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Lyrics in this chapter belong to:
Tangled in the great escape – Pierce the Veil
Black – Pearl Jam
I miss you – Blink182
This is for the guest reviewer, Beth: Thank you for reading the story up to this point, and I'm really sorry to lose you as a reader, but I understand completely about your decision. Thanks again.
I would also like to apologize for not warning you guys in the previous chapter about Carlisle's illness. I should have written a warning before the chapter started that it might be sensitive to some readers.
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I let you down and I started to run.
Never meant to be your pain.
Oh my God, what have I become?
Show me and show me the way back.
Show me the way back home.
(Tangled in the great escape – Pierce the Veil)
Chapter Thirteen – Problems at heart
BPOV
After my flight landed, I went directly to baggage claim to get my stuff. Seth had stayed behind in LA to cancel my other signings and concerts.
I saw my bright pink and black suitcase on the conveyer and grabbed it with a sigh. It felt good to be back in Seattle, back home. The chaos on LAX was enough to last me for a lifetime. The paparazzi's were beyond brutal especially when it came to Edward and the allegations they made.
Edward was right about one thing, though, I had to make a statement because the shit they were making up was ridiculous.
I was just about to relish in the peace and quiet of Sea-Tec airport when I was attacked by the press.
"Isabella Swan, why did you lie about your identity?"
"Isabella Swan, is Edward Cullen the father of your son?"
"When can we have a statement, Isabella?"
I hid my face in my coat and pushed past them. Their cameras flashed around me. I was about to have a panic attack when I heard Jake's voice yell my name. I almost cried from relief. My eyes scanned the area frantically and when I spotted him, I started sobbing. My legs wobbled a little but I pushed myself to walk faster and straight into his arms.
"Who is this, Isabella? Is this your boyfriend?"
"Isabella, is this your daughter's father?"
"Jake" I whispered, "get me out of here, please"
"Come on" he took my suitcase in one hand and wrapped his other arm around my shoulders. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck as we walked out of the airport.
The cameras kept flashing even after we pulled away in Jake's black Mercedes, and I knew we were going to be on the front page of tomorrow's paper. We drove in silence for a while before I cleared my throat and dared to look at Jake. From the last time we spoke he was livid, and from the looks of things, he still was. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed as he kept them on the road.
"Jake…"
"Not now, Bella, I'm driving" he interrupted me.
I sighed. I couldn't blame him for being angry. I have lied to him and now he was being pulled into this media frenzy without even knowing what the fuck was going on. He hadn't deserved what I'd done. Another sigh escaped my lips before I rested my head against the seat.
"You still coming to my place, right?" he asked with a tight voice.
"I said I would spend the night at your place, Jake, why would I change my mind?" I asked in irritation. I was tired - beyond tired - and pissed at the world, even though I've dug my own fucking grave and have no one else but myself to blame.
He just gave me one nod without answering. I bit down on my bottom lip. This was going to be a long night.
Once we stopped at his house, he climbed out of the car and came around to open the door for me. He then took my suitcase out of the trunk of his car and walked to his front door. I followed him with a heavy heart. I rather wanted to see my children than to be here – in this house with a brewing Jacob Black -, but it was late and I would arrive at my dad's house at two in the morning. They would be sleeping anyway, and I wouldn't want to keep Charlie out of sleep by waiting up for me – worriedly waiting up for me.
"Why have you lied to me, Bella?" he asked as we barely made it inside the house. He threw my suitcase down.
"I didn't want to pull you into that life…it was a risk if too many people knew-"
"I'm not just anybody, Bella, fuck sakes, I'm your fiancé" he lashed out. He raked his fingers through his black hair before he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I don't even understand why you had to go through such extremes just to fucking sing! Why?"
"To avoid exactly what's happening right now" I argued, rubbing my forehead viciously. "I just wanted to make enough so that I could get my degree and-"
"Your degree?" he spat, "Bella, I could have helped you with that. I have the money-"
"I don't want your fucking money, Jake" I spat back.
"Why not? You are going to be my wife in a month, Bella, what's mine is yours"
I shook my head. How could I explain to him that it would make me feel guilty? I already felt guilty enough by not loving him the way he loved me…adding his money to the pile would be disastrous.
"No, Jake, I'm not taking your money. I don't want your money, do you understand?"
He sighed. "There's other ways to get a fucking degree, Bella, like taking out a loan-"
I snorted. "And I'll have to pay that back at some stage, Jake, what if I won't be able to" I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest. "No, that wasn't even an option"
"You made me look like a fool, Bella"
"Jake," I sighed and approached him slowly. I clenched the front of his shirt with my fists and stared at his chest, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" I apologized while I slowly raised my eyes to meet his.
His eyes bored into mine and the black angry orbs slowly liquefied into the loving brown orbs I knew. He took a deep breath before his arms wrapped around my body and pulled me close to him.
"I love you, Bella, so fucking much" he whispered into my hair.
I felt a single tear roll down my cheek because I knew I had to say those words back, but they just wouldn't form in my mouth. Everything about the moment felt wrong; the arms around me, the husky voice pledging his love to me and the lips against my forehead.
