Chapter 2: Sabotage Part I
"Fuck ALL of you. You don't have to comprehend my feelings for him. If you don't like it, you can kiss my ass. Now whatcha got to say about that?" – Isabella M. Swan
Bella
"Excuse me, sir. Can you buy me a ticket to Seattle?"
I was standing outside the Amtrak station in Phoenix looking for someone to help me purchase a ticket to get the hell out of dodge. I'd recently discovered not many people will buy a train ticket for a minor. Asking more than twenty strangers, my hopes of ever leaving this dreadful place was wearing thin. Momma and Phil didn't know I was gone yet and I needed to be on my way to Forks before they established that fact. I had enough of my mom signifying that I was delusional about her bastard husband, Phil McGrady.
My mom, Renee, used to be my best friend in the world until she met him. Ever since she got with involved Mr. Dream-of-Making-It-to-the-Major-Leagues,she'd become a completely different person.
I didn't even know who she was anymore. Every time her friends came over to our house, she'd brag about him. "Phil's so wonderful." "Phil just bought us this house" "If I still lived in Forks with Charlie, I wouldn't have met Phil".
When they married, momma ignored me altogether. I became a third wheel in her relationship and her life. Mommy Dearest became all about Team McGrady, leaving me home most of the time to go watch him at batting practice. Phil used to be a baseball coach at my school and I've seen how he played. The man couldn't hit a ball worth a damn. How he'd even gotten into the Minor Leagues was beyond me.
Renee blinded herself with his local fame which was why she overlooked his Chester the Child Molester conduct in the first place. From the moment I shook his hand, he'd given me a bad vibe. You don't need to be an expert to know when someone rubs you the wrong way.
Phil certainly rubbed me, that's for sure.
When he hugged me, he would hold for an elongated time and rub circles on my back with his palm. On the couch, he'd trap me by the armrest and rub my neck when he watched the game. I hated sitting next to him at the dinner table. My mom had a bad habit of telling jokes when we ate together. Every time Phil cackled at something my mother said, he'd reach under the table and rub from my knee to my thigh. Yes, he did all this right under my mother's nose and she refused to believe any of it ever happened.
Phil knew his actions were wrong, which was why he went out of his way to buy me things. I guess that was his sick means of declaring he wanted me to remain quiet.
'Hey Bella, I got you that new Sugar Ray CD you told your mom about.' 'I saw these earrings and necklace. I thought they'd look great on you, so I had to get them.' 'Had some leftover concert tickets. Maybe you could go with your friends from school.' 'Remember that bike you wanted at the store last month? Surprise!'
Those actions went on for five long months. When he performed his final act of 'accidentally' walking in on me taking a shower, I'd had enough of his bullshit. Something had to be said. So one day, when my mom actually found enough strength to break away from her overly affectionate other half, I told her what Phil had been doing.
Her response?
"Oh don't take it personal, Isabella. He doesn't mean it in that way. I think you're just imagining things, honey."
That night I cried uncontrollably until I fell asleep. A week later, I told her once more about Phil's inappropriate behavior and she brushed it off yet again like it was nothing. Why wouldn't she listen to me? I was her daughter! She had an obligation to believe what I told her. The third time I brought it up to her, we had a family meeting about it where—as expected—he lied about ever doing those things to me. Like the ass that she was, my momma put her trust in her husband and left me in the cold.
"Bella, I know young girls get crushes on older men, but my goodness! You can't make stuff up of this nature! Phil takes care of us extremely well. You have no right to do this to him, making up these accusations! I am very disappointed in you. Phil has always considered you his daughter. That's more than I can say for that sorry father of yours. Why are you doing this? Don't we give you sufficient attention?"
"But mom, I'm not making this up! Everything I'm telling you is the truth!"
"Isabella Marie, that's enough! I've had it up to here with you and your lies. Making up false allegations—you're being ridiculous! What do I have to do, send you away to boarding school? Is that what you want?'
"Yes!" I screamed.
My mom slammed her hand down on the table. "Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you! You won't be going out to dinner with us tonight."
"Good! See if I care. Clearly you don't!" I yelled, taking off toward the stairs. Before I made my way up I turned to face Renee, who looked like she couldn't have cared at all about what I was going through.
"You know what mom? One day you're going to wake up and I'm not going to be here."
"In that case, Isabella, until that day truly comes, you need to go to your room and wait for us to come back from dinner. We're going to talk some more about this. I'm not done with you yet."
"That's too bad mom, because I'm done with you!"
With that, I ran up the stairs and slammed my door shut. Those were the last words I said to my mother before reaching my decision.
'Someday' could be another five years from now when I turned eighteen. I didn't have five years of torture to spare. I had to leave this place and I had to leave tonight.
Scouring my mother's room, I found my dad's current address. Charlie had gotten married over a year ago to the widow of an old family friend who'd gotten sick and died. The lady had an older son named Edward who was in high school. Charlie sold his old home and moved in with the family. He was taking care of someone else's kid while he left me here in this hell. I called him a while back as he told me the story of his new family.
"Bells, I can't wait for you to come here next summer to meet them. They're going to love you." He smiled into the phone.
Well, dad, looks like I'm going to be meeting the fam sooner than you think.
Copying the information in my trusty notebook, I headed for the computer to Google directions on how to get to Forks, Washington from Phoenix, Arizona.
It turned out the only way to make it all the way to Forks without delay was by plane. My transportation would have to be by ground, seeing as it was too difficult for a girl my age to catch a plane without a chaperone. Showing up alone at an airport would definitely get me unwanted attention. That left me the options of going by bus or by train.
Both routes still wouldn't get me directly to Forks, but I could get to Seattle and go from there. The bus would make too many stops and I'd have to transfer to another bus more than three times. That was just too much. My mom used to put me on the train to go see her mother, Grandma Keller, in Flagstaff and the train rides were smooth and fast.
It was settled; I was going by train.
Hastily, I threw whatever I could get into both my luggage bags and my backpack. Next was setting up the scene. I had to make it look like I was in bed sleeping so they wouldn't know I was gone. Grabbing a few stuffed animals from the shelf, I threw them in the bed, along with my pillows and began positioning them in the form of a body. I put the biggest stuffed animal at the top, laying it across the pillow I slept on. Digging in my closet, I spotted a black wig I wore last Halloween and placed it over the stuffed animal's head. Done. Not bad if I had to say so myself.
Then I took the money I needed out of the bookshelf in the upstairs hall where Phil kept extra cash hidden. In the cut-out space of the book lay twenty-three hundred dollars all in one hundred dollar bills. I snatched out every single one of them and stuffed most of it in the pouch inside my backpack. I kept out enough for my ticket, food, and bribery.
All packed, I called myself a taxi and impatiently waited for its arrival.
