Disclaimer : Mentions of sexual abuse and assault. Please read with caution.

Some lemons ahead too

Song : so sad so sexy - Lykke Li

Chapter Thirteen

Bella

Opening my eyes slowly I roll over as a warm ray from the sun peeked through the curtains. Expecting I would have enough space to do so on such a large bed all to myself I frown when I feel something blocking me.

When my hand feels a strong arm under my fingertips my eyes fly open.

"Good morning, darlin'," a gentle voice laced with a thickness from just having woken up I focus my gaze on a naked chest in front of me. My arm over his chiseled abs and one leg tucked between his.

In my embarrassment I quickly sit up just as his hand travelled up my arm and shoulder, leaving goosebumps in his fingers' wake. He chuckles as he sits up and wraps his arms around my waist, "did I embarrass you just now?"

"N-no...I was just surprised is all. I'm not used to sleeping in a bed with someone...else." I lied. Has he not looked at himself properly? Anyone in their right mind would be embarrassed to find a half naked man as gorgeous as him laying next to them.

His knuckles traced the skin of my waist and up to the outer sides of my breasts, kneading them slowly causing me to breathe out loud and a heat to pool between my legs.

It's been this way ever since that first night we slept together two nights ago, Peter and me, and it's been nothing short of intoxicating.

His subtle touch started becoming more daring, slowly learning ways to tease me and make me let out surprised noises that were foreign even to me. The morning after was the same but unlike the first night I had sex with Peter, under the morning sun everything was intensified.

Seeing his shadow over me as he took me from behind slowly and then fast yet thorough, making sure I was comfortable and satisfied.

This morning seemed to be no different for Peter as his hands slowly made their way down my tank top and his fingers played with the elastic band of my shorts. "P-Peter...we should...get ready," I tried to protest but my body reacted instantly to his body. My panties instantly getting wet.

I bit my lip, leaning my head back on his chest allowing him to place thorough kisses on my neck. My hand reached up to his hair at the same time his hand dipped into my shorts, his fingers rubbing up from my enterance and up to my clit until I was breathless.

"Hmm? Do you really want me to stop?" He asked me so casually but I didn't have to turn around to be able to see the shit eating grin on his lips. Instead I felt it as he smiled into the crook of my neck.

Feeling a twinge of annoyance at how easily he could make me a speechless mess, I leaned away from his reach. Turning around it was my turn to see his perturbed expression as he frowns.

"No but it sure looks like you need some help with that," I licked my lips at the sight of his already hard member in his sweatpants.

I sauntered over to him like a cat and palmed him in my hand over his pants, making him hiss in satisfaction. Just as he threw his head back to enjoy the pleasure I wanted to give him, his cellphone rings.

"You should answer it," I whispered into his ear, not letting up on the obvious torture I was causing him, "It could be important."

Letting out an annoyed groan, his hand slams down on the nightstand to grab his phone. I rested against his chest while my hand stayed palming his member just as he answered the phone. My other hand caressing his hair with a strange affection I didn't know I was so willing to show him.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him for a second. Just like he couldn't keep his hands off me, I couldn't either.

It was easy.

Like breathing.

"Yes?" He snapped, his voice sounding completely composed though annoyed.

Peter seemed to be processing whatever was being said to him over the phone but his dick pulses against me.

Not being able to keep my curiosity at bay, my fingers dip into the waist band and wrapped around his member pumping him up and down at an extremely long, slow pace. His posture grew stiff, "Well...tell them we can't do that."

As much as he tried to not show that he was enjoying it, when my thumb ran over the head, his hips jerked towards me, "O-okay...uh huh. God," he breathed out the second I pumped him faster. Sucking at the sensitive part behind his ear simultaneously.

"Yeah, Emmett just do whatever needs to be done. I'll...call you later."

Without waiting another moment longer to hear if Emmett even said goodbye, Peter hangs up and chucks his phone somewhere in the room.

I didn't have time to look because he pushed me down, his grey eyes looking down at me like I was in trouble. I gave him a sheepish grin in return, feeling like a child who's done something wrong. But it felt so good.

"You are naughtier than I thought, Ms. Swan."

"That's what you get for teasing me, Mr. Cullen." I giggled against his lips as they crashed onto mine.

By the time we got out of bed it wasn't morning anymore and I had less than two hours to get ready and head off to work.

