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Your my object of affection
My drug of choice
My sick obsession
-Stephen by Ke$ha-
I woke up the next morning excited for my plans I had made last night with my mom. I was about to get in the shower when Natalie came in and told me that my parents were expecting me for breakfast.
After grumbling a few expletives under my breath, I slowly made my way down towards the 'family' dining room.
"What took you so long, Isabella?" Sue demanded as I walked into the room. I simply shrugged and took my spot across from her.
My father always sat at the head of the table, Sue on the left of him, and me on the right. I hated having to look at her cruel features throughout my meals. I just wanted to, like, vomit all over her face….
Real mature…
Sue was actually a very pretty woman; she had shoulder-length blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Her nasty personality just ruined it all, making her an ugly fucking bitch.
"What did you do yesterday, Bells?" My dad asked innocently enough as our breakfast was being served.
"Studied…" I lied.
"You studied all day long?" He asked incredulously.
"You better have been. Lord knows you need it, Isabella." Sue decided to add her two cents to the fucking situation.
"It's Bella." I told the bitch. I didn't want to comment on how she basically just called me stupid. It would just end up with me jumping over this table and ripping the hair from her fucking head.
"Well, when you start behaving like a civilized human being and stop sneaking around, then we can talk about irrelevant nicknames." Oh, hell no.
"Well, when you stop being a bitch, then we can talk about you being irrelevant." Silence.
"Bella..." My father warned angrily. He knows I hate her, I don't know why he's surprised.
"What did you say, young lady?" Sue asked, her eyes fuming.
"Did I stutter?" I asked, then promptly got up and walked out of the room, towards the second floor where my sanctuary was.
When I finally reached my room, I stripped down on my way to the shower and thought about happy things…
Puppies…Rainbows…Unicorns….Grilled Cheese with Tomato Soup….Edward….
Edward…
There was never time when he wasn't really on my mind. He was always there; subconsciously or not, my Edward was always in my thoughts.
I quickly showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth before heading back to my closet to get dressed for school. I grabbed the required outfit and quickly changed.
Uniforms at Lincoln Prep for girls were a navy blue or navy blue and green plaid skirt, a white long sleeve button up, a blue blazer (optional), and a tie. The reason for uniforms is to basically blend in; but, honey, when you work these outfits like I do after a few smart fashion choices, there's no way I couldn't be noticed.
I wore my plain navy skirt, white blouse, blazer, and tie, but I also paired it with white knee highs and black high heeled Mary Jane's. I wore my hair is long soft curls parted down the middle like always, and added light makeup. Can you say, "Sexy"?
On my way to school, I called my dad on his personal cell from the backseat of the black Mercedes I was currently in.
"Hey, Princess." He answered.
"Daddy, it's okay if I visit Mom right? I already called the jet and everything…" I started, just wanting to get this call over with.
"You're grounded though, Bella. And when do you want to go see your mother?" He asked a bit irritated.
"Dad, having to go with Mom to all her extra curricular's should be enough punishment. I just miss her is all." I informed him while pouting, hoping he could hear it through the phone.
"Well, I don't really know… I'll have to talk with Sue." That pissed me right off.
"Why? What does it matter what she thinks? I'm not her daughter, I'm yours. You should make the decision." I said angrily.
"Isabella, she is your stepmother, you should show her more respect." He reprimanded, " But I suppose I don't see the harm in letting you go. When were you wanting to go?" Insert mental fist pump!
"Thanks, Daddy! I want to go after school today, but don't worry; I'll be back by Thursday." I said sweetly. He groaned.
"Fine…" He agreed resignedly.
After I got off the phone with him, I called Mom and let her know what time I'd make it to Tampa Bay.
She and Phil had gotten a nice big house in Tampa Bay, Florida now that Phil's spot on the Rays was looking pretty solid.
School passed by very slowly, I just wanted to get out of here. I did, however, spend third period looking deeper in to Edward's criminal records on Seth's laptop. Yeah, I stole it…
What?
