Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters that are related to it. I just like to play around with them. We do however own Anthony and his whiny ass :)

A/N:

A: kriscullen thinks I should apologize...for my…fuck…my- I'm not doing this. *glares*

K: *hairy eyeball*

A: What the fuck ever *rolls eyes* Enjoy the chapter.

The Other Side of Me

Chapter 4

Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay
You run away
Faster and faster you can't seem to get away
Break
Hope there's a reason
For questions unanswered I just don't see everything
Yes I'm inside you
Tell me how does it feel to feel like this
Just like I do
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone

Drowning Pool- Tear Away

Anthony

"God fucking damn it!" The poor bowl that usually held my keys never had a chance. I had smacked the shit out of it so hard that it flew across the room and hit the wall. The shards of the broken bowl scattered from the impact it took from the wall and landed separately all over the foyer. How fucking poetic…even a damn bowl had the capability to capture what my life felt like. Broken past being fixable.

I'm not sure what sparked me to throw the bowl across the room but all I knew is that it felt good to release a bit of the anger I was harboring. I knew I shouldn't have left Starbucks the way I did. Trust me I felt shitty about it but I couldn't find it in me to regret leaving.

I may be a fucking douche bag that doesn't give a rat's ass about anything but I knew when to give up that notion. I wouldn't want to be totally heartless when it came to his situation. So I left. The hatred I had for our dickhead father didn't need to be transferred onto Edward.

Rather than trashing my apartment like I probably would have, I paced. Who the fuck did Carlisle think he was? He of all people should know the repercussions of an injury. He was a doctor for Christ's sake! I can't say that I didn't expect it though.

I did know though that what I had expected to see when I met Edward for coffee sure as hell wasn't the defeat that radiated off of him. It showed in the slump of shoulders and the way he looked at anyone but me. I knew something was up he began playing with his straw. It was something we both did when we were nervous and it pissed me off. It pissed me off because I just knew that whatever he had to say wasn't going to be something I liked to hear. And I was fucking right on about it not being something I wanted to hear.

I knew how controlling Carlisle could be. It was all about power for him and he liked to make those that were incapable of standing up for themselves to submit to him. He thrived on the cowardice of others. He was the epitome of scum…and he was a conniving asshole.

By the time I had sorted out the things that happened at the coffee shop the clock was already pushing close to nine. I knew how long I was capable of being trapped in my own head and I also knew the thoughts that would come to mind if I continued down that path. I figured getting an early start wouldn't hurt. So I opted to do what I did best.

I didn't really care for what the girl beside me was saying. Her looks had already proven to me that she would suffice just fine for my…recreational activities later on this evening. But she was a hot piece of ass that talked too much. Jasper and I have always had names for females like her.

She was a serial yakker that didn't know when to shut the fuck up. I seriously think my ears are going to bleed out or go partially deaf in my left ear. If it meant getting her in my bed later I'd gladly risk losing my hearing.

I don't know how long I sat there listening to her talk. All I knew is that I had had four beers and a shot or two or three of whatever the hell she bought for me. I think it was tequila. Chances are it probably was. I never really drank anything other than the hard shit that could cause temporary amnesia. So I let her buy me beers even though I fucking hated drinking them. I may be an asshole but I would never turn down a woman's advances.

"So sweetheart, tell me about yourself." I didn't have to engage her in talking but I felt that it wouldn't look as bad if I at least knew a few things about the girl before fucking her.

"Well my name is Mia and I go to the university here. I'll be graduating next spring. Weren't you listening at all? I already told you this. Tony baby why aren't you listening? Am I that boring?"

Yes Maya you are.

She was on my last nerve but I had to be civil. You ask and you shall receive was it not? I know the meaning had nothing to do with the situation but damn it I was going to use it if I wanted to.

"Not at all babe. I was just admiring the grain of the wood that makes up the bar." In other words…fuck yes I was bored.

"Oh well, why would you do that? The wood isn't even top quality? My father knows top quality and that isn't it." Her statement should have been accompanied with a delicate little sniff that us common folk sometimes use to describe snobby asses. She also talked too much AND was stupid.

"Well I like it, fucking sue me." I threw back the shot she had bought me just in time to see her stomp off towards the other end the of the 'poor quality' bar.

"You wouldn't have wanted to stick your dick in that pussy anyway man." I was just about to snap my head to the right where the voice was coming from before I thought better of it and slowly turned. My brain was already a bit buzzed from the shots rich bitch gave me. I didn't need the added motion to show me what I drank a few minutes earlier.

It did surprise me that when I managed to turn, I was faced with a pale blue shirt covered stomach. I glanced up and saw this it was a man that was probably an inch or two taller than my height. His hair was jet black and shoulder length. He had the common brown eyes and common pretty boy smile. He also looked Native American.

"Someone sitting here?" I simply shook my head. I didn't feel like talking to yappy chick much less some punk that felt the need to highlight the fact that I wasn't going to get any tonight.