Thirty minutes later, a honk sounded outside. I grabbed everything I was taking and jumped in the car. The driver was hesitant at first when he saw me but when I showed him the money, he took off toward the Amtrak station.
Grabbing my luggage out of the backseat, the cab driver spoke to me. "Little girl, I don't know what you're running from but you better be careful out here. The world aint a nice place. You have protection?" he asked in a thick accent.
"Protection?"
"I'll take that as a no." Reaching under his seat, the driver retrieved a blade in a black leather holder. He pulled it out half way, showing me the deadly looking device.
He held it out for me. "It's not much but it'll surely get the job done if some asshole tries to fuck with you."
I took it and stuffed it into my backpack.
"You didn't get that from me," he said.
"Get what?" I asked.
"Exactly." It took me a few seconds to understand his point. When I did, I flashed him a smile.
"Thanks, mister."
"It's Paul. And you are?"
I assumed his name would be Habib or something since that was the most common foreign cab driver name. Although he'd helped me out with his weapon, I knew I shouldn't put my trust in him to tell him my first name. He might report me.
"Marie." We briefly shook hands.
"Take care of yourself, Marie."
I nodded and then he took off like a bat out of hell.
An hour later, I was still standing outside the bus station trying to find someone to buy me that damn ticket. Who knew so many people had a conscience?
"Sorry, kid. Can't help you out."
"Isn't it past your bedtime?"
"I don't want to become an accomplice to a runaway."
"Go on home, little girl. Your parents are probably worried sick about you!"
I checked the time on my watch. Damn, if I couldn't find someone to get me a ticket within the next hour, I'd be stuck here in Phoenix until the next day! My mom may be an idiot but she'd surely notice I wasn't in my bed at home soon.
Suddenly, I spotted a guy walking up the street. He was tall with blond wavy hair in a ponytail and had a pair of sunglasses sitting on top of his head. He stopped in front of the station only to light his cigarette. From the way he was dressed, I could tell he didn't have much to his name, but his face was clean shaven and admirably attractive. He wasn't all the way street, or all the way penniless either.
"Excuse me sir, can you buy me a ticket to Seattle?" I asked him.
Composedly, he glanced around for the person who dared speak to him so boldly. When his eyes made contact with mine, I spoke again.
"I need to get to Seattle. It's in Washington—"
"I know where Seattle is." He said, exhaling the cigarette smoke from his mouth. "Why do you want to go there?"
"My dad lives there. I'm going to stay with him for a while."
"Ah, element of surprise." He smiled. "Nice. I tried that shit out on my old man as a teenager and he slammed the damn door in my face. Three weeks later, that asshole got killed in a car accident." He inhaled the cigarette again before continuing. "Left everything he had in my name. In the end, I still got to move in. Where's your mom?"
"On a date with her husband."
He laughed out loud. "You chose a hell of a time to leave! Most runaways usually wait until the parents are asleep before they book it. You got balls, sugar."
I was losing patience with the stranger and decided to get to the point. "Are we going to stand here and talk or are you going to go in there and get me a ticket?"
"Depends. How much cash you talking?"
I reached in my pocket, pulling out a hundred dollar bill. "How's a Benjamin sound to you?"
"Where'd you get all that money from?"
"It's a don't ask, don't tell policy. You get what I'm saying?"
The guy chuckled, taking another drag of his cigarette before tossing in on the curb. A woman with fiery red hair I spotted walking up the street seconds ago stopped next to the guy. He put his arm around her shoulder. Clearly they were a couple.
"Hey, Vikki, this kid needs us to buy her a one way to Seattle. Says she'll pay us a hundred bucks for it."
"Oh yeah?" The woman looked down at me. "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Marie. Marie Keller."
"I'm Vikki and if he hasn't introduced himself, this is Jimmy. So a hundred bucks, you say?"
"Yep. And I'll throw another one in if you can do it in less than ten minutes."I responded. "You game?"
"Man, I love this kid!" Jimmy said.
Vikki held out her hand for me to shake on it. "Marie Keller, I think we've got ourselves a deal."
And just like that, I got myself a train ticket.
The ride was a long one, but smooth. Once in Seattle, I had to take a bus from the Olympic Bus Lines to downtown Port Angeles. After that, I hopped on county-wide bus #14, taking me directly into Forks. The rain in Forks was coming down so hard. I forgot how bad the weather here could be.
Pulling out the Google map I printed up at Renee and Chester's place, I located the directions to Charlie and his new family's residence. The house was officially two and half miles from where I stood. It was within walking distance. In a normal situation, the walk wasn't that far at all, but with the wet and cool temperature, lugging bags two and half miles would be a struggle. Forks was a small town so I knew they more than likely had no cabs in the area.
Screw it.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to get myself focused. Letting it out, I clutched my luggage tightly, and made the long walk to go see Daddy. I don't know how long it actually took me to get to the house. Hell, I didn't even know if I was going the right way anymore. My map got ruined from the heavy rain because I kept pulling it out. The ink blurred from the wetness making it unreadable.
Dropping my luggage on the doorstep next to me, I rang the doorbell. A loud chime sounded from the inside. I gazed up at the gargantuan three-story domicile.
Charlie in a mansion?
I couldn't fathom my father moving from his old tiny habitat to a home so gigantic; it had to have at least four bathrooms. He used to go fishing a lot with a friend whose name I couldn't recollect. They'd have me sit in the boat with them all day watching them fish. The job I had was to make sure the fish didn't jump out the bucket and back into the water. My memories recalled Charlie as being a solemn man who rarely displayed much emotion. I questioned if he still cared for me.
Would he mind me showing up at his doorstep unannounced?
Before I had a chance to dwell on it any further, the large door—one I thought to be hefty because of its size— swung open effortlessly.
And that's when I saw him. It was HE, God in the flesh.
I kid you not; a fucking Halo was glimmering above his reddish brown hair and a choir in the distance broke into a hymn. I was at a loss for words. My body, having already become immune to the rain and cold, shivered uncontrollably.
What do I do? What do I say? Do I inquire about the existence of humanity? Can I ask Him if I'm going to Heaven or Hell? Do I shake His hand or drop to my knees in praise?
HE stared at me as if I was lost and immediately I assumed I had done something wrong. Did I accidentally insult Him? Is He going to punish me now? Why did He look confused? Wasn't He expecting my presence?
His face slightly turned to the right, as if He was looking for someone behind Him. Nevertheless, His eyes stayed focused on mine.
"Um, mom?" THE VOICE spoke, calling out to another person.
Mom? God has a Mother? How cool is that! Was it Mary? Mother Theresa?
"Edward, who's that at the door?" the mother called out.
Footsteps echoed on the white shiny marble floors until a shorter, older female version of His face protruded from the door.
