Toxic Rose
Chapter Eleven: Into the Woods Where the Wolves Hunt
Bella stared at the early dawn rays of light that peeked in through her window. She hadn't been able to sleep at all after the email she had received, her mind going a thousand miles a minute as she debated which choice to make. She hadn't responded to the email, uncertain what to do. It looked like Rosalie's real father was looking for her, and trying to get into contact with her, but why now? Why after all these years of neglect? Was he feeling guilty about abandoning her and was now trying to make it up to her? He did say he could give Bella information about the case...Bella bit her lip. She was so curious about it. She wanted to know what exactly had happened to the blonde.
Bella got up from her bed which was now a tangle of blankets, and turned on her computer. She had just sat down, fingers in position over the keys with the intent to write to the man, when the sounds of a loud motor rumbled nearer. It got closer and closer until Bella couldn't ignore it anymore. She got up from her desk and peered out her window, eyes opening wide in surprise. Someone was pulling up into Bella's driveway on a red and black motorcycle. Who is that? Did they make a wrong turn or something? But the driver turned off the motor, parking it and taking off the red helmet that clad their head. Blonde curls came free, followed by the perfect features of Rosalie.
In the sudden silence of the motor being cut off, the blonde looked up and smiled sardonically at the brunette. "Rapunzel let down your hair," to which Bella blushed. Holy crap, she was not ready to face the blonde, especially not so soon when her thoughts still replayed their last kiss over and over again.
"I guess humor doesn't work on you this early, huh?" Rosalie's smiled disappeared when Bella still hadn't responded. Bella shook her head at this, not knowing what to say. She wanted to dive back into her room and hide under her covers from embarrassment but she also wanted to stare down at the gorgeous blonde, take in how nice she looked in that leather riding jacket. And oh, how nice she did look.
"Well, are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to come down here? You look like shit by the way," Rosalie added and Bella winced. She knew she looked like shit, her face and hair a mess after her sleepless night, but hearing it come from someone as pretty as Rosalie made it hurt. Bad.
Without another word she pulled her head back into her room and slammed the window closed trying to force away the tears that threatened to come out of her eyes. How could Rosalie be so nice and then cruel all of a sudden? It was as if she wasn't really trying, as if being mean came naturally to her.
She wanted to stay in her room for certain now, feeling ugly on top of her earlier embarrassment, but the fear of what Rosalie might do if she didn't leave the house all outweighed that so Bella got ready as best she could.
She trudged down the stairs ten minutes later, putting on her brown coat before opening the door. A chill wind ruffled her hair and she was reminded that soon winter would be upon them. She was surprised it hadn't snowed already.
"God, could you not take any longer?" Rosalie asked in an annoyed huff, getting off the red bike. She approached the brunette who tried not to flinch back from the nearing figure. The blonde raised her hand and Bella remembered that had been the hand that hit her before but it wasn't clenched into a fist this time. She cupped Bella's cheek with it, her hands surprisingly warm. "Looks like someone didn't get any sleep because of our kiss last night," she purred bringing her face closer, close enough to rub her nose along Bella's jawline. Bella's breath hitched in her throat and her body refused to move, all her attention focused on the feel of Rosalie on her. All thoughts had fled her mind except for the one that demanded she lessen the distance between the two of them.
"If a kiss does that to you, then I wonder what sex will," Rosalie said, her voice deep and sultry as she brought her mouth tantalizingly close to Bella's ear. Bella let out a whimper, her knees feeling weak as thoughts, thoughts that she had tried to keep out of her and the blonde in compromising positions assaulted her brain viciously, leaving her breathless.
