Chapter 12: Blood and Hatred
A/N: So I've got a super long chapter this time, probably the longest of all of them so far. Surprisingly it didn't take forever to write. That being said I don't think we're even halfway through the plot I have for the series. Good news for you guys, bad news for me cause I gotta write it all and I don't have a lot of free time. Ah, well.
Anyways I have another series of flashbacks coming up to deal with Rosalie's past. Their only three-five chapters and will be the last of the past. I do have ideas for introducing Rosalie's perspective into the current timeline, but we'll see how it goes. Until next time, cheers.
Bella was cold, hungry, and scared, but most of all she was lost. Absolutely without a doubt, lost in the middle of the woods. Dusk had fallen in the forest, making the poor girl stumble on invisible roots and snag her jeans on brambles that came out of the shadows. Bella let out panicked breaths, her hands hidden up her sleeves to keep them out of the frigid air. The temperature had dropped drastically and Bella could see the breath in front of her mouth, her nose and cheeks red and stinging. Her eyes were wet, slow tears trailing down and freezing on her face. She could feel desperation claw up her throat, churning in her stomach, making her eyes move madly back and forth as she muttered under her breath half curses and half prayers.
She couldn't believe her own stupidity. She had run like a moron deeper into the unknown woods instead of running the other way to the road to escape Rosalie. Now that the blonde was no longer a threat she was ashamed and wondered why she had even run in the first place. She didn't like to get hurt but now that option seemed a lot better than starving or freezing to death in the woods. Holding back a choked sob, Bella finally decided to sit down on a nearby log. She had been walking for hours and she was tired, her body running on empty fumes, her stomach growling loudly to remind her of this. She hunched over to keep herself more warm, breathing on her fingers to try to bring some feeling back into them. This was all Rosalie's fault. If only she wasn't such a bitch.
Bella felt more tears slide down her face and she wiped them hastily away. She was going to die, yet she couldn't allow herself too. Her dad surely must have noticed she was gone by now. It looked dark enough to be eight pm, the trees all blurring into the shadows. A wolf howled somewhere from the distance, instantly causing Bella to straighten up her back and freeze, her breath held as she strained her ears. Shit, she had forgotten some of the woods around here still had wild animals in them such as bears and wolves. Fuck, she needed to get out of here now! She got up quietly from the log, trying to hold in the panic that made her want to scream out loud and awaken every animal in the vicinity.
She edged her way through the shrubbery, trying to be as quiet as possible, afraid that the wolf was actually closer than it sounded. Was she even going the right way? She couldn't tell if she was going straight or not anymore. Had she gone in circles? That tended to happen a lot in movies.
Could she perhaps survive a night in the forest if worst came to worst? She had watched a lot of shows and it looked pretty simple. All she had to do was start a fire to keep the animals away and then find some berries to eat. But how could see tell which ones were safe to eat?
Bella shook her head to dispel these thoughts. She couldn't give up. She had to try and get out of the wild. She knew the woods couldn't go on forever. They had to end somewhere...
Bella tried to keep a positive mindset but she was finding it harder and harder to do so as the minutes ticked by and damn it, she was so tired and cold. Maybe she could take a nap or something? Her eyes were closing on their own and she couldn't feel the tip of her nose, her fingers, or her toes anymore and her thighs were starting to go cold through her thick pants.
She leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath. She could barely see more than two inches in front of her. If only she had a flashlight of some sort she could make progress faster. At this rate she wouldn't get anywhere and a huge chunk of the night was still in front of her. More tears started to stream down her face and she didn't bother to wipe them away this time. For fucks sake she was fucked! Fucked! She was a goner. She bit her teeth trying to hold in her sobs. She didn't want some wild animal to find her, to kill her, but then on second thought she didn't really care anymore. She let lose her desperation, tears pattering down her coat front and cries swallowed up by the menacing dark around her. She was so scared. She wanted to go home.
She would have stayed there and cried for who knows how long, when she saw a bright light out of the corner of her eye. At first she thought it was caused by her tears and that her vision was blurring, but when she rubbed at her eye she saw the light didn't go away. Silencing her cries she heard the crunch of heavy footsteps on twigs and leaves.
"Hello, is anyone there?" a young male voice asked and Bella couldn't scream out fast enough. "I'm here! I'm here!" she jumped away from the tree and tried waving her arms around to draw the mans attention.
"Are you okay?" the voice asked as the light steadily grew closer.
"No, I got lost, please just get me out of the woods." Bella sobbed as she tried to get closer to the light.
"Bella, is that you?" the voice asked as the light flashed into her eyes, blinding her temporarily. The man had neared her and was now standing next to her, light trained on her face. She threw her hands up and scrunched up her eyes to block out the offending light, her eyes not used to the brightness of it after the dark.
"How do you know who I am?" she asked, suddenly afraid that this could be some pervert.
"It's me, Jake," the man lowered the light from her, excitement evident in his voice.
"Jake, as in Jacob?" Bella asked as she blinked away the white spots from her vision. "As in the boy I played with all those years ago on the Reserve?" Bella craned her neck up and squinted at him in the dark, not at all recognizing the tall muscular man in front of her, handsome grin stretched out on his face.
"Yea, it's me!" he exclaimed, childish glee pouring from his pores as he held out his hands to her and pulled her into a hug. "It's been too long Bella, holy shit. I didn't know you were back in Forks. Why didn't you tell me? And more importantly what the hell are you doing in the woods without a flashlight?" He crushed her to his warm chest and Bella felt the air rush out of her lungs as he embraced her. She didn't mind; she needed some body heat and she was just so glad to see someone she knew even if he looked different.
"Jake, what...I mean you look so different, did you have a growth spurt?" Bella asked as Jake set her down.
"You could say that," Jake sheepishly grinned as he ruffled the back of his hair. Last time that same hair had been long, longer than Bella's and braided. He had also been scrawny and shorter than her. She had been the boss in the relationship when they played games. He would always listen to her and follow her around like a puppy and Charlie jokingly called Jacob the love sick puppy, saying he would follow Bella anywhere. Bella hadn't really understood the term then, but looking on it back now, her best friend had had a painfully obvious crush on her. Obvious to everyone but her.
"Wow, I totally wouldn't have recognized you," Bella breathed, still in shock over her friends drastic growth spurt. He looked totally hot, and if she wasn't gay she'd be the one with a puppy dog crush on him.
"Anyways that's not important right now. Bella what were you doing in the woods and you're so cold, are you okay? You're shaking everywhere..." Jake gave her a look of concern.
That brought Bella out of her memories of playing with Jake as a child and into her present drastic situation. She didn't want to tell Jake what had really happened. That would be too embarrassing. "I well, I um, I don't really-well can we talk about it later?"
"Of course, you must want to get somewhere warm. Come follow me, I'll walk you back to the house. We're not that far from Billy's house actually." He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her closer to him and keep his other arm steady, lighting their path ahead.
"I'm at Billy's house?" Bella asked, shocked.