The guilt of what happened in my hotel room back in LA, consumed me. I felt the bile rose to my throat when flashes of mine and Edward's lips tangled together, played out before me like a fucking movie scene. I cheated on Jake…I cheated on a man who trusted me, a man who does not deserve my betrayal.
"Jake" I cleared my throat and gently pushed him away, "if you don't mind, I'd like to go to bed. It's been a long day and I'm bushed" I tried to smile, but my lips pulled into a narrow line instead.
Jake frowned while rubbing his hands up and down my arms.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
I could only nod.
"Then let's get you to bed" he smiled. "We can talk some more in the morning" he added.
After I took a long hot shower, I crawled into bed next to Jake. I took a deep, relaxing breath before I said goodnight to Jake. I never heard his reply because I fell into a deep sleep directly after the words escaped my mouth.
I was awoken by the wrinkling of paper, like pages turning.
I raised my left arm and stretched out with a deep yawn followed by a satisfied sigh. I turned onto my back and stared at the white ceiling. I was supposed to be disturbed by the dream I had of Edward, but I felt content and wished, for a second, that it could have been real. The way his lips trailed feathery light kisses over my entire body left me wanting more. The anticipation I felt in my dream was still lingering inside my heart, leaving me sad that the dream was over before I had a chance to see what would have happened next, though, I knew deep down what would have happened next. He would have satisfied me in every way – just like he used too – before he would have made incredible love to me.
A lazy smile curled my lips and a deep sigh escaped my mouth.
"Is that smile for me or for Cullen?" I was brought back to reality by Jake's venomous voice. I raised my upper body and leaned on my elbows, staring at a furious Jake. He was sitting on his leather couch in the farthest corner of his room. He had a magazine in his hands and a newspaper on his lap.
I widened my eyes at his accusation and my heart sprinted in fear.
"What do you mean?" I stuttered.
He broke the eye contact for a second before he looked back at me.
"Where do I start?" he hissed. "Maybe I should start by asking you why the fuck are you having sex dreams about Cullen? But on second thought, I could always turn to the fucking tabloids for answers" he spat. He stood up and threw the magazine onto the bed, a livid Edward staring back at me from the front page. I sat up completely and took the magazine, turning to the article inside – my dream of him completely forgotten.
F #k You! I read the headline. Another picture of Edward was printed on a full page, followed with tiny pictures as he assaulted a reporter.
A statement from Edward Cullen, lead singer of the band – Eclipse -, was made yesterday after he was caught entering the hotel where Isabella Marie Swan, or, Izzy Stewart as we know her, were staying.
"You want a statement, you vultures, I'll give you a damn statement" he said after he assaulted one of the reporters, Caius Volturi. "F# k you! How about that for a f# king statement? Go print that in your pathetic magazines and newspapers" he stated before he jumped into the elevator which probably led to Isabella's room.
The question on society's lips is whether Edward and Isabella are back together?
I swallowed hard before I turned to the next page, revealing a full page of Edward's fiancée, or ex-fiancée according to him.
We may be able to answer that question. Tanya Denali, Edward's fiancée, gave us a full statement.
Edward Cullen and Tanya Denali are broken up, yes, we were just as shocked to learn this, but they broke of their engagement.
"Ever since he ran into Bella Swan he changed; he was cold and distant towards me" a hurt Tanya stated. "He broke our engagement off, two weeks after he ran into Bella Swan again"
We asked her about Isabella's son, and Tanya had this to say;
"Yes, he is Edward's son. He never knew he had a son. She kept it a secret for over ten years" Tanya stated.
I read a few lines of Tanya's statement and my blood was fucking boiling towards this woman. I've never done anything to her, I don't even know her, but she's implying in this article that Edward broke her heart to come back to me. And blabbering shit about my son, about something she had no fucking clue about, pissed me off.
Could there be romance blossoming between Edward and Bella – as Tanya said her name was – or are their relationship purely that off a mother and father who have split up? We'll hopefully have answers for you soon enough when either Edward or Bella decides to give a full statement!
"What was he doing in your hotel room, Bella?" Jake's voice brought me out of my reverie. My head shot up to meet the eyes of my furious fiancé.
"What are you implying, Jake?" I asked, heat rising to my cheeks. I looked away from his piercing eyes as they accused me of what I've already felt guilty about – the kiss!
"By the guilt in your eyes and the blood-red blush on your face, I guess I'm not implying anything, I fucking know" he bellowed. He raked his fingers through his hair a couple of times before he brought his hands to a standstill on his hips. "I want the truth, Bella" he whispered. His chest heaved up and down from the fury that must have built up from the inside.
I hugged my knees to my chest and took a deep breath. Do I tell Jacob the truth about my betrayal? Do I want to break his heart? Break the promise I made to marry him?
"Jake, I-"
"Now's not the time to say you're fucking sorry, Bella, I just want to hear the truth out of your mouth" he hissed through clenched teeth.
I looked down to my hands that were folded around my legs. I haven't even had the guts to look into his eyes. I was a miserable excuse for a human being.
"NOW!" he bellowed, and I almost jumped off the bed as his voice sounded like a cracked whip echoing through the room. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I started my explanation.
"He came to my room after my first concert" I started telling him about how Edward figured out that I was Izzy Stewart. I still didn't look into Jake's eyes and kept mine on my wringing fingers around my legs. When I came to the part where we kissed, my lips quivered and I stuttered throughout the entire tale.