Wait. Wait, wait.
Did she say Edward? As in Charlie's new son Edward?
Holy cow! That's him?
"Hello, dear. Are you lost?" the woman asked.
I fixed my mouth to say something but no words would come. The woman, who I now knew to be Elizabeth, stared at me long and hard. Recognition crossed her expression and the first thing she did was grasp my arm, leading me into the house.
"Isabella?"
I wanted to correct her on the way she said my name but again, no words came to the surface.
"Oh my goodness! Edward, bring her luggage into the house. When you're done, get her a towel and sit her by the fireplace. I need to call Charlie and tell him our daughter is here!"
Our daughter. That's who she referred to me as. Her daughter. Suddenly, I felt at peace in this home.
The moment Charlie knelt by my side, I instantly threw myself at him. I missed him right that second and I loved him with my whole heart. He was my Daddy. Yes, he may have seemed emotionless on the outside. But when he hugged me back, I knew who he was…who he'd always been. He had to let me stay; I couldn't go back. I had to persuade him to let me live with him and his new family.
I begged and pleaded. When I told him about Phil—not all of it— but just enough to see if he would, he believed me. Charlie, the father whom I've spent vacations with occasionally flat-out believed me. He trusted my truth without a doubt in the world. Best of all, he said that I never had to go back to Phoenix with them again.
I was ecstatic!
I now had a new mom, my REAL dad, and a brother who—for three minutes—I seriously thought was His Holiness.
Life couldn't have gotten any better than at that moment.
Then my stomach started acting weird. It didn't begin acting that way until I saw him. While in the shower, his face would pop in my mind and my body began to have bizarre reactions to it. I didn't understand what was going on with me. I knew one thing for sure: I definitely had to find out what it was about Edward, the young boy who rejected to change his last name.
Hopping out of the shower, I walked into my new room to see Elizabeth sitting on my bed, rummaging through my suitcases. Normally, that alone would have sent me into a frenzy. But I felt a strong sense to trust this woman who called me her daughter when she recognized me. That was funny because I didn't even know her.
Elizabeth sat and talked with me about my immediate departure from Phoenix. She couldn't believe that a girl my age could travel cross-country alone by myself and not be afraid.
"You're the bravest girl I've ever known." She said.
Elizabeth offered to take me shopping the very next day for a new wardrobe, explaining that it would help to adjust with my new scenery.
"But for now, I'm going to make us some dinner." She rubbed my hair in comforting strokes. "After that, it's off to bed for you. You've come a long way and you look like you haven't slept in days!"
When we'd gone downstairs, my father was hanging up the phone and Edward was sitting on the couch watching television. Elizabeth told me to join my new brother and get to know him.
"He's a very fun person."
Edward was watching Cartoon Network when I sat across from him on the couch, tucking my legs around themselves. He didn't look like the talkative type, so I just sat there and studied him watching television.
Sometimes, he made weird faces at the TV. He'd suck his lips in when watching a commercial. He twitched his nose every now and then, as if it was itching. Edward had a habit of running his fingers through his hair, which touched the back of his neck then. He would scratch his eye with the palm of his hand. He breathed heavily. Every time I discovered something new he did, my stomach twisted into knots and my body responded to it. There was no denying what that feeling was.
I had a crush on my older brother and I'd just met him.
"Why are you staring at me?" He turned to face me. I didn't even know he knew I was watching him.
"Because I want to." I replied, because it was true. I could watch Edward do those funny patterns all day and never get tired of them.
"You're pretty fucking weird you know."
Well, that was really nothing new. One side of my mouth turned upward thinking back on the kids in class who said the same thing to me.
"So I've been told."
That response just seemed to agitate him. Then he went down the list of stuff of his he didn't want me to touch and things I couldn't do. As if I didn't have any home-training. How dare he insult my intelligence! I just travelled through how many states by myself? Then he had the gall to smack me in the face with his rules like I wasn't house broken? Like he was better than me?
Fuck you!
I gave his ass the finger.
And that's how my dilemma began with my step-brother, Edward Anthony Masen.
He treated me like some stupid kid with bad manners. Edward just thought he could tell me what to do, when to do it, and how it needed to be done. He wanted to make up the rules and force me to abide by them. He thought I would cave under the pressure because I was on his turf.
He wanted to play Hard Ball.
Well, the ball may have been on his court, but I was the fucking referee, which meantI called all the shots.
I did what every little girl would do when she had a crush on a boy. I worked his nerves. I found his buttons and I pushed them constantly.
Whatever Edward demanded, I did the total opposite. When he left the house, I was in his room rearranging all his stuff just because I knew it would frustrate the hell out of him when he couldn't find what he was looking for. Then I'd wait until I'd hear him come through the front door before I ran into his room and sat on his bed, daring him to say something about it when he saw me there. If he bought a new book he'd fancied, I'd lock my door on him and make him wait until I finished reading it. When I knew he had a paper due for school, I'd hide his laptop in between my mattresses.
Almost every day, I would find something that Edward treasured and take it away from him just to learn what response he'd illustrate. He'd come screaming at me to give him his shit back. It wasn't right but I merely got off on messing with Edward. He was like a new toy to me.
My fascination with him became addictive.
Because of my obsession with my step-brother and not knowing how to handle it, we fought a lot. I had this urgent yearning to be wherever Edward was at all times. Whenever he went out somewhere, whether he'd be by himself or with friends, I tagged along. Sometimes he let me hang out with him. Other times, he'd kick my ass out of his Volvo and tell me to stop being such a nosy little pisser. When he would drive to Port Angeles, I used to sneak into the trunk of his car and wait until he'd be so far gone out of Forks before revealing my company. Edward hated when I did that but I didn't care. Plus I always found a way to make him laugh or brighten his spirits so he wouldn't regret having me around.
But there were those moments when my little schemes backfired on me. Those were the episodes where I pushed Edward so past the limit he'd physically hit me. I'd hit him back and we'd end up in a huge brawl. One of our worst fights happened in his Volvo.
That particular day, the weather rose to a mere sixty-eight degrees and the sun was shining. Edward made plans to go out with friends. There was a girl named Tanya he liked who was going to meet him at a rendesvous with the others. I got myself dressed and ready; I was going with him. He didn't ask me to go but he didn't say I couldn't go, either.
Hearing the front door shut, I hurried down the stairs to catch up with him. When he unlocked the doors from his side, I jumped in.
"What are you doing?" he asked as I hopped in his car.
"I'm coming with you." I simply stated.
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No, you are not."
"You're either going to let me come with you or your mom and my dad are going to find out about that spectacular party you threw last weekend while they were away for their anniversary."
His jaw flexed. "If you say anything about that, I'm going to kick your little ass."
"You sure you want to do that?"