"Yup, the shed's back that way. I was actually on my way to get some stuff from there but then I heard you crying." Jacob jerked his head back to indicate the direction Bella had just come from, as they clambered down a rockier part of the forest. Bella couldn't believe that she had walked so far she had made it to the Reserve.
"And the house is just ahead of us. You were actually close to exiting the woods." Jake was saying all this in a flurry. "I bet Billy will be excited to see you. He hasn't seen you since you were a little girl. And I bet the other guys will be happy to see you too," Jake said, enthusiasm in his voice clear. "Man I'm so glad your back Bella. We have to catch up on so many things. That can wait of course when you're warm and safe. But I am so lucky I saw you!" He was practically squealing like a kid on Christmas.
No, I'm the lucky one. If you hadn't found me who knows what could have happened...
Bella nodded her head, her teeth chattering too much for her to speak properly now and she didn't even have the energy to talk anymore, all her focus on getting to the promise of warmth and safety. They eventually made it to the house, Bella nearly sobbing with joy as she glimpsed civilization after so long of being surrounded by nature. There in front of her was a homely log cabin, straight out of her childhood memories, warm smoke curling out of the chimney, inviting lights on inside. Jake more or less dragged her the last couple of feet, her toes hurting so much from the cold that she couldn't walk properly on them.
He flung the door open, warm air greeting them and called out, "Guess whose here Billy!"
"Who?" was the immediate response and Jake clicked off the flashlight, still holding onto Bella with his other hand, and kicked the door shut with his foot.
"Bella Swan!" He announced as he dragged the half frozen girl into the living room where Billy was sitting in a chair watching TV. Billy's face broke out into smile, her crows feet wrinkling even more. His hair was as long as it used to be, and still as black and healthy looking despite the rest of his body having aged, a paunch hanging over his belt.
"Bella, it's good to see you," Billy said, rolling up to her in his chair and pulling her frozen hand in his. If he found anything odd with her dirt and tear streaked face, he didn't comment on it.
"Oh dear, you're cold. Jake get her some blankets and we'll get a fire going for her. This girl is a Popsicle. Where did you find her?" Billy turned to glare at Jake to get to work and the boy ran up and grabbed some of the more comfortable blankets off of the couch in the room and gave them to Bella whose gaze was intent on Billy. Since when had he been in a wheelchair? Could she ask him what happened?
"In the woods, behind our house. Did you know Bella was back?"
"No, not really. Nowadays I don't talk to Charlie too much," Billy tsked, folding his hands on his lap, a hint of sadness in his voice. He reverted his eyes to Bella and gave an all-knowing smile when he saw the intensity with which she stared at him. Embarrassed to have been caught, Bella averted her gaze, her cheeks too cold to even blush.
"I got into an accident, Bella," Billy answered and Bella felt shame burn in her gut. "I'm sorry," she squeaked out. "I didn't mean to stare."
"It's fine, it's all in the past," Billy waved his hand dismissively and rolled off to help Jake who had lugged some wood into the fireplace and was on his knees trying to find a way to light it. "Why don't you get comfortable? You've got to warm up and you'll be here a while anyways as I'm sure Jake wants to talk to you," the elder Black said over his shoulder and Bella nodded her head, slowly pulling off her shoes and jacket, wincing as some feeling was coming back into her frozen limbs.
She settled down onto the couch, pressing her knees to her chest and wrapping the blankets tight against her. She sat there and watched as the two men got the fire started from a small flame to a roaring monster, barely contained in the perimeters of the fireplace.
"So Bella, what's up?" Jake said once finished, pulling up a chair to her couch and looking eagerly at her. "You still didn't answer my questions from earlier."
"You two talk, I'll get you something to eat," Billy rolled out of the room before Bella could protest that she was fine. Her stomach, however, clenched in the expectation of food. Bella squirmed uncomfortably in her blankets, wondering what she could tell him. There was a loud slamming of the door and Jake frowned immediately just as his name was called out. "Jakey! Jakey are you here?"
"Jakey?" Bella inquired, one eyebrow raised.
"Don't ask," Jacob sighed, as he got up in time to greet a lithe dark skinned and pretty girl that entered the room with long buoyant strides. "Hey Leah," he said tiredly. "Nothing to do at home?"
"Nope," she popped the p and gave him a quick hug. "Bored as fuck at home, and Sam is being annoying as usual."
Bella wondered who this girl was. She had never seen her before when she had played with Jake's friends. So she had to be younger, or had just recently moved here. Bella took in the girl's perfect shade of skin, a warm color that reminded her of melted caramel, took in her curly hair, her high cheek bones, and long and shapely limbs that where the perfect mix of toned but feminine.
Bella realized she was unconsciously staring at the girl when the girl turned to her and frowned at her. "What you looking at? Who are you?" she asked with a touch of hostility and Bella flinched, hiding her lower face with the blanket. This girl made her feel unnerved for some reason. She was beautiful enough to rival Rosalie's beauty (Bella couldn't believe she was thinking this, that someone was as pretty as the blonde) and she held a sort of wild energy to her, although where Rosalie's was maniac and dangerous, coiled tight until something triggered it and it shot out all in one rush like a jack in the box, her's was feral but playful; she'd just as easily spend all her time running and playing games as she would picking a fight with someone.
"That's Bella, remember? I've told you stories about her and how we would always play together as kids," Jacob explained, gesturing at Bella who was still unable to answer for herself.
Leah looked at her for a while, analyzing her, putting the pieces together. "The girl who you said was the prettiest creature in the world you had seen?" Leah, said tilting her head, intrigued. Bella felt a warm flush spread on her chest. Even though she knew those were Jacob's words and not Leah's, the way the girl said it, was if she was the one who had thought them first. They made Bella feel weird.
"Um, yea," Jake coughed, suddenly looking uncomfortable. "Anyways, Leah, Bella," he gestured to the two of them, formally introducing each other.
"I can't tell if you're right or wrong, she's got so much shit on her face," Leah said at last, dropping her gaze from Bella and punching Jake in the arm, hard enough that he grimaced.
"Why didn't you clean up her face? How rude of you," she scolded him.
"I was more worried about getting her warm," he raised his hands up, asking her to cut him some slack. She strode over to Bella with quick strides, pulling out a napkin from her pants, which were tight around her hips, hugging them in all the right ways.
Stop it, Bella scolded herself. Was she seriously checking out this girl that she barely knew? She tried to stop herself from doing so, but that was so much harder to accomplish when the girl grasped her cheek and began wiping her face roughly, removing the last traces of dirt and of her tears.
Bella scrunched her eyes shut, trying to keep from looking at Leah, whose face up close was even nicer than Bella had expected. She held very still, letting the girl do her work. Only once she pulled away did Bella open her eyes, startled to see that the girl was still standing before her, taking in her pale facial features. Bella's felt her face flame up, testament to how her body had recovered from the deep freeze she had taken.
"You're right. She is pretty, especially her doe eyes," Leah admitted, putting back her dirty napkin into her pocket.