"You kissed him?" he asked shocked. Although Jake seemed to have known that something happened in my hotel room, he hadn't expected it to be true. The shock on his face proved it. He had hoped that I was going to tell him that nothing happened and that the reporters were only speculating.
"It happened so fast…I was livid and a bit tipsy…I just, I just don't know what to tell you, Jake. It happened and I wish I could go back in time and change it, but I can't" I explained. I frowned. Would I have changed that kiss if I could have gone back in time? Would I have pushed him away before his lips – his gloriously soft and sweet lips - locked with mine? These questions were supposed to have one answer and one answer only, yes, I would have. But, I wasn't even able to form that three-letter-word in my head. The worst part was that my thoughts were supposed to infuriate me – for even cheating on Jake in my head -, but they hadn't.
"You were angry? And drunk?" he spat, bringing me out of my reverie about Edward's lips. "Is that supposed to be an excuse for kissing him?"
"Jake, I'm not using excuses. It's the truth. It was ten years of pent-up emotions-"
"Oh, please, Bella, don't start that shit with me" he paced the floor in front of the bed. "I can't believe you…you made a promise to me, Bella" he accused.
The guilt multiplied by double after his words. I had made a promise to Jake. I promised that I wouldn't betray his trust and that I would marry him. But that was before Edward re-entered my life…before Edward had pledged his love to me again.
"Jake, I'm sorry" I hissed. I was getting sick and tired of everyone treating me like shit; treating me as if I was a fucking child. I was sick and tired of people assuming shit about my life, accusing me of shit and of people yelling at me all the time.
"I can forgive you, Bella, for cheating and betraying my trust" he sighed. "I guess the real question here would be if you'll still marry me?" he asked. He stopped pacing and met my eyes. I hugged my legs closer to my chest as the hurt in his eyes pierced my heart.
"Why would you still want to marry me? Jake, I'm a miserable excuse-"
He took two steps towards the bed and pulled me out. I stood in front of him, my heart hammering inside my chest, and he cupped my cheeks between his palms so delicately, as if I was a china doll and he was afraid I would break. I closed my eyes at his touch; warmth and safety filled my heart, but no love – not real love anyways – maybe that of a friend.
"I love you, Bella, don't you see. I love you so fucking much" he said hoarsely. "I can't lose you, Bella, I just can't" he whispered. His eyes were liquid-gold from all the emotions.
I closed my eyes again. I was so confused; my heart wanted Edward, even though he had hurt me beyond repair, I still wanted him. But Jake needed me, and I made a promise to Jake to marry him. How could I break his heart? Break my promise to him?
"I made a promise to you, Jake, and I'll keep my promise" I said and felt my heart break into a million pieces.
He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. I sighed. It was time to forget about what Edward said, and forget about my feelings for him because this man needed me. He had done so much for me and my kids, and if I had to repay him by marrying him, then that's what I'll do.
Thank goodness Edward was in LA and I would not see him for a while. That would make my decision about marrying Jake so much easier. I wouldn't be able to handle seeing Edward and go through with my wedding-plans, though the wedding was already planned and paid for.
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad, turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be…
(Black – Pearl Jam)
I missed my kids so damn much, and if I could have been in Forks last night, I would have. The drive to Forks was long and the silence between Jake and me were killing me. I just had nothing to say, and I guess he had a lot of thinking to do; by the way his face scrunched up every few seconds, the way he pinched the bridge of his nose and the way he took turns rubbing his forehead and the back of his neck. He looked agitated a few times and then sad at other times. It broke my heart to know that I was the cause of that hurt and anguish.
When we turned down the familiar old street, I saw Charlie's white house with his cruiser parked on the lawn. I shook my head, he never gave a shit about a garden or that he fucks up the lawn by parking on it. My heart sped up when Jake pulled into the drive way. I was out of the car before Jake even pulled it to a stop.
"Mommy, mommy" Abbey came running through the front door. I crouched down and held my arms out for her. She ran straight into them and I picked her up, twirling her around and around. I took a whiff of her hair and sighed in contentment. The emptiness in my heart filled with Abbey's presence.
"I've missed you so much, baby-girl" I said and planted kisses all over her face. Her giggles filled up my heart even more.
"I missed you too, mommy" she gave me a wet-kiss before she wiggled herself out of my arms. She ran to Jake and greeted him. I looked around for Tristan and smiled when I saw him standing on the porch. I frowned when he just stood there, not moving to come and greet me.
"Tris" I called out. He turned around and ran into the house. My heart broke into a million pieces by his rejection. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong? What could have happened for him to refuse to greet me?
Jake took a stand next to me, lacing out fingers together. Abbey took my other hand and we walked towards Charlie who slowly approached us. By the frown on Charlie's face, I knew something was wrong. I quickly crouched down to look at my daughter.
"Abs, why don't you go and see if Tristan needs help with something" I suggested.
She pouted and sighed, "He's older than me, but I have to help him with stuff" she stomped her tiny foot before she made her way to the house, "like all the time" she added over her shoulder. I haven't missed the 'all' she emphasized, and a low chuckle escaped my lips. She was too cute for her own good.
"Hey, dad" I greeted and hugged him.
