Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer. However, the plot does belong to me, as for it was my idea.

Quote: "What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for."

Music: Tears don't fall - Bullet For My Valentine

Chapter Six: Two Secrets

-Edward's POV-

I never thought I would see the day, that no matter what I did, my body would be flee the feeling of pain. To my great surprise, Jasper and I had been able to complete the task easily with a twenty-four pack of beer and two bottles of whiskey, each. I had been drunk loads of times, to the point where I was completely wasted, and ended passing out wherever my arms could drag me, but this time was different.

In my mind, I felt wide awake, but my body was numb and unmovable. I had pinched myself several times, and still I could feel no pain. The only thing that I felt was a hard achy throb in my chest, like something was missing, no, someone. I didn't know what was causing it, but whatever it was, it was winning, and that was the worst pain anyone could feel.

Jasper and I had started drinking fifteen minutes after I had talked to Bella, which had been at seven o'clock. We had started drinking at a slow pace, listening to music and talking about our lives, only getting beer out of the mini fridge that I had in my room when the other had finished, which wasn't often since we were just sipping on them. I had complained about everything until the point where I knew I he was completely bored, but he never showed the slightest bit of boredom. Now that was a true friend.

We talked about Alice and Rosalie, and Bella as well. Jasper let me in on something he'd been planning for a long time, and it was on asking my sister to marry him in December, around Christmas, around the time my child was supposed to be born. I thought it was awesome how good they got along, and I had wished him and her the best of luck, hoping everything would come out as he planned.

Why couldn't good things like that happen to me? Was my destiny meant to be prone to bad things always happening to me? That was something I would probably never know.

After the first twelve pack had finished, slightly buzzed, we got out the other one, and continued to drink, faster and more motivated than before. Perhaps it was the loud, drum beating music that we were listening to, or perhaps it was because I was trying to cure the achy pain in my chest that wouldn't go away, I wasn't for sure.

"What do you think about doing, Edward, about Bella and the baby? I mean, don't you want to be a part of the baby's life?" Jasper asked.

"Of course I want to be apart of my child's life. It's just hard though. Bella tries to keep as much distance from me as possible, and then there's Rosalie. It's hard when your in love with someone, and you're having a child with another."

He chuckled. "Well that is where you messed up. We all have our mistakes, I know, but this one is one that no one is going to be able to give you suggestions on. It's kind of like game of poker. If you have a perfect hand, you'll get the best prize, but if you have a loosing hand, you'll end up with something you don't really want."

I laughed. "Okay, so perhaps I get the loosing hand, there's no way to regain the perfect one, correct?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "Once you loose something precious to you, it's rare to ever see it return. If it does, that means you're a fucking genius at poker, but if it doesn't, it's just a flashing light in your brain, reminding you of the prize that you've lost forever."

I frowned. In my heart, I knew what I wanted, but I had the feeling that I was going to be dealt with the loosing hand, and I would loose everything that I wanted, forever. "You know you're good at putting words together, you should become a writer, Jazz," I laughed.

"Well, I've been writing for a while now. A couple years, actually. It seems a little corny, only Alice and you know about it. She's read some of my works, and she said if I was to really put my mind on writing something good, and long enough, I could succeed in that type of career."

"Well, when Alice tells you something like that, it's usually right. For some reason, she can tell when someone's going to excel in certain things, and when their going to fail."

"Then you should ask her what hand your going to be dealt."

"But when it comes to poker, Jasper, if you let another person see your cards, you usually end up loosing."

"I didn't think you knew how to play poker?"

"I don't, but I think I get the aspects of it."

"You catch on fast."

"I'm an overachiever, what can I say?"

We both laughed. "Maybe at school, but at girls, you suck."

I nodded with a frown. "Tell me about it."

The beer began to taste more and more like water, and the thirstier and thirstier I started to get. We didn't really talk much after that, just laid back and listened to the music. He agreed to show me how to play poker if I'd let him borrow my writing tip book, since I was good at writing poems, so we made it a deal.

One after another, the cans began to scatter, and when we'd finally ran out, we were incapable of having someone get us more because it was already too late. So, sneaky as always, we went down into the basement, and I stole four 16 oz bottles of whiskey, that left you shitfaced if you drank too much of it, that belonged to my father. He only drunk whenever he had colleagues over for a meeting, so we ran, or stumbled really, back upstairs to my room and began to drink on it.

