It took me a while to update, sorry. This is a short filler chapter because I needed to get this one out of the way.
Trigger warning for non-consensual kissing (because Edward is an asshole wow wow)
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"The greatest trick the Devil ever played was convincing the world he did not exist." - Charles Baudelaire
Stone lips slam against hers.
It's a race, a fight, it's a kiss filled with desperation and angst. His teeth are biting, hands carefully cupping her face and tangling in her hair.
He was trying to pull her down with him. Stay with me, this kiss said, please please please please please, I need you, don't you know?
Why don't you love me anymore?
"Edward," Bella gasps, pain threaded into her voice, trying to pull away only to have his hands grip the back of her head even tighter. "Edward, let go."
He doesn't stop, he doesn't stop. He presses even harder, hand coming to grip her hip, slimy and cold tongue forcing its way into her mouth. It's all she can do to not gag.
"Edward. Let. Me. Go."
He moved to her neck, showing no signs of response, until- "Why?"
"Because I said to get the fuck off of me," Bella hissed, trying to push against his chest. "Now."
He just hummed and continued to nibble on her collar bone.
And now, and now she's starting to panic because what if he doesn't stop? What if he keeps going on and doesn't stop?
"Edward," she's sobbing now, pushing against his chest, "please stop!"
His response is a feral growl, hands gripping her tighter to his body, smothering her mouth with his.
She can't breathe. She can't fucking breathe. Bella's fighting with all her might because she does not want Edward touching her this way. She doesn't want Edward touching her at all. So she screams into his mouth, banging her fist on his chest.
She can feel him smile.
Edward continues on and doesn't show any signs of stopping until there's a knock at the door.
"Charlie," he gasps, and then he's letting her go, pushing her back against her pillows, leaving her to sob into her hand. Bella doesn't see Edward leave, but she knows he does when she can't feel the horror and utter fear inside of her system anymore.
"Bella?" Charlie knocks on the door, "are you okay? I heard you screaming. Can I come in?"
She blows shakily out of her mouth, runs a hand through her hair and tries to tame fear. "Yeah, Dad,"
The door creaks open and Charlie tentatively looks around the corner and towards Bella's red face. "Hey, bud." He smiles softly, "another nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"You okay?"
Bella nods, "I am now,"
"Good," Charlie shifts uncomfortably, but he still looks so concerned. "Do you need anything?"
"Can I go see Jacob?"
Charlie floors, "Absolutely! Of course you can honey!"
Bella grabs her leather jacket and helmet, "we'll be riding…"
"Be safe?" Charlies brings her into a hug and places a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Yeah. Love you, Dad."
. . .
Wind ripped through brown hair strands, yanking them much like Edward was this morning. Bella shivered, shaking her head and glaring into the air.
"Break! Bella, break! You're going too fast!" Jacob screams, already jumping after her as if he could've predicted this was going to happen.
Bella guns it. Leaning forward and grinning animalistically. This is what she needed. Blood sprinted through her veins; she was alive and kicking, she wished Edward would try that stunt again so she can could his ass.
Jacob ran after her laughter and crazed grin, smelling the blood and pain between her teeth. "Bella! Dammit, c'mon!"
. . .
"I can't believe you did that."
A thrown back head in laughter doesn't help his frustration. "God, that was so fun."
Jacob whirls around on her. "You crashed into a tree."
"So?" Bella shrugs, holding a newly injured arm against her chest. "I didn't hurt the bike."
"You hurt yourself!"
Bella breath hitches and her heartbeat burns in her head. Did he know that she did it on purpose? Because she did. She totally did it on purpose. She wanted to feel pain and see blood and every other sin spilled across the forest floor.
She deserved it for putting the Cullens in danger, for ripping their family apart. For lusting after a woman who is straight and is - was - married.
Bella was molded from sin. She deserved whatever fate and pain was coming for her.
She even deserved Victoria's wrath.
"I'm sorry," she winces, "God, you're probably going to get some shit from the Cullens."
"I'm not worried about your dumbass boyfriend. I'm worried about how hurt you are," Jake pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.
"Jake… I'm sorry." Bella stifled a sob, she's been so tired lately that every high emotion resulted in tears. "I just wanted to go fast."
He sits down next to her. "Things haven't been good?"
She thinks of slimy tongues and bronze hair and hurtful hands and says, "no."
"And… how are things with Rosalie?"
The pain that rocks through Bella makes her clench teeth. "Emmett left her." She can't stop the anger from lacing into her voice. She had a mild hatred for Emmett. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have had to seen Rosalie die right in front of her eyes.
Jake's black eyes widen, mouth going slack. "Wow."
"Yeah," she hisses and looks away from his probing face. If he asks her how she feels about it-
"You want to watch some Steven Universe?"
"Isn't the new one on? Story for Steven?"
"Yeah," Jake smiles, moving towards the TV, "have you seen it already?"
Bella grins and shakes her head. "No. But I heard it was fucking cute."
Jake hums, surfing through the channels until he find Cartoon Network.
But he stiffens and cocks his head. "Hm,"
"What?"
"It seems like one of your leeches is outside the treaty line." His eyes meet her fear-filled face. "And it isn't Edward."
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How many of you watched or have seen Steven Universe? It's cute, okay?
