Toxic Rose
Chapter Five: Aftermath of the Party
A/N: So this is the chapter were shit officially starts to go down.
Bella woke up with the worst headache she could ever remember having. She rolled over in bed, her eyes trying to jump out of her sockets at the harsh light of the sun that streamed in through the window. Her first thought was, oh shit, this isn't my room followed by what happened last night? She didn't remember any of it.
Trying to get her bearing she slowly picked herself up from where she had been lying on Alice's carpet. Gingerly holding onto her stomach, as it pounded along with her head in rhythm to some beat she couldn't hear, she made her way to Alice's bathroom where she washed out the bad taste left over from last night. Ugh, she felt so gross. Her mouth tasted like dirt and her skin was sticky.
Looking in the mirror she saw her face and hair was a mess. Mascara streamed down her cheeks, lipstick smudged all over her mouth. Her dark brown hair was tangled in knots that made a girl's scout knot look easy. It would take forever to brush her hair and untangle it. With a sigh she took some of Alice's makeup wipes and tried her best to get rid of the nightmare on her face before she gathered up her hair and made it into a bun. Feeling slightly more refreshed she decided to find Alice. She had never intended to stay over the whole night. She needed to tell Alice she was going, maybe get a couple of pain pills and then go home to her dad. Oh, shit, her dad. Was he going to be furious with her for not coming home? What if he sent out a police force to find her? She'd die of embarrassment. She had to leave now. But where was her phone? And her clothes?
She tried to remember where it was she had left her regular clothes. She had to change out of her costume. She couldn't go home looking like a slutty cop. Her dad would have a heart attack if he hadn't already got one from her not coming home last night. Groggily grasping for her costume zipper behind her back as she exited the bathroom, she scrambled for a few minutes before she realized she couldn't feel any zipper or any material for that matter. Stilling her hands movements she looked down at herself and realized she was buck naked. Swallowing a scream and her rising panic, a thousand scenarios flew into her head. Oh god, what if something terrible had happened to her. Had she been with a guy, or had something been done to her...she suddenly felt very sick to the stomach and had to sit down with her head between her legs for a couple of minutes until her breathing returned. Now was not the time to freak out. She needed to find her stuff and get home. But the question remained:
What had happened last night? She needed to know.
She wrapped one of Alice's towels around herself after looking over Alice's room and realizing her clothes were not there. Where could they have gone? She had left them here last night. Had someone come in and moved them?
She crept down the stairs to the first floor. First she'd get some medicine to help with this headache. Every time she moved her eyes too quickly she felt her brain rattling inside her skull. Holding one hand to the wall to steady herself and the other on the railing, she got down to the first floor and saw that it was a mess. Paper streamers had been ripped and were on the floor, adding to the layer of litter consisting of plastic cups, puddles of mysterious stuff, clothes, money, food and there were even some slumbering people still here, sleeping off their hangovers. What time even was it? Looking at the lopsided clock on the wall she noticed it was three in the afternoon. She had really slept in.
She picked her way carefully along the litter and made her way to the kitchen where she knew Alice kept medicine. Swallowing down a couple of aspirins she then decided to go look around for Alice. If Alice wasn't in her own room, then where could she be? Bella paced the whole first floor, checking out the slumbering figures but none of the sleeping people were even anyone she recognized. Oh no, wait Mike was still here. She gave a quick kick to the butt with her bare foot causing him to jerk up in his sleep. He let out a muffled groan.
"Do it again," he muttered and Bella felt a streak of disgust for him. Even in his sleep he was a total slime. Her search of the first floor proving fruitless, she ventured to the back yard. Outside it was a complete mess, tables overturned, the pool filled with empty floating cups. The beautiful backyard was ruined and Bella winced in the strong sunlight. She wondered how Alice would ever get it cleaned up in time before her parents came back from their weekend retreat. But then Bella remembered Alice had the money to make others clean up for her. Giving another quick glance she headed back inside, her headache already fading a bit.