"Leah, stop hitting on Bella. She's not gay, so give it up," Jake said with an exasperated sigh as he took the chair in front of Bella again. Bella felt her heart skip a beat. Leah had been hitting on her?! And she was gay? Was that why Bella had been checking her out? Did she had a gaydar or something? And holy cow, how was the girl not afraid of coming out? That took so much courage; courage that Bella didn't have but desperately needed. Bella wondered if the girl had been bullied at all for her preference. Probably not. She's gorgeous.
Leah rolled her eyes at Jake's comment but stepped away from Bella, facing the boy this time. "That's what all the girl's say, but then..." Leah shrugged as the implication was clear. Jake rolled his eyes this time but didn't remark any further.
"Bella, do you want anything to drink?" Leah asked. "I'll go get some hot chocolate, how about it? Do you like hot chocolate?" She posed this question with a smile on her face. Bella felt like the smile was off but didn't think much of it. She loved hot chocolate and wouldn't mind a nice hot cup to relax her and warm her up from the inside.
"Bella, don't answer that question," Jake warned her, a bit too late as Bella had already nodded her head yes.
"I knew you liked hot chocolate, they always do. My favorite is white chocolate," Leah said, smirking once Bella's face heated up again. Was the girl outright flirting with her, with someone else in the room? She was so shameless about it! Bella's eyes bulged out widely.
"I told you not to answer her, Bella. She's a terrible flirt. She's not even smooth at all."
"Then how come I get all the girls and you're still single?" Leah shot back, sticking out her tongue at him.
"Just go make the freakin hot chocolate!"
"It's already made," Leah winked at Bella as she slide her hand down her own side seductively before heading to the kitchen before Jake could yell at her again. Bella buried her face in her blanket. This girl is unbelievable, she complained as her libido screamed at her, awoken by the girl's action.
"Just ignore her Bella, she's a real pain in the ass," Jacob said when Bella finally could bring her face out of her blanket.
"I'm fine," she stammered out, not fine at all. Was she just a slut, attracted to anyone that was remotely gay? And hot, her subconscious added.
Jacob nodded his head, considering this. "That's good. No frostbitten toes right? It's pretty chilly out tonight." He was back to referring to her physical condition.
"No yea, I'm fine," Bella insisted, knowing that Jake was trying to inch closer to finding out what she was doing in the woods, without outright asking her. "I was just walking in the forest, it was supposed to be a causal thing, but then...I uh, got lost," Bella coughed, humiliated that this was the best she could come up with. She would sound like a total idiot, but better that then a victim of bullying.
Jake snorted at this. "Classic Bella. Still you wandered quite a way out. Just glad I ran into you, or else it could have been a real disaster."
"Aww poor Bella, lost in the woods by herself," Leah pouted as she left the kitchen with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate.
"I thought you were making hot chocolate?"
"Billy had made some already, so I just grabbed them. You don't get one by the way." Leah dropped down next to Bella on the couch, sitting a bit too close for comfort. "Here, you get one," she handed over a mug to Bella, her fingers brushing the brunette's unnecessarily and making her jump in shock, almost spilling the hot liquid on herself. Leah smirked at this reaction and Bella muttered out a quick thanks before she turned her face away. She didn't know how to deal with this girl, especially since she was deliberately flirting with her.
"Leah, stop bothering Bella."
"I'm not bothering her, right?" Leah turned her green eyes gaze on the girl in question and to prevent having to answer Bella quickly gulped down some of her drink, which was a bad idea in hindsight. The hot liquid scorched her mouth and she spat it out in one big spray. "Aww fuck, that's hot!" she cried out, her tongue throbbing in pain and her eyes tearing up.
Leah let out a snort at Bella's predicament and Jake was immediately on his feet, helping Bella to the kitchen. "Let's get you some ice," he said, grabbing her cup in one hand and pulling her out of the pile of blankets she was under with his other. He rummaged hurriedly through the kitchen freezer, looking for ice as Bella turned on the faucet and began running cold water into her mouth.
"There's ice in the very back, past the steak," Leah suggested as she came into the kitchen, setting her mug down on the counter next to where Jake had placed Bella's, and watching with amusement in her eyes as Bella lapped at the water like a dog.
Scowling, Jacob followed her advice and pulled out a small bag of ice. "I swear it's practically like you live here, because you know this house better than me." He popped it open and before he could grab a cube, Leah's small hand darted in and grabbed a couple of them.
"Bella open your mouth." Bella pulled her head out of the sink, turning off the tap and trying to wipe her mouth dry. Jacob looked on in annoyance as Leah cupped Bella's chin in her one hand and instructed the girl to open her mouth. "It's going to be cold, but try to keep it in as long as possible." Her face was impossibly close to Bella's again, the scent of hot chocolate strong on her breath and wafting over Bella's face deliciously every time she spoke. Her eyes stayed on Bella's, never leaving even when she began to slide in one ice cube into her mouth after the other with long fingers. She did it one by one, her finger tip lingering on Bella's lip every time. Bella could feel her chest begin to flush warmly again, her cheeks soon to follow. It was just so odd to have the girl to stare at her like that...it made her feel weird in a good way.
"If you're done...?" Jake glared at the back of Leah's head openly and Bella was surprised to see how rudely he was acting to the girl. Does he still have a crush on me? But that was so many years ago. Is it possible to have a crush on someone for so long? Bella contemplated this as she sucked on the ice and pulled free of Leah's grasp on her chin, not wanting the other girl to notice her blush. The ice numbed her mouth more than the water and it soothed her throat. She knew her taste buds would be fried for the rest of the week, however, as no ice could revert that amount of damage.
Leah rolled her eyes at Jake's attitude towards her and grabbed her mug before shoulder checking him as she left the kitchen. Jake frowned at this but didn't say anything to her. He looked at Bella instead as she swirled the ice in her mouth for as long as she could stand it before spitting it out out in the sink. "Did it work?" he asked, brows furrowed in concern and arms crossed over his muscular chest, making his arm muscles bugle, and yet again Bella was reminded how hot her friend looked. He and Leah could even rival the Cullen's.
"Yea, a bit. Thanks, it helped." Bella thanked him in hopes it would alleviate the annoyance he felt towards Leah. Jacob nodded his head at this, his face cracking into a smile. "It wouldn't be you Bella, if you didn't have some sort of clumsy accident."
Bella felt her ears heat up at this. "I'm not that clumsy," she protested. "I just really wanted some hot coco."
"Kids couldn't wait to eat huh? You trying to sneak in an early bite Jake?" Billy rolled into the kitchen, grinning. Bella had been so occupied with her burning mouth that she had forgotten that Billy was cooking dinner for them. A pot boiled on the stove and the delicious and cordial smells of chicken broth flooded her nose. Probably won't be able to taste it, Bella thought bitterly as her stomach growled in anticipation of food. Why'd she'd have to be such an idiot and scald her tongue?
"We weren't trying to sneak a bite, promise dad."
