A/n: ok so, I've made a big mistake. There is no fucking way Renee and Charlie can be the ages that Ive put, for two reason. One, their oldest is fucking 28 years old! How in the world are they going to be 38 and 36! Jeez. I feel so dumb! Two, Charlie was seventeen and Renee was fifteen when Micah was born. I'm am so so sorry for my stupidity. They're actually 45 and 47. Just add four to five years to all the adults. Sorry again. These kids are driving me crazy. Anyway, happy readings!
As soon as Micah runs out of the room I'm wrapping a blanket around my body and quickly grabbing my clothes before heading to the bathroom.
I want the ground to open up so I can crawl in there and hide.
Embarrassment is putting it lightly, mortification is more likely, as I stand with my back to the thick door.
I'm pretty sure I'm a few seconds away from hyperventilating.
Until now, I wasn't entirely anything had happened last night. That is until I looked down towards my legs there caked in brownish red dried blood, right in between my thighs.
There's no going back now.
The soreness didn't leave my stiff muscles, even after I turned up the hot water. I think I spent a longer time than usual in the shower.
Eventually my sore, stiff muscles relaxed, allowing me to be able to get out of the shower.
Still, I took my time dressing in the extra clothes I keep down here in the towel cabinet in case of emergency. Like coming home too tired after a long shift and crashing out in this specific room.
When I finally walked out, Micah is pacing in the kitchen while Mary is cooking breakfast.
"Squirt, how are you feeling?" He asked, concerned.
"Sore, tired, sleepy…" I say, ignoring everything else.
"No, how do you feel? " Mary asks, her eyes going down.
I sigh, not really wanting to answer but already knowing that they'll pester me if I don't. "I'll be alright… Where's Rosalie, and the rest of them?" I ask, lowering myself onto the stool, wincing slightly.
"Hmm… oh, uhh… after you went to shower Emmett and Edward received a call from their mom, I think. Anyway, it seems their younger sister is here in town. They went to pick her up.. is that alright?" Micah asked, as he eyed me concerned.
"You know, you're going to make one hell of a fucking doctor, someday." I muttered, sarcastically, ignoring his question.
"Hmm…what was that?" He asks.
"Oooh.. nothing. It's not a problem. She can go stay with Jasper." I say.
"Jasper? As in your cousin, that Jasper?" Mary asks.
"The one and only. My guess is that if she's here...then he must be here too, since they've been fucking around for almost a year now. He has an apartment in the middle of town, I'm certain she's going to want to stay there." I say, as I take the mint tea Mary has set before me, in my favorite 'kiss the nurse' mug, on the counter.
"He's too old for her then. How old is the girl?" Micah asked, as he bit into his begal and drink some coffee.
"She's the same age as me. Jasper is a year older than Edward." I say, giving him a side glance.
"Wait...if Jasper is twenty-seven. Then Edward is twenty-six. What the fuck?! Why would you go out with a man who is five or six years older than you?" He asked.
"Need I remind you that I am going to be twenty two in September. Besides, while the fuck do you think you are to tell me who I can or can't date? Mary is two years older than me. You are twenty eight almost twenty-nine. You're the last person who should be fucking talking!" I snap, downing the scalding liquid before leaping off the stool and heading back to bed.
"Watch my babies. Momma isn't feeling to good right now!" I call over my shoulders.
I was going to go to my room but after realizing I was to soar to waddle my way up the stairs, I decided to go back to the den, or as I call it now, the scene of the crime.
Mumbling to myself as I peeled off the bloodied sheets and threw them into the washing machine to soak before I washed them.
I then spent the rest of the day laying in the freshly made bed in the den, with the radio playing angry music.
My family knew to stay away when I did this. Sadly, we had guests. Nosy ones at that.
My inner bitch was dying to come out and play but I can let her loose on poor innocent bystanders. That is what the basement is for. Now, now, calm your titties down. I converted it into a gym, complete with a sauna and shower.
The question now is whether or not I want to go down there or not. I don't get to decide, since Pinky comes charging into the room and hides under the bed.
"What the fuck?" I mumbled, as a poodle charged into the room behind her.
"Maisie, no!" The feminine voice said.
"Bella?" She says shocked.
"Alice." I reply, smiling at her.
"Oh my god! How've you been?" She asks as Cujo tried to take a snap at Pinky.
"Great. Awesome. Now, get Cujo away from my baby before I throw it out of my house." I reply, in the same cheery tone.
"Oh. Hey, Maisie, no!" She says, as she whistles.
Her dog is a fucking poodle that's more hair and fluff than dog. She is Maltese, with long sandy brown long hair. Alice likes to torture the poor thing by braiding his or her hair.
"I told you not to bring her." Jasper says, as he walks into the room, and picks up Cujo.
"Hey Jazzy boy." I greet as I grab Pinky and hug her to my chest.
"Hey, Baby Bell, sorry for scaring Porky." He says, rubbing her head lovingly, as Cujo tries to snip at Pinky.
Jasper quickly moves back before flicking Cujo lightly on the nose.
"Knock it off, Mais." He chastises.
"Here, I'll put her back in her carrier. It was nice seeing you again Bella. Talk later?" She asks.
"Sure." I say, smiling at her.
Jasper and I stand there silently as she walks back towards the kitchen. When she is out of the room he turns to me, and inclines his head.
"How are you really doing, Bells?" He asks, as I sit down on the bed.
"I-I don't know. I'm feeling so many things at once. I fucking know that I just met him, but I think I'm falling for him." I finally say, hugging Pinky a little tighter.
She moves a little in my arms and lays her head on my arm, her little wet snout rubbing my arm.
"I know how you feel. I've felt that way since the first day I crashed into Alice in San Francisco." Jasper says, smiling goofily.
"Yeah,no shit. I was there when you fucking almost crushed her with your giant ass. I had to roll you off of her." I snorted.
"Yeah, yeah laugh it up, Bells. At least I didn't fucking meet her after getting arrested." He quips back.
"Shut the fuck up, Jazz. I was detained not arrested, there is a fucking difference." I snip back.
"Oh, I know." He says, chuckling.
A throat clearing from the doorway, causes us to sober up.
"Oh, hey. Edward, what's up?" Jazz asks, nodding to him in acknowledgement.
"Alice wants to know where the dog's leash is." He says.
Jasper nods, quickly getting up. "I'll go help her look for it. Otherwise she won't find it." He says, walking out.
"We'll finish talking later, alright Bells." He says, giving me a quick smile before leaving.
As soon as Jasper leaves the room is submerged in an uncomfortable silence.