She went back up to the second floor to where Alice's room was when she spotted Rosalie moving down the hallway towards her. The older girl was still wearing her costume from last night, although her choker and makeup were gone. Bella cursed under her breath. She didn't want the blonde seeing her in this abysmal state. Turning on her heel to go back down the stairs she stopped when the blonde called her name.
"Bella, where do you think you're going, walking around naked like that and wrapped in Alice's towel."
Bella stopped in her tracks not sure what to say. She turned around slowly to see if Rosalie wanted an answer, but her quirked brow said she did. "I'm looking for my clothes. Have you seen them?" Bella asked tentatively. Maybe Rosalie wouldn't want to bother her today? The blonde didn't look at all haggard from last night and when she clumsily approached, Bella realized the reason why. She was still drunk.
"Give me that," she growled ripping the towel off of Bella's shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Bella felt cold without it although her face turned bright red in embarrassment as she hastily made to cover her private and her chest. Rosalie gave her a long look and stepped closer to Bella, until the front of her red dress was brushing against Bella's hands that were plastered to her assets.
"You stink," she said, her breath sweet like wine. "Take a shower, pig." Then she grabbed Bella roughly by the shoulder and dragged her to a room she had never been in before. The room was a mix of red and black, posters of cars lining the wall and a huge stereo on one side of the wall. Other than a few dressers, a bed and a mirror it was sparsely decorated. This must be Rosalie's room, Bella thought before she was shoved unceremoniously into the private bathroom.
"Take a shower," Rosalie repeated and closed the door on Bella's face leaving her in the dark bathroom. Bella stood there, uncertain what to do as she shifted from one foot to the other. Should she leave? She didn't have any clothes to wear, still.
"I don't hear running water, take the damn shower!" Rosalie's angry cry was heard on the other side of the door. Bella jumped and decided to just comply with Rosalie's wishes. She didn't want to anger her anymore and there was no telling what she would do while still intoxicated. Just like when she had bit Bella's neck. With a gasp Bella clasped a hand on her neck. That's right, Rosalie had bit her last night, but why? As sporadic memories popped up in her mind, she flicked on the lights in the room. The bathroom was tiled in brown and black and looked as sparse as Rosalie's room. It looked like she wasn't big on decoration, although everything was clean. Bella turned on the water and glanced at the beauty products. Could she use one of Rosalie's body washes? Would the girl mind?
Immediately her mind went to an image of Rosalie washing herself in the shower, her long hair plastered to her skin and her long body covered in a fine sheen of water... Bella shook her head to dispel those dirty thoughts. Focus, Swan. Get in, and get out. She finally picked out a pink bottle and poured some of the liquid in her hands. It was slippery and smelled nice, yet again reminding her that this was Rosalie's bathroom and forcing her to give her head a good shake to stop that particular train of thoughts. She went to scrubbing her skin with the rose scented wash; the water felt really good on her skin making her realize how much she had needed a shower until now. She felt the layers of sweat and tension melt away.
She was so absorbed in the shower that she didn't hear the bathroom door creak open. The curtain was ripped violently aside and Bella startled, took a step back, slipping on the smooth tile and fell onto her back. She gazed up from the floor at Rosalie's disapproving face. Rosalie had changed out of her red dress and was now wearing a sports bra and gym leggings, an outfit that revealed her toned midriff. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail that curled around her neck gracefully.
"Rosalie..." Bella stammered, hastily curling up into a little ball to hide her less than impressive figure from the other girl. "C-c-could you close the curtain?" Bella felt hot embarrassment flush her face and she looked down at her now pruny toes.
There was a long silence, filled only by the pattering of the shower water, some of which landed on the floor outside of the tub. At last Rosalie spoke. "Looks like you need some help cleaning up." Bella looked up at the other girl, who was smiling and noted that she still had her fangs in from last night. What? Bella thought faintly. Had she heard right?