Rosalie chuckled, her deep laugh vibrating through Bella's body, making her gasp and she realized how on edge she was ever since last night. She reached out and grabbed onto the back of the blonde's neck, feeling it stiffen underneath her touch but the blonde didn't hiss out to stop touching her this time, so Bella took it as an invitation to continue. She angled the blonde's face to her, inhaling the girl's flowery scent and eyes lidding at how delicious it smelled. She bit her lip in a last bid attempt to stop herself from kissing the blonde. She knew she shouldn't, knew the older girl was a toxin to her system. But if she didn't kiss her now, she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it for who knows how long and that was a poison as bad to her mind and body as indulging in Rosalie was.
Bella let her face draw closer to Rosalie who wasn't moving away, just waiting patiently for Bella to make a move. It's not too late to back out, Bella's reason tried to tell her. If you kiss her now then what will you tell Alice? The other times she forced herself on you, you were the victim but now your making it seem as if you really like it. You're not making any sense!
Shut up! Bella hissed at herself and then closed the distance between her lips and Rosalie's. The kiss was as exhilarating as last night and Bella couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. She dug her hands into Rosalie's hair to pull her closer to her, pressing her body against the blonde's. The blonde stumbled under the way that Bella pushed on her and gripping the brunette's elbows she steered the younger girl towards the bike, walking backwards to it, not breaking apart from the kiss. Rosalie sat down on the bike, Bella now standing above her. Rosalie's hands circled around to grasp onto Bella's thighs and the other girl got the message. Pulling away from the blonde's lips momentarily she straddled the blonde, whose hands came up to her back to support her.
"Someone's eager this morning," Rosalie chuckled, looking up at Bella's flushed face, her hands drawing patterns on the back of the girl's brown jacket.
But Bella wasn't in the mood for Rosalie to be talking now. All she wanted for that mouth to do now was be on her own. "Stop talking," she hissed and grabbed the blonde's face in her hands before kissing her roughly. If Rosalie was surprised by the brunette's words she didn't react, instead letting herself be kissed.
Bella closed her eyes, could feel the outside world melting away as she lost herself in the sensations of kissing the blonde. It just felt so right even though it was all kinds of wrong. You hate her, you hate her, the rational part of her brain told her but the rest of her brain and body told her you like this, you like this so much.
And she needed more. She wanted Rosalie's tongue in her mouth or her's in Rosalie's. She didn't care as long as something was somewhere. Bella swiped her tongue over Rosalie's lips, making sure to let the blonde know with body language, because she wasn't sure she could formulate the words to say it right now.
"Fuck," the blonde shivered as Bella's tongue stroked across her lips. Bella opened her eyes a little bit to take in the sight of the blonde in front of her. The blonde's lips had parted just like Bella wanted, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes hooded. Bella wanted to make the blonde curse and gasp more like she had last night. So she plunged her tongue into Rosalie's mouth, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde whose hands trailed down to Bella's hips and pulled her closer. The brunette rocked into the motion making Rosalie groan and making a bolt of excitement shoot through Bella's insides. She felt so hot all over, her heart beating erratically, her head spinning. She was certain Rosalie could feel how hot she was, especially in her crouch. It felt like she was melting down there, like all her essence, all of who she was, was pooling between her thighs. That the rest of her body didn't matter, just that one spot.
Bella's hands had a mind of their own as they trailed down the blonde's front and pulled at her jacket zipper, unzipping it. Her hands curled around the top of the blonde's v-neck, trying to convey a message to the blonde that she needed more, needed to be touched. She pulled free of Rosalie's lips, sucking in a deep breath and then lowered her head to Rosalie's collarbone and bit down hard.
"Bella!" Rosalie cried out, her body jerking in surprise at the brunette's sudden move. Her elbow swung back, hitting the button for the motor's horn. A loud honk ripped through the silence, startling Bella so bad that she fell off Rosalie's lap and onto her butt on the gravel of her driveway. Rosalie looked as shocked as Bella did and gazed down at the girl before her eyes traveled to the house. Charlie was standing on the doorstep in his ratty bathrobe, hair mussy from sleep and mug of coffee in his hand.