The hard hit of the whiskey wasn't settling with my stomach, that was filled with a taco salad, and a twenty-four pack of beer. After a few more sips, the burning sensation faded and so did the pain in my body. The achy spot in my chest felt like it was trying to fade, only a light throb, kind of like a pulse, was left in it's place.

After the second bottle, I ended up in the bathroom, puking my brains out. I felt like such a sucker, completely wasted by all the alcohol that I had contained inside me. Well, inside me and all over the bathroom. My cheek rested against the cold tile of the floor, too weak to get up, and my eyes drifted closed.

I had her in my arms. I could feel every detail of her body through the tight, sexy black mini dress with the low-cut in the chest area she was wearing. Her body was pressed against mine as I kept her warm.

That's all I was supposed to be doing, but I couldn't keep the thoughts of her out of my head by the way she was dressed. My fingers ran gently down her back. The back of the dress was exposed down to ending of her waist, and you could see the see through lacy thong she was wearing, and my arousal hardened more when she sighed from the touch of my sweaty, hot hand.

"Mm, your hand feels good, keep it there," she whimpered softly into my ear.

I obeyed, only moving my hand up and down her back instead of keeping it still. She shivered several times, and each time her body pushed more and more against mine.

"I can get you warmer if you'd like," I whispered seductively into her ear.

"Really? And how's that?" She moaned softly.

"I'll show you," I whispered.

I turned her over so she would lay on her stomach, and straddled myself gently over the back of her legs, so she could feel none of my weight, and my hands began to run gently over her back. She sighed quietly many times until I added my lips, and then moans began to slip out.

I kissed all around the back of her neck, biting lightly at the base of her neck and shoulder, and that's when the sounds of her moans would cry louder. I kissed down her back, my hands running inside of the dress, running up and down her sides, and reaching to where the dress barely covered her ass. My teeth brought down the exposure of the thong she was wearing, and licked, and lightly bit and sucked on the place where it'd been.

Her body began to move, unable to control the warmth that was gathering between her legs, so I gently turned her over. Her hair laid out like a brown puddle over the pillow, and she bit on her lower lip, slightly embarrassed as her guilty eyes showed the lust she was feeling. Her face was a blur to me, like I wasn't meant to see who it was.

"You want more, my love?" I asked her.

"Mhm, give me more, Edward," she whimpered softly.

I hovered over her, bringing her arms above her head, and my lips trailed kisses from the beginning of her wrists, down to her shoulders. My teeth brought down both straps off her arms, and my hands brought down the part that barely covered her bust.

Her perfectly sized breasts laid innocently against her chest, and I licked my lips at the sight.

"I can't get over how honestly beautiful you are," I muttered.

My hands groped them gently, rubbing them into my hands and her breath accelerated. My fingers gently pinched at her already aroused nipples, and when one of my hands moved, my mouth replaced it by running my tongue over it, biting it teasingly as I slowly started to suck on it.

She tried to muffle her moaning cries, but she was incapable, softly saying my name and how good it felt. When I finished, I moved to the other one, giving it the same number of attention as I did the other, and then my lips moved lower.

My fingers groped the side of the dress, slowly tugged it down as she lifted up her body to lower it down her legs. The only thing that she wore was the lacy thong that I'd played with before. My hands gently pushed the sides of her thighs to open her legs, and my hand slipped up to her middle, my fingers teasing her covered opening.

Her body quickly reacted. Her back arched at my touch, and so I roughed my touch just a little. My thumb slipped underneath the lacy fabric to rub her clit, as two of my fingers rubbed her now wetter opening. Her breath began hitched, and I decided it was time for more.

I pulled the straps of her skimpy thong down her legs, and I kissed my way back up, until my mouth reach her opening, and my tongue slowly entered her wet entrance, my finger continuing to play with her clit.

I licked the wet fluids that I'd caused her body to release and then my tongue reentered, licking deeper into her, teasing her tight pussy.

"Oh.. Edward.. i-it feels so good," she muttered aloud, her fingers gripping into my hair

"And you taste delicious, love," I said as my tongue started to tease her clit, as my two fingers slowly entered between her two swollen lips. My fingers slowly glided in and out of her, matching the pace of her moans, and they slowly increased as she did as well, crying out that she wanted me inside her.

"Edward, please, I want you inside me. Now. I can't wait any longer." She rose up, her lips meeting mine, kissing me feverishly as she quickly unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing. She pushed it off as I did my pants, and when I started to lay her back, she stopped, making me lay down instead.