"N-n-no, I'm fine." Bella stammered out, trying to stand up. She had to leave the room. Rosalie had a dangerous look in her eyes which could only mean bad news. But Rosalie kneeled down next to her and pushed her against the back of the tub roughly. Using her left hand to pin Bella by the shoulder to the tub, she examined something on Bella's neck with her other hand. Bella tried to shrink even more in on herself, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She was so naked and exposed...and she knew Rosalie was going to use this against her. Where was Alice to save her now?
"The marks are still here, I got you good didn't I?" Rosalie pressed her thumb into the bite from last night and Bella hissed, the wound throbbing. Rosalie smirked, looking pleased at the pain she caused and opened her mouth wide, bringing her head close enough to Bella's face that the brunette could see every individual eyelash. "But it looks like it's starting to fade. I'll need to redo it." She lowered her head and bit down in the same spot she had the night before. Bella let out a squeak as stinging pain caused her eyes to water. She reflexively hit Rosalie on the shoulder with one hand, but the blonde didn't notice. She just pulled back at her own pace, her fangs making a sucking sound as they pulled out of Bella's soft flesh, and licking her lips she admired her handiwork.
Bella held back a chocked sob as she felt her new wound throbbing with each elevated heart beat. Rosalie cocked her head to one side, pleased by her work and Bella could feel blood already trickling down her neck and onto her breasts before it pooled around her toes. But Rosalie did not give Bella any peace after this. She grabbed a towel from a pile near the tub and removing her hand from Bella's shoulder warned, "don't move," before pouring some flower scented wash onto it. Bella could feel her hands shaking uncontrollably.
What was going on here? She watched as the Cullen girl worked the soap into a lather on the towel and placed it on Bella's new wound. Bella let out a half scream as it burned her open wound. She tried to pry the towel off but Rosalie just slapped her hands away.
"You have a wound, we need to clean it." She stated and kept the towel pressed there, the material slowly turning pink from the blood. Bella ground her teeth as she tried to cope with the pain, her toes wriggling around. Why was Rosalie doing this? Once the blonde was satisfied she removed the towel from that spot and using the other side started washing Bella's face. She cupped her cheek in one hand to hold her face steady and than began roughly toweling the brunette's face, where soap got into her mouth and stung her eyes. Then she moved down to her shoulders, wiping up more traces of blood from the wound she had made.
"You've gotten blood all over my nice new towels. Looks like you'll have to make it up to me," she snickered and Bella wanted to point out that there would have been no blood had the girl not bit her. She didn't dare say anything though, Rosalie's blood covered fangs flashing in the bright lights of the bathroom, and some of which had dribbled down onto her lips and gave her a crazed look. She washed Bella's arms which were still crossed over her chest.
"You'll need to move your arms so I can wash you properly," Rosalie stated, pausing in her movements. "Move them," she repeated.
"R-Rosalie, quit it. Stop please." Bella finally found her voice, although she was close to tears and the plea was weak. She didn't want Rosalie to do this to her anymore. She looked past the girl at the door behind her. Could she somehow give the girl the slip? But she would have to physically push the girl and Bella was scared to do so in case the other retaliated violently. Maybe her words would be enough? "This isn't like you," Bella added hopefully.
The blonde narrowed her gaze. "You don't know me, you don't have the right to tell me how I act. Now move your arms or I'll bite you again." She bared her stained fangs and Bella gulped, her injury still burning. She was so scared, why was she so scared? She needed to move, to run out this room and find Alice. However, her body had different plans and reluctantly she moved her arms a little from her chest.
"More."
Bella slid them away even more, until the tops of her breasts where visible.
"I said all the way. What about that don't you understand?"
With an undignified whimper, Bella let her hands fall to her sides. Rosalie smiled as Bella's face reddened and the younger girl focused her gaze on the Cullen's left arm which was getting wet from the shower. "Now let's wash all the ugly away. Don't worry, I'll make sure no one will ever be hurt by your looks again."