"Sure, sure. Just wait a couple more minutes and it'll be done," Billy tipped his head, indicating for the teens to leave the room. They complied and went back to the living room, where Leah was sprawled out on the couch, drinking from her mug nonchalantly.
Bella decided to sit in the chair Jake had pulled out for himself. She wasn't going to risk sitting next to that girl. She'd probably find another way to make the brunette blush in three seconds flat. Jake was the one who took a seat next to the dark skinned girl, who if it bothered, didn't say anything, just scooted over to one side as Jacob swatted her leg to make more room for him.
"Man, Bella we have so much to catch up on." Jake smiled, folding his hands in his lap. "So, what's up with you?"
Bella and Jake ended up talking with each other for a half hour, Leah leaving to give them more space as she was clearly not a part of this conversation. Although hesitant at first, and feeling awkward, Bella soon found the words spilling out of her mouth, impatient to tell Jake all that had happened since they had last parted. In no time they were laughing like the old days, cracking really bad puns with each other. Bella could almost forget that she had had a terrible start to the day, or that she had even gotten lost in the wilds. Jake made her feel happy and light, and she hadn't realized how much she had missed him.
Billy came out with the soup not much later and Bella threw herself at it, ravenous like a wolf. She had seconds and thirds, the soup filling her with warmth and joy, making her limbs fill with energy once more. Over the soup they talked a bit more, Billy and Leah joining in this time, and before Bella knew it, it was eight pm.
"Oh wow, I've been here so long," the brunette stretched her arms about her head, the amount of food she had eaten coupled with her long trek in the cold making her drowsy.
"Three hours to be exact," Billy added, pushing himself away from the table as Leah helped to clear the dirty dishes off the furniture. "I think you should get home before your dad gets there. I called him to let him know you were over at our house."
"Did you tell him about.."
"No I didn't, since you were fine. I'll leave that to be your choice if you want to tell him about your misadventure."
Bella nodded her head, immensely grateful that he hadn't said anything. She didn't want her father to know about this. Especially since Rosalie was involved. What would she say about that? She wasn't a good liar in front of her father.
"It was nice to have you over, Bella. Come visit us more often if you have time."
"I will," Bella promised.
"Come on Jake, drive Bella back will you? It's late, we don't want her to walk back all this way."
"Sure, follow me," Jake indicated to Bella as the brunette said last minute thanks to the wheelchair bound man before grabbing her stuff and following Jake out the door as he hastily pulled on his coat.
"I'm coming with you," Leah announced, grabbing her blue coat off of the hook by the door.
"No, you're not!" Jake called back over his shoulder as he pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his car, a green pickup truck.
"Of course I am," she shouted back, linking her arm with Bella's. "Tell him that I am, Bella." Bella resisted the urge to draw away from the girl. The girl hadn't bothered her during her conversation with Jake but now she was back to it. Please don't flirt with me anymore, Bella pleaded internally. She was too tired to deal with it now.
"Yea, sure," Bella replied at last when she saw that Leah was awaiting her answer.
"You hear that Jakey! She said yes," but Jake had already clambered into the cab of the truck and slammed the door, starting up the car. The two girls entered from the passenger side, Bella stuck in the middle, her shoulders brushing against the two. Leah barely had a chance to close the door before Jake drove the car out of the driveway and towards Bella's house, knowing where she lived. The three rode while making light conversation until they drew up to her house, the headlights flashing over a red and black bike in the driveway. Bella immediately tensed up, her breath drawing short. She had completely forgotten about the blonde. What was her bike still dong here? Was she at her house? Had she left it here? What was going on? She felt the hint of nerves hit her, her stomach churning.
Jake pulled the car up to the entrance of the driveway, unable to go any further due to the bike parked there. "I didn't know you were a biker girl," Leah whistled appreciatively at the sight of the bike.
"It's not mine," Bella whispered, her mouth dry.
Leah raised her brows but didn't say anything else. Jake turned the car off and opened the door, cold air entering the warm cab, Leah slide open her own door and Bella followed after her, her heart unconsciously starting to beat faster. How was she going to face the blonde after what she had done today? She still felt a stab of pain around her heart as she thought back to how the blonde had twisted her arm painfully and then destroyed her phone. Her arm throbbed at the memory of the abuse it had suffered and she knew she was going to have bruises tomorrow from where the blonde's fingers had dug in.
"Do you have your house keys?" Jake asked as his feet crunched over the gravel of the driveway as he neared Bella's house only to promptly stop. Coming down from the shadows of the porch was Rosalie.
Bella felt her heart leap to her throat. Was the blonde waiting here all this time? Oh shit, this was not going to be good. The blonde had an extremely pissed off facial expression, her shoulders squared under her leather riding jacket, hands deep into her pockets.
Bella stopped behind Jake and could see his huge shoulders tense up, his hands becoming fists. Leah next to her also tensed up, grabbing Bella's shoulder to prevent her from coming closer to the blonde.
"Rosalie," Jake hissed, his voice filled with such animosity it surprised Bella. "What are you doing here?"
The blonde cocked up her head, arrogance flaring in her eyes. "I was waiting for Bella."
"I can see that," Jake spat, his eyes glaring at her intensely. "Why are you waiting for her?"
"I can't wait for my friend?" Rosalie asked, tilting her head.
"She's not your friend, you spiteful bitch," Jake shot back. Why was Jake so angry at Rosalie? Do they have a past? I need to ask him later, right now I need to alleviate this situation.
"Jake-" Bella started but was cut off by him.
"Get the fuck off her property. Don't you ever dare come close to her!" He then turned to Bella so quickly it made the girl stumble back in shock, the hand on Leah's shoulder tightening to support her. "Did she ever hurt you Bella? Has she? Why is she around your house?"
The urgency in Jake's voice demanded an answer from her now but she just couldn't give one. She stared at Rosalie past the man's shoulders, her eyes wide in desperation. What did she tell them? Could she even tell them anything? Rosalie, if she was worried Bella would spill, didn't give off that vibe, standing where she was, her eyes glimmering darkly.
"Um, no, um," Bella stammered at last, not sure what else to say. Jake didn't seem to believe her because he whirled around to face the blonde again, so quickly that the gravel beneath his feet sprayed.
"You hurt her you bitch! You always hurt everyone I care about!"
"Jake, I think you should cool it. We can get Charlie to handle this." Leah tried to calm the boy down but he was practically shaking with rage and Bella was scared because she had never seen her friend like this before. She only knew him as a happy person that brought comfort and safety, not danger with him. Leah grabbed at his arm to pull him back to reality.
"She's not on the Reserve, so we can't do anything about this," she reasoned but the man jerked his arm away from her. "Shut up Leah. I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson here and now, a lesson she should have had a long time ago to put her into her fucking place. I'll fucking hurt you, you bitch, just like you hurt everyone I cared about!" With that Jake lunged with long jerky strides at Rosalie who stood perfectly still.
"I bet you won't do it, you sissy boy," she hissed. "You always talk about beating the shit out of me, but you have yet to do it. And just because you've got some muscles on you now boy, don't mean shit," she scoffed. "You've never been able to do, in all the times we've meet."