"Bells" he smiled and nodded towards Jake before he shook Jake's hand in hello.
"What's going on with Tristan?" I asked, nodding towards the house.
Charlie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"He saw you on the news, Bella" Charlie explained.
"What, no?" I gasped. I clasped my hands in front of my mouth.
"I don't know what he meant, but he mumbled something 'bout 'lying again' and 'sick of lies'" Charlie made exclamation marks when he quoted Tristan's words and even tried to use Tristan's voice. "What was that about, anyway?" Charlie asked.
"I lied to him about Edward, dad, and I promised that I won't lie to him ever again" I explained.
"Well, he's pretty pissed. Wouldn't even speak to me, only person that he spoke to was Edward" Charlie rubbed down on his moustache.
"When did Edward call?" I asked. I saw Jake's frown out of my periphery, but ignored him. Edward was my son's father and he had to accept that fact, even though he had no time for Edward.
"Late last night" Charlie scratched his head, "he actually called twice. The first time was his normal time, but the second was really late" Charlie explained further. "Maybe Tristan called him and asked him to call back, I don't know, but that kid is a walking time-bomb"
"I'll go talk to him" I sighed and unhooked my fingers from Jake's.
"Bells, are you okay? I mean, with the media and everything that happened?" Charlie asked. Worry and concern filled his dark eyes, and I smiled lamely at him.
"I'll be fine, dad, I'm worried about Tris and Abs" I said before I excused myself to go talk to my son.
My heart hammered in my chest from the anxiety I felt. Being a mom was so hard, especially when I knew that I let one of my children down. On my way to Tristan, I kept thinking that I could face any lie I've told, except one; Abbey's father. I would die if I was confronted about that lie, especially by Abbey.
Tristan was sitting on my old bed, and when I entered the room, he barely looked up before he turned his head away from me and stared out of the window. Tears immediately sprung to my eyes, but I tried to swallow them back as I took a seat next to him on the bed.
"Don't I get a hello" I asked softly.
"Hello" he whispered hoarsely.
"Tris-"
"You have lied again, mom, after you promised no more lies" he accused.
"I had to lie about that, Tristan, don't you see that?" I started pleading my case.
He shook his head slowly before he turned to face me.
"Why? You have a beautiful voice, mom, why would you want to hide behind someone else's name?" he asked with a deep frown forming on his forehead. I swallowed hard. The resemblances between Edward and Tristan left me breathless, even more now that I've seen Edward again.
"I didn't want you and Abbey exposed, Tristan, the media can be brutal. You won't have much of a life, baby, you won't be able to go to the park without being assaulted by reporters. You won't even be able to go to the shop, Tristan" I explained myself.
"Oh, I never thought about that" he looked down to his fingers which were nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. His head shot up and looked at me again, "Dad seems to do just fine" he said and it felt like he threw me with a bucket of ice-cold water.
"Tristan," I said with my eyes closed, "Edward had years to get used to the paparazzi's…and he didn't have you to worry about" I said. "If Edward had known about you, he would have done anything to keep you out of the news"
"Mom, I didn't mean to compare you to dad, I'm sorry" he said.
"I know. I'm sorry, too, about lying again and for breaking your trust" I smiled lazily. I raked my fingers through his hair before I pulled him in for a big hug. My heart almost exploded in my chest when his arms wrapped around my waist. My son was the most forgiving person in this world.
You should take a few pointers from him, I thought to myself.
"Tris, I need to tell you something" I let him out of my arms and waited for him to look at me. "These next couple of days or weeks is going to be rough with reporters taking pictures of us. Plus, I want you to know that you shouldn't always believe what you read in the papers or in magazines, or see on the news. Some stories are just that, stories that are speculated by people who don't know the real facts"
"I understand, mom. It's like that reporter that dad punched because he was accusing you of cheating on dad" he nodded. I gasped.
"Where did you read about that?" I asked in shock.
He shook his head, "I didn't read about it, it was on the news late last night. That's why I called dad and asked him to call me back" he explained. "But dad already explained everything, not that I ever doubted you" he added quickly.
"Oh" I said softly. Again, I wasn't here when my son needed me, Edward was and he took my place. I had to admit that I was a bit jealous, but quickly pushed it away. He was Tristan's father and he had to stand up and play the part at some time.
"I have to admit, I was pretty impressed to have learned that Izzy Stewart was actually my mom in the flesh" he chuckled. "I now have two famous parents" he smiled.
"Oh, baby, I love you so much" I chuckled.
"I love you too, mom, but please don't lie to me anymore" his eyes were serious, reminding me of Edward's when he begged me to give him a fair chance before I marry Jake.
"I won't, I promise" I stroked his head with a smile. "So you'll be fine with everything that's going to happen?" I asked again.
He nodded. His lips curled into that crooked grin I loved so much. "Sure, I mean, Embry and Marcus are going to be so jealous that I have not one, but two famous parents" he laughed while holding two fingers in the air. It warmed my heart that he was actually proud of me, though I hated myself for leading them into this crazy media frenzy.
"Tris, where's Abbey?" I suddenly asked when I realized that I asked her to see if Tristan needed help.
He shrugged. "She asked me if I wanted help, and I figured that it was you that send her to ask me that" he cocked one eyebrow at me to let me know how well he knew me. I chuckled and shook my head. "So, I asked her to pack her clothes and get her stuff together" he winked.
