Dangerous Curves
Summary: When Bella "blossomed" into puberty, her body went from thin to suddenly curvy. Between being bullied by her peers and having unsupportive parents, Bella's self-confidence was non-existent. When her best friend's brother, Edward, admits to falling for her, she doesn't believe him. So, the first chance she gets, she bolts, leaving everything and everyone behind for years.
Prologue
BPOV
I knew him when the internet was still a baby. Hanson, N'SYNC, and the Backstreet Boys were at the height of their popularity. It was before smartphones existed, hell, before cell phones really existed. Unless you were a spoiled rich kid and your parents could afford a Nokia that you could bounce off walls and it'd never break, kids didn't own a cellphone.
People say that kids are mean now. Especially with internet bullies, you can't hide, not even in your own home. But I can attest to the fact kids were mean then, too. I had firsthand knowledge of just how mean they could be. The only plus side, I suppose, was that I could hide away at home, sort of.
As a child, I'd been thin, I could eat anything and everything in front of me and hardly gain a pound. But suddenly, puberty hit, and the scale climbed. And as the numbers rose, so had the cruel remarks from my peers. Worse than that were the remarks made by my dad and how he looked at me with disdain.
He was supposed to be my first teacher of what to look for in a man. Typically, fathers in movies and literature were depicted to be supportive and caring. They were the ones who should be proud to have you on their arm, and to dance with you at daddy-daughter school nights. Not Charlie Swan; he was no model of a father. Appearances meant everything to him. Out of everyone, he had probably been my worst bully, by his icy silence alone.
My mother was...better than him, but only just. As a little girl, I'd watched her go through every fad diet possible. She'd hold her breath, stepping on the scale, only releasing it once the numbers appeared and were agreeable. I remember being about six, watching her pinch what little fat she had on her belly between her fingers. I pulled my shirt up, repeating her actions, which she quickly reprimanded me for. Eyes sad, she'd gripped my hand in hers. "No, Bella. I was being silly. Your little belly is just perfect."
I'd been perfect to her until my belly was no longer little. That was when the comments started about how I could lose weight if I went to the gym with her. She said I was "just a teenager, and if you can't make healthy food decisions, I'll make them for you."
Years later, I could see that in her warped way, she was trying to protect me from my father. He looked at fat people with disgust, always making some sort of snarky comment. To my mother, if I could just trim down, if I could be thin, he'd love me again. And then he wouldn't see her as a failure of a mother.
Any positive outlook on myself and my relationship with food seemed to vanish overnight. Instead of openly eating when I was hungry, I'd hide food in my room and binge eat at night.
The only thing that kept me sane through high school were the few good friends I had. Angela, Alice, Rose, and by proxy, Rose's twin brother, Edward. They didn't care what I ate or wore. Pretty often, Alice would tell me she wished she had even half of my curves—especially my boobs and ass.
When I thought back about it now, I laughed at how Edward's eyes would glaze over every time she mentioned my rack. To this day, he still got that same goofy look on his face when I undressed or wore something that emphasized my cleavage.
But back then, I hadn't taken that look as a compliment. I thought he was disgusted by my body and that he was nice to my face because of Rose. Even though he'd told me otherwise, how could I believe any differently when I was taught to hate my body?
I couldn't have been more wrong, and because of the lies I'd been fed—that I wasn't good enough as I was—I'd missed years of time with a man who truly adored me.
—DC—
Walking into the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. Sometimes my heart still clenched at the fact that he loved me; all of me.
My soft belly or my rounded thighs didn't bother him. In the beginning of our relationship, he'd often tell me he was on the team that supported "thick thighs save lives." He loved digging his teeth into the flesh of my ass, leaving literal love bites. And he was proud to have me on his arm anywhere we went together. Openly kissing and touching me for all to see.
"Get any writing done?" he asked before he started kissing my neck. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my leggings, stroking the flesh he found there.
Leaning back against him, I hummed softly as his fingers continued their ministrations. "I think I finally finished it. Now to edit all seven hundred pages."
"You'll get it done, you always do." His fingers slipped lower, playing with the short curls he found between my thighs. "Guess what?" he murmured in my ear, slipping a finger through my wet folds.
Gasping, my eyes fluttered shut. "What?"
"We wrapped today. We get to go home."
I cried out as he slipped his middle finger inside of me, pumping in and out slowly. His thumb flicked over my clit while he attacked my neck with his lips and teeth. I heard what he said, and I was excited to be going back to the comfort of our home on the outskirts of Sacramento. But not nearly as excited as I was about what his fingers were doing to me.
"I don't care how long we're married, I'll never tire of hearing you moan." He slipped another finger inside, as the pressure from his thumb increased on my clit. I moaned his name loudly, my knees buckling, but he held us both up. "Just like that, baby, say it again."
"Edward!" I called out as my orgasm rushed through me, and my vision went white from the intensity of it.
After a couple more strokes, he pulled his hand from my pants, licking and sucking his fingers clean. "I've been thinking about making you come all damn day, sweetheart, and I'm not done yet. I want you naked and my face between those thighs, I want to drink directly from the source. And then...when I'm done with that, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," I whispered and his eyes lit up with mirth.
"Go!" he shouted.
He didn't need to tell me twice. I rushed toward our bedroom, excited by the prospect of what was to come. I also had some big news for him.
—DC—
Hi friends!
Well, as you can see, the prologue gives you a tiny view into their future. I'd say that this is a pretty slow burn, and for me, it's angst-y. We're going to travel back to get a few glimpses of their high school years and then follow Bella a bit through college. Eventually, we'll get back here! So I hope you all enjoy the ride with me!
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