"I swear I will do it," Jake raged and cocked back his fist as he drew near her. "It ends today."
"Jake stop it!" Leah hissed but made no move to go after him, instead clutching Bella's arm angrily as she watched Jake's arm extend forwards. "Fuck he's an idiot!"
The punch landed with a harsh sound that made Bella cringe, the brunette too stunned to even utter a sound. Holy shit, Jake had just punched someone. Her kind, innocent Jake, had punched someone.
Rosalie's head snapped back sharply and then came forward, her hair covering it as she bent over and placed her hands on her knees. There was a long moment of silence as she spat out a mouthful of blood, the gravel under her feet splattered with it. Then she drew to her full height and Bella felt sick at the sight of red blood pouring down the blonde's nose. It looked painful but the blonde was smiling, her grin gruesome and nightmarish, teeth stained with crimson.
"So you finally did it, I'm impressed."
"I told you," Jake said, raising his hands up and taking up a fighting stance as Rosalie appraised him, her eyes alive with some hunger that Bella couldn't describe.
"Good, now that means I can legally fuck you up without getting into trouble with the law," was Rosalie's response and she let out a sudden wild laugh, one that pierced the air with her shrieks, made her slap her knees in joy.
"Something funny, bitch?" Jake hissed at her, trying to hide how unnerved he was by the laugh.
"Oh, how I've waited for this fucken moment," she said once the laugh had died down. Bella felt the hairs on her back stand up. Rosalie was crazy! How was Jake not scared to face her? Who laughed like that after being clobbered in the face so hard that blood stained their face and clothes? After having to face an opponent that towered over them?
Jake seemed to hesitant at her comment, his arms lowering a bit as he noticed Rosalie's relaxed stance, but that was his mistake. She sprang into action so quickly Bella couldn't believe that someone could possess so much speed. She aimed an elbow to Jake's stomach, effectively knocking the breath out of his lungs before she uppercut him in the jaw, sending his head upwards, spit spraying from his mouth like a human water fountain. But she wasn't done, sending such a flurry of jabs and kicks at him, that all he could do was stumble backwards.
"Jake!" Bella screamed in horror, in the same time that Leah yelled "Jakey!" The brown skinned girl tensed next to her, debating if she should help Jake and hurt his pride, or let him get the shit beat out of him and hope that he could recover. Leah waffled back and froth, each hit Jake took resonating through her and she winced as flesh met flesh. Bella couldn't stand to watch this, but she couldn't tear her eyes away, grunts of pain cutting her deeply. Jake was getting the shit beat out of him by Rosalie!
Jake tried to land a punch on the girl but she ducked, weaving and jabbing like a professional. She aimed a well placed kick at his knee and there was a loud cracking noise that made Bella blanch. Jake went down hard on his back onto the gravel, hissing in pain. He struggled to get up but the blonde was on him, knees pinning down his arms as she straddled his chest.
"Still think you can take me down, big sissy boy?" She grinned and cracked her knuckles leisurely as Jake struggled under her, but she must have pinned him good because he was not making any progress. How did this girl have so much strength? Bella didn't understand.
"Fuck you, you fucken crazy bitch!" Jake uttered out before Rosalie began to pummel his face, left hand, then right hand, arms working in rhythm like a well oiled machine. "What's that? I can't hear over the sound of me punching you," she sneered and that was when Leah couldn't take it anymore.
"Get off of him you bitch!" She rushed at the blonde who picked up her head too late to glance at the girl, only getting a face full of foot. She was knocked off of Jake but scrambled back up to her feet, clutching her forehead which was bleeding, the skin split open by the kick.
"I wasn't going to hurt you but you can get it too, bitch," Rosalie spat, hands covered in Jake's blood curling up. Leah helped Jake to his feet, his face a red mess. Blood was smeared around his mouth, it trickled from his nose and his left eye was swollen shut. He wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and looked at the red streak it left before he looked back up at the blonde.
He didn't say anything because Leah beat him to it. "Oh, don't worry I don't intend to back away after you hurt Jake, you cunt."
Leah rushed at the blonde with Jake by her side and Bella couldn't take it anymore. She covered her eyes in her hands, revulsion rising in her. How could her friends be doing this? She didn't want them to fight, but how was she going to get them to stop? She thought Leah would end it but the dark skinned girl was just as aggravated as Jake was now. Sounds of brawling hit Bella's eardrums, interrupted by the occasional swear word or grunt of pain. There was a huge scrabbling of feet on gravel and suddenly a heavy thud as a body hit the ground.
"Get off me, you fuckers!" came Rosalie's cry and Bella peeked out through her fingers to see the blonde on the ground, Jake and Leah kicking her with such viciousness that left the blonde's cry cut off as she gasped for breath. She writhed in pain on the floor trying to grab onto their legs to stop them but only got her face kicked in response.
Something about this reminded Bella of the time she had been bullied in Phoenix. Instead of Rosalie on the ground, it was her, Jake and Leah just a pair of preppy white girls with nothing better to do between class than to beat someone up. It made bile rise in her throat and she couldn't watch this a second longer.
"Stop! Stop!" Bella finally screamed out. She couldn't stand by and let the blonde get hurt like this. Even though Bella knew that it wasn't her on the ground but Rosalie who was a bitch, a small part of her didn't think she deserved this. Love makes one stupid, her rational mind hissed at her. Let the girl suffer. But Bella was already running to the fight. Her pleads were largely ignored as Jake and Leah yelled expletives at the blonde below them who only howled in anger and pain.
"Stop this!" Bella pushed past the two and threw her body down on Rosalie's, hoping to shield the blonde. She took a kick to the ribs, crying out in pain as spots appeared in front of her eyes from the pain. By hell did that hurt. It must have been even more painful for Rosalie to endure all this.
Leah was the first to notice Bella there and and pulled on Jake's arm to stop him. "Jake hold up." He stopped, his anger disappearing as soon as he saw Bella there.
"Bella, what are you doing?"
"I'm stopping this fight," Bella said, tears streaming down her cheeks, her emotions high strung. How could they have all been so viscous?
She got off of Rosalie, the blonde's blood coating the front of her jacket. She turned to the reservation teens, angrily breathing through her nose, her hands fisting. "I don't know what beef you guys have between each other but this is ridiculous. I'm upset you would revert to fighting."
"But-"
"No Jake, whatever issues you have, you will not fight in front of me!" Bella was so disappointed in her friends. "I know Rosalie is not a great person but that doesn't mean you stoop to her level!" Jake flinched back at this, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Leah's face was more neutral, making it hard to see what she thought. Behind Bella, Rosalie slowly got up, cradling her ribs.
"You too," Bella hissed before the blonde could open her mouth. "I don't care what happened between you guys before all this, but I will not stand for fighting between others." Bella cast her a scalding glare from the corner of her eyes.