Edward leaned over the driver's side to get at me in the passenger seat.
"OH DAAAAADYYYYY!"
"What the hell are you doing? Shut up!" He grabbed at me.
I screamed,"AAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Edward covered my mouth with his hand. "Alright, alright! You can come with me. But I swear to god if you scream one more time, I will beat you till you're blue. You got that you little shit? Nod!"
I did. He released me from his grip.
"You're an annoying little brat!" He said as he got in the car and started the engine. "Can't go anywhere…"
Taking off down the long driveway, he barked, "Put on your seatbelt before I hit you in the eye."
He pinched my side until I was safely buckled.
"There. You happy now?" I smiled, showing all of my teeth.
"No, you're still here." He grimaced.
On the road, I watched Edward driving. He looked so appealing from the side view. Questions about him began forming in my head.
How does his sideburns get so long? How did his nose get that crook on the side of it? How'd he learn how to drive with one hand? How come he doesn't cut his nails? What is that thing he keeps moving when he's driving?
"Eyes ahead." He said, still facing the road.
I turned about-face with my arms crossed. Stupid boy. He never let me do anything fun. It took all of ninety seconds for me to be bored out of my mind before I started doing things to agitate him. When he stopped at a light, I turned on the radio.
"Ew, what is this?" I asked as some hideous music began playing.
"It's classical music, shit smart people listen to." He glared at me.
I stuck my finger in my mouth, pretending to vomit. "Boriiiing."
I switched the station. More boring stuff. After switching five stations, Edward demanded for me to leave the damn radio alone. So I sat back in my seat listening to music that could put bears to sleep. A minute later, he switched to a local rock station.
"Finally, some real music!" I danced in my seat, singing along with the song. Edward rolled his eyes and softly chuckled at my playful antics.
"Baby Bird, your voice could wake the dead," he said.
I stuck my middle finger up at him and kept singing and dancing. I caught Edward sneaking glances at me and wearing that smirk I admired so much. I accidentally bumped my elbow into the glove compartment, popping it open. Everything in it hit the floor.
Edward snapped, "See what you did? Pick it up, now!"
I unbuckled my seatbelt and picked up the materials from the floor of the car to put back in the glove compartment. The last object I picked up was a small rectangular black box, opened. On the upper right of it was a picture of a gold helmet. I read the words on the box aloud.
"Trojan Magnum: Ecstasy," I read, followed by the quote under it with enthusiasm. "Feels like there's nothing there!"
Edward's head snapped in my direction. His eyes bulged out of their sockets and I swear that boy turned tomato red.
"Give me that!" He reached for the box in my hand but I held it out of his reach as I continued to read the words.
"Ultra smooth lubricant. Twelve premium latex condoms." I gasped as I realized what I was holding in my hand. I turned toward Edward with my mouth hanging wide open.
"YOU'RE HAVING SEX!"
Still reaching out for the box, Edward shouted, "Give them to me, Bella! I'm not fucking around!"
I ignored him, instead reaching into the open box and pulling out the remainder of the condoms. The box read twelve; I only pulled out three condoms.
"Oh yeah you are fucking around! You're fucking around plenty!"
"Watch your mouth and put my stuff back where you found it!"
"I'm telling!"
Edward gripped my arm, twisting it painfully.
"Ow! Let go of me!" I cried.
"Put them back in the box and put it away right now!"
"Can you let go of my arm first?" I struggled to get free but that only made him grip tighter. "Ow, Edward, stop it!"
"You've got one good arm left; Use it!"
With my useful untwisted arm, I stuffed the condoms back in the box. "Okay, let me go!"
"I said Put. Them. Away." He twisted more, making me scream in agony. I threw the box in the glove compartment.
"There! They're in, they're in!"
Edward dropped my arm and shoved me into the passenger door. Then he slammed the glove compartment shut.
"Ow, you jerk!"
"Put your seatbelt on, sit still, and shut the hell UP! I promise you Bella, if you move again or say ANYTHING I'm going to rip your damn arm out of its socket. Do you hear me?"
I nodded.
That apparently wasn't enough for him. "Answer me!"
"You said not to say anything."
The next look he gave me interpreted murder.
"Fine!"
When Edward finally calmed down and focused on the road again, I couldn't hold my silence any longer.
"For someone who gets laid as much you do, you're unusually uptight."
"Bella…" he said in his dangerously calm voice. I closed my mouth immediately.
I watched him shift gears for a few seconds before speaking again. "How can you have so much sex and still be an asshole? I heard sex is supposed to relieve stress, not cause it."
"Bellaaa, I'm warning you..." His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles turned white.
"Is it true that when you use it a lot, you lose it? Cuz if that's the case, yours is going to fall the fuck off."
That did it. Edward smashed his fist on the dashboard so hard, it vibrated the whole car.
"Isabella Marie fucking Swan…" He hit the dashboard again. And again…and again. "One more time. One more fucking time! Oh my God. Unbelievable! Fasten that trap of yours or I'm gonna pull you out of the car and beat you dead! Shuttup! Shut the hell up!"
They say curiosity killed a cat. Common sense warned me to sit motionless. I should have left him alone. I shouldn't have pushed his buttons after that last outburst. I shouldn't have moved one inch. Most of all, I definitely shouldn't have moved the stick shift the minute he got on the phone to tell his friend that we were almost there…
The car jerked back discharging an almost deafening, pierced screech. Edward dropped the phone from his hand, stepped down on the clutch, seized the wheel and shifted gears. Once he had control again, he pulled off the road and unfastened his seat belt.
"That's it. That is it! I have had it; YOU ARE DEAD!"
Note to self: If you value your life, get the hell out of the car!
I urgently scrambled to unfasten my seat belt as Edward pulled me by the rim of my shirt. Screaming, I'd gotten the seat belt undone and made for the door. I had only gotten one foot out of the car before Edward dragged me back in by my hair and commenced to hitting me everywhere on my body—except for my face—with his closed fists.
"YOU STUPID, PSYCHOPATHIC LITTLE BITCH! WHAT DID I TELL YOU, HUH? WHAT DID I TELL YOU! DID YOU THINK I WAS FUCKING WITH YOU? YOU THINK I WON'T HIT A GIRL?"
I'm going to die…he's seriously going to kill me this time!
Oh god.
I had to get out of the car before I blacked out and he hid my body somewhere in the woods. When I saw the opportunity, I got hold of Edward's medium length hair and snatched some of it out. That only infuriated him more and he started yelling all types of crazy shit at me.
"You loony motherfucker…chaotic witch….fucking nut basket….what are you trying to do, huh, kill us? Do you want to die?"
I'd never seen Edward in such a deranged state.
Using desperate measures, I scratched his face and bit the hell of his arm. He shouted in pain, finally releasing me enough where I could break free and run out of the car.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HE'S GONNA KILL ME!"