"What's going on here?" he grumbled, taking in the sight of Bella on the floor and Rosalie on the bike. "Rosalie Cullen what are you doing at my house? I hope you're not causing trouble." Charlie tightened his grip on his cup, mouth disapproving under his mustache as he looked at where Bella was on the floor. Bella quickly got up from where she had fallen and brushed invisible dust from her coat front. She could feel that her face was still red from arousal.
"It's nothing dad, I'm fine, really. I just...I just-you know-pressed the horn and startled myself." She stammered trying to cover up. Had her father seen anything that the two of them had done? Please no, she prayed. She wouldn't be able to live down the embarrassment.
"No, chief, I'm not causing trouble," Rosalie drawled, able to look composed after all that had happened. She leaned across the handlebars of her motor, chin in hand in a thoughtful expression although her smile was sly. "Why I never would, especially not to Bella. She's my friend."
Charlie coughed, not convinced. "Well, I still appreciate it if you'd stay away from Bella. She's a good kid and doesn't need any issues in her life. Now Bella if you'd come inside..." Charlie trailed off uncomfortably, watching Rosalie out of the corner of his eyes. Bella nodded her head, afraid to look at the blonde on her right and walked up the stairs to join her father. "And good day to you, Rosalie. Stay on the right side of the law this time."
"No problem chief," she said, still in her fake cheery voice. Then with a loud rev she started up the engine. Bella chanced a glance to see the blonde's head disappear under her red helmet before she kicked away the kickstand. Backing up the motor carefully she edged onto the road. With a wave of her hand in goodbye she rumbled off, the motorcycle roaring terribly loudly, like some angry beast. Once the sound of the vehicle faded away Bella turned to Charlie who was sipping on his coffee, eyes pensive.
"Bella, we need to talk," he indicated with his mug for her to enter the house and she did, him entering last and shutting the door. She felt apprehensive as she took off her coat and laid it on the couch of their living room. Was she going to get into big trouble over this? She really hoped he hadn't seen her and Rosalie kissing...
"Bella, I don't know how you know Rosalie but I want you to stay away from her," Charlie got straight to the point as he settled at the kitchen table. Bella sat in front of him, nails digging into the palms of her clenched hands. "She's nothing but bad news."
"How come?" Bella asked, her voice quiet. Did her dad maybe know something about the case? He was the chief of police after all.
"She's a troubled one." Charlie struggled for the right words and Bella felt like he had wanted to say crazy or insane instead, but wasn't trying to freak Bella out. "She was in a couple of fights in your high school a few months back, and I don't want her to drag you into that. You're a good girl Bella. Don't keep bad company."
Bella winced at this. It was a bit too late for that now. She was already too deeply involved with the blonde. If Rosalie was a fisherman then Bella was the fish she had caught, hanging from the hook, waiting for the fisherman to make the choice to either let her go if she was too small or decide to keep her and subject her to the horrors of a fish tank or of being dinner. And with each day it was looking like less and less she had the option of being thrown free, and that the prison of a tank or the promise of being eaten was coming closer. I wouldn't mind getting eaten, the dirty thought ran through her head and she gulped hard, trying to focus on the present conversation.
"I'm not. Don't worry." Bella didn't know what to say to reassure her father. At least it seemed he hadn't seen them in their compromising situation. If he had who knows what their conversation would be like now.
"She called you her friend Bella," Charlie pointed his mug accusingly at his daughter and Bella squirmed in her seat, fiddling with the hands on her lap.
"She-she was just joking," Bella choked out, feeling sweat roll down her neck. "We're working on a school project together is all, and she dropped by to talk to me about it." Bella pressed her lips together and hoped that her father believed her and wouldn't ask any more questions.
Charlie took a contemplative sip of his coffee, staring at Bella from the top of it. "If that's all it is, then fine. But don't meet with her or associate with her anymore than you have to." He stood up and patted his daughter on her head. "I'm gonna go do a grocery run. Do you need anything?"
