A Bad Deal?
A Mess of Things
Bella had to call Rosalie's name three more times before the blonde stirred. She slowly picked up her head, her gaze unfocused. She looked dreadful, bags under her eyes and eyes bloodshot. Even her usually perfect hair was a wild mess.
"Bella?" she slurred out heavily, almost in surprise. She had been drinking and heavily if the empty bottle by her was any indication.
"Rosalie, are you okay? What's going on? Who did this to your house-" Bella began only to stop when she saw Rosalie was struggling to get up, one hand on the wall for balance. "Don't get up. You're drunk. You need to lie down and go to bed."
"Bella," Rosalie now growled out lowly. "You bitch."
Oh oh. Why did Bella had a bad feeling this was going to go south?
"Rosalie-" she tried to appease. "You're drunk-"
"How could you do that!"
"What-?" Bella furrowed her brows. "Is this about me and Alice?"
"Of course it fucking is!" Rosalie threw out her hand. "How could you fucking do that to me! How could you do that to me behind my back? I thought we had a deal!"
Bella sighed guilty. She supposed she owed Rosalie some sort of explanation. "I never meant it to turn out that way. It just happened, and I'm sorry it did and-"
"Are you fucking her?" Rosalie screamed out, making Bella flinch at the volume.
"I-"
"I said, are you fucking her?"
Did Rosalie know that Bella and Alice were still-? The expression on Bella's face must have said everything because Rosalie erupted into a fit of anger. She strode angrily over to the brunette, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Why are you sleeping with her? Why? Why pick her of all people?"
Bella began to back up in panic, trying to pry Rosalie's fingers off of her, but the blonde was too strong. Bella felt her back hit the wall and now she was pinned to it, the blonde hovering over her angrily. "Rosalie, calm down. Yelling will get you nowhere." Bella tried to reason, hoping the girl would snap out of her anger.
"You don't need her. You don't. I can fuck you better than she can."
Holy shit, did Rosalie really just say that? Bella felt arousal hit her sharply between her legs even through the slight fear she felt at the blonde's erratic behavior.
"Rosalie-!" Bella gasped out. "Stop this you're not of sound mind right now."
Rosalie didn't listen. Her anger had dispersed into something else now, her eyes flashing with need. She let got of Bella's shoulders, instead placing her hands on her hips, fingers pressing in possessively. "Why won't you let me fuck you better?" she whispered.
Bella knew her face was red, knew her heart was no longer pounding out of fear. She liked that suggestion- she very much wanted it to come true, but she couldn't do this. Couldn't let Rosalie jerk her around emotionally. Rosalie would do it, and then she'd push Bella away, be disgusted by her once more.
"Rosalie you are drunk and you don't mean it," Bella said sternly, trying to flush away the tantalizing images of Rosalie and her in bed, touching each other, kissing each other, cuddling together warmly.
"I mean it. I really do," Rosalie hotly whispered, bringing her mouth closer to Bella's ear causing the brunette to shiver at the touch. In her chest hope fluttered and she wished nothing more that it would be true. But it wasn't- it couldn't be. Bella wasn't going to delude herself with feelings for people who would never like her back.
"You won't be saying that later," Bella directed her hand to cup Rosalie's chin so she could stare the girl directly in the eye; as if this way the truth would finally sink in to her. "You'll only regret it later like you did at the party."
But Rosalie wasn't listening. Her eyes had half lidded and she had taken Bella's actions as an invitation. She crashed her lips against Bella's, teeth nearly knocking together. Bella's surprised yelp was lost, swallowed up by Rosalie's greedy mouth. The blonde's kiss was bruising, desperate and Bella left out a moan despite herself. No matter how much she tried to get rid of her crush, it was still there, leaving her desiring for Rosalie's kisses and touches.
Rosalie's hands came up to cup Bella's cheeks, her leg sliding in between Bella's. Bella initially jumped at the touch, not expecting Rosalie to be so bold. Oh god, is she serious about sleeping with me? Bella realized with a hint of panic and exaltation. Shit, what did she do now? She didn't want Rosalie to do something while drunk. It would be wrong to let it happen.
With much reluctance Bella pulled her lips away, prying Rosalie's hands from her face. She had to hold them by the wrists so that the blonde couldn't move them back to where they were. Rosalie's chest with heaving and her cheeks were tinged with red. "Bella," she whined, pressing her leg in closer to the apex of Bella's thighs in an effort to resume their kissing when she couldn't use her hands.
"Rosalie, no," Bella said sternly, having to clear her throat at first. "I don't want to sleep with you. So I wont."
It took a moment for this to sink in and when it did, Rosalie looked devastated. As if her heart had been ripped out. Her eyes quickly filled up with tears that fell down her cheeks. She bit her lip to try and hold back her sobs but she couldn't. "Why are you like this? Why do you keep hurting me?"
"Uh." Bella was completely floored. She had never thought Rosalie capable of crying. Of not being a boss bitch. But here she was, wearing sweats, hair a mess, and utterly breaking down. What had happened? Was she overreacting because of the alcohol or had Bella truly done something wrong?
"You keep hurting me over, and over. Was it not enough before that you l-left me all alone a-after we swore to be best friends?" Rosalie's head had dropped down, hair like a curtain, covering her misery. Her hands shook in Bella's hold and the brunette unconsciously tightened her grip on them as if this could somehow help the blonde. "W-we had so much fun, and that s-s-summer was the best one ever, and then you left and didn't even say anything. I was so lonely and s-so upset. I hurt for so long. You were my only friend."
"Rosalie-" Bella could barely understand what the girl was saying through her sobs.
"And now you finally came back, and you didn't remember me. And that h-hurt too. Why didn't you remember me? Why? I h-had to pretend not to know you. I had to be mean. And I was mean. Because you hurt me. And I wanted to hurt you how you hurt me."
"Rosalie," Bella said the blonde's name softly now, feeling her own eyes fill up with tears. She didn't want the blonde to be in pain. She didn't want her to be sad.
"And now you've hurt me again. Now you're with Alice." Rosalie's wails increased in volume at this and she buried her head in Bella's shoulder. Bella wrapped her arms around the shaking blonde's shoulders and held her close as she continued to sob.
Bella was worried. Worried because some memory deep inside her was drawing up to the surface. A memory of a summer long ago where she had meet a pretty young girl by the river. A memory she had long forgotten until now.
She licked her lips, her mouth feeling dry. Her voice came out shaky.
"Rosalie, were you Rose?"
A/N: About time Bella remembers.
