Chapter 2

"Goddamn, that was one hell of a fuckin' show. Motherfuck!" I screamed once I got onto the bus. My blood was racing a thousand miles a second fueled by shit load of coke, Jack and Jager. I had found my release forty-five minutes before the show out behind a dumpster behind the club. She was very innocent looking with hair that was so blonde it looked almost white, the palest blue eyes I have ever seen, and even the way she looked up at me with my dick in her mouth with. She looked child like but nothing was child like about what she was doing to my dick. I think her was Carli, but I was not entirely sure.

Jasper and Emmett looked over at me warily as they sat down on the opposing couch in the front part of the bus. Loud stomps were coming up the hallway from the back lounge area and I saw Carlisle with his green eyes about to rupture out of his skull. His hands were in a mangled claw formation and he had a death glare zeroed in on my face.

"Goddamn you, Cullen. From now on, I am enforcing each of you to ask for some fuckin' identification when you talk to these girls. Holy hell, Cullen, how old was that girl that you took behind the dumpster? She looked to be no older than fifteen. I stood out in the fuckin' heat of the evening outside the bus listening to that charade just in case some shit happened. All I heard was, 'Jesus Cullen, Jesus Cullen, Jesus Cullen over and over.' I didn't know if she was getting fucked or worshipping you as if you were the next messiah coming."

I cockily smirked at my father and scratched my nuts before I spoke, "Oh, she was getting fucked alright and she did worship me. So maybe I am the next coming of the messiah." I responded with a cocked right brow.

Carlisle deflated and sighed. Jasper and Emmett were pulling out a white tray and placed it upon the cushion between then. Emmett pulled a sandwich bag full of pot from this jeans pocket and threw it onto the tray. Jasper smiled lazily, started unrolling the bag, and emptied it on the tray. Carlisle threw rolling papers at Jazz, as he was the master at rolling the fattest and longest blunts. He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow in question.

"You want something added, coke…Golden Girl?"

"There isn't any golden girl…yet. Just a little snow white will do."

I looked over at Carlisle as he was talking to someone on the phone and was telling them their room number for a hotel. I was wondering if it was our massage therapist. Jasper had said her name was Bella Swan. That name sounded familiar but could not place it. With her last name being Swan and coming from Forks, that shit should have meant something to me, but it did not. My gaze wandered back to Jasper and smiled at him with a big ass grin because he had just rolled the fattest fuckin' blunt I have ever seen him roll. The motherfucker sealed the edge with his tongue, lit the bitch up and took the first drag off it…causing his eyes to instantly roll back into his head. He somehow managed to pass it to me and I took to the fucker as if it was my first born and inhaled like a person who was gasping for air.

Carlisle had hung up from whoever it was and held his hand waiting in the air, waiting for me to pass the joint to him. Being the shit head I was I took another long drag before handing the baby off. My body slumped back against the couch and felt every muscle melt into the curve of the cushion from the indention of my body. My father took one hit and got up to head back to the lounge, leaving us in our marijuana fog. Carlisle left his phone lying beside me. It irked me that he was talking to some person that was going to be intimately involved with MY band. Therefore, I pressed the send button and all the calls made, incoming and out going, were listed. Bella Swan was the last call he made. So I flipped open the phone and selected text message.

My fingers were trying to get my brain to decide on what to send when I instantly thought about sex. Arrogance was burning through my body as a match set to gasoline. I did not even know what the bitch looked like, but apparently, Carlisle did, and I knew he would not let some ugly chick touch his sons and nephew.

"I can't wait to inhale your scent and taste your skin," flew from my fingers with blinding speed. I laid my head back on the cushion after I pressed send and waited. I knew she was respond since it came from my father's phone. Beep Beep.

"I know this isn't Carlisle, who is this?" came back. My fuckin' ego was sailing and I was higher than the gods on Mount Olympus were.

I replied with, "You will see, in due time."

Nothing came back and that bothered me. More than it should. Jasper and Emmett had left and gone back to the lounge with Carlisle to play fuckin' Guitar Hero. I normally would have joined them, but not tonight. I had lyrics running through my mind and I had to get them typed up before they evaporated. My laptop bag was sitting next to my dad's, so I did not have far to reach for it.

Once I logged onto Windows, I opened up Microsoft Word and my fingers flew across the keys. Words ran from my brain and poured out through my fingertips.

Love me like the moon loves the ocean waves

Bury my heart into the grace of your pain

Rest your lips upon mine and let me inhale the despair

I'll breathe life into you and make you mine, if that's what you want

My love ceased to exist as your bliss ceased to exist

But joined together, we can by like Romeo and Juliet.

Then the words were gone as fast as they had appeared in my head. I saved the lyrics and hoped to return to them later.