I'll give it back…
Turns out, Edward's a pretty funny guy. He was charged for vandalism because he and a couple of his friends drew a bunch of dicks on their high school principal's car. A year later, he was charged with stealing his principals car, and last but certainly not least, he was arrested for public indecency because he was… stripping in the street? What the hell?
You sure know how to pick 'em, Bells.
The rest of the day was spent watching the clocks slowly tick the time by. By the end of the day I was ready to internally combust of boredom. It was all about to be paid off though once I got to Florida.
The flight to Florida was spent watching "Cinderella" and "The Little Mermaid", my favorite movies from when I was a child. Every little girl dreams to be the princess who is saved from a deprived world by a handsome prince. Edward is my prince; he just doesn't know it yet.
We had just landed and I was grabbing my luggage when I hear a shrill voice sing loudly…
"Bella, Bella Bo-Bella fee fi fo fella, Bella!" I laugh loudly and turn around to see my mom dancing around with her arms in the air. Phil was just standing off to the side chuckling to himself.
"Mom, I don't think you said it right." I giggled as I was pulled into her embrace.
"Oh, I missed you so much!" She cooed as she held me tight.
"I missed you too, Mom." I said as I pulled away from her and went over to Phil.
"Phillip…" I greeted.
"Isabella…" He greeted.
"AH!" We both yelled as he swung me up in a bear hug. He swung me around a couple of times and I was still dizzy as he sat me down.
"Yeah, I guess I missed you a little." Phil chuckled.
And then we were off to see Dr. Kishori P. Misra, the best plastic surgeon in Florida.
I'd never thought of plastic surgery before now. I mean, there's nothing wrong with me, nothing wrong with my breasts. They could just use a little… boost? The point is, I am beautiful but a little help never hurts anybody.
As we walked into the office where I would be having a consultation with her, the secretary behind the front desk looked up from her computer.
"How can I help…." Her talking faded as she realized who it was.
"Miss Swan!" she exclaimed, getting up from her desk, "I hadn't realized the time! Follow me, Dr. Misra is waiting for you." She smiled and led us to a cozy looking office with pictures of a beautiful Indian woman with her family.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Kishori Misra, it's an honor to meet you, Miss Swan." The woman from the pictures said while standing up to shake my hand.
"Thank you, Dr. Misra. Please, just call me Bella." I said respectfully.
"Well, Bella, let's get started. I understand you were wanting breast augmentations?" I nod my head and she continues, "Well, then if you don't mind, we will step in to my examination room." She informs us as she stands up and leads us towards a white sterile room.
We all sat down and Dr. Misra began to explain to us the two different kinds of breast implants; silicone gel or saline. I told her I would prefer the silicone simply because it would feel and look a bit more natural than the saline, which would look and feel hard.
She then went over my medical history, which was hardly anything, and then asked me my reason and goals for my breast augmentation.
"I want bigger tits." I told her, a light frown on my face. Why else would I want a breast augmentation. She chuckled.
"Sorry, I'm supposed to ask that." She explained.
She then went on to show pre-op and post-op pictures of some of her patients and I giggled when Mom covered Phil's eyes. She then made Phil step out of the room as I took my shirt and bra off. She took a picture, I redressed, and then she used a program to show me what my breasts would look like if enhanced to a full C-cup, like I wanted. I smiled big.
"They're perfect. I want them just like that." I demanded.
She chuckled and continued, "Now, once the procedure is finished and everything is going the way it should, we will send you home. But you must be the one to take extremely good care of your new breasts for at least the first six months while the implants are settling into your breast. You also cannot wear a bra." I smiled at that.
An excuse to not wear a bra for six months and show off my new and amazing tits? Hell yes!
After everything was settled, we confirmed my set surgery date. It was tomorrow at noon.
I couldn't wait…
Edward's going to love me!
Tell me what you think!
I know, I know... Bella's crazy, right? She wants to get new boobs for a guy she doesn't even know! And she thinks that will make him love her?
Blasphemy!
I guess all this conservative-ness has gotten her a little loopy, has it not?
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