"Like I was saying. You wouldn't have wanted to touch that with a ten foot pole. Take a look around. Men make up half of this bar's population. Pay attention now, this is where it gets tricky…She's fucked every last one of them," He made a big show of pointing out who she had slept with and when. It was a little surprising to find out that she did in fact sleep with all of them and the man could say when she had. "Like I said, not even with a ten foot pole would I touch her."

Thank fucking god that Maya decided to piss me off or my dick would have been five sheets to the wind with venereal diseases. I resisted the urge to cup myself through my jeans in hopes that my hand would provide the right amount of protection from the cooter crisis that was Maya. I really liked my dick.

"Anthony." It was simple and to the point.

"Jake. So what brings you to the bar?"

I growled. "My fucking father and my brother."

"Ah, family problems," Jake laughed. "Families are complete cock sucking assholes who don't know when to butt the fuck out of your life."

"Exactly, you see, my brother fucked up his leg and Carlisle said he has to start playing ball again as soon as he isn't hurt," I grumbled and threw my hand up asking the bartender for a Crown Royal on the rocks.

"So he plays ball? Does he do it professionally?"

I laughed throwing back my drink quickly asking for another. "You're fucking joking right? Edward Cullen? Hot shot short stop? Chicago Cubs?"

"Him? God dude is a douche. I met him at an event that was thrown by the Sox and the Cubs. He was a fucking asshole. He started yelling at some blonde chick." He scoffed. "Are you sure you're his brother?"

"I am."

Jake ordered me another drink. "So in my personal opinion, you should say fuck you to your family because it seems they all are too focused on your brother. Not that he deserves attention. Go out and have a ball."

I shook my head and downed my Crown. I thought about what Jake said as he got us more shots.

It wasn't long before Jake and I had more drinks than we could count with our hands (and often times with both sets of our hands). I vaguely remembered the promise about not drinking so much and the conversation I just had but it was quickly forgotten when a leggy broad sauntered her way up to where we were seated. Jake patted me on the back before quickly telling me he would see me around.

"Hi handsome, I've noticed that you've been by yourself for the whole evening and needed some company." I couldn't have turned her down if I wanted to. The drinks I had could have been the ones talking but I had to admit she was gorgeous.

Her hair was the rich color of ale with curls that hung loosely around her shoulders. It wasn't brown and it wasn't blonde. Her pale blue eyes accentuated the light dusting of freckles on the apples of her cheeks. My eyes ghosted over her proportionate form appreciatively before they landed on the black heels attached to her feet. I felt the tug of a smile begin to form as I imagined what I could do to her in those heels.

"Eyes up here green eyes. Judging by the shit eating grin that you just graced me with, I'm betting that your thoughts are nowhere near appropriate." She laughed a little before making room for her purse? Wallet? Clutch? Thing. That's what it was…a thing. The thing was now placed between us on the bar.

"What are you doing? I never said you could sit there. There's room over there for you to sit," Hmm it seems even when I'm drunk I don't tend to lose the asshole touch. She seemed to ignore my comments and made the seat Jake sat in her own.

"And unless you own this lovely establishment you can't tell me where to go. I think I'm mighty comfortable here. So tell me green eyes, why have you been sitting with another man for the duration of the night? You don't seem like the tall Native American type." Her words were serious but her eyes told a different story. She was laughing at me. I hated it. It turned me on.

"Is that so? To answer your question no I don't prefer Native American men. And he was very…how do you say it… enlightening."

"Oh yeah? Care to fill me in on what you talked about?" She was fishing for information. Good luck with that babe.

"No."

"Okay, well why don't we start out with names. My name is Carrie."

"Carrie you don't seem like the type so I'm going to be honest with you and not going to beat around the bush. I'm here to look for someone to bed. I have no interest in learning about careers, plans or whether or not we can have a relationship later on." It had sounded so much better when I was saying it in my head. Oh well. My intentions were known that it was just going to be a fuck and it was up to her to decide whether she'd be the lucky patron.

"I appreciate the honesty green eyes but I'm a big girl. Besides who's to say that wasn't what I was looking for when I came over here?" I think she purred. She fucking purred. Fuck me. Now, please and thank you.

"Well in that case Carrie what's your poison?"

I made sure that I stayed relatively coherent after I asked Carrie what she'd like to have to drink. Everyone knew that if one was too inebriated one wouldn't be able to perform their…duties and there was no way in hell that I was going to pass up fucking this girl and she told me as such. The whiny university student didn't hold a candle to the woman that I was currently escorting into my apartment complex.

I made a show of being the doting boyfriend/lover for the security guard that always took his post at the desk. I even made polite conversation about the weather while I felt the heat rising between the two of us. We said our goodbyes to Joe before heading to the elevators and hastily rushing in. The doors hadn't completely closed before I had her pinned up against the wall. A few silent seconds exchanged between before my hands found purchase amongst her sandy colored locks and pulled her head towards mine. Our mouths were a clash of teeth and tongue. The moans that were shared between us were both signals to our pleasure and to the breaths being exchanged between us.