"Of course, babe, whatever you say," Rosalie said, her voice raspy as she tried to regain her breath, resting her forehead heavily on Bella's shoulder. Leah tensed up at this exchange and glared suspiciously at the two but didn't say anything. The motion between Rosalie and Bella seemed to go over Jake's head.
"I'm sorry Bella, but-"
Bella shook her head. She was in no mood to continue this. "Thank you for everything you've done for me this evening. But I think you guys should go for now."
"We can't leave you with her!" Jake exclaimed, shocked that Bella was kicking them out and choosing to be with the blonde. But for some reason Bella was feeling resentful towards her childhood friend. How dare he hurt her crush? How dare he take on the appearance of the bullies who had picked on her? Rosalie wasn't the one who had struck first.
"Well if you had stopped to think, perhaps you could have realized that Rosalie and I were supposed to work on a school project together before you pounced on her. Now how am I supposed to do a project with an injured partner?" Bella spat out the lie she had first told her father, without even realizing she was going to say it.
Jake looked at a momentary loss for words before he blubbered out his same excuse. "We can't leave you with her, she's unstable!"
"Thank you for all you did," Bella said through thin lips, refusing to budge.
Jake swallowed and still didn't look like he wanted to give up, when Leah touched his arm. "No problem Bella. Call us?" To make sure you're okay, was the unsaid part but Bella knew what she meant.
Bella nodded her head, grateful the girl understood. The dark skinned girl lead Jake to the truck, although he didn't look happy about it, glancing back at the blonde and brunette together. When they had drawn out of ear range of Bella they started arguing. Bella watched as they got into the car, Jake clearly mad he was made to leave. He slammed the door behind him and started up the car, the headlights alighting the two girls in the driveway before it drove away.
Rosalie lifted up her head at the Reserve teens departure. Bella turned to her, anger still burning in her veins and tears still coming down her cheeks. "Mhmm, feisty today?" Rosalie asked, cupping Bella's chin in one hand. The brunette slapped it away, revolted by the drying blood on it.
"Don't start with me," she hissed, Rosalie's eyes widening in shock at Bella's foul mood. "Let's get you cleaned up. Then I need to talk to you."
She set Rosalie down by the kitchen counter, as she went to pull out the necessary supplies from the medicine cabinet. She washed the blonde's blood from her face with a towel as gently as she could, careful of her nose which was swollen and her cut on her forehead that was still slightly bleeding. With most of the gore washed away she set to applying alcohol swabs to the wounds, the blonde's neck tendons standing out as she tried to hold in her cries of pain. Once she was done with that, Bella bandaged the cuts as best as possible. Cleaning up the bloody cotton swabs she could feel a huge chunk of her anger had left her. She just felt tired, worn out by the days events. She had planned to talk to the blonde about the whole incident in the woods but she didn't feel like it now. She just wanted to take a nap and forget all about this horrible day.
"Didn't know you were a part time nurse," Rosalie said, her voice sounding off, due to her swollen nose.
Bella just grunted in response, waving her hand dismissively at the blonde, as she tried to get any last traces of the blood gone so her father wouldn't start asking her questions. Then she opened up her freezer, grabbing a couple of ice cubes and putting it into a bag. She handed it to the blonde who took it and looked at it uncertainly. "For your nose, to reduce the swelling," Bella explained.
Rosalie cleared her throat, playing with the ice bag in her hand, not sure what else to say. "So, uh, you wanted to talk to me but I guess that will have to wait. Can I take a shower here?" she gestured to her still bloodied hands and clothes.
"Sure, just be quick," Bella intoned. She had completely forgotten about the clothes, but she didn't need Rosalie here once Charlie came back. "You can borrow some of my clothes too and just take your old ones back home."
"Thanks," the blonde said so quickly that Bella almost didn't hear it. Bella stared wide eyed at the retreating blonde's back as she went up the stairs to the shower. Had the blonde just thanked her? She really hadn't expected that. The blonde was full of surprises.
Bella dawdled downstairs, not sure what to do with herself as the blonde showered. She chewed on her nails, nervous that her father would come into the house at any moment. What would he say if he saw the blonde here? Especially in the shower? That would lead to all sorts of misunderstandings. The sound of water faded away and Bella knew the girl was done, so she went upstairs, ready to tell the blonde she had to leave right now, but everything she meant to say left her mind in a second flat when she entered her room.
There she found the blonde lying on her bed with only her underwear on. Bella choked on her own breath as she took a deep inhalation at the sight of the blonde's perfectly toned body lying on her bed.
Her bed.
Rosalie.
Practically naked.
On her bed.
Wow. Bella's brain could not get over this idea. She scrambled for the door knob blindly, her hand searching for a quick way to exit this situation, although her body did not move, her eyes trained on the blonde as she absorbed every inch of her body. Even marred with black and blue bruises from her fight with Jacob and Leah it was still a treat to look at. Water droplets clung to her still damp body, one drop trickling down the swell of her chest. Bella couldn't tear her eyes away, no matter how hard she tried, from the path of the droplet, it disappearing somewhere under the lace of her bra. Bella swallowed deeply before trying to stammer out some apology for the intrusion. The blonde who had a bag of ice held to her nose, head held gently on Bella's pillows, picked up the ice to look at Bella at the sound of her choking on air.
"Why are you standing there like a blubbering fish. Get over here," the blonde demanded, her voice nasally due to the hit she had taken to the face.
"Sorry, sorry," Bella mumbled, hands coming up to her now steaming face. She had been caught looking. How embarrassing. She padded into the room closer to Rosalie. Why wasn't the blonde wearing any clothes? Why was she spread out like this, so damn erotically on her bed like a model for lingerie? Shouldn't she be pissed off or in pain from all the abuse she had taken?
"Wh-where are your clothes?" Bella had to ask, her fingers covering her eyes. She wanted to peek so badly but she wouldn't. She wouldn't give the blonde the satisfaction of knowing that she wanted to stare.
"I took them off, duh. To shower. They were filthy after the fight. Which is a shame since I really liked that outfit. And none of your clothes fit my style, so that's why I'm not wearing anything." Rosalie said this calmly and Bella was surprised. She'd think the blonde would be more pissed about the whole situation but she wasn't. Was she in one of her good mood swings again? "You can uncover your eyes, you know. What, you've never seen a female body before?"
"Yes, yes I have!" Bella squeaked out quickly.
"Then don't be so awkward about all this," Rosalie said. "You're a girl after all." Pause. Then in a more teasing tone, "unless your not really. Maybe your hiding a dick under those baggy clothes."
"I am not!" Bella tore her hands away from her face in indignation. She was not a boy, gosh damn it! She glared at Rosalie who only smirked in response and Bella knew that Rosalie had got her. Sighing in frustration she decided there would be no point in hiding her eyes again so she let her hands cross over her chest uncertainly. "Could you please put on some clothes?" Bella asked, hating how whiny her voice sounded. But she couldn't stand being in the room with a nearly nude Rosalie. "I'm sure something of mine must fit you," she offered but the blonde only quirked up a brow, returning her head to the pillow and placing the bag of ice on her sore nose.
