Thanks a million for the reviews it really means alot. Since this is completely for my own enjoyment and for those who enjoy it I won't stop writing this one. I'll finish it hopefully but please, please review. It means alot as stated above. I'll be taking turns with the POV's and dealing with their habits. I probably won't do them justice but bare with me here, please. Emmett is now, hope I did him justice with mention of the others and Lauren Mallory. His bad smell. Haha,
~Emmett~
by KellmettRocksThatHat
"Emmett, please," Lauren begged, gripping at my forearm, reaching for the little plastic bag I was holding in my other hand contain two dozen pink little tablets.
"Piss off," I snapped, shaking her off roughly as she fell at my feet, clawing at my leg. I repressed a sigh and refrained myself from kicking her dope ass home.
"No, please I'll do anything just give me one," She said with a knowing nod. I sighed and rolled my eyes that dumb ass bitch would do anything to get a score and get laid.
"Listen if you want to get laid, crawl up a chicken's ass and wait. Don't come crawling to me you and don't even think about coming for one of my babies," I said, with a scowl on my face as I took in the appearance of Lauren.
She was tall, scrawny. Her hair was blond and matted with dirt and her ratty clothes hung off her loosely. She took a deep breath and let her face fall into his normal scowl.
She quickly jumped to her feet and slapped at my arm roughly. Probably just to feel me. I laughed at her broken charade. Being needy really wasn't her specialty and she tossed her hair behind her shoulder.
"See you later, bitch," I laughed darkly, walking out of the front doors of the hostel I was recently staying at in Iowa. The sunlight hit me at full force and I debated going back into the shade, recoiling from the monstrous sun. I sighed, not wanting to face Lauren again. She was a such a parasitic and seemed infatuated with me. She should have followed the others example and stayed the hell away from me.
It wasn't like she was different like me it was just, well she was a cow. Really, no one liked her and since I didn't give her as hard a time as the others she stuck around me like a bad smell and seriously she did smell bad. Like toe fungus.
I ignored the looks I was getting, of lust and of pity and of course the morbid disgust. I shrugged to myself, tucking the plastic bag further into my jean pocket.
I cast a look back at the hostel where a bunch of teenage girls were filing in, falling on top of each other. I rolled my eyes and saw a bottle of Jack Daniel's in one of the girls hand and smiled, instantly remembering Rose. Of course she would have given up on her habit by now. She had when I had last time I had seen her, when we were discharged from the clinic. But then again so had I but she was stronger than I and more driven.
Of course thinking of Rosalie brought me around to thinking of the others. Jasper and Edward, Alice and then little Bella. I say little because she was tiny, seriously if I was hungry I would have ate her. I began to wonder whether they had kicked the habit. It wasn't like I didn't know that they were fine I kept tabs on them. Pretty much like a big brother especially on Bella. She was always so fragile and small. She seemed fine when I saw her last, ten years ago but I always doubted she could truly give up her addiction.
Alice was the little spunky one in the group, you would never think that she tried to end her life. She always thought she could see things like a physic but we figured she was delusional as well as suicidal. Of course she would have overcome her problems, she was so full of life.
Jasper was the dark one, the one who never really showed emotion when he rarely did and usually it was to Alice. No one really understood why, they were complete opposites of the very complex spectrum. He was strong and he seemed so angry at his father, the evil bastard.
Edward was battling an addiction, like me, but was hooked on all sorts of drugs plus I think he was kind of a sex addict. He was the cocky, arrogant, lovable little son of a bitch. He was so assured of himself, better than us. He knew he could conquer.
Bella was fighting anorexia. I remember the first day she came into the clinic. None of the others were there at the time and I noticed Bella straight away. She was so tiny and skinny, rips prominent through her clothes, her frazzled appearance, her shy tendency. And when Mike, cutter, began to hang around her like an even worse stench than Lauren I saw she was different. Like me. Safe to say I took her under my very, muscled 'wing' and protected her like a little sister.
Rosalie. Well even to this day her name made me smile as I remembered her saucy little smile or how she rolled her eyes as I asked a dumb question that I knew but I asked it anyway, to break the silences that lingered over us. When I first met her she walked in through the doors, looking meager, dreading the fact she was here.
At first she ignored me, fighting with me vulgarly. But her and Bella seemed to hit it off and for once I was jealous of mini me. So we fought, I asked her why she was keeping Rosalie's secret from me and then she told me. Told me how Rosalie was raped and beaten by that evil chode so I was patient. I helped her as best I could. I tried not to be upset when she flinched away from me or hyperventilated when I was the only one in the room and eventually along with her alcoholism her fear of men vanished. She helped me, to some extent, forget about my steroids.
