A/N: I'm really proud of this chapter, so show me some love please :)
~Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind~
"I'm surprised that your family is so normal," I tease.
"They're not, believe me. Partially my fault anyway since I'm so fucked up," he said grimly.
"Stop doing that, always putting yourself down. So dark and tortured." I press a chaste kiss against his plump lips.
We're lying in his bed and he ends the conversation by rolling on top of me and claiming my mouth with his. His solution to any time I try to have a deeper conversation with him; distract me with sex, not that it doesn't work.
His hands slip under my pants and once his fingers touch my clit, I snap back to reality, remembering that his family is downstairs. I try to push his hand away but it doesn't budge, instead he presses against my clit even harder.
Edward's deep kisses silencing the words I'm trying to get out. "Mmm… Edward, we-e shouldn't – be doing… O-oh God – this."
"Hmm, why not? I've gone too long without your delicious fucking pussy, I need it now - I need a taste," he growls. He hovers over me and grasps both of my wrists in his other hand and holds them tight above my head. He straddles my body to stop my resistance. His dominance and need making me wetter.
It feels so good when he plays with my pussy like that.
"I'm not gonna fuck you with your mom and sister downstairs," I groan but can't fight against the pleasure of his fingers rubbing my clit hard – mercilessly.
"You'll just have to be quiet." He starts kissing down my chest through my shirt as his fingers fumble with pushing my pants down.
A pounding knock at the door shocks us out of our lust. Edward groans in displeasure. I panic and struggle to get my pants back up; it's like whoever's behind that door knew what we were doing.
Edward lies there flat on his back with his arms crossed behind his head and a smug smirk on his face, not even caring that we almost got caught.
The banging begins again. "Edward, I need to speak with you – now," a deep, masculine voice echoes through the door.
Oh shit, it's his dad.
So embarrassing, the first time I'm meeting his dad is seconds after his son was rubbing my wet pussy.
"Come in," Edward grunted. I'm not sure if the annoyance was from him getting cock blocked or just his dad in general.
A handsome older man that looked very much like Edward but with blonde hair steps into the room.
He freezes and looks at me with a strange expression on his face. He doesn't say anything, just stares for a moment with his eyebrows furrowed.
I wait for Edward to introduce us, but when I turn to look at him, he's caught in a weird staring contest with his dad, like they're communicating with their thoughts – but not in a pleasant way.
The tension in the room is uncomfortable so I force myself to stand up to greet him. "Um… Hi Mr. Cullen, I'm Bella. It's nice to meet you," I reach out my hand awkwardly to shake his.
This snaps him out of his trance and moves forward to shake my hand. He clears his throat, "very nice to meet you Bella, please call me Carlisle."
Edward doesn't move from the bed or acknowledge his father.
"Edward, can I have a moment with you?"
Edward rolls his eyes and as he passes, he grabs me and kisses me heavily right in front of Carlisle, I feel his eyes glaring at us. "I'll be back."
They leave the room and close the door on their way out. I don't know what to do so I lay on the bed just staring at the ceiling thinking about how weird the interaction with his father was.
His mom and sister were so friendly and excited to meet me. His dad on the other hand, I couldn't tell if he didn't like me or if he was upset with Edward for some reason. He made me feel like I shouldn't have been there.
After a few minutes of waiting, I figured I should go downstairs and spend some time with Esme and Alice; they were nice enough to let me stay over.
On the way to the stairs, I pass a room with the door closed, but I can hear muffled yelling coming from it – it's Edward and his dad. I know I shouldn't invade their privacy and right before I'm about to walk down the steps; I halt when I hear the words come from Carlisle's mouth.
"Son, what are you doing with this girl?"
They're talking about me. The curiosity gets the better of me and I step back to the door, placing my ear to it.
"I'm dating her clearly, what does it look like?" Annoyance deep in Edward's voice.
"You promised you weren't going to get involved with anyone here."
"Yeah well I tried ok, but it's different with her. Nothing bad is gonna happen, I promise."
