Author's Note: I recommend you visit my playlist (see my profile) and play White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane while reading this chapter. Trust me! Warning - legal pharmaceuticals are used "off label" in this chapter. I do not condone drug abuse. I do however condone lemons and here's one now. If you do not like lemons then why the fuck are you reading this?

White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said;
"FEED YOUR HEAD"

Memories hovered on the precipice of my consciousness however I was quick to squash that shit. I knew the voices that were hissing urgent whispers in my ear were not to be trusted. All that existed in this moment was Jacob and the tawdry Motel Six which was to be the backdrop for his undoing. He swiped the card in the slot and the door to our room opened. Insert euphemism here.

"Pizza?" Jake asked, even though he had to know food was the furthest thing from my mind.

"I need a shower. I smell like stink." My voice was laced with innuendo. I'm not sure why we were playing games when we could have been fucking already. I lifted my shirt off and lowered my pants rather unceremoniously and beckoned him to follow me into the bathroom.

"Bells," he gasped.

"What?"

His face was horrified. "Your stomach... "

I pulled him into my arms. "Shh, I forgive you." I dragged his hands across the healed-over wounds. "All fixed," I cooed.

"Bella, I'm concerned...what was that shit you were saying before about someone being after you?"

"No, Jake. Stop it. I have something for you to try." I removed his shirt and handed him several white 1mg doses of Ativan that I retrieved from my discarded pants. "Take four," I urged and dropped eight under my tongue.

"What's this? What are you doing?"

"I'm calming the fuck down. Trust me, Jake. This will make everything so much easier." I pulled the shower faucet to scalding and ducked under the stream.

"Alright...lemme just get some water."

"No, dissolve them under your tongue.

With wide eyes, he obeyed me. Didn't even question what pills I had handed him before slipping them in his mouth. "Now what?"

"Get naked. Make me forget that I'm a crazy bitch. Fuck the crazy out of me." I brought his hands to my breasts and kissed him, tasting the slightly bitter note of the meds that still lingered. He groaned into my mouth and pleaded with his tongue to gain deeper entrance. I pulled his tongue further in with a suck until it practically grazed my throat.

"Arngh," he whimpered and that's when I noticed he hadn't even taken off his pants yet. His jeans were soaking wet. With trembling hands he struggled out of the wet denim, wriggling the material over his hips. I lowered to my knees to give him a hand while just fucking marveling at the miracle that was his skin. It was nearly a deep, flawless copper with hardly any hair marring the perfection. I had neglected to notice how perfectly muscled his legs were the last time I had him in the buff. His thighs were thick and hard, his calves perfectly defined and his ass...I simply needed to write a haiku about his ass. A thousand painters could paint for a thousand years and not accurately portray its lusciousness... or, was that a thousand monkeys typing for a thousand years could write Shakespeare, given enough time and opportunity? Alright, I was pretty fucked up by now. Monkeys were composing soliloquies in my head.

"I'm lacking perspective. I feel very small and you're so big and strong." Water streamed down my hair and droplets were blurring my vision as I knelt before his gold. I wrapped my fingers around his slick cock. My hand appeared positively dainty in context with the beast. "Do you feel like you're fucking a midget?"

His face was dazed and delirious. He smiled a brilliant white flash; a shooting star. "No Bells. You're perfection. The most fucking beautiful girl I've ever seen. I can't believe you want me. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy and gorgeous you are?"

I glanced at the fogged up mirror. Meh, I was alright. "Just don't tell me how 'I don't see myself clearly'. If you ask me, everyone else's perception is fucked-up in this hallucination. I'm just an ordinary girl. Vanilla."

"Vanilla, huh?" He took his cock in his fist and urged my head forwards. "What flavour am I, then?"

I licked the head thoughtfully. "Dark chocolate and chili pepper. Sweet, bitter and hot." I sucked harder and heard him gasp and moan in response. He tried to push himself into me but I choked.

"Sorry, Bells. Too much?" he asked sheepishly.

"Very big. You know that it's way bigger than average, right?" It really did look like a third leg although my perception was altered unnaturally.

He nodded and turned away from me. "Yeah, I know I'm a freak."

What? No! "Are you on glue?"

"I don't know what I'm on, Bella."

"Just tranqs. Dude, you're being ridiculous. That's like being ashamed of...fuck, there's no equivalent."

"You're so small," he mused.

"You're a fucking massive beast and I love it. Now fuck my lilliputian pussy!"

With an eagerness that took my breath away, he lifted me so that our faces were level and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips found mine again and we took turns battling for dominance with our mouths and tongues. It was a battle I gladly claimed defeat in. I reached behind my head and turned off the faucet.

Still dripping, he carried me out of the shower and lowered us both onto the bed. "Are you wet for me, Bells?" he asked and then pushed a finger inside of me. I moaned and bucked into his hand.

"I need it so badly. It's aching, Jake. Only your cock and stop the ache."

He grunted and spread my legs wide. I was more than receptive. He buried himself nearly balls deep upon the first thrust. "You're not so big that a real woman can't handle you," I moaned sort of smugly.

"Not so big?" I was rewarded with a deep and hard thrust that should have impaled and sliced me in two. But it didn't hurt at all; it was heaven. I dug my feet into his hips, trying to draw him into me at a more frantic pace. He rocked at my desired tempo, never unsheathing his dick more than halfway before pushing himself back in to the hilt.

"I love you." His voice was husky and reverent. The words sounded like prayer.

I wanted to reply with something equally devout. "I need to come. Make me come!"

"Come for me, sweetheart."

I propped myself up on my elbows for leverage and met each of his thrusts with one of my own, howling in rhythm with the smack of our hips.

"Oh, fuck!" he swore and started to tremble. "I'm gonna-"

My pussy milked him, contracting during his ejaculation with an orgasm of its own. So sweet and so hot. I rode the waves of my bliss and writhed against his cock, mewing and crying until the beautiful spasms inside the walls of my pussy had quieted down completely.

He collapsed on me, whispering words of love and devotion into my hair. His gentle kisses transformed into contented sighs and settled into snores. Sleep found him so quickly that we were still joined.

I rolled from under him and disengaged. His seed dropped out of me and all over the motel sheets. Curling up against him I sighed, reveling in the silence. Our afterglow coupled with the sweetness of the drugs was the oblivion I sought. For the moment, I was at peace.

-({})-

My fucking iPhone would not shut up.

Beep beep beep.

Since when did my phone beep?

Beep beep beep.

"Jake," I moaned, not opening my eyes, "Pass me my phone."

Do you remember your name?

"My phone, Jake." My eyes remained squeezed shut. "Why did you turn on the TV?"

Open your eyes, Bella.

"Pass me my fucking phone!"

Beep beep beep.

-({})-

The room was dark when surfaced after fighting my way from out of a nightmare. Jake was snoring loudly beside me, blissfully cuddling into my back. Carefully, I climbed over him and grabbed my phone.

Text Messages: 5

New Text from Unknown: Call Alice

New Text from Pansy-assed Vampire: Where are you? Please, Bella?

New Text from Pansy-assed Vampire: I'll fix things. I swear. Please Bella?

New Text from Pansy-assed Vampire: I don't want to break my promise but I can't live like this.

New Text from Emmett: Went to the hospital. Can't find Edward. Where is he?

Response from Bella: Go ask Alice. I think she'll know.

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