Bella felt tears gather in her eyes. Why was the other girl so cruel? Had Bella done something last night to piss her off? If she did, she couldn't remember why or how. The blonde moved the towel across Bella's chest almost gently now, like a mother wiping a baby, ghosting over her nips from time to time and making Bella shiver. Damn it, despite the fright this felt kind of good and Bella hated herself for it. She should be focusing on getting away from her, not revealing in the way Rosalie's bare knuckles occasionally brushed against the underside of her boobs.
Chancing a glance at the other girl's face, Bella noticed there was a soft expression on it, a sense of contentment in her eyes. Bella was so blown away by the unexpected expression that she almost forgot she was supposed to be scared of her. She had never seen Rosalie without a scowl or some disgusted look on her face. Bella would've contemplated more on this when she noticed the towel was getting lower and lower down.
"Um, R-R-Rosalie, what are you d-doing?" Bella felt her heart beat increase as the blonde's face took on a hardened expression once more.
"I'm washing you."
"No, stop. I'm clean enough now." Bella raised her hands to stop the towel but Rosalie pushed them aside.
"Stay still. You can't forget to wash the most important place of all." The towel was now making circles down Bella's stomach. With a feeling of dread Bella knew what this important place was, and she was pretty sure she did not want Rosalie touching it. "R-Rosalie, please. You're drunk. Don't do it." But Bella's voice sounded weak to her ears. She tried to move and get up but was met with resistance.
"Stop squirming," Rosalie hissed, the cloth moving further and further down. Oh no, please don't! Bella panicked, her panic rising into her chest and before she knew it she had screamed out loud. This paused the blonde in her work and she looked wide eyed at Bella before covering her mouth and nose with the towel and keeping it there until Bella couldn't breathe. But Bella didn't dare try to reach it to pull it off.
"If you scream again I will do more than bite you," Rosalie threatened. "Are we clear?" Bella stared back at Rosalie with eyes full of fear before she nodded her head yes.
"Good." Rosalie huffed pulling the towel back. Bella took in a long shuddering breath and clutched her hands together. Why was this happening? What had brought this on?
Rosalie gave herself a glance over, realizing that in her attempt to silence Bella she had gone halfway under the spray of the water and was now wet. Instead of getting angry about it, she just smiled, getting an excellent idea. She clambered fully into the bathtub now, much to Bella's shock and placed her back against the water, the spray soaking her completely now.
Tossing the towel aside she pulled the brunette's legs towards her, before straddling her bare lap.
"R-Rosalie?" Bella whimpered.
"Now because of you I got all wet, so you're going to help dry me off." The blonde cupped Bella's chin with her left hand, and smiled down evilly into her eyes. "And you're not using the towel." Bella made a choked noise but no words of protest could come out anymore. Rosalie had straddled her legs and was sitting in only her leggings and sports bra on top of her, her chest pressing against Bella's own. The younger girl was drawing in quick, shallow breaths. She felt like she was suffocating, the blonde being much too close to her and her skin much too nice to the touch. The water was still streaming and it had matted down the blondes hair now, giving her a feverish look that matched her glazed eyes and the slight blush on her face.
"Start licking." And then she grabbed the back of Bella's head and pushed it into her chest. Rosalie's skin was so hot despite the cold water and Bella could hear the older girls erratic heart beat that didn't match her calm exterior. Bella was frozen in surprise. Rosalie wanted her to lick her chest? Bella felt a mixture of excitement and panic fill her head.
"Did you not hear me, I said start licking," Rosalie dug her nails into the back of Bella's scalp and Bella winced in pain. But she opened her mouth and gave a shaky lick, her mouth feeling very dry. Rosalie's skin was smooth against her tongue and it tasted faintly of rose. Bella ventured a second lick and then another, slowly building a steady rhythm as she licked Rosalie's collarbone, neck and the top of her boobs. Rosalie's right hand dropped away from the back of Bella's head and gently trailed down her back. The blonde let out a contented sigh, pressing her hips harder into Bella's lap. Bella stopped at this gesture, unsure of what to do next. Why was Rosalie's body so hot? Was it because of the alcohol? It was like liquid heat and it was passing onto Bella, sweat forming on her forehead despite the cold shower water, and the even colder tiles pressing against her back.
