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Fifteen Minutes Later
Parked, I spent the last ten minutes sitting in my truck, irritated with my leg as it continued to bounce around like a hooker on crack while I stared at the door that I should've already been standing in front of.
I didn't know why the hell I was feeling so nervous all of a sudden, but I was...and it was seriously starting to fucking irk my soul like no other...
Rolling my eyes at myself, I jumped out of my truck before I slammed the door shut behind me. Heading over towards their complex, I kept my fingers busy by shoving them into my bag to dig around for the spare key that my brother had given me a while back...the one that I was 'ordered' to use by the both of them whenever I chose to do so.
Taking a deep breath, I told myself to chill out and to do what I came here to fucking do before I did just that by pushing the front door open and stepping inside, "Oh honey, I'm home!" I shouted, welcoming myself into their place like it was nothing cause I was cool like that and plus, we were family and shit so, you know, all's good in the hood...
Hearing someone who sounded a whole lot like Rose yelling unintelligible words that I couldn't really understand, what with them coming from down the hallway, my brows scrunched together as I kicked the door closed behind me. "What the hell?"
Thinking the worst, I looked around the living room for a weapon.
And don't look at me like that.
The intention was nothing but a natural goddamn instinct, people.
Noticing the bat that was leaning against their entertainment system, I ran over to said fucking entertainment system before I snatched it up. Holding it against my chest, I had no problem in picturing myself as a criminal for the confidence that I needed to have in order to save Emmett and Rose from whoever broke into their apartment as I started tiptoeing my ass through the hallway, heading over towards their 'love shack,' where the sounds were becoming more and more prominent with every step...
Holding the bat up in the air, I lifted my leg and kicked their bedroom door open after I reached it...only to grimace when I saw Rose's bare ass cheeks grinding against a man's pelvis that was attached to some hairy ass legs that ended with feet...
Feet, that were covered in a pair of white socks.
Motherfucking socks.
Acting as if she was some kind of a goddamn rodeo queen that had no intention of flying off of the bull that she was riding like a motherfucker, Rose continued moving on top of said bull, my entrance not at all disrupting her animalistic tendencies as I lowered my weapon and stepped into the bedroom in some sort of a daze...
Only to quickly take a step back as soon as I noticed the man hands that were attached to her hips, what with them being very specific man hands that I at once recognized when I gave them another glance. "Oh my Go—ewe...my eyes...Jesus Christ...socks...throw-up-in-my-mouth."
And that, is what came tumbling out of my mouth.
No need to tell me, ladies. Fucking brilliant, I know.
Unable to move...anything, I closed my eyes before I opened them back up again...only to keep on doing that while my entire being remained paralyzed with an uneven mixture of a little bit of shock and a whole lot of disgust...
Not wanting to see the sight before me - hence my eyes closing - but kind of amazed by how Rose's one leg had the capability of being in that position - hence them opening back up again - I stood there, taken aback by the broad's flexibility...
Like, seriously, motherfuckers.
Rose must not have any hip bones.
Bet that the slut's made out of cartilage.
...
...
...
Wanting to find out if that position was even fucking possible, I lifted one of my legs up into the air to see how high it could go...until...I let it drop back down to its standing position when I heard my brother groaning something along the lines of "Yes, Rosie baby, you got it, right there..."
Pursing my lips together at the two fools, I placed my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall before I said the only thing that I capable of saying at a time like this. "Ha, Rosie…fucking classic."
"What the fu—Bella!"
I nodded like that's me and Em gasped something that he choked on, quickly covering himself up with the sheets that he grabbed a hold of as Rose looked over her shoulder with a smirk, acting like the true hooker that she was. "Hey, Honey B."
This chick, right?
"B..." Pushing Rose off of him as soon as she started moving on top of his junk again, Emmett grimaced at the threatening growl that he received from his woman after her naked ass hit the hardwood floor..."B, can you uh, give us a minute? I kind of need to get dressed..."
Remembering what I just fucking witnessed, I covered my eyes as I shot off of the wall that I was leaning against, "Oh my God-shut up-totally leaving-didn't see a thing-already gone-don't judge me," I rambled, keeping my gaze hidden while I tried to find my way out of the room, "Me being here, you're absolutely right, it's nothing but inappropriate and not at all...moral, shit!"
"You okay, Kiddo?" Em asked after my knee slammed into something solid.
I screamed a "Golden!" as I stumbled out of the room of sexual activities...
"You should try knocking next time, Honey B!"
At hearing Rose's boisterous laughter, I froze when I reached the end of the hall.
"Unless you're into that sort of thing, of course...then by all means, girl...do wh—"
"But hot damn, Rosie!" I grinned a type of a grin that should've split my fucking mouth wide open, walking into the living room with a little bounce to my step, "It sounded like some kind of a motherfuckin' crime scene up in that bitch!"