Cars passed us down the road but none of them stopped us. Who'd voluntarily want to get in the middle of a quarrel?
The next thing I felt was a shove in my back that made me fall to the ground. There on the asphalt our fight continued. I kicked and screamed as he hit me across my legs and arms. I gave him a swift kick in the nuts and he buckled over on the ground. Using that as an opportunity of weakness, I climbed on him, getting my licks in while he was momentarily distracted.
"Can't say nothing now, huh bitch?" I said, standing up, kicking him in the stomach and wherever else I saw fit to do damage. Edward grabbed my foot, making me trip and fall. I immediately got back up because I knew I was in danger. He was coming to. Running back to the car, I got in on the side closest to me—in the driver's seat.
Edward lost it. "What the FUCK ARE YOU DOING? GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT CAR RIGHT NOW!"
I pressed the locks on the door, locking myself in the car and away from him. Putting my foot on the gas, I tried to run his ass over, but with the car being stick shift, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Edward beat on the window, yelling for me to open the door. When he'd finally had enough of my shit, he took his shirt off and wrapped it around his hand. Then he punched in the driver's side window.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
Edward snatched the keys from the ignition and dragged me out of the car.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
He looked like he was about to punch me in the face, but another car came driving down the road and stopped, seeing the drama. It was a Forks deputy. Somebody driving passed earlier must have called the cops when they saw us fighting. The cop walked over to us and asked us what was going on. Both Edward and I were competing to tell our sides of the story. When the officer had enough of our verbal smackdown, he broke it up. Then he asked for our names to which we told him.
"You're Chief Swan's kids?"
Both Edward and I nodded. The officer shook his head and then broke into a terrible guffaw. "Does it always get this bad?"
"Yes." Edward replied.
"No." I said.
"Well, I hate to do this but I'm going to have to take both of you in. Maybe you'll be safer at the station. I don't trust that I can leave you two here without worrying about another scuffle."
At the station, Edward and I were put in a holding cell until Charlie came to get us. Charlie took one look in the cell and went nuts.
"Both of you get your asses out here this minute! I cannot believe this!"
The whole ride home, Charlie lectured us to the point of boredom. We were read our rights and both got lockdown in the house that whole summer. Edward didn't speak to me for six weeks after that.
There was one time we got into it so bad that we tore the house into shambles. Edward would be the one to take most of the heat from our parents because he was older. Then they'd punish him, trapping him in the house. I was wrong for feeling happy about those times, but at least I got him to stay at home with me.
"But that's not fair!" Edward yelled at our parents. "Why am I the one being punished and not Bella? She's the one that broke the crystal vase when she threw it at me!"
"Edward, you're the eldest, the more mature one. You're supposed to be setting an example for Bella." Charlie explained.
"How can I do that when she's always irritating the hell out of me?"
Elizabeth responded, "Bella's a fourteen-year old girl, Edward. She's in the pubescent stage of her life. She can't help it. I don't think she irritates you on purpose. She looks up to you."
"So what are you saying? That I have to wait until she grows a rack, hair on her snatch, and gets her period before she breaks out of this stupid shit?"
Charlie's face turned sour. "Edward, watch your mouth! You don't talk about your sister like that. That little comment just bought you two weeks in the doghouse."
"What?" Edward screamed. "How is it my fault that she's not developing right? This is bullshit!"
"Make it three with that potty mouth of yours!" Elizabeth snapped. "My god, I don't know what's gotten into you, Edward! You were not raised to be so disrespectful!"
"What's gotten into me? Try that little runt two bedroom doors from me! Ever since she moved here, all she's ever done is ruin my life! I fucking hate that kid!" Edward stormed out of the kitchen and ran upstairs to his room.
Overhearing the conversation, I locked myself into my room and sulked in misery.
Edward hated me.
I cried my eyes out for three days. The only time I came out of the room was to get food or to watch television. I didn't mean to push him so bad but I didn't know what else to do. I liked Edward a whole bunch and I didn't know how to get him to like me back. I came to the conclusion that what I'd been doing to him was stupid and silly. No wonder he hated me; I acted like a child.
When I got over my crying spell, I promised myself to never push Edward so far again. I didn't want to fight him. I wanted him to hold me. Just touch me in some way to show that he cared about me. If he could do that then I'd be alright.
After weeks of apologizing over and over again to Edward, he finally broke down and accepted.
"I don't like fighting with you, Bella." he said. "But you have got to stop doing stupid shit to get me excited! You want my attention? Just fucking talk to me. You don't have to go to extremes to get it. I'm right here."
So after we made our truce, no more physical fights happened between us. Instead, we kept it verbal based. We were having fun with each other finally. Edward thought his jokes were so supreme because he could make me cry. Most times I just faked it just so I could get him to touch me and talk sweet to me. I still sabotaged him but now I knew how to do it to get exactly what I wanted.
Then I took it too far again and almost got a guy who had the hots for me hurt. Edward and I were dishing out some of our best verbal insults at each other. Generally, it never bothered me much. Then he just had to go and call me a suicidal virgin who couldn't get a boyfriend. That hurt the hell out of me. I never had a boyfriend because I didn't want one. The only boy I craved lived in the same house as me and I couldn't have him.
Once again, I came up with one of my sick schemes to get a reaction out of Edward. I couldn't help it; I just had to get him to show some type of feelings for me. My skin has always been pale and sensitive. The day we got into that fight in his car, my body looked like it had gotten hit by a truck. I didn't hurt much but it did look like a bad case of domestic abuse.
Using that as inspiration, I went into the bathroom and took off my sweater. I already looked a hot mess from the crying.
Calling me a suicidal virgin. I'll show his ass.
Taking a face towel, I ran it under hot water. Then I used the steaming towel to pinch marks on the mounds of my very small breasts.
The hot water agitated my skin, making it a darker shade of red.
Let's see what he thinks about this!
Pumping myself up for the plan, I stood outside of Edward's bedroom door.
Okay. You want to play with the big boys? Alright then, Eddie boy. Let's play.
Ready.
Set.
Go.
For dramatic effect, I pushed open his door and slammed it behind me to get his attention. Then I went off into my rant. Ending it with a big kicker, I told him I wasn't a virgin anymore and that I slept with Jacob Black, Billy's kid from the Res to slap that silly grin off his face.
"You're a goddamn liar!"
That's when I show him my self-made hickeys.
In my defense, I seriously thought Edward would just go off on me for not telling him about it. I didn't expect him to get angry and leave the house so abruptly. I knew where he was heading and that the joke had gotten out of hand.
Oh shit. He's going after Jacob! What have I done?