"Did you not hear me the first time? I said I didn't like the style. I'm not wearing your ugly dyke clothes." Bella ground her teeth at this response but what else could she have expected from the older girl.
"I'll wash your old clothes then," Bella bent down to pick up Rosalie's old clothes, eager to leave the room, to be anywhere except next to the nearly nude girl, but the blonde stopped her. "I don't care about that right now. I think you owe me something."
Bella gulped, dropping the clothes down. Here it was, the bitchy Rosalie coming out. She didn't know what she was supposed to apologize for; nothing that happened was her fault to start with. Was it about running away in the woods? That was the only thing Bella could think of as she most certainly wasn't responsible for the beef between the Quileutes and Cullen's. Yet, she didn't want the blonde to punish her, so she would suck it up and apologize.
"Rosalie I'm sorry-"
"I want you to get rid of my bruises." The blonde cut her off with that final statement causing the brunette to wince. There was no way she could remove the bruising, she wasn't a magician and she was aware that Rosalie knew the impossibility of this task, but if she didn't do something then who knew how the girl would lash out at her.
Bella gnawed at the skin of her thumb as she looked at the blonde's expectant facial expression. She had to come up with something and quick, but the blonde's body was distracting, very much so. The way she was laying on the bed sheets right now was simply perfect. Her blonde tresses spilling around her, the length of her pale neck running to her collar bone. Her red bra was bright against the paleness of her skin, two soft mounds peeking up from the top of the cups, the lacy trim of it contrasting nicely with her flat stomach that was stretched out comfortably, the tip of her hipbones just visible. Her matching underwear covered barely enough down there, leaving little to the imagination and as Bella continued looking, the blonde's legs shifted, spreading further apart and giving the brunette a better view of what lay behind the silky cloth. Bella could feel her heart quicken at this and began to chew harder on her thumb skin.
Wait a second-Bella tore herself out of her thoughts, only to catch the all knowing smirk of Rosalie. The blonde had known that Bella was staring all along and not only caught her but also purposely moved her legs like that. Bella felt about ready to die from embarrassment, her rational mind calling her multiple derogatory terms for these actions but her body couldn't care less and it forced its desires and influences on her brain making her ignore her smarter self. Suddenly Bella knew what she could do to get rid of the bruises. When she had been a little child her mother had kissed her wounds to make the pain go away more quickly. While it wasn't helpful it did make her feel better. Bella decided she could do this to Rosalie and besides it served her purpose of touching the blonde's skin. And oh, how badly did she want to touch it. You'll get this chance to check if you really like her, her brain told her. Admiring her body totally doesn't have to be sexual, but only if you like touching it will you really know.
You're right, Bella told her brain and with slow steps she approached the blonde. Rosalie sat up, grin on her face and removed the ice pack from her nose. "So what will it be, Bella? I couldn't help but notice how very concentrated you were on my body. Must have been coming up with a lot of good ideas, hmm?" But Bella didn't respond to the teasing, her mind solely focused on the task before her. She sat down on the edge of her bed, right next to Rosalie. She could feel the heat radiating off of the others body and had to remind herself how to breathe.
This is a stupid idea, stupid! What if she retaliates violently? Her rational brain tried to warn her but the rest of her body was dead set on doing it. Too late, her ovaries screamed. We're doing it. She placed a trembling hand on Rosalie's collarbone, enjoying the feel of warm skin. Rosalie made an intrigued facial look at the contact, but Bella didn't notice, only focusing on her goal. She brought her lips up to Rosalie's hurt nose and gently brushed her mouth there. Drawing back quickly in case the girl wanted to strike her, with a deep breath she said, "I'll kiss all your wounds away."
Rosalie's face continued to be intrigued but Bella was too nervous to try and read her expression, deciding it was too late to back out now and that she would go along with the plan. She let her hand trail away, switching to a position on which she was now hovering over Rosalie's lap on her hands and knees. Lowering her head she left soft and slow kisses all over Rosalie's abdomen where most of the bruises were, the motions making small smacking noises as her lips left the flesh and then moved to another spot. Rosalie's eyes slowly lidded, as Bella continued her ministrations, following her every move.
The brunette was loving the fact that she could touch the blonde's body, that the girl had let her get this close. She really wanted to kiss her now as well, wanted to push their mouths together, cover the rest of the older girl's body in kisses. But she couldn't do this-come on you gotta kiss her. How else will you know if you really like her. It takes a kiss to truly know. But I've already kissed her, Bella battled with herself as she let her lips linger on the last bruise. Yea, but those were all ones she initiated, not once did you start one, so how are you supposed to know? You can't unless you try.
But I did that one time. Yea, but you were drunk and you only wanted to kiss her, but she was still the one to start it. And you know what they say about alcohol; it increases the libido but that doesn't necessarily reflect your actual feelings. Then what about that time on the bike? ….You didn't get to complete it, your dad interrupted.
Bella looked up at Rosalie, the blonde meeting her doe eyed look with one of partially lidded eyes. She was chewing on her full bottom lip and this only accented the need for Bella to kiss them. She decided she was going to do it. She had to know if her body only reacted to being touched by blonde, therefore meaning it would react this way to any girl touching her, or if it was only that way with her.
She placed a shaking hand on Rosalie's cheek, tilting her head up a bit. She shifted over so that she was hovering over the blonde's face. Rosalie hadn't said anything yet and Bella didn't know what to do about her silence.
"It looks like you have a bruise here too." This was it, the momentous moment that would determine everything. Her mouth dry from nerves, she finally pressed her lips to the blonde's. Gentle at first, she moved her lips more roughly as the Cullen responded and started kissing her back. Bella's stomach exploded into sparks at the joy of being able to kiss the blonde and to have her kiss back. She pressed down harder, forcing the blonde back down into the pillows. Bella lowered her body until it was on top of the others, her hands digging into blonde hair as fingers pulled at her brown hair, dragging her face closer. The room was full only of the sound of their mouths working together, Rosalie delving her tongue into Bella's and flicking it around, making the brunette moan excitedly in response. Yea, she definitely liked the blonde. Fuck, she groaned. What was she going to do now?
Kiss her more was her body's answer. But Rosalie had other ideas. Grabbing onto Bella's shoulders and stopping the kiss, she rolled them over and Bella was the one on the bottom now. Disoriented by the sudden switch in position she didn't have time to protest as Rosalie pushed up the brunette's v-neck shirt to reveal her gray bra. With expert hands she unclasped the material, Bella's breasts coming free.
What is she going to do? Bella got her answer a second later as the blonde took Bella's nipple in her mouth, hand coming to play with the other one.
"Oh fuck," Bella whimpered at the sensation of Rosalie's warm mouth sucking on her breast and the other one kneading it. She could feel her nipples stiffen in response and couldn't believe how good this all felt. She let out more whimpers, pulling the blonde's head closer to her chest, her hips starting to buck as the heat between her legs grew. She felt so hot down there, unlike any other time before; how could she withstand this heat and not burn through her pants?