"You are my rock, Tristan" I smiled.
"Pfft, I know" he pouted his lips and looked at me through the corners of his eyes before he burst into laughter. "You" laugh "should" laugh "see" laugh "your" laugh "face" he held onto his stomach while laughing some more.
I laughed with him before I bumped him with my shoulder. "So, we're okay, right?" I bit down the corner of my lip while waiting in anticipation for his answer.
"Sure, mom. We're cool" he bumped me back.
Emmett's POV
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight
(I miss you – Blink182)
I just came from the hospital, a long ass shift behind me, and I was still wearing my scrubs. I grabbed a beer from my fridge and went to my living room, plopping down on my favorite leather couch. I shifted my body down the couch so that I was half-sitting-half-laying and leaned my head against the couch's back.
What a hectic day. Edward and Bella's names were on every gossip magazine on the shelves and every newspaper. Fuck me, you could have pushed me over with your fucking pinky when I've learned that Bella was indeed the famous, Izzy Stewart. I had no idea that Bella could sing, and sing she could, Bella had some fucking pipes.
If you asked me, I thought she was a fucking hypocrite. Leaving Edward ten years ago for being in a band and being famous, and years later she was doing the exact same thing she left Edward for. She was a real piece of work. I loved her like a sister, but she shit she had pulled on Edward pissed me the fuck off. First she almost killed him by leaving, then she kept his son away from him and then she started singing. I would like to give her a piece of my mind.
Ah, fuck, thinking about Bella brought a specific blonde to mind. Problem was, if I started thinking about her, I couldn't stop. Then I would probably go to bed and have another exotic dream about her, stand up with a hard-on, take care of it in the shower and be in a pissy mood the entire day.
I was such a fucking prick. Here I was, alone in my fucking house, with a sexy as hell blond dancing around in my damn head. And it was my own damn fault!
Ever since I walked out of Bella's apartment two weeks ago, I wasn't able to get Rosalie out of my head. How the fuck could I have walked away from her? Sure, I was pissed at her, especially after I found out that she was helping Bella in keeping my brother's son away from him, but to just let go of her? Was I fucking nuts?
I have never felt like this about a woman, not even about Irina, and I was just going to give up on her over some stupid feud between Edward and Bella. Fuck, I'm an idiot. I gripped my short hair between my fingers and pulled hard.
At least Edward would be moving back here soon. I'd have a fucking distraction, at least for a while.
I took a swig of my beer before I stood up and walked to my stereo system. I grabbed the remote and pressed play; the sounds of my favorite metal band filled the room, calming me instantly. But, only for a second because the lyrics reminded me of Rosalie and how fucking much I missed her.
My cellphone rang and I turned the volume down before I answered it. It was the security guard at my gate.
"Something wrong, Aro?" I answered.
"No, Mr. Cullen, but there's a woman here at the gate, and she's demanding to see you" he chuckled. "Pretty little lady" he added.
"Well, did she give you a name?" I asked amused.
"Miss Rosalie Hale" he said. My heart stopped beating for a moment. What was she doing here? "Ur, Mr. Cullen, can I open the gate for her?" he asked uncertain.
"Ur, yes, Aro, open the gate" I stuttered.
After I ended the call, I rubbed my sweaty hands down my scrubs. I had to take a few breaths to calm myself down and calm my erratically beating heart.
I went to my front door and waited by the open door for her. I was surprised to see her walking up the driveway and not driving. What happened to her car?
I crossed my arms over my chest and waited patiently for her. My insides were all bubbly from just seeing her afar and couldn't wait for her to get closer, but I was also wondering how she knew where I lived. We never got to that part in our short-as-shit-relationship.
The closer she came, the more unstable my heartbeat got. This was my soul mate walking towards me, the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I had no idea what she was doing here, but I had no intention of letting her go…ever again!
Her head hung a little while she walked, looking at her feet on the path, but when she raised her head and met my eyes, she froze in her steps. I beckoned her towards me with my forefinger and she continued up the path until she came to a standstill in front of me.
"Hey, Em" she whispered with sparkly eyes. My heart sprinted at the sound of her voice.
"Hey, yourself" I smiled. I moved out of the way and held my hand out towards the door. She walked past me into my house and I followed her.
"You're probably wondering how I knew where you lived?" she asked, looking really nervous while wringing her fingers together.
"It crossed my mind" I answered quickly. "But first I'd like to know how you got here?" I added before I disappeared to my kitchen where I grabbed two beers. I loved the fact that Rosalie liked her beer. I went back to the living room and handed her the beer.
"Thanks" she nodded. "Taxi" she answered simply and took a long swig from the bottle. Desire filled my heart while I watched her swallow the beer; her head was slightly tipped backwards, her full red lips locked around the rim of the bottle and her neck was beautifully exposed…fuck.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She caught me staring at her and bit down on the corner of her bottom lip.
"I…uh…I found a card with Edward's number in Tristan's room, so-"
"You called Edward?" I asked shocked. From what I've learned, Rose hates Edward and wants nothing to do with him.
She nodded. "I am a desperate woman" she shrugged.
"Wow" I shook my head. I took a seat on the leather couch and patted on the seat next to me. "Join me?" I asked.