I paced around the house while waiting for him to come back. I knew the fights we used to have were insane, so I could only imagine the damage he was going to do when he got his hands on Jacob. I didn't have Jacob's number so I couldn't warn him that my big brother was coming to reorganize his face.
Shit!
I sat by the window waiting for Edward to come back.
How much blood is going to be on his shirt? His hands? I can't take the sight of that.
Fifteen minutes later, Edward pulled back into the driveway.
Damn, that was a quick beating! What did he do, break the guy's neck? If he did, is he going to be charged with murder?
Edward didn't get out of the car for a long time so I ran out to his car to talk to him. When I observed him inside, he looked as if he was havinga brain aneurysm. He was pulling at his hair and yelling but at least there wasn't any blood on him. I knocked on the window, startling him. He got out of the car, clearly frustrated.
"You didn't do anything to him, did you?" I asked.
I hope he didn't otherwise Lucy's got some 'splaining' to do.
"No, I didn't do anything to your boy toy."
I saw how upset I made him and I was immediately saddened by it. I promised him that I wouldn't do anything to this extreme again. Yet, the minute he hit a sensitive nerve in me, I had gone and did just that.
I apologized for disturbing him the way I did. Before I thought about it, I hugged him tightly. It occurred to me that, of all the fighting we'd done the past couple of years, we'd never even held each other in an embrace. That's kind of sad, especially since I was the one with the overbearing crush on him. I could have least attempted to cop a feel of him.
I could feel his breath in my hair and it felt so lovely.
You better tell him nothing happened before he changes his mind and decides to hurt Jacob.
"Me and Jacob. It never happened. We never…you know."
Alright, give it to me. I deserve it.
Only he didn't. I pulled back to catch a glimpse of his face. He wasn't even mad. Actually, it looked like he was smiling.
He was smiling.
"Good," he replied in relief. "So that means you're still…."
Uh duh!
"Oh God yes! I'm not ready for that. I could never do that with someone I don't love."
Unless it was you. If it was you, I'd be dropping the drawers in a swift heartbeat.
Stupid say what? Did I just confess that I wanted my brother to…do me?
Yeah and he can do it any damn time he wants to.
Oh my God! I never thought about him to that extent before. I thought this was just a fucking schoolgirl crush.
Was it really possible that I wanted to have…sex…with my own brother?
Yep. That's pretty much what this whole thing has been about. Think about it. The angst, the drama, and all those fights you've been picking with him? Girl, you've been wanting that pony for quite some time now. How the hell did you not figure that out already? Do I have to do everything for you? What do you want me to do, hold your fucking hand and walk you to the dick?
Jesus Christ on a pogo stick. I wanted to do my brother! I wanted him in that way. I wanted it then and I wanted it now. Only he would never go for it….would he?
Nope, probably not. But, it doesn't hurt to think about his man meat. Everybody has to have hopes and dreams.
Before I knew what was happening Edward was going off on me about how he almost killed Jacob Black because of my lying. I tried to apologize to him but he wasn't having it.
And just like that, I was back into Bella Bitch mode.
"You made me do it! If you weren't picking on me about being a suicidal virgin who can't get a boyfriend, then I never would have done it!" I barked back.
"Oh, and you thought you'd throw that out there as a good comeback? You play too much, Bella."
Edward pushed me out of his way and ran into the house. He was going to his room—his safety net—where he'd always go whenever I pissed him off. I heard his door slam as I stepped into the house.
You better fix it, bitch.
But how? How do I fix it?
I don't know, but you're on your own. I've shown you the truth. Now do something about it!
It was time to throw down the gauntlet and give into my feelings. I now had to go and tell my brother that I've been doing all of this deceitful shit to him because I had been harboring a crush on him since I was thirteen.
Whoooooa. I didn't say do all of that.
Shut up! I'm doing it.
I ran up the stairs and knocked on his door.
"Go away," Edward yelled.
See? He doesn't want to hear that shit. Come on, let's get the fuck out of here!
No! I have to do this. Can't you see?
Against his wishes, I entered his room. Edward was lying on the bed with his arm over his face. He looked drained and tired.
Tired of you playing with his emotions. Fix it, Bella!
"Edward, I'm sorry."
Here you go again with this shit…you're the sorriest piece of work I've ever known.
He didn't even give me a response.
"I didn't mean it, I swear. Don't be mad with me."
Okay, that's a start.
Still, he said nothing and he hadn't for a long while. I was about to give up and leave until he spoke.
"You don't play about that, Bella. Do you know what I almost did to him because you lied? I was ready to kill that guy for what he did to you…well because of what you claimed he did to you."
Edward was protecting my virgin status for me?
Swoon!
I wanted to hug and thank him for it but I couldn't very well do that because he was lying down.
So get in there!
What?
Kick those shoes off and climb on in. You wanted your chance. Now you got it.
My feet carried me into the bed. The stirring in my body drove me to sit on top of Edward.
Good god, girl. I didn't know you had it in you!
Edward's shocked by my actions, but he did not move me.
"So you almost killed him, huh?" I smiled inside and out.
"That is not funny."
"No, but it shows me something."
"Yeah, what's that?'
"You care for me."
"Of course I do, stupid girl."
Okay, I cared for him and he cared for me. So how come he had never shown that he cares for me? How come I have to do all the work to get him to show it to me? Why did he treat me rotten all the time when I wasn't scheming?
"So why do you tease me so much when you care for me?"
"You're my little sister." He answered so obviously. "It's my job to tease you and make you feel like crap. That's what big brothers do."
That meant he was doing everything he did to me on purpose, too? Huh, now I didn't feel so bad for messing with him so much. However, it still didn't add up.
"But that makes no sense. If you care for me, doesn't that mean you're supposed to show it by being nice to me?"
Edward looked like he was having an internal struggle with himself. Was I annoying him again? Maybe I should stop asking him so many questions.
Yeah, shut up.
No, you shut up. This is my time to shine.
"Not necessarily." He retorted. "I don't kick your ass when you're sneaking into the fridge eating my food and drinking my juice."
"I didn't know you knew about that."
Damn, he knew I was pulling the snatch and grab with his vittles. I thought I'd been very discreet about it.
You forget the boy suffers from OCD syndrome. He notices everything!
"Well, I do. So there goes your proof. Now get off me."
So he recognized all this time that I'd been sneaking into his shit and he never said anything about it? That was not like Edward. He'd never been known for giving me a break when I messed with any of his stuff. The boy always had fits every time I touched something of his. Why hadn't he said anything about it?
Unless…
I put all of my weight on him when I figured it out. Either that or pass out from the excitement ripping through me.
"You love me."
He looked so uncomfortable about my admission that he didn't even look at me. His face was getting redder by the second.
"Yeah something like that."
That's so fucking cool.
"Say it." I wanted to hear him say it just to see how it sounded out loud.
