A/N: *avoids flying tomatoes* I'm so sorry! I've been very busy lately, with school. This is a short chapter about Bella's life in Pheonix. Please review.
Song: Story of a Girl by Nine Days
Previously….
He grabbed my hair and pulled it at the root, and started to slow down, become less urgent. I concentrated on his panting, and his hot breath on my face as he kissed down my face and my jaw. My legs slid off his hips, and I leaned against the door. He released me.
"So Bella, what brings you to Forks?"
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BPOV:
I tensed up, not knowing if I should really tell him. He looked at me longingly, staring forever into my brown eyes, his golden ones smoldering.
"Uhm… well," I started, digging a Marlboro Mild out of my back pocket, "I had some… complications at home, and I moved out my shitty excuse for a mother's house, and lived with my friend Jacob for a while." I paused while Edward lit my cigarette, and I inhaled the smoke, letting nicotine fuel through my head, clearing it up.
This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
Edward was confused. "Jacob lives here, in Forks?"
I laughed. "No, he was in Phoenix, too. But there were… problems there, as well. So I moved here, with my dad." My voice shakily added, "Hopefully it goes better here."
Edward's gaze was still intent on my face. His velvet voice flooded my ears like a beautiful melody, "What sort of complications did you have at your mom's?"
While she looks so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her when she smiles.
I slid down the wall, my arms squeaking against the plaster, and locked my arms around my legs, sitting on the hard linoleum. Edward sat Indian-style across from me, holding out his hand for a drag of my cigarette. I waited until he handed he back, and gazed at his lips longingly as he exhaled. If only he could forget about this and just let me kiss those lips again…
I shook my head and righted myself, continuing my story. "Well, she was a regular crack whore, and I promised myself from the time I understood what was going on, that I'd never fuck my life up with that shit. I recognized the difference between good drugs and bad drugs at an early age, I guess you could call me self aware. Anyway, my junkie bitch mom, used to fuck loads of disgusting guys at our apartment. It was a utility apartment, by the way. One room. It was pretty unbearable. But sometimes, my mom wasn't enough for them. So she'd sit by, getting high with the little money we had, watching them have their way with me." My voice was very small by the time I was done with my story, and I closed my eyes, letting a single tear escape my lids, but no more.
How many days in a year?
She woke up with hope, but she only found tears.
I felt Edward's cold hand cup my face, and I leaned into it, not opening my eyes. I was embarrassed. He leaned in and kissed my tear away, hushing me sweetly. He took my face and put his lips to my ear, leaving a cool, soothing breath on it as he whispered. "Sh, Bella. It's not your fault. You couldn't help it. Sh, love. I'm here. I'm here."
I sighed and opened my eyes, putting my hand over Edwards. "Thank you, Edward."
And I can be so insincere,
Making her promises never for real
He smiled warmly. "I'm here," he said again.
I continued my story. "It's so sick to admit that after a while, I started enjoying myself. Enjoying their rough touches, confusing physical love," (or lack there of) "and real love. When I moved in with Jacob, I totally let him take advantage of me. I knew I didn't love him." Edward stroked my face, keeping very quiet.
As longs as she stays there waiting,
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes
I looked up at him, feeling myself flush. "But Edward, I feel like there may be something more… with you."
He took my face and kissed me, very sweetly, saying again, "I'm here."
How many days disappear?
When you look in the mirror so how do you choose?