She pulled her stilettos off of her feet before she sat down with her feet under her perfect ass. Oh, how I wished I were those feet. She was facing me and rested her elbow on the back of the couch with her head leaning on her clenched hand. Fuck, she was beautiful, an absolute vision.
I also turned to face her, but with only one of my legs resting under my body.
"You're desperate, are you? Why?" I asked curiously.
"Well, Bella and I had a talk the other night, and she said something that haunted me from the moment the words left her mouth-"
"Really? What did she say?" I interrupted her. My hands burned with desire to reach out and just touch her beautiful face, and my lips were prickling with need to lean down and kiss those luscious lips – which I only had the privilege to kiss twice since knowing her.
"That I'll regret letting you go because you are one hell of a fucking guy-"
My body moved an inch forward, my big hands cradled her porcelain skin while my thumbs gently rubbed her bottom lip from left to right and back again.
"Rose" I closed my eyes, my heart were swollen to a point where it was so fucking painful and hard to breathe. "Please bring my heart out of this hell it has been in since the moment I walked out of your apartment…please tell me that you are here for me and that you feel the same things I'm feeling" I begged.
"I've fallen for you, Emmett, fallen so hard that I can't seem to function without you. It feels like someone punched a hole through my chest from the moment you said goodbye" she whispered, her voice thick with emotions.
"I've not only fallen for you, Rosalie Hale, I'm fucking in love with you" I said as my face moved closer to hers. Our lips were merely inches from another. "I'm so sorry for walking away from you. I have regretted that decision from the moment I made it, and I'll never forgive myself for doing that. I can't seem to function without you, either, so please, please forgive me and be my girl again?" I pleaded. My heart was in absolute pain without this woman. I needed her like I needed air to breathe. "I'm sorry-"
My voice died as her lips locked with mine, sweet fucking music buzzed in my ears as our lips started moving together. My hands still cradled her face, but I moved them down to her neck pulling her closer to me.
Her hands crawled up my chest, up my neck, along my jawline and finally into my short hair where she locked her fingers around the curly hairs.
I have kissed Rosalie twice and each time were heaven, but this, this was so much deeper than anything I've ever felt before. The pent-up need from both of us, the love, the passion and the lust were thrown into this kiss and it intensified every feeling swirling around in my heart.
I have no idea how or when it happened, but Rosalie were straddling my body, pressing herself into me and eliciting a growl from my chest. My hands were resting on her lower back now, while our lips moved in perfect unison. She nibbled on my bottom lip and I felt my dick grow even harder, if that was even possible. I opened my mouth, giving her full access to the inside, and she slowly and seductively slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues met and for a moment they just ghosted over one another, pleased with the reunion, and rejoiced in the feelings they provoked.
Rosalie pressed her lower body against mine, eliciting another low moan from my mouth, and started moving slowly. My hands crawled up her back and down again before they gripped her hips to still her movements. Her lips froze on mine before she opened her crystal blue eyes, filled with lust and desire, and now, confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asked huskily.
"If this is leading where I think it is I don't want it to happen on the couch" I said out of breath. "Is this what you want?" I asked.
"I don't care where we make love, Emmett-"
I removed my one hand from her hip and pressed my finger over her mouth. I laughed softly.
"That's not what I meant, Rose. I'm asking if you want to make love, I'm asking if you are sure about this?" I said with a smile.
"Oh" her lips formed the 'o' but they made no sound.
"Well…" I prompted when she just stared into my eyes.
"I'm sure, Em, I want you and I want you to make me yours in every way possible" she croaked, "if that's what you want" she added with uncertainty.
"Are you kidding me?" I raised my hips upwards, pressing my rock hard dick against her lower body, "that's all you, Rose"
"Then what are you waiting for?" she cocked her one eyebrow seductively and that was all I needed to hear. I wrapped my arms around her body and lifted both our bodies from the couch. I hastily made my way to the stairs – cursing myself for buying such a big fucking house with so many stairs – and started climbing them.
Her lips locked with mine again, and I stopped climbing, pushing her body against the wall. Our hands were everywhere; her fingers fumbled with the hem of my shirt and started pulling it upwards. I let go of her legs and helped her pull my shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor. I helped her to unbutton her blouse, revealing her black lace-covered breasts. My fingers trailed up her stomach, swirling over her erect nipple that was easily visible from under the lace. I leaned down and kissed the top of her naked breast just above her bra.
I groaned hard as I picked her up and started climbing again. We kissed and groped each other all the way to my room.
I threw our bodies onto my bed and was about to crawl over her body when she quickly sat up. Her eyes were wide, as if in awe, as she started looking around.
"Fuck, Em, you have a beautiful room" she gasped as she climbed off the bed and started walking around.
I groaned and pushed my face into my bed. "Rose, really? Do you have to look at the room now?" I said with my face still pushed into the bed.
Her bubbly laughter filled my room, and out of curiosity I looked up. My eyes must have bulged out of my sockets; she was standing there naked, well, half-naked. Her clothes were sprawled on the floor and she stood before me in only her matching black lacey bra and thong.
"Come here" I beckoned her with my forefinger.
My eyes froze on her legs, as they slowly walked towards me. Fuck, she had beautiful legs; endlessly long and perfectly shaped legs.