"I just did."
"No, I want to hear you say the words."
Please? Say it so I can hear it. Just this once.
But he didn't.
"You need to get up, Bella. Right now." He firmly stated.
I couldn't do that just yet. Not while I was floating in my moment. Edward, no matter what I did to him, always made me feel protected. We fought but he wouldn't dare let anyone else touch me. Hell, the thing with Jacob proved that truth. He was letting me eat his food without putting foot to ass for a reason. My big brother had a heart.
"I feel it. I feel the way you care about me now. And I know you love me even though you don't want to say it. That's ok; you will soon enough."
I was so excited about the whole revelation that I wanted to lay a big one on his cheek.
Edward loved me!
I leaned in to lay it on him when, for no reason, he moved his head and my lips landed dead on his. I was now kissing my damn brother on the lips and it's…oh my god! His pouty lips were sooo soft on mine…and warm, too! It only lasted a split second, but that was enough to get me on fire. Then I realized that my lips were actually on Edward's. I moved back swiftly.
Uh-oh. I was in trouble now. Edward's probably going to smack the hell out of me and beat me to death. Then he'd tell on me like I always told on him. My dad would flip when he found out! Instantly, I became scared because if dad found out that I had the hots for my step-brother, he'd more than likely ship me off back to Renee and Chester. I couldn't have that!
"Edward, I'm so sorry!" I struggled with words as the worry washed over me. "I didn't mean it, I swear! Please don't tell my dad about this! I'll do anything you want just please don't get me in trouble!"
I was not going back to that house! If Chester saw me developing, he'd want to do more than rubbing. I never wanted him to ever touch me again! I had to get Edward to see what this will do if he told my dad about this. If he tattled, then...then I froze. Edward's lips were on mine again. And I knew damn well I didn't make it happen. What was he doing?
He's kissing you, that's what! Be right back…I'm going to get the popcorn. Don't move until I get back!
My brain stalled but not my body. My fingers had a mind of their own and they attacked my brother's hair. My lips…those fuckers just joined the party and kissed him back. We were going at it like two rabbits in heat.
HEY! I thought I told you not to move!
Oh well. Fuck it.
Butter: Check. Milk Duds: Check. Sprite: Check
We're fucking good to go!
I was tugging at his hair and melting into Edward's hands as he kissed me. By then we were both fighting for dominance.
Then Edward did some freaky shit I'd only seen in movies. He put his tongue in my mouth. I had never done that. Didn't tongue action require skill? He was confusing me.
"I don't know how to kiss like that, Edward." I admitted.
His lips were still on mine as he spoke through them. "It's okay; I'll teach you."
Holy moly! He wants to do this with me!
Edward put his long tongue in my mouth again and the thing damn near choked me. I pulled back to breathe. I was looking at him and he did the same. I was confused as hell about what to do next and he just sat there waiting for…I don't know.
Then his lips pushed back into mine again. Okay. We're kissing. I got that part down. His warm tongue caressed my lower lip and that felt…pretty friggin sweet. I stuck my tongue out to touch his bottom lip but he never moved his tongue. So I licked it.
Tastes awesome right?
It did taste awesome. So much so that I became a little more daring and stuck my tongue in his mouth like he'd done mine. Edward moved his tongue. I guess I was supposed to follow his lead, so I moved mine with his. There was warmth, saliva, and sucking noises. He just pulled my bottom lip into his mouth.
Oh, so this is French kissing.
I could do this all day!
You know what? Me too! Going for refills. Do me a favor and keep it PG-13 will ya?
I'm trying, but I can't promise anything.
Suddenly, I was under Edward and his body started pressing into mine. That's when I felt it.
Oh, that's what that was?
Edward's…penis, dick, cock? Yeah, that thing was hard as a rock! My thigh was feeling the burn as it rubbed against me. And you know what? My virgin area began to react to it! It was like the yang to my yin. Edward's hand moved to my boob and my head swam in proverbial bliss.
Damn! I can't trust you enough to leave for five seconds and I come back to this. Didn't I say PG-13?
He pulled up my sweater but I was lying on it so he couldn't get it past my midriff. I leaned up to take it off and when came out of it, Edward was out of his, too.
Woooooow!
The last time I saw Edward without his shirt off, we were in the middle of an intense UFC match so I wasn't paying attention.
Now?
I couldn't even break my eyes away from him. His chest looked like ripples of waves. There was hair on it, something I'd always found gross on any man. But Edward's chest hair?
Fucking King.
There wasn't much on his pecks. Then there was a trail of hair leading down to…well…Penis Island. And Penis Island's Palm Tree was tall and erect. My eyes could have fallen out of my sockets right there. That bulge looked huge in his pants. I didn't know if I could handle something like that. I looked up at Edward and it was like he could tell what I was thinking.
Edward leaned back into me, kissing me the French way again and I'd forgotten why I was all panicky in the first place. My fingers traveled to his chest. I started from his waist and ran the back of my fingers all the way up to his pecks. With the front of my hand, my fingers traced back down to the starting line.
I've heard of six packs feeling like a washboard when stroked. That's not how his felt to me. Edward's six-pack reminded me of piano keys, only they didn't make music. Classical…that's what I'd think of whenever I rubbed Edward's chest. It was like that classical music playing in his car while the violins or whatever other instrument came in the background…
I'd never look at that genre of music as boring again.
His nipples looked like little cymbals. I pinched them between my fingers and Edward made a hissing sound like a snake.
"Oh, does that hurt?"
"No, no. You keep…doing that."
"Does it feel good?"
My nipple had gotten hard at his touch when his palm first grazed it. It had grown into a tight form, and it felt nice.
"Hell yeah!" Edward smiled.
I was making him happy again. I liked seeing Edward that way.
The palm tree continued to rub right into my crotch. That panicky feeling settled in my stomach.
Okay. I needed to see exactly what I was working with here.
Good point. Gooood point.
"Can I…see it?"
Edward thought about it for a second and then began to unbuckle his pants. He pulled them down halfway along with his briefs.
The Palm Tree sprung out straight at me.
Boing!
Edward had a pretty big dick.
Trojan Magnums, baby!
I put my hand around it but it didn't fit the whole way. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. It had gotten as hard as it looked in his jeans yet the texture of it was soft. The heat of it felt wonderful in my hands. I squeezed right around the head and the damn thing started to leak.
Why didn't I pay attention in sex education class?
"What's that stuff?"
Edward looked down to see what I was referring to.
"It's pre-cum."
There's cum before the actual cum?
I ran my fingers over the cum before the cum. The texture was…slippery? No.
Slick.
I once put my hands in my private area while bathing to find there was very small hole down there. Looking at my hand around Edward's penis, I was not sure at all if he could even fit that thing inside of me.