"Call me Rosie again, Swan! I dare you!"
I snorted, pushing the kitchen door open.
That goddamn nickname, man.
It'll never ever get old, I swear...
Shaking my head, I started warming up the soup that I grabbed a hold of for my quote unquote 'unwell' brother, knowing for sure now that the act that Rose performed earlier was complete bullshit, which was exactly what I fucking thought...
Something was up, and I'm not talking about Em's di—
And, cue me dry heaving, for even thinking about...that.
Feeling a familiar set of strong arms wrapping themselves around my shoulders while I was pouring the soup that I made into a bowl, I grimaced, for those hands of his were a little too close to my face. "Em, you hugging me right now, after what I bared witness to ten minutes ago…I'm sorry but," I shrugged his hold off of me before I turned around to face him, "It's nothing but fucking awkward, man…"
"Too soon?" he...murmured, sounding all sorts of...released.
Oh God, no.
Is that his 'I just got done getting it in' voice?
Disgusting.
"Fuck, Emmett!" I growled, "Your tone of voice isn't helping!"
He shrugged, kissing the skin that was in between my eyebrows as he grabbed the bowl out of my hands. "Listen, Kiddo...I'm sorry that you had to see that, but..." I groaned at the slight swagger that his hips contained as he walked over to the kitchen table, "I can't help my desire."
And that, is my goddamn brother, Emmett McCarty...
In the flesh.
Sitting across from the kid who I haven't seen in a while, I kept my words to myself while I watched him inhale the soup that I cooked up from a can, taking in his appearance as I thought about how much I truly missed this fucking guy right here.
"So, what's going on, Kiddo?" he asked, breaking the silence that always seemed to irk him as he pushed the bowl away when he was done, "Why the sudden visit? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy that you came but, it's been a while..."
Not being able to hide the shit anymore, I laughed. "Socks, though?"
He rolled his eyes, and that was when I actually noticed them.
Or better yet, the darkened bags that were underneath them...
And if I knew Emmett at all, which I did, I knew that this kid loved his sleep...
Him looking as if he wasn't getting any, it bothered me something really hard.
Noticing the worry that my eyes contained as they started running across his features once again to see if they missed anything that they didn't see before, Em looked away from me. "Bella, I don't fucking know," he grumbled, talking about something that I didn't want to talk about, "I just didn't think to take them o—"
"Tell me what's wrong, Emmett."
Giving me nothing, he stood up from the chair that he was sitting on. Following suit, I kept my eyes on him as he walked over to the sink to place his empty bowl in there. "I'm talking to you..."
"Yeah, I know," he said, heading over towards the kitchen door, "And nothing's w—"
"Think twice about lying to my face. You know better than to do that shit with me."
"Come on," he fucking avoided, holding the door open as he looked over his shoulder to meet my eyes, "I wanna show you something that I found on TV last nigh—"
"Em, you're pissing me off," I gritted, stopping the kid from trying to distract me as I pushed my chair underneath the table, "Tell me why you aren't getting any sleep."
"I just..." Lowering his head, he let go of the door, "Haven't been able to, I guess."
"Why?" I asked, walking over to him, "I mean, what exactly is keeping you up?"
Lifting his head, my brother grinned something that was so fake that it honest to God upset me. "I don't know, B," he started and I already knew that the kid was getting ready to fucking lie to me, "Maybe it's Rose who's keeping me up, pun inte—"
And cue me slapping one of my hands over his mouth.
Before I growled at him for biting my goddamn palm...
With a pair of narrowed eyes that weren't in the mood for whatever games he had in mind, I wiped his brotherly spit off of my hand by using the front of his tee shirt that was now thank - the fuck - God covering his chest. "Bullshit, Emmett! You're hiding something big from me and I want to know what the hell that something is!"
"Look, Kiddo...please don't start with me t—"
"Stop calling me that and tell me what's going on!"
"Nothing!" he yelled at my face, "Goddamn!"
Wanting nothing more than to leave this kitchen and as soon as goddamn possible, I shook my head as I tried to move him aside. "Get out of my way."
"Bella, come on, look...I'm sorry," Emmett groaned, grabbing a hold of my arms as he continued to block the door, "It's just...today's not the day to start harassing me and shit, alright?"
"Wait, I'm harassing you now?" I asked in disbelief, earning myself a roll of the blue eyes that I normally received comfort from, "Well shit, Emmett, I'm sorry...let me stop."
He stayed put, unaffected by the shove that I gave him...the one that took every single ounce on my fucking energy yet failed to move him away from the door. "B, come on with this bullshit. You're being dramatic right now."
"Get the fuck...out of my way, bitch!" I growled, cause if he wants dramatic...