She cursed again as Rosalie gave an extra hard suck, making her back arch up from the bed with a loud whine. Her head was growing fuzzy, all her energy pooling on dealing with the sensations overflowing her body right now. She wanted more, something to ease the tension between her thighs. Rosalie switched breasts, the one she had sucked on covered in saliva and feeling cold in the sudden abandonment but her hand came to occupy it making sure it wasn't alone for too long. Bella continued to buck and writhe under the blonde, cursing softly.
I have to touch her more, I want to touch her more, her mind told her. Only partially aware of what she was doing she ran her hands up and down Rosalie's naked back until she found the clasp of her bra and let it open. The blonde noted this, pausing in her motions. "What are you doing Bella?" she picked her head away from Bella's chest as the brunette sat up and pulled away the blonde's bra.
"I want to touch you too," she said, voice breathy and bent her head to Rosalie's ample chest. Mimicking the others actions she took to sucking on her nipples.
"Mhmmm," Rosalie breathed out, her body slackening forward, hand coming up to pet Bella's hair as the brunette worked. Her eyes fluttered shut, head rolling back as Bella grazed her nipple accidentally with her teeth. This went on for a couple of minutes, and Bella tried her best, wanting to please the blonde. She could sense the other girls quickening heartbeat, and her skin was even hotter than before.
"Bella, I have a-a-nother spot that needs healing," Rosalie mumbled out, a moan escaping her mouth at the end as Bella let her tongue swirl around her hard nipple. With a pop she pulled free, looking up at the blonde who was barely managing to keep her eyes open.
"Where is it?" she asked, eager to kiss the pain away, liquid energy running through her veins. The blonde shifted a bit back, spreading her legs apart and Bella swallowed hard, desire swirling heavily in her stomach at what Rosalie was asking her to do. Weren't things moving a bit too far? Bella had never done things like this before. Could she handle it? Would she be any good? It would be humiliating if she wasn't. But desire to try hard for the blonde pushed away any hesitancy she had. She was being given a chance to touch the blonde in her most intimate spot, and she was not going to pass it up.
She lowered her head to Rosalie's underwear, lips hovering over the material before she placed the lightest of kisses there, arousal swirling in her chest. She could sense how wet and hot the blonde was through the cloth, and this only made her more excited to do this. Rosalie's thighs twitched slightly at the light touch and one hand found its way into Bella's hair.
"It's throbbing with so much pain, can you fix it?" Her voice was husky with need and Bella pressed another kiss to the spot, this one longer and harder. Again Rosalie's thighs twitched, threatening to wrap around Bella's head. The brunette grabbed them from the outside to hold them still, her nails leaving marks in the already marked up flesh. Then she kissed the spot again, and again, each kiss rougher and wilder, her tongue coming out to play. Rosalie began to moan more openly now, her thighs shaking with each added kiss, her hand in Bella's hair pulling hard but Bella wasn't even bothered by the pain at this point, too wrapped up in her world between Rosalie's legs. "Bella," she breathed out, her voice becoming breathy and light in quality. "You need-you need," Rosalie paused to swallow down a groan as Bella ran down the entire length with her tongue, the material dripping now and not only from the brown haired girl's saliva.
"You need to take off the underwear," Rosalie at last got out causing Bella to withdraw her head. Right that's probably what should be done. She gave herself a mental smack on the head and propped herself on her elbows, sliding her pointer fingers into the elastic waistband of the underwear. She was about to slide it down when the loud opening and closing a door downstairs brought her out of her lust haze. Shit, her dad was back! She had entirely forgotten that she was supposed to get the blonde out of the house by now. Rosalie too heard the sound, exchanging a worried glance with Bella. Without a word the two set into motion.
"Quick, you have to get dressed and get out!" Bella whispered urgently as she jumped off the bed, fingers fumbling to clasp her bra closed. "I'll try to distract him, but you need to leave in the meantime!"
But Rosalie didn't need to be told twice. She ripped open the closet, just as Bella's dad called out, "Bella are you in the house? Bella are you here? Jacob called me."
Shit, Jake had called him and Bella had a good hunch what the boy had talked to him about. "Are you in your room, Bella?" There was a creak as Charlie took a step onto the first step of the stairs. Bella burst out of the room, sliding haphazardly to the top of the stairs.
"Yes, I'm here, I'm here!" she shrieked, colliding harshly with the wall next to the stair's. She tried to play it off by nonchalantly peeling herself off of the wall and propping her hand on the wall, other hand on hip. "Sup?" she coolly said as her heart hammered away. Charlie stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands on hips, mouth disapproving beneath his mustache.
"Why didn't you answer when I first called you? Do you know how worried I was?"
"Yea, sorry, I was, um, I was," Bella played with her hands, trying to come up with something. "Doing work while listening to music," she finished lamely.
"I heard from Jake that Rosalie was at our house again. That there was a fight with him and her. He called me because you kicked him out and were left with her by yourself. Is she still here?"
"No, no, no," Bella shook her hands and head together. "She left, she's gone."
"Really?" Charlie asked, eyebrow raised. He took another step up the stairs. "Because her bike is still outside."
Fuck, Bella had forgotten about that. "Well that's, I mean are you sure its not someone else's? I never saw any bike outside," Bella weakly said as her father took another step up the stairs.
"Bella, what's going on? You're acting really weird."
"Nothing." At this moment there was a loud thud from Bella's room. Bella paused and looked in the direction of her room. What was the blonde doing in there? Couldn't she be any quieter?
"What was that?" Charlie asked.
"Just, my, my textbook. It fell!" Bella cried out as her father started going up the stairs. Shit he was going to find Rosalie in the room. "No, don't go in!" She rushed to her door, her father speeding up when he saw with the urgency she moved. She only managed to grab the door and place her body against it, arms splayed out and facing her dad, before he made it upstairs and towered over her. "Bella what are you hiding?"
"Nothing! Nothing I swear."
"Then why are you standing outside the door. Let me in," Charlie said, growing impatient.
"I can't. You can't go in!"
"Why not? What are you hiding?"
"I'm not hiding anything." Bella shook her head vigorously, her voice going up in pitch. "Nothing. Just I need my privacy. You can't go into a girl's room." There was another loud thud inside. The fuck was Rosalie doing inside?
"That's it, I'm going inside," Charlie stated and pushed Bella away from the door.
"No, you can't!" Bella repeated in blind panic, trying to pull on her dad's shoulders but he just pushed ahead, grabbing the door handle and throwing open the door to her room.
A/N: I'm debating if I should write longer chapters, like this one, and have a longer release date or if I should stick with shorter ones and release them weekly. Decisions, decisions.
Also, start of a possible love triangle between Rosalie, Bella and Leah. What do you guys think? Should I evolve it, or just completely brush it away? I kinda wanna do it, just so that we can get more character development from Rosalie. And in this chapter, finally, finally, we get to see Bella grow some balls and stand up for what she believes in. Hopefully she can keep doing that for the remainder of the series, but we shall see.