"Edward, is it going to hurt me?"
"Yeah but not as much if I do it the right way."
Now there's more than one way to do it?
"What's the right way?"
Edward explains the different ways to do "it" to me. "Which way do you want me to do it?"
Edward's going to have sex with me!
My heart was drumming so damn fast I couldn't tell if my breathing was fine or not.
Calm down. You're panicking again. Don't fuck this up for me!
"Um, fast…I think. But after that, will you go slow if it hurts really bad?"
"I'll go as slow as you want. You ready?"
Here goes nothing. Goodbye virgin status: Welcome to the World of Sex.
I nodded. Edward grabbed one of those gold foil packets like the ones I saw in his car. I watched as he rolled it on himself.
I'd have to learn how to do that the next time we did this.
Alriiight! That's my girl, thinking about future incestuous sex.
Oh shut up!
Edward unbuckled my pants with ease as if he were the one wearing them. I was out of them before I even had a chance to blink. Then he started on my underwear. Somewhere in the middle of undressing me, Edward freaked the hell out.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!"
"What? What?" What the hell just happened?
"Put your clothes on! NOW!"
Did he not like what he saw? Was something wrong with me?
One minute, everything was good. The next minute, he looked absolutely disgusted by me. Talk about insecure! I was on the brink of tears.
"Did I do something wrong? What did I do?" I asked, trying to hold it together.
"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong. The fault is mine. I could go to jail for any sexual act with you!"
That's what he's worried about? Who the hell is going to find out about it?
"But I won't tell, Edward. I'll promise."
He was all frantic, hastily putting his clothes together on his body.
"I couldn't live with myself for having sex you. You're my damn kid sister! I could never look your dad in the eyes knowing that I did that to you."
"He doesn't have to know."
What is his deal? I was his kid sister five minutes ago and he was all for it. Now he wants to go on a guilt trip? Screw that; I was ready now!
"Well I'll know. And it's wrong. Why can't you stay out of my room like I tell you to?" he yelled.
That just stung in a very cruel way. I couldn't even hold back the tears now and I bawled my eyes out. I felt him sit on the bed but I couldn't even see him through my tears.
"Look. I didn't mean to yell at you. What just happened right now? That is crazy. Things got taken too far out of context. I shouldn't be experimenting with you. I'm supposed to look after you, not fornicate with you."
"But we're not real brother and sister, Edward." I said, hoping that would change his mind.
"Still your dad is married to my mom. That just makes what we did weird as hell, you know?"
No. It wasn't weird for me one bit.
I wanted to tell him that, however. We did just make up in an unnatural way for him. I didn't want to fuck it up by saying something to piss him off so I nodded in agreement.
I had no idea what we were supposed to do now that we'd gone that far.
"So does that mean that we have to go back to the way things were with us?" I crossed my fingers.
"You mean the fighting and teasing?"
Please say no. Please say no.
Edward sighed before responding, "Afraid so."
Noooooo!
"I'll keep dishing out my best shit at you, but I won't take it as far as I did today. So get your jokes ready, cuz it's going to get ugly."
He punched me in the arm in a playful manner. I posed a laugh and then dressed myself. Edward said he could go to jail for having sex with me, which was true. Our age difference was unacceptable in the public eye because, at his age, he was considered an adult. Law sucked. If only I was a couple of years older…
"Edward?" I called his name while buttoning my jeans.
"Hmm?"
"If I was a little bit older, would you have kept going?"
Edward took into consideration what I was asking him for a minute before replying, "I don't know Bella. Maybe if your legs weren't so skinny and you had boobs to grab hold of then, yeah. I definitely would have kept going."
Oh, that was low. Really low.
Bitchy Bella back in effect!
I grabbed a pillow and smacked him upside the head with it. He snickered at me.
"You're such a dick!"
"You're still a psycho bitch with baby tits!"
I tried to hit him again, but he blocked my blow with another pillow.
"One day, I'm going to be irresistible, Edward Masen, you just wait and see! I'm going to be so hot that guys are gonna be beating down the front door trying to get to me."
"The only thing those guys are gonna be beating is their cocks. After they've seen your hideous face, they're never going to want to have sex again!"
"You're an asshole!"
"You're a cunt!"
"You're a cross-dressing demon breeder!"
"Your face shrivels dicks for a living, bitch!"
"I've got your bitch, bitch!"
Our pillow fight and mockery lasted for about ten minutes, and then Edward kicked me out of his room. Had I known things between us would have changed so drastically, I would have never left his room so soon that day. Edward kept his door mostly locked so I couldn't get in quite as often as I used to. He began staying away from home as often as possible. He found a job in Port Angeles, so I couldn't hang out with him anymore. Edward didn't have to work because his father left him a shitload of money. It didn't take me long to figure out that he was pushing himself away from me.
He left me half broken and incurable.
Edward still let me eat his food and drink his juice, leaving my name on the containers and juice boxes so I could finish it off. The offer was sweet, but didn't help the feeling of rejection. I wanted him back.
The day he packed up his Volvo for college, I held him long and cried in his chest.
"I don't want you to go." I said.
"Come on, Baby Bird," he spoke into my hair. "Don't be like that. I'll be back before you know it."
"You better."
"You still have my email address right?"
"Yes."
"Well don't sweat it. We'll still keep in touch and I'll call you when I'm not knee deep in studies."
I looked up at his face to gaze into his lovely green eyes. It would be the last time I'd see them for the next two years. All I could think about was French, the piano, cymbals, and palm trees. That day in his room was the best day of my life. Somewhere inside, I was praying that it was the best day of his, too.
Edward leaned his forehead against mine and we just stared into each other. There was an energy I felt between us, mesmeric and alluring. Our faces were so close, our noses were touching. His hot breath made my skin tingle as he spoke. "I'll miss you the most, tramp."
I laughed. Kissing my forehead, he parted from me and went to kiss Elizabeth and hug Charlie who were both standing on the porch. Before he hopped in the car, I ran to the car and asked him when he'd be coming home.
"When your tits grow and your ass fills out. Oh, and it wouldn't hurt if you wear dresses and learned how to walk in heels. Might as well get your cherry popped while you're at it." He chortled.
Then he started up the car and drove off.
So maybe Edward was joking when he said that. It still didn't stop little ole me from taking what he said literally. He didn't say he wouldn't ever touch me. My body just had to catch up with what he desired...and I'd do everything in my power to get my step-brother, Edward Masen, to fuck me.
Dear God (The Real One),
Sorry about the mix up a few years back. I really thought it was You that answered the door.
I have a favor to ask.
Do You think You can help me out with my boobs?I want to surprise Edward when he comes back home from school.
Also, could You get my dad to give us our TiVo back?
Okay, thanks.
Isabella