She kneeled onto the bed next to me; my hand automatically crept up her inner thighs and stopped at the black material that was soaking wet from her arousal. Our eyes locked; the raw unadulterated lust darkened her icy blue eyes to an almost purple.
My finger gently rubbed her clothed center, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she bit down onto her bottom lip. The low whimpering sounds escaping her mouth almost made me cum then and there. I slowly sat up and placed both my hands on her back, tipping her over with my body and slowing her fall with my hands.
My lips ghosted over her entire body; starting at her lips, down her jawline, resting on her collarbone, across her shoulders and down to her breasts. My tongue flicked out and licked around her perfectly pink nipple before I sucked it into my mouth. Her back arched up, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth. I groaned, causing my lips to vibrate against her supple flesh. I gently nibbled on her nipple causing her body to writhe underneath mine.
I gave the same amount of attention to her other breast before my lips trailed lazily down her ribcage, across her stomach where I froze at her bellybutton, dipping my tongue into the tiny hole and swirled my tongue around and around. Her hands rested next to her body, but her hands fisted my bedspread.
I chuckled against her flesh, reveling in the fact that she was panting my name and desperately begged me to stop torturing her.
I had dreamt of this since the moment I laid eyes on Rosalie Hale, and the hell I was going to rush our first time together. I wanted to cherish every moment with her; every kiss, touch, moan and orgasm – especially the sexy look on her face when I bring her to that point.
I was kissing her small ankles while looking into her dark eyes. She was still writhing and tried to cross her legs to probably create some sort of friction, but I held her leg in place making it hard for her to do just that.
"Em" she panted, "I…can't…take…it…anymore…" she hissed through clenched teeth. I chuckled lowly.
"You're so beautiful" I smiled while placing soft kissing up her calf to her inner thigh. I could smell her arousal and it drove me insane. I wanted her; I wanted to bury myself so deep inside of her, but I wanted to give her one hell of a release before I did just that. I hooked my fingers under the elastic band of her thong, and she raised her hips so I could get rid of the material. I slowly slipped it down her hips and her legs. I sat back on my heels for a moment to take her gorgeous naked body in.
I made myself comfortable in between her legs, smiling at her before I lowered my head. She was bare and so fucking beautiful. I flicked my tongue out and rolled it over her clit causing her legs to tighten around my head. I laughed against her center before I gently locked my lips around her clit, slowly and teasingly sucked and nibbled. My thumb left off where my tongue stopped because I wanted to taste her; taste her arousal for me. I slowly licked down her slit and dipped my tongue into her soaking wet center; my lips vibrating against her as I growled from tasting her delicate goodness.
She was writhing and panting as I sucked and licked her. Her legs clamped my head tightly before her body convulsed around me. She screamed my name out as she came around my tongue. I kept sucking and licking as she came down from the blissful high she was on. She placed her hand on my head and gently pushed me away from her dripping center. "Too sensitive" she panted. I sat back on my heels again to look at her. Her face was glowing with satisfaction, and her eyes were almost black from the intense orgasm she had just experienced.
"How are you feeling?" I chuckled.
"Disoriented, satisfied and blissfully happy" she grinned lazily.
"Good" I chuckled.
"Get rid of your damn pants, Emmett, and stop stalling" she eagerly pulled on my pants.
I chuckled. I was happy to oblige in her request – my dick was throbbing in anticipation for what he knew was coming. I quickly rid myself from my pants, my dick sprung free – hard as a rock. She bit her lip as she looked at my manhood. Her eyes darkened again before she reached out and grabbed my cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when her hand slowly moved up and down my shaft. My balls tightened, and I pulled out of her hand. I wanted to be inside her when I came.
"Should I get a condom?" I asked unsteadily.
She shook her head, "No, I'm on the pill."
I held my bodyweight up with one hand while the other hand grabbed my dick and placed it in front of her hot, wet as fuck opening. She wrapped her legs around my waist before I slowly, oh so fucking slowly, slipped into her. Fuck, she was tight and so fucking hot…her slick heat was enough to drive me mad.
"Fuck, babe, you feel so good" I hissed as I completely pushed into her. I reached down and intertwined our fingers when I was completely buried inside her. I pulled her hands up over her head, "I love you, Rose, so much" I confessed, my voice was barely a whisper above her pants for breath.
"Say it again" she demanded.
I started moving slowly in and out of her, trying to compose myself before I spoke again. "I love you, Rosalie Hale, so fucking much" I said with a thrust. Her hands tightened around mine when she started moving in perfect rhythm with me.
With each thrust, push and pull, our eyes remained locked on each other's. We were lost in one another and the world - and all its fucking problems – disappeared. It was just Rosalie and me in our perfect little bubble of bliss.
I leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss as my hips began to circle, increasing the torturously slow pace I set.
The kiss was slow and languid and it seemed to last forever until I felt the familiar coiling in my stomach and the tightening in my balls. I knew I was close, but I wanted Rose to cum with me. I wanted the both of us to fall over the edge together. I rested my head over her shoulder, thrusting and circling into her over and over again. I planted a kiss under her ear before I breathlessly whispered that I loved her.