Jasper's coming back tonight and I could not be more nervous...and excited to see him again.

Why would I be nervous to begin with?

I slept with Peter.

It's obvious!

How could you be so stupid?

The reality of what we did hit me later than I imagined it would. My anxiety arising the moment I went to work and Peter went to deal with more paperwork in his office.

The second we were apart, I felt like I was crumbling away with my worries once again.

The guilt was eating at me after that first night so I decided to tell Peter about the kiss I shared with Jasper. I needed him to know I was confused with how I felt about all of this.

If this was something to begin with.

About the two of them as a whole and where I fit in. The question if I even held a place in their lives kept pestering me like a fly but I swatted it away with indignation. I couldn't think about that when I had so much shit going on with me.

Instead of being pissed off with me, Peter laughed. He laughed it off like I told him a joke!

Bella, we tell each other everything, of course I know. It's okay.

Those were his words and I could tell that he meant what he said though it was strange for me. This was too easy I kept thinking, like someone would come in with their cameras in their hands and surprise me. Yell out, surprise! You've been tricked. Silly, silly girl.

Slut...

"Hey! Can you take these drink over to the table for me? I really have to go to the bathroom!" Lauren blurted out loudly to get through the booming music, startling me out of my thoughts.

Before I could tell her I was busy with my own section, she handed me the tray of drinks and ran off. I looked down at the receipt on the tray and went to the table listed at the top, heading into a VIP section on the second floor. Instinctively, I looked across the dance floor, noticing I could get barely get a clear view of Peter and Jasper's office.

And as if I felt a gaze on me, there he was. Jasper was leaning against the window with a drink in his hand and his blue eyes looking straight at me.

It made me extremely nervous yet excited to see him again. Butterflies flying around in my stomach. He tilted his glass up casually as if to greet me, long time no see little one.

I could practically hear his southern drawl whispering in my ear and it made my stomach clench, something just waiting to be released. By him.

Sending a simple nod, I look around and find the table only to stop dead in my tracks the moment I saw a group of familiar faces sitting down at the round booth.

Oh my god...

My heart stopped, my hands nearly dropping the trays of drinks in my hands and my memories of that night crashing back into me like it only happened yesterday.

Hold her down!

The bitch bit me.

You like it rough, Bella? Huh?!

Please stop!

I told you to be good, Isabella. You need to be punished.

No!

I started backing away from them before they would notice me, keeping my eyes down and watching as they blurred my vision.

Setting the tray down at a random table and being thanked by a group of drunk women, I rush back down the stairs, pushing past the large crowd on the dance floor until I reach the bathroom past the bar.

I burst through the door, ignoring the three girls standing at the sinks applying thick layers of lipstick. They make a face at me in a way that told me I was embarrassing them before shuffling out in their high heels.

I stare up at my reflection, eyes red from the tears I didn't want to let escape and looking paler than I usually do. I struggled to compose myself, gripping the edge of the pale pink marbled sink as hard as I could.

The door creaked open and I expected to see another set of girls walking in but I couldn't have been more wrong. My heart stopped beating at the sight of James standing in the doorway.

"Isabella."

I stumbled backwards, my back hitting the black tiles on the wall as if I was shoved. I might as well have been.

"J-James..."

"Why do you look so scared? Aren't you happy to see me?" He laughs humorlessly as he looks around, kicking the bathroom stalls with his boot one by one. Once he confirmed it was just the two of us he turned around, "I hope you are. I've missed you so much, Isabella."

Fear didn't even come close to what I was feeling now. It was paralyzing, mind numbing like a drug I've seen Charlie inject himself with so many years ago. The next morning he would act like it never happened because to him it didn't.

Only I didn't have a drug to make me forget what was about to happen.

James walked over to the door and the click of the lock echoed in the empty bathroom.

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" His voice came out low, his smile gone and his eyes grow colder the closer he gets to me. There was something different about him I noticed.

His appearance looked off. Thinner, his face pale with thick dark circles under his almond shaped eyes. The way James looked now reminded me so much of Charlie in the last few months of his life when the drugs ate away at his very soul.

I felt sick to my stomach.

The second his fingers dragged across my cheek and over my face, I thought I would throw up on him but I resisted. I couldn't do anything except stand there. James' unusual soft touch turned hard as he gripped my whole face and pushed it into the wall, slowly increasing the pressure. I whimpered when he leaned in closer to me, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol invading my mouth and nose.