Bella shook her head, the conversation taking all the energy out of her. The lack of sleep from the night caught up to her and she let out a huge yawn.
"Someone's tired," Charlie commented good naturally.
"I couldn't sleep. Too much homework on my mind." Bella lied.
"Okay. And about Rosalie-if she ever gives you any trouble let me know, okay?"
Charlie looked so serious at this she wondered what her father would do if he found out what Rosalie had done to her so far. Would he get the shotgun from off the wall? Would he arrest her, detain her? Bella didn't want any of those things to happen to the blonde.
"I will. Thanks," Bella said and meant it. If only her father had been there for the bullying in Phoenix. He would have been able to put a stop to it, sparing her from being picked on.
"Take it easy today, alright? I'll do some cooking for you, you just focus on your work." He took the last gulp of his coffee and then went upstairs to get changed. Bella meanwhile decided it was time for a nap.
Sunday arrived and with it Charlie decided to go on a fishing trip with some of his friends. Bella spent the morning going over homework, the radio turned onto a joyful tune. She tried to get the thoughts of what had happened yesterday out of her head but was finding it infuriatingly hard to do so. Damn Rosalie and her sexiness, Bella mussed internally. Why must she be so infuriatingly complex and hard to understand? And there was still the issue of the mysterious emailer who claimed to be her dad. Bella still hadn't written back to him. She was afraid to now, afraid of finding out what Rosalie had really done. She had wanted to hate the blonde but now realized it was hard to do, no matter all the warnings people gave her, no matter what her own mind was telling her. If having a crush was anything like this, then Bella never wanted to have one ever again. It was like being blind, only seeing the things you wanted to see in the person and ignoring all their faults.
Bella chewed on the end of her pencil angrily. Ever since the Cullen's had shown up in her life, things had gotten noticeable more convoluted. Her anger was interrupted by the roar of a motorcycle. That could mean it was only one person. Bella felt her chest swell with joy the same time her stomach filled with dread. She jumped up from the chair giving herself a quick glance in the mirror to make sure she didn't look like a troll although the blonde would say she looked like shit even if Bella wore the most expensive clothes in the world.
Bella made it to the door before Rosalie could knock on, the blonde stopping in mid-motion. Her helmet was off, held under her arm and leather jacket unzipped enough to give Bella a peek of a red bite mark on her collarbone. Bella felt instantly embarrassed and gratified that she had been the one to leave that. You're not the only one that can leave marks, Bella thought smugly.
"I'm guessing your father's not home, as he hasn't come out yet to yell at me," Rosalie said, smiling down at Bella. Bella felt her heart skip a beat. The smile wasn't a real one, it didn't reach the blonde's eyes but it reminded Bella that the blonde had beautiful lips that were perfect for kissing.
"What do you want Rosalie?" she asked, trying to hide the painful blush spreading across her cheeks and chest.
"I came to talk to you yesterday, but someone was more interested in shoving their tongue down my throat than hearing what I had to say." The blonde placed a hand on the door frame next to Bella's head, a smug grin on her face.
Bella blushed some more, not even being able to deny it. "Well are you going to come along or just stand there doing your best impersonation of a tomato?" Rosalie asked and Bella shook her head, even more embarrassed that the other girl was pointing out her blush. "Aren't we going to talk in the house?"
"No, I wanted to take you somewhere more interesting. Somewhere where angry dads wont try to bite my head off."
"I have to get my coat," Bella stammered and left Rosalie standing in the doorway as she went to fetch her things.
When she came back Rosalie was already sitting on her bike. "Wait, how are we going to get there if you don't have your car?" Bella asked dumbly. She knew the answer but hoped it wouldn't be so.
"We're taking my bike there. Now stop being a little bitch and get on," Rosalie growled, revving the engine. Bella flinched at being called a bitch. She wasn't one. She just didn't like motors-they were dangerous.
"Do we have to?" Bella asked, hating how whiny her voice sounded.