Hm, that's why he did everything in his power to keep me away at first, not because he didn't want me.
"I don't like this, I'm keeping an eye on you."
"What the fuck, seriously? So what, you expect me to be alone forever?"
"No, but you need time to heal and get better after what happened and the last thing you need is another girlfriend with the state of mind your in."
What the fuck does that mean?
"You don't fucking trust me." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Do you blame me considering what happened?"
"I didn't fucking mean it! Are you ever going to get over it?" I can feel the pain and agony from Edward's voice from behind the door.
"I'm trying," Carlisle replies weakly.
"You still think I'm a fucking monster don't you?" I hear a fist slam down on a table.
"Edward, calm down and stop putting words in my mouth. I paid a lot of money to get you out of that shit, I think I deserve some respect."
"Fuck you and your respect," Edward hissed.
I hear even louder yelling after that but I've heard enough and walk back to his room. My brain trying to process and put puzzle pieces together but still missing so many pieces that it still doesn't make sense.
My mind has been blocking them out for a while but there are starting to be too many red flags.
What the fuck is Edward hiding?
I'm getting so tired of being patient and waiting. Each day that I feel like I'm breaking his walls down little by little, he just builds them up even higher.
It's one thing to listen to gossip, it's another thing to actually hear it from his mouth. He's hiding something and it doesn't sound good. A million questions running through my head but I'm too afraid to ask, fearing that I won't like the truth.
I guess Carlisle had nothing against me personally but just a problem with Edward dating a girl in general, but why?
What did Edward do that was so bad? Is that why they moved here?
I guess his family is not as perfect as they seem; everyone has secrets behind closed doors.
I need to confront him when he gets back.
Once I'm back in his room, I realize how chilly I am, probably a mixture of the cold A/C and the talk I eavesdropped on. I decide to look for a sweater to kill some time before he comes back. I won't be able to go downstairs and talk to Esme and Alice after what I heard, my mind racing with thoughts.
I head to the dresser, hoping that I could find one in there. Just random clothing and boxers in the first couple of drawers but I finally find a sweater in the last drawer. Once I pull the old sweater out, I hear a clang of metal hit the bottom of the drawer. Hmm, what's this?
In place of where the sweater used to be, there's a chain that looks like it's a piece of jewelry and a small photo.
I've never been one to snoop but after the conversation I just heard, there are large, flashing, warning lights calling out to me.
I pick up the old, weathered photo and study it. My mind is trying not to jump to conclusions, not having an idea who she is.
She's really pretty with natural curly red hair and stunning blue eyes. She looks tired from the eyes but has a big smile on her face.
As much as I try not to overreact; jealousy and dread run through my veins, not knowing anything about his past.
Why does he still have a picture of a girl in his dresser? Is she an ex? Is he still in love with her?
Why else would someone hang on to this? Or maybe she's just a family member and I'm worrying for nothing? No, that doesn't make sense; he wouldn't hide a photo of a family member in his drawer.
Carlisle's words run through my mind.
"The last thing you need is another girlfriend with the state of mind your in."
Did something happen to her? Did he do something… to her?
My mind goes back to the chain I saw and I pick up the cold piece of metal between my fingers.
It's a necklace with a small little heart; it looks like it had some weird paint on the chain. I pull it closer to examine it and my heart stops in my throat and chills run down my spine – not the good kind.
There's a deep burgundy rust color on the chain that resembles dried blood. Bile rushes up my throat.
A couple of his ex-girlfriends went missing and he was a suspect.
The rumors ring in my head but I do everything in my power to block them out. I'm so tempted to run but I need to give him the benefit of the doubt, find out why he's holding onto a bloody necklace that must belong to the girl in the picture.
I'm so distracted and in shock, my heart pounding out of my chest that I don't realize when Edward walks into the room, his startling voice right behind me, causing me to jump. I gasp and drop all the items to the floor.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Menacing, macabre, malevolent.
A/N: Hehe, sorry for the cliffhanger guys ;) Dark enough for you yet?