Restrained, my dick twitched in my jeans as I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was dark with the exception for the dim overhead lights in the bus and the glow from my laptop. There was not any reason for my cock to be hard, but fuck was I horny. I wanted a warm, soft, supple body to lie on top of as she squirmed underneath me while I slid my dick in and out of her wet cunt. I wanted her to heavily breathe my name in my ear and arch her back as she drew close to coming all over me. Then I would pull out, wipe my dick off, and leave her lying on the couch with her chest heaving for air, as I went to my secret stash of golden girl and fall in love with her.

I am sure my father was going to try to keep Bella away from me as much as humanly possible, but we would need to form a working relationship. Snide remarks and vulgar touches were sure to bubble up, but I would have to rein them in. I noticed Carlisle had not come back for his phone and it laid there against my leg. Sleep was trying to take me over and I welcomed the bitch with open arms, but a loud fuckin' beep jolted me awake. Goddamn it! It was my father's phone and a goddamn text message.

"Carlisle, there is a problem with the room. Another Swan registered at the hotel called to cancel their room, but they cancelled mine and already gave that room to someone else. Please hurry with a response.-Bella"

Holy mother of fuck! My father was going to be furious. Holy shit! I gulped down the air and replied back," I'll work on it."

I ran back to the lounge and found my father snoring on the floor of the lounge. I kicked his right leg with my left foot and his eyelids shot right up. He looked at me and balled up his fists.

"Wait a minute, fucker. Bella sent you a text message that sounds urgent."

"Give me my phone!" He found her text and started rattling off cuss words that would make Esme blush.

"What the fuck happened to that room?" he screamed into the phone, apparently had the hotel.

Jasper rolled over and raised a brow in question at me.

"Bella's hotel room was cancelled and then given to someone else." Jasper's eyes got extremely big and I knew he felt pity for the front desk clerk. Emmett continued on snoring like a bear in hibernation.

"You are fully booked and my only option is to see if the girl will bunk up someone in my party. Am I hearing that correctly?" Carlisle stared at the floor before running his hand through his mass of blonde hair.

"Fine. Book her in my suite since it has the second bedroom and bathroom."

My father went to his call list and pressed Bella's name. She must have quickly answered. I could tell my father was not comfortable with the new arrangement.

"Bella, I'm sorry, but they have no other available rooms and my only option was to have you bunk with someone in our group. Truthfully, I am the only one I feel comfortable you bunking with. My suite has an extra bedroom with its own bathroom. I hope that is all right. "

There was a momentary pause before he relaxed with a nod of his head. He said his good bye and hung up.

"Son, thanks for waking me up. That was the grown up thing to do. I'm quite proud of you." he slapped me on the back and headed over to get a bottle of Coke.

"Uh, thanks, dad. I'm not a total fuck up or a moron."

He laughed under his breath and looked at me.

"I know. I just did not think you would react so quickly. I thought the poor girl would have to have sent like ten texts and six phone calls before you would do anything about it."

I shot him a pissed off look and made my way back up front, leaving that asshole behind me. Nevertheless, I knew my father was right; he was the only logical choice for Bella to bunk with. Once we hit Portland, the girls would be in town-Rosie, Alice and the crack whore Jane. I shuddered at the thought of her, but my dick grew harder than it already was.

Jane was as dirty as they got. She would let you fuck her anywhere, anyway with anybody. My big nine inch has been in every hole in the girl's body and I always left wondering why I did not tell her to fuck off and leave me alone. Not only did she fuck me, she would also fuck my fans and my groupies. I caught her on more than one occasion sucking on some girl's pussy in the back lounge of the bus or in the dressing area in the back of whatever club. There had even been the one horse, I think.

Her father was my main supplier. He always sent her with our shit to get her away from him. I guess a normal person would have felt sorry for her ass, but none of us did. To my knowledge, abuse or rape never happened. Aro just could not stand her as she reminded him of her mother, who he despised. Her mother also did not want her either. Fuck, if no one wanted me, I guess I might behave the way she did. However, she did not have to be that way, she chose to act the way she does, so I took advantage of her stupidity and willingness to fuck me whenever I was in the mood.

All of my love belonged to Golden Girl. True love was letting someone in your veins and she was the only one that I allowed to taste my blood. I was lonely without her until tomorrow. I would then relish in her arms and fall into the golden pool she offered me. I loved that girl more than anyone, even my family. Even my sweet little Snow Queen could not compete, not even close. I guess the closest thing that came to dividing my love from my Golden Girl was pussy and blowjobs. Those were my two main vices, even though I had more than two. What the fuck was poor Bella getting herself into? At that moment, I truly did not give a fuck.

The skies were turning into lavender, signaling the promise of the sun. I just wanted a shower, a hot breakfast and several hours of uninterrupted sleep. The girls would not be there until the late afternoon, so I had downtime. I wonder if Bella would be up to giving me a massage. I wanted to be the first fucker on her table in this fucked up caravan of freaks. As the road rolled on, I cracked open my Jack and settled up against the window to watch the scenery blur by.