The other women I've been with seem to have a thing with hair pulling so I test my theory. I tightened the grip I had on her hair and gently pull her head back to expose her neck. I'm not surprised when she moans and the noise goes straight to my cock. I want her to do it again so I kiss the base of her neck and nip at the tender flesh while working my way up to the shell of her ear.

"There's a reason why I didn't want to give you my name back at the bar baby," I take the lobe of her ear in my mouth before gently sucking on it and giving it a little tug with my teeth. "I just wanted to make sure that the only way you say my name is when I have you writhing beneath me begging for your release."

The ding of the elevator arriving on my floor broke us out of our lust induced trance. I offered her my arm as we walked. I also made sure that my fingers caressed the delicate skin on the inside of her elbow. I hoped that it was suggestive enough to get her to start thinking about what I was going to do to her with my fingers and eventually my dick.

I wanted her hot and aching for me before I even laid a hand on her. The door of my apartment gave way to the frantic push of our bodies and we landed in a heap on the floor and started laughing. I noticed the broken shards from the bowl I smashed earlier and promptly picked her up and carried her to my room and placed her on my bed. I didn't need her hot little body getting cut up because of it.

"These need to come off. It would be a shame for me not to have my lips on the skin that lies underneath." I reached toward the hem of her shirt and slid my hands underneath while my fingertips swirled patterns on her skin that left goose bumps in their wake. It didn't take long to have her shirt off and her bra unclasped. I slowly slid the straps of her bra down her arms and took one of her pink nipples into my mouth and massaged the one that wasn't being lavished with my hand and alternating the pressure between them. Her moans grew progressively louder when ever my tongue circled around her nipple before gently taking it between my teeth and pulling.

"Please." Her voice carried desperation and lust.

"Please what baby?" I nuzzled the slight stubble I had growing on her hardened nipples before planting slow languid kisses on the insides of her breasts and making me way down to the tops of her jeans and popping the buttons.

"You have too many clothes on green eyes. Take them off and then take me." My dick twitched with the thought of being inside her, claiming her and making her mine for the night. Clothes were hastily removed from my body and the remaining from hers.

"God, I want to fuck you but I need to make sure your ready for me baby. Are you ready for me?" Her breathy yes was accompanied with the spreading of her legs. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me when I reached her pussy and she was soaked. It was easy for my fingers to glide to and from the entrance of her pussy to her aching clit. She moaned as my fingertips circled her around entrance, giving her the friction she wanted but not quite enough to satiate it.

"My name is Anthony. Now scream it baby," The words hadn't completely left my lips before I had two fingers buried deep inside of her and my thumb rubbing her clit. "God you're so fucking wet and ready for me. I can't wait to be inside of you."

"Anthony please. Fuck me or I'll do it myself." I couldn't help but feel that she was challenging me. It was then that I remembered why I was attracted to her in the first place.

I lifted her hips slightly and rested her on my thighs. I reached over to my nightstand and fumbled around for a condom.

"Allow me," She took it from me and ripped it open with her teeth before lifting herself so she was hovering over me on her knees. She pumped my cock a few times before she rolled the condom on. She kissed my chest and licked her way along the tattoo on my left side. I pushed her back down and the bed and aligned myself at her entrance gently pushing the head of my cock into her. The clicking of my tongue ring and our heavy breathing were the only sounds filling the room before I thrusted into her.

"Fuck," she cried out. Her back was arching into me and the slight shift of our bodies felt amazing.

I pulled out of her slowly, almost teasingly, before I eased right back in. I leaned over her and kissed her roughly as I moved in and out of her. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and rolled her tongue around mine. I slid both of my arms underneath her body and grabbed her shoulder with one the while the other twisted in her lovely locks.

"You'll scream my name," I whispered into her mouth.

She whimpered and arched again. "Please I need you to fuck me harder."

I rolled onto my back and held Carrie by the hips. "Well then ride me baby."

She laid her palms down flat against my chest and started to lift herself up and down. I was mesmerized with every bounce of her breasts and the moans that escaped her lips. I growled every time she clenched around my dick. I grabbed her hair in my hands and tugged. The harder she rode the harder I pulled. Most women enjoyed my hair fetish, but Carrie fucking loved it.

"Fuck, Anthony I'm going to come," she whimpered.

I reached between us and massaged her clit with my calloused fingertips "Scream my name lovely."

As the rocking of her hips became quicker her right hand left my chest and reached behind her. I didn't know what she was doing until I felt the slight tug on my balls. I was close and I wanted to make her come before I did. I grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto my cock again and again. Her moans got louder. Suddenly her body stilled above me and she shuddered as her pussy contracted around me.

"Anthony!"

I smiled in victory as I came hard inside the beauty was riding my dick.

And I was true to my word. I made sure that she screamed my name the first time I fucked her and the time I woke her up for the second time.

And I sure as fuck made sure she left feeling satisfied after the third.

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