you like mine did. Your mother ignores you, yeah, I wish mine did that, she's so suffocating that I'm considering changing my last name and disappearing. So you got a divorce... who hasn't. This is the USA. Nothing says we're more American than fried food and broken homes. All the other stuff, that's nothing. You over think, over analyze, and over react... and, that's all I'm saying."
Jasper squeezes my waist and pulls me tighter to his body... it feels nice, and for a moment I forget my troubles... just a teeny tiny moment... until reality slaps me back down to Earth and I'm reminded that he's now with Alice and this should not feel nice...
Cause it has never felt this kind of nice before...
And I really don't need to add more trouble to my list.
I hardly notice as Rosalie walks out of the apartment, the soft click of the door resonating in the otherwise quiet place.
The arms around me grow tighter...
Our bodies flush against each other...
The embrace feels warm, safe... and so very fucking erotic...
It's hard to ignore the way my nipples respond, the way my body heats... and the pooling between my legs.
Maybe... if I could just let go, for just a moment... to just forget and only to feel...
This is wrong and it feels so right... and I know then...
That it isn't Jasper behind me.