I'll show him dramatic.
"Did you seriously just call me a bitch?"
I closed my eyes before I started counting to ten, cause no lie...this kid right here?
He was testing my goddamn patience, like no fucking other.
"Listen, I'm sorry, okay? Just...chill out, don't be like that."
My eyes snapped open at those words. "Don't...don't be like that?" I asked, heated like a motherfucker, "What am I being like, Em, huh? Tell me! No, go ahead, man...let me the fuck know!"
"Like this!" he groaned when I smacked his chest, pushing me away from the door with his hands over my hips, his hold on them keeping my body from meeting the floor as I tripped from the force of his shove, "I can't...God, Kiddo, just relax for a second, Jesus Christ!"
"Relax?" I yelled, slapping his hands off of me, "You want me to relax right now?"
"Yes!" he shouted back, just as angry as I was, "Please just...give me a goddamn minute here, Ch—" he yelped when I bit into his arm, snatching the extremity that my teeth had beef with away from my enamel only to growl as said enamel went to attack again, "Fuck, Bella! Stop!"
And all of a sudden, I had enough. "You're just like him!"
His hands dropped from reaching out to grab me once again as soon as he heard me saying those words...those same exact words that weren't meant to be said or heard...
But were.
Without looking at him, I pushed the door open and ran out into the living room.
"Hey! Wait a fucking minute here, Kiddo!"
Hearing his heavy footsteps behind me as I neared the front door, I cursed my existence for not being more careful...for messing up something that couldn't afford any errors.
Pushing me aside as soon as I reached out to grab the knob, Emmett placed himself in front of the only thing that I could use to escape the mistake that I made. "You said that I was just like him. Who?"
"No o—"
"Bella, you better fucking talk to me."
Lowering my head after I placed my hoodie over it, I didn't say anything as I tried to come up with a way of how I was going to get myself out of this conversation that he wouldn't be able to handle...
"Emmett," I whispered after a minute, "Just...forget it. Ignore what I sa—"
"Who...the fuck...am I like, Bella?"
Lifting my head at the tone of his voice, I was met with eyes that held nothing but rage...a rage that I saw before, but only in his Pop's gaze. Standing there as he placed his arms across his chest, I started breathing a little faster, shocked that Em actually yelled at me like that and terrified—absolutely terrified, that this was really fucking happening right now.
Not receiving any kind of an answer, Emmett took a single step towards me and before I had the chance to react, he had me pinned up against the wall. Closing my eyes in a panic as his chest pushed itself into my shoulder, I tried - I honest to God tried to swallow the pain, but couldn't...
And when I hissed, his hold on me dropped, instantly.
Opening my eyes, I held back my groan as I watched him stepping away from me with his hands held up in the air and with his complete attention on my shoulder, looking at it as if it didn't belong to my body, like it was some kind of a foreign being that just shouldn't be there...
"What's going on?"
Looking over to the right, I found Rose's uncertain form at the end of the hallway, whose eyes were on my brother's livid ones...the ones that returned back to me as I lifted my hand to place it over the ache that his Pop created.
"Baby, the last time that this shit happened, we had to buy a new television se—"
"Rose," he whispered, freezing the steps that she started taking to get closer, "Stop."
"No," she said, not stopping, "What happened?"
Ignoring her concern, he walked up to me and went to pull the top of my hoodie down but fuck that cause I wasn't in any way ready for the shit storm that Phil's bruise would bring. "Don't," I gritted, slapping his hands away from touching something that he didn't need to touch, "Just...get away from me, alright?"
When he actually listened to my words by stepping away from me, I knew that it was bad, knew that whatever was going to happen next consisted of nothing good as he sat down on the couch with a demeanor that was filled with a held back temper.
Spreading his legs apart some, he let his elbows rest on top of his knees, shooting Rose and I a glance that lasted less than a second before hanging his head. "Bella, I'm going to ask you one motherfucking question," he began, "And if I don't get that question answered within a minute after I ask it, I'm going to assume the worst."
"Emmett," Rose tried again, "Come on, baby. Let it g—"
"Rose, I don't mean to say it like this but right now's not the fucking time."
My body, it started shaking as I stood there, thinking about what he could possibly want to ask me because honestly...if I were to answer whatever it was with a lie, he'd know the moment that it'd leave my mouth, and I say that with absolutely no doubt.
Tearing my eyes away from my brother, I looked over at Rose, only to have the sight of her add to my nerves when I noticed that everything about her demeanor told me that she, too was scared of what was about to happen in the next couple of seconds.
"B, is someone...tell me, is someone hi—"
Closing my eyes, I lowered my head at the sound of his voice cutting off.
"Is someone laying a goddamn finger on you, Kiddo?"
"No."