"I still can't get over how large you are," she muttered as she rubbed her hand delicately over my package, causing me to sigh quietly. She straddled me, her hand rubbing the head of my member over her wet entrance, teasing me. We both started to moan and then I slipped inside her, both our backs arching, and then our love making started, lasting for a long while.

That was the only time I was able to spend intimate times with Bella, in my dreams.

- (He thinks he's dreaming, but he's really awake) -

"How long has he been like this, Jasper? He could have had an alcohol overdose! Did you know that? The both of you," Alice's voice exclaimed.

"I don't know, an hour maybe? I dozed off, and when I got up to pee he was in there. You know how Edward is when he's drinking, he can handle anything. I thought I'd be the one passed out in the bathroom, but it sure doesn't seem like it," said Jasper.

"Damn, I should kick your ass. I should literally kick your ass, Jasper! Get up, Edward. Get your damn ass up!" She yelled, kicking Edward in the leg.

I winced.

"Alice, stop, your going to hurt him. Just forget it, I'll get wake him up," Bella said.

I felt her rub where Alice had kicked me on my leg, and her hand rubbed against my back. "Edward, why did you do this for? It was completely unnecessary," she said to herself.

"Wake up, please, we have to get you out of here. This bathroom reeks, and if your parents were to see it like this, you'd be in trouble. Please, wake up," she said, nudging me urgently. "One of you, help me carry him to his bed, there is no way he's going to wake up anytime soon."

"Bella, you can't carry him, you're pregnant! Move, we'll get him," Alice said, and Jasper and her approached me, lifting my limp body, and carrying me to the bed.

"Where's the bathroom cleaners at, Alice? I'm going to clean this mess up," Bella asked from the bathroom.

"Don't be crazy. It is Edward's mess, let him clean it up when he wakes up. If my parents see it than that's his problem not mine," said Alice.

"I wouldn't want for him to get in trouble. It was an accident, he just drank too much."

"Right, take up for him why don't you? It's under the sink in the cabinet. You should get your ass in there and clean it Jasper, it's your fault too!" She hissed.

The sound of Bella squirting the cleaning chemicals came from the bathroom, and the disgusting smell started to fade from the room as well.

"It isn't my fault that he got shitfaced. I mean, we both did, but he just wasn't able to handle," said Jasper.

Alice just shook her head. "I wonder how shitfaced he's going to get whenever he finds out Bella's leaving?"

"What? What do you mean?"

She nodded. "She's leaving tomorrow night to go back to Arizona with her mom. It's too hard for her to cope here, so she's going to be home schooled by her aunt so she doesn't have to go to school during the pregnancy. It's the best, I think. She doesn't have anyone here. It isn't like dumb ass here is going to take the responsibility of her and the baby," she said, smacking me hard against the head.

"He's not going to allow her to leave," Jasper retorted.

"She already said there isn't anything going to stop her. It's too late now, he's lost any chance with her."

Tears were running unstoppably down my face. I thrashed against the bed, everything spinning around me as I opened my eyes. "I need her here now, I need her to be here with me. Go get her from my house, I need her here," I muttered through tears.

"Edward, what's the matter? What are you talking about?" Alice asked, concerned.

"I love her, I love her. I've got the winning hand, she's mine. Make her leave, I want her. She's the only love I ever want to have, make her leave."

"Edward, what in the hell are you talking about? What is he talking about Jasper?"

"I have no idea," he shrugged.

"What's the matter with him?" Bella's voice sounded from the bathroom.

"He's going crazy, that's what is wrong. He's gone completely bizerk."

"Shut the fuck up, Alice. Tell her to leave, I want to keep her! I love her, only her. I love her, Alice! Please go get her so she can be with me, please!"

"Who do you love, Edward? You want me to go get Rosalie? Its three o'clock in the dam-"

"Bella," I interrupted, answering her question. Three gasps filled the room, and that was the last thing that I heard before I fell back asleep.

A/N: Yes, yes I know, another cliff hanger. It's a short chapter, and I don't put that much detail into his POV, but I plan to do the next one in his POV as well, unless my thoughts change and just wait until later on. I had to add a dream lemon into it, just because lots of people think of that when they're drinking, lol. It's not as good as the others, but I hope you like it. REVIEWS, PM's, and FLAMES allowed. They all motivate me. Another four days for the next, as usual..! Thanks!
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