But now I was alone again, back where I began in the slums of Iowa. Dealing and being dealt, paying with the little money I had. With ratty clothes as my only possession and that stupid picture I kept in my pocket of the six of us at the clinic so young and different. As hard as it may be to believe being there, with my family, with Rosalie and Bella, it was the best time of my miserable life. Apart from the shrinks and all those meetings and of course being completely sober and monitored like some freak.
I crossed the street, almost being knocked over in the process. I smiled innocently at the male driver, who cursed loud enough for me to hear and I slowly, purposely backed up so I was standing right into front of his car. I flexed my right arm and then slowly, real slow I drew up the other one and kissed it and to top it off I blew a kiss and skipped off onto the pathway. Really who cared about fitting in? As long as you were secretive about not wanting to you were normal to bad I did nothing normally.
The walk to the library was usually dull, glimmers of interest sparked across people's dull face as they took in my large form but never anything special. Yes, I said library. Just because I was a hobo, addict didn't mean I was stupid. Plus they had a computer and the Internet, the way I kept tabs on the others. Oh yeah.
It was a red brick building on the corner of Lauren's Street. And to the onlooker it was quiet obvious it was the library. The main reason because in big bold letters strewn across the front and side it said Lauren Street Library.
I flew up two flights of stairs, finally getting to the top floor, where Aggie was their lounging back in her chair, feet kicked up on the table, glasses propped up on her nose, magazine held in front of her.
"Hey, Aggie," I boomed, causing her to jump and a delicate pink touch her wrinkly old cheeks, instantly reminding me of Bella. I chuckled.
"What you reading? Old Men 'N Me?" I guffawed, with a risen eyebrow as I casually strolled over to the line of computers where only one or two were taken up, as usual. I plopped down in the old wooden chair, barely able to keep me up as I hastily typed in 'death notices'. It was a handy way of checking. Of course I had to go hundreds of names a day but I didn't really care. They were my family even if I no longer saw them. It wasn't like I had better things to do.
I came here every day for the last six years checking each and every death notice in America, checking if my old friends had happened to be on it. I didn't know where they lived, whether they were married or had kids but I made damn sure I knew if they were dead. It killed me I never stayed in contact but I doubted anyone of us really did. It was weird like that. Most of us parted on bad terms with the other. Edward and Bella the ever so hateful friends slash enemies.
Bella had a school girl crush on him when he first arrived. But Edward really was a moody bastard when he choose to be. So, one day he caught her staying from across the room, walked over and said something like.
"I'll never screw you, you scrawny bitch, so stop staring at me" Because he was ever the gentlemen like that. That really drove it home for Bella. She cried for days, stuffing her face more so than usual and I had often seen Edward watching with a pleased expression like he had hoped for this reaction. That she would eat extra to make up for the lack of in the last couple of months. That was the reason I didn't beat seven shades of shit out of him.
I'm not even sure why we all left on bad terms. It was something so small, so trivial that seemed so important then and I can't even place why the reason was now. But now I was grown, at least to some extent with my child like actions still downing my mental age to at least twenty, and all I really wanted was my family back but they probably moved on. Forgot about me like a distant memory even my little Bella and strong minded Rosalie. I was nothing special now, a user, who hung on tightly to the past more so than the chance of a good future. I was alone whether I liked it or not and it was better that way for them. They didn't need someone who never passed the habit bringing them down. I would still jump at the chance to see them, spy even. But something told me I wasn't needed as the big protector anymore.
A part of my brain rejected the fact beautiful, smart, hot Rosalie had moved on. That she needed me but it was trying to make me happy. Perhaps Bella, my frail partner in crime might like to see me. I missed her like a right arm but still it was Rosalie my heart ached for. As much as I wish I wouldn't think of them so much I was afraid to forget them.
Jimmy Edwards
Deirdre Martin
Sven Sergio
I sighed and let out a strained struggle at the name Sven Sergio. I scrolled down quickly, watching the screen intently but nothing came and soon I had finished, relieved as I didn't see even one familiar name and as I scrolled up once more my breath caught in my breath and then I saw her name. No not one of my families but my families family.
Renee Swan
I quickly clicked into the name and let out a jagged breath I didn't even realize I was holding.
Renee Emily Swan beloved, wife and mother of Charlie and Bella Swan who we pass our condolences. Funeral at seven thirty on Saturday twenty first of July in Forks Washington.
I slapped my palm to my forehead and hissed bitterly as today was the twenty fist and it was ten o'clock in the morning. I would never get there in time. I whipped out a pen from my pocket and write Forks, Washington on my head. It was somewhere I had heard of briefly and as far as I knew it was near Seattle. I pushed my chair back, knocking it to the floor and without further speech I sprinted down the stairs and out the entrance, running hurriedly for the next bus at the station on O'Brien Street.
My thoughts a happy jumble as I thought of seeing a face I hadn't seen near a decade even if it was from tormoil that I had come to now where she lived. Bella needed me and if she didn't I needed her and I couldn't lose her again.