"I didn't say to stop licking. There's still water there," Rosalie said, her voice lower in pitch. Bella wanted to point out there would always be water as they were in a shower but she didn't say anything, instead watching in wordless shock as Rosalie started to pull off her sports bra. "And there's water here too." She flung the top off, throwing it somewhere outside the tub. Bella let out a startled gasp, as Rosalie's perfect breasts bounced free, and tried to pull back but Rosalie grabbed her by the back of her head again.
"Don't even think about not finishing your job," she directed Bella's head down and Bella gulped, her mouth suddenly Sahara desert dry. Excitement flowed through her body and she tried to resist being pushed closer to Rosalie but the blonde was stronger. Bella watched in horror as her face got closer and closer until at last her mouth was pressed against the Cullen's nip.
"Start licking," she instructed and held Bella's head in a painful grip until the brunette complied with the orders. Rosalie pressed herself tighter against Bella as she continued with her ministrations, until the younger girl had difficulty breathing. Rosalie settled her head on top of Bella's, stray strands of her hair tickling the back of Bella's neck. Her breaths were coming out more ragged now and her hands traced the back of Bella's shoulders. Bella felt currents of enjoyment pass through her body at each of Rosalie's breaths. Damn it, why was Rosalie acting this way, didn't she know that Bella was-
"Fuck," Rosalie breathed out softly and Bella realized she had accidentally grazed Rosalie's nipple with her canine. She had unconsciously switched from licking to light kisses. "Fuck," Rosalie repeated and pressed down hard with her hips causing Bella's chest to fill with want. No, bad Bella, she scolded herself. Now was not the time to be feeling this way.
"Bella?"
A loud cry filled the air and Rosalie froze when she heard it.
"Bella? Bella where are you?"
Bella felt her heart leap for joy. Alice had awoken and was now looking for her. "Shit," Rosalie breathed, not as happy as Bella by Alice's shouting. She jumped out of the tub, leaving Bella feeling cold without her heat, and grabbed her top and put it back on. She gave Bella one of her most menacing stares yet. "If you tell her about this, you're dead." Bella didn't doubt her words, and swallowed hard, the look on her face enough for Rosalie to know that Bella was not going to be snitching, at least not anytime soon. Then she left, just as Alice called out for Bella one more time.
"Hey, Rosalie," Alice greeted to which Rosalie grunted. "Have you seen Bella?"
"Yea, she snuck into my shower. I just came back from exercising and who do I see but that bitch in my shower."
Bella winced at being called a bitch, but figured it could have been much worse. She turned off the water with shaky hands and grabbed the ruined towel from before. She had to dry off.
"Huh, really? Working out? You don't smell sweaty to me. Just drunk."
"Shut the fuck up." Rosalie growled. Finishing quickly Bella wrapped herself with the wet and bloody towel. She needed to leave this room and see Alice. Alice who was standing so close outside. Alice who was her friend.
"Just what exactly were you doing with Bella in the shower?" Bella grabbed for the handle of the door and swung it open the cold air chilling her still damp skin. "Especially now that you know she's gay."
Bella stopped, her greeting towards Alice frozen on the tip of her tongue as she felt her heart drop from her chest. She stared at the two girls, her face a mask of horror.
Alice noticed her first, and waved cheerfully at her. "Good morning, Bella." Rosalie turned to see that Bella had appeared and sniffing distastefully, left the room.
But Bella was in too much in shock to process what was happening in the room right now. She felt like all the wind had been knocked from her lungs and that her legs were too feeble to hold her up. She let herself slide against the door frame of the bathroom, the room spinning in different colors. "What...did you...say." she breathed out as she sat with a thump on the floor. "About...me?"
Alice looked stunned for a moment. "About you? Oh you mean the gay part?"
Bella promptly fainted.