I felt her tightening around me, her body writhing and shaking as her orgasm erupted, and I followed right behind her. Watching her face as she came was a dream come true. Her cheeks glowed, her eyes were almost purple with lust and her lips were swollen from our kisses.
I collapsed against her chest and moved my hips to the side, keeping my weight off of her. Both our chests were heaving and we were breathing hard and unsteadily. We lay in silence while we both caught our breath. I turned my head to look at my fucking queen, and a frown formed on my forehead. I saw trails of tears down the side of her head. I slowly rose to my elbow and gently took her chin between my fingers, beckoning her to look at me.
"What's wrong?" I whispered. I was worried and a little hurt; this was the most amazing time of my life, the best feeling I've ever had, and it killed me to see her cry over it. It would destroy me if she had not shared the same emotions that I had.
"I've never been made love to, Em, that was…amazing" she said with more tears leaking down her cheeks.
"Wow, I was worried for a moment" I chuckled.
"Worried? Why?"
"I thought that I was the only one experiencing the love between us when we became one" I said.
"I felt it, too. I never dreamed that those feelings were real during sex" she smiled. I leaned down and kissed her slowly. "I love you, Emmett" she finally uttered those three words I've longed to hear. It sounded perfect and I would never get tired of hearing them coming from her mouth.
"You just made me the happiest man alive" I grinned like a fucking fool.
I crawled under the sheets and pulled her along with me.
"How is Bella holding up?" I asked, running my fingers up and down her ribcage where she laid in my arms. "I mean, with the whole Izzy-thing?"
She sighed. "She's just worried about Tristan and Abbey…and Jake was pissed, obviously" she snorted.
"She still marrying him?" I asked. I have spoken to Edward last night after I saw him on the news, and he told me all about this Jake-character. He also told me that he and Bella kissed…my lips curled into a smile, that fucker never fooled me for one second. I've always known that he still loved Bella, though he tried to deny it, I knew the fucking truth.
"Bella's different, Em. She made a promise to marry Jake, and she won't break that promise. Bella won't do that to Jake, no matter how much she still loves Ed-" I waited for her to finish that sentence, but her lips were sealed.
"Wait? Are you telling me that Bella still loves Edward, but won't break the engagement because she gave the fucker her word?" I asked astounded.
"I shouldn't have said anything. Bella will kill me-"
"I won't say anything, babe, I promise" I chuckled. "But, seriously, that ain't right. You can't marry someone you don't love. That's why I'm so thrilled that Edward broke it off with Tanya" I sighed. I never liked her, not only because she was the sister of the woman who cheated on me, but because she was a bitch. Edward and Tanya were completely opposites and it never would have worked out.
"I tried to tell her that, but she's determined to go through with the wedding. The only way that she'll walk away from Jake is if Jake let's her go" she sighed. "I'm honest, I don't think Edward deserves Bella's love, but I've seen Bella at her worst and since your brother appeared again, well, she's different. There's a little flame burning in her eyes that weren't there before" she said.
"You don't know what Edward's been through, Rose. Bella wasn't the only one hurting…my brother was this close" I held my thumb and forefinger an inch away from each other, "from becoming a drug addict and alcoholic, nearly killing himself" I defended my brother.
"I'm sorry, it's just…if you truly know what Bella's been through…" she shook her head, "it's going to kill your brother to know the truth" she whispered as tears started building in her eyes again.
"I don't understand" I frowned, "what are you talking about?" I asked in confusion.
She just shook her head, "it's not my story to tell, it's Bella's. Look, they both made stupid mistakes, but I really hope they can work things out. I'm not a big fan of Edward's, but I love you, and I guess I'll learn to accept him. I won't jeopardize what we have over some stupid grudge I have"
"I'm pleased with that answer" I smiled against her ear. "We have to figure out a way to break up Jake and Bella. It will destroy Edward if she marries Jake" I said.
"Can we figure it out in the morning" she yawned. "I'm really tired"
"I have to be at the hospital tomorrow morning at five, but please stay here and make yourself comfortable. I'd really like to come home, knowing that you are still here" I asked.
"I wish I could, but I have a shift at Twilight tomorrow night" she said and sounded sad.
"So when will I see you again?" I asked. My chest already constricted with the thought of spending another night without her.
"Tomorrow's Friday…I have double-shifts the entire weekend, so I don't know"
"I'll make a plan to see you, Rose, I'm not spending the entire weekend without you" I said in definite.
She yawned again. I laughed softly. "Goodnight, babe" I whispered with a chuckle before I planted a soft kiss on her plump lips. She mumbled something incoherent and I assumed that it was 'goodnight'.
I spooned her naked body and kissed her shoulder blade before I joined her in dreamland; blissfully happy and completely saturated with love.
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What did you think? Was Emmett's POV too much, or did you like it? Do you think Emmett and Rose will figure out a way to break Jake and Bella up? Review and tell me.
I know you are eager for Bella to reconcile with Edward, but I have my own plans about that. I hope that you'll be patient and stay aboard. I do think that things will speed up from here on out. There might be a little time-jump in the next chapter, but not with weeks or months, maybe a couple of days. Will that bother you?
I'm sorry about the short Bella's POV, but I couldn't seem to find words for her POV, and before I fucked it up again, I decided to give you an update on Emmett and Rosalie. Hope I didn't disappoint you? If I have, I know you'll be honest.