"Yes, just get on." Rosalie was beginning to sound impatient. "We have an important talk ahead of us. Hurry up before your father comes and stops us from having to talk about it again."
"But Rosalie-"
"Just get on!"
Bella nodded her head sadly, approaching the vehicle like a wild animal. "Where do I sit?" she asked.
"Behind me," Rosalie said in exasperation. "How stupid can you be."
"There's no seat belts." Bella pointed out, trying to stall for time.
"It's a bike," Rosalie was starting to explain but then thought better of it. "Just get on!"
Bella sat down slowly behind the blonde, the bike thrumming under her legs. "Put your hands around me unless you want to fall off."
Bella did, squeezing tightly. "What about my helmet?"
"You don't get one, so you better make sure you really don't fall off."
"That's against the law!"Bella cried out. She wanted to get off the bike but Rosalie was already moving it to the road. She had put her helmet on, but left the visor up so to talk to Bella.
"Then we better move fast so no one sees us," and with that Rosalie snapped her visor in place and hit the gas.
Bella's stomach jolted as they were catapulted forward, the wind rushing through her ears and into her face. She wanted to cry out in fear but clamped her mouth shut, unable to breath against the wind. She tightened her grip on Rosalie's waist pressing herself hard to the girl for fear of falling off. She didn't even want to look at the blurring surroundings. She buried her face into the back of Rosalie's jacket praying with all her might that nothing would happen, that Rosalie wouldn't decide to end both of their lives. Why had she even gotten on the bike with the dangerous blonde? The bike tilted under Bella as they took curves and turns at high speeds. Bella tried to think about anything, anything except what was happening now.
At last after an eternity the bike slowed down, coming to a rest in front of a forest. Rosalie cut the engine and the lack of loud noise made Bella feel momentarily deaf. "You can let go of me," Rosalie said, peeling off Bella's hands not too kindly. Bella took a shaky breath trying to compose herself and got to her feet only to stumble down into the dirt. Rosalie let out a contemptible snort as she watched Bella struggle to her feet but her legs were too wobbly and she only stumbled down again.
"Quit being a baby," Rosalie pulled off her helmet and tossed it to the back of her bike. "We're going on a hike."
"Through the woods?" Bella asked, finally getting her footing. Her jeans were dirty from the dirt she had fallen into and she hastily tried to wipe it away.
"No through the fucking mountains, of course through the forest," Rosalie snarled and Bella gulped. She did not want to be alone with an angry blonde. But before she had a chance to decide what to do Rosalie had grabbed her hand and was tugging her towards the woods. Bella blushed at the contact and turned her face the other way so that the other girl wouldn't notice.
They entered the forest, leaves and twigs rustling under their feet. "We have to talk about what happened Friday night," The blonde started, her voice soft. Bella felt panic and embarrassment fill her. She wasn't ready to talk about that yet, not ever. She was mortified by her own actions. "It's about the pact." Bella felt a sense of relief at that. So they wouldn't be going over the more intimate parts of the night. "You agreed to be mine, body and soul. Do you remember?"
Bella nodded her head mutely. She did...sort of. It was hard to focus on what they had been talking about that night when the blondes breasts were pressed up against her.
"Well what that means is that now you belong to me."
Bella swiveled her head in shock at the blonde. The trees around them had began to get closer to one another, the branches casting shadows over their faces as they ventured deeper. "What do you mean?"
"It means that your body, heart and mind are mine. All of your person is mine. You only serve me." Rosalie wasn't looking at Bella as she said this, a smug look on her face.
"I d-d-d-on't understand," Bella whispered, her throat feeling dry. Rosalie pulled them through a tight gap, her hold on Bella's hand tightening.
"It means, you can't fuck anybody else, you can't be in love with anyone else, you can't think of anyone else, and most of all you listen and obey everything that I order you to do." Rosalie turned to look at Bella at this, as the brunette had stopped in her tracks, her hand limp in the blonde's grip. Bella felt her heart rate quicken. Was Rosalie for real right now? This couldn't be happening.