"You thought you could just fucking leave and I would forget about what you owe me? Huh?!" He screamed now. His other hand gripped my wrist, digging his nails into my skin.

"N-no..." I cursed at myself for sounding so afraid of him.

"No no, sorry's just not gonna cut it this time Isabella!" Screaming again, James digs his fingers through my hair, dragging me by the roots. I gasped in pain, feeling strands of my hair being yanked out from my scalp.

My hands fly up to his wrists only to get shoved away and jerked up to stand against the sinks. Slamming my forehead down against the mirror I cry out in pain for a split second, the sound of glass cracking underneath my skin.

My body begins to tremble from the shock the pain caused me and I feel a warm liquid running down my face.

James sneers in my ear, pulling me up when my legs buckled and holding my face to the mirror again. His finger digging into my cheeks, I pant in horror as I see the mess in front of me, barely being able to keep my eyes open.

My mouth gapes from the pressure James applies, the gash on my forehead was bleeding and a small line of blood goes down between his fingers. James rubs his cheek roughly against mine, his beard burning my skin.

"Do you have any idea how horrible this makes me feel? How it hurts me to have to do this?" The sad words that spilled out in his pained tone don't match the look of amusement in his narrow eyes that glared at me through the mirror.

I don't speak or say anything, I can't even cry. All I do is close my eyes and wait for him to get it over with.

I thought he'd started unzipping his pants behind me until I heard a loud banging coming from the door. I barely managed to look over but it takes one more loud bang before the door gets kicked in harshly. James stops whatever he was about to do although doesn't let go of my face, turning his attention over to look at whoever interrupted his torture on me.

"Get the fuck off of her before I blow your brains all over the wall, you motherfucker."

A cold yet familiar voice speaks. Tears start flowing the moment I recognized and saw who was standing by the door and who was behind him.

"Jasper...Peter..." I practically asked more than said but they don't hear me, instead Jasper is ripping James' hands off of me in an instant. Before I fall down a pair of strong arms wrap around me, holding the back of my head closely in the crook of his neck. My hands clutch his perfectly clean blue shirt, my blood seeping into his chest and neck.

I wanted to tell him I was going to get his shirt dirty because I was this dirty, mess of a thing that James made me out to be.

"It's okay, Bella. We're here. Emmett get in here before he kills this piece of shit." My ears struggle to focus on anything other than Peter's soothing voice until I process what his words meant.

Kill who?

Fearing Jasper is being overpowered by James I turn my gaze when Peter starts leading me out of the bathroom. Looking over my shoulder I see Jasper towering over James' limp body, his face bleeding more than mine with one eye slammed shut as if he had been punched.

But he was being punched by Jasper. In the most frightening way, wild and fast. I looked like the light in his eyes shut off completely. No more sky blue eyes. They looked red under the color of the red flourescent lights.

Was he doing that to James for me?

Emmett was in the hallway with three of the men I had seen upstairs all slumped against the wall, each one sporting their own set of beatings. Rosalie's burly fiancé that is usually so happy to see me gives me a pained glance before it turns cold instantly and he slams the door to the bathroom behind him.

At one point Peter stops and sweeps me up, noticing my legs were shaking. Carrying me to Rosalie's office and settling me down on her perfectly white fainting couch.

"Oh my god, Bella what happened?!" I hear Rosalie yell. She sounds terrified but my eyes can't stay open to see her beautiful face.

"Rose, call dad and tell him to get over here as soon as possible. Tell the employees that we're closing early and get all these fucking people out of here." Peter says in a severe tone I wasn't used to hearing.

His hands hold my face as they gently push me down to rest my head against a pillow and I managed to look up at his grey eyes that I loved so much.

"Peter."

"I'll be right back, baby. I'm going to deal with the mess downstairs and I'll be back to get you. You'll be safe here with Rosalie." I think I felt him or Rosalie placing a rag of some sort on my forehead but I can't hear or feel anything.

Those were the last words I heard before I closed my eyes and let the darkness settle on me.

A/N :

Don't hate me for the cliffhanger.

Poor Bella can't escape her past that she still keeps in mystery from our boys. But don't worry in due time when she's ready, she'll tell them.

And as many of you have asked me, Bella is not picking anyone over anyone lol. This is a JasperxBellaxPeter story and I'm going to keep it that way :)

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