1986, Arizona
Renee suddenly felt very empty. It was like there was a yawning chasm in her heart. Widening and deepening with every passing second. Isabella continued to stare at her mother curiously, observing the emotions warring on her face. Why won't mommy answer? Isabella wondered. Maybe because she really loves Phil more and is too kind to actually tell you the truth and break your heart, a tiny voice inside her head said. Suddenly Renee wasn't the only one whose world was falling apart.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This could not be happening, Renee thought helplessly. I have to end the affair now. It has gone on for too long. It is affecting my family. I have to stop now. Yes, she decided, I will call Phil now and talk to him. The decision eased the anxiety but could offer no help in order to stop the turmoil that was brewing ruthlessly inside her.
Oh God, Isabella found herself gaping. She really does love Phil more. Her mother's silence said it all.
Renee watched, perplexed, as her five year old little daughter suddenly ran to her room and shut the door with so hard a bang that the door frame shuddered. I will deal with Isabella later, she decided. First I need to talk to Phil.
Phil Dwyer woke up from a blissful sleep as he heard his phone ring in the living room. Lifting his heavy lids, he hissed as the bright sunlight filtering through the window touched his sensitive eyes. He felt a throbbing pain in his head and blood pounding in his temples. What the fuck? He hated waking up like this. But as he eyed the blond woman with big tits next to him, the regret immediately faded and was replaced with smugness. He recalled last night, feeling the pain in his head intensify slightly as the night's events flooded back. He met the stunning blonde, brought her home and took her on all fours, from behind. He could remember her screams of pleasure. Yes, it was a nice night. As the phone continued to ring insistently, he disentangled his body from the naked blonde's with a sigh and made his way to the living room to pick it up.
Renee listed as Phil screamed a string of profanities. She didn't retaliate. Because she really was everything he said: a desperate cheap whore, a slut with no class. She felt so weak. The only thing that kept her going was the idea of the happiness that was to come. She would be free of the affair that had seemed so frivolous and daring before but was now nothing than a burden. Phil finally hung up. Renee felt light hearted, even happy. She had given Phil the news. It was over.
Phil did not take the news well. Who the fuck did the bitch think she was? Who the fuck gave her the right to break up with him? This was so fucked up. Phil felt himself getting angrier. It was the idea of the presence of the bombshell blonde in his room and of course of sweet revenge which finally calmed him and brought a sick sadistic smile on his face. He heard a groan from his room, indicating that miss big tits was finally up. Time for round two.
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1986, Chicago
Edward once again found himself in the Masen's basement. He happily played with the wooden train. His young mind did not even register it but this was the first he actually behaved like a child.
Mr Masen watched Edward. It felt so good to see the boy look so carefree. It was a nice change. If only Mr and Mrs Cullens weren't such cold people. Their son would have been so different.