"I-isn't that-I mean, like-I can't- it's too much," the words stumbled on Bella's tongue.
"It's a little too late for that, Bella. You were so desperate in that moment that you gave up your basic human rights for a chance to kiss me. And now your in this relationship with me and your going to do what I say." Rosalie brought her face close to Bella's terrified one, baring her teeth as she uttered these words.
"A relationship?" Bella's brain slowly started to process the information she had been given. "Rosalie, I don't think that's how relationships work. One person doesn't have all the power. You can't do that to me." Bella was equal parts terrified and overjoyed that Rosalie wanted to be in a relationship with her.
"Yes it is," the blonde hissed. "You agreed to it so it's too late to be a whiny bitch about this now."
"I didn't agree to anything! I was drunk! It's called being taken advantage of!" Bella screamed out, desperate to make the blonde realize this was not how a healthy relationship went.
"You fucked up then. You shouldn't have drank. You don't get a choice anymore. I already told you, you lost all your basic rights. And besides who said this was an equal relationship? I already told you that I own you."
Bella wanted to cry out at the injustice of it all. What was the blonde's fucken problem? "You can't do this to a person," Bella was near sobbing, her voice wavering and vision blurry. She was scared and she wanted to go home and not be stuck in the woods with Rosalie.
"Discussion on that matter is closed. Now give me your phone." Rosalie's voice was pure steel.
"What? Why?"
Rosalie twisted Bella's hand painfully making the younger girl elicit a cry of pain. "Lesson one, bitch, is that you don't question my orders. You do them as soon as they are ordered. But don't worry, if you don't get it at first I'll disciple this way of thinking into you, one," Rosalie twisted Bella's arm further down, making the girl cry out again. "Punishment," more twisting, forcing Bella to her knees onto the ground. "At a time." Fat tears leaked out from Bella's eyes and she didn't bother to wipe them away as she shakily reached for her phone. The blonde let go of her arm to snatch the phone and Bella let out a gasp of relief as the pressure alleviated. Then the blonde raised the phone above her head and threw it hard, smashing it on a tree trunk.
"My phone!" Bella howled, tears now coursing down her cheeks freely. Why was the blonde behaving like this? She had had a lot of important personal memories and information on that phone!
"You don't need that piece of shit," Rosalie growled, reaching into her pocket to pull out a shiny new Iphone. "From now on you're using this phone. It has my number in it, which is the only number you will need from now on. Contact anyone else and you will be sorry." Rosalie stuck out the phone to Bella for her to take it, much like a owner would to a dog, but the brunette was done.
"Shove your phone up your ass!" She yelled through her tears, stumbled to her feet and ran off blindly, the tears obscuring her vision.
"Bella!" Rosalie called out after her, following her. Bella ran through the woods, jeans snagging on unseen thorns, branches scratching and slapping her face. But Bella was not trying to get caught and she counted on the fact that the other girl would get tired of chasing after her, which she did. After thirty minutes the blonde stopped and turned back, yelling threats at the other girl to stop running or else. Bella ignored the cries, the words blending in with the wild pounding of her heart. She just continued on, fear making her adrenaline pump and power her body.
At last she stopped after what felt like years of running, daylight turning to dusk, and placed her hands on her knees to catch her breath. The temperature had dropped a couple degrees and she now shivered, her emotionally and physically drained body leaving her feeling empty and cold inside. Where was she? How far had she even gone? Her pants were dirty with stray leaves and twigs, her shoes covered in mud. She straightened up and tried to survey her surroundings but she had no idea where she was. To every side she saw trees, trees and more trees. Swallowing a rising lump of panic she tried to focus herself. It's okay, I'll find a way out. Just got to keep calm...
Bella set off to find an exit before night fell, praying that she would make it out.
A/N: Whelp, that escalated quickly.