"Who is it?" he asked at once, meeting my eyes as he too, lifted his head.
Turning around when he stood up from the couch, I cursed my stupid fingers for trembling so goddamn much, shaking them out a bit so that I could unlock the door, "Emmett!" I heard Rose yell as the remote control flew across the room, "Calm down, you're scaring me! Fuck, Bella! Just...don't run away, stay! You're making everything worse, there's nothing to hi—"
As soon as I pulled the door open, I was stopped from stepping outside by a pair of hands grabbing a hold of my waist, "Emmett McCarty, don't you even think abo— "
"You're my sister!" he declared as if I didn't fucking know that already, tossing me over his shoulder…paying my fists that were busy punching his back no attention, he started leading us over towards the hallway, "Whoever this goddamn dude is...he must be out of his mind, thinking that he could get away with hurting blood."
'What can I do?' Rose mouthed, running after Em and I, 'Tell me what to do!'
Stepping into the bathroom, Emmett turned around and slammed the door shut on her when she went to follow us inside, causing my eyes to bug out as he lowered me down to the floor cause holy hell, man..."Do you have a death wish, doing shit like th—"
Rose growled, interrupting me as she pounded on the door. "What the fuck, Em?"
"I just need a few minutes alone with my sister, Rose..."
"Oh you listen to me and you listen to me good, Emmett McCarty," she started in a low whisper that held nothing but fire, "I'm gonna do you a favor and save your life by forgetting the way that you just shut...the fucking...door...in my face, but...come on," she changed the course, "Let's all just...talk about this, like civilized human b—"
"Rose!" he shouted, "Just one fucking minute, is all that I need!"
Wow, I thought to myself.
The kid does want to die...
"Your life, from now on, will be a living hell!" was the response that my brother received from his lady before we heard her heels hitting the hardwood floor as she started walking away, "Raising your voice at me like that, who...the fuck...do you think you are? I used to eat men like you alive back in the day...just you wait and see, motherfucker. Just...you...wait...and...see."
Pulling me away from the door, Emmett ignored the threats that continued to leave Rose's being as he placed me by the toilet, his hands over my shoulders pushing me down so that I could take a seat on top of it. "You need to talk to me."
Ignoring the kid's gaze as he sat down on the edge of the tub that was in front of me, I started looking around for an escape, trying to keep my search as secretive as possible by giving certain areas discreet little glances...
Glances, that the spy who disguised himself as Emmett McCarty recognized soon after, what with him saying "Bella, there's no way out of here so stop wasting your time."
Hmm, maybe if I…
I crossed my legs together, tightly. "My baby bladder, it's about to...oh my God, it's about to fucking explode something vicious," I told him, wrapping my arms around my waist, "I'm warning you, dude...for your own safety, get lost. You don't want to see this..."
"If you need to piss, B...piss. I'm not stopping you."
"Emmett, " I whined, bouncing around a bit, "I'm peeeeee shy, you know this..."
Placing his arms across his chest, my brother just...sat there, not at all phased by my childish behavior that as of right now, didn't seem so goddamn childish to me because as soon as a better idea came along — which consisted of pulling down my jeans — I went to do just that, thinking that he'd freak the fuck out and run away if he thought that he was seconds away from seeing his sister's panties.
"Don't even think about it," he said, grabbing a hold of my hand when it went to the zipper of my jeans, "Enough with the bullshit schemes, B. We're not leaving this room until I get some answers and that's that. I mean, if you honestly want to waste our time, then fucking waste it, I don't care. My patience, it mimics yours so do what you have to do, there's no rush...after all, I have all night."
Fuck...
My...
Life.
"Who's the motherfucker?" he asked.
"There's no motherfucker."
"God, Kiddo...why are you doing this to me?" he asked, pulling my arms away from my body when I went to rub my face, "You and I, we never hid anything from each other before so for you to just sit here and keep me in the dark about something important, knowing how much that secretive bullshit'll hurt me in the end? Come on, man. I thought that we were above all of that..."
"I got into a fight!" I...randomly thought out loud...
Giving myself a mental pat on the back afterwards.
"And who did you get into a fight with?" he asked.
Well, shit. It would've been nice if I actually knew...
"Oh, you know," I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the tiles of the shower wall that were above his head, "Just some broad who was at Eclipse last night, talking all this smack about...you know, so of course, I had to put a stop to it, righ—"
"Are you done?"
"Not really," I answered truthfully, "I mean...if you want, I can keep on go—"
"Ask me who I hung out with last night," Mr. Interrupter ordered, on a roll.
"Who did you hang out with last night, Em?"
"Our boy, Sam."
On the inside, I grimaced at the mention of my boss's goddamn name...
Outside, my cool demeanor remained intact with a raised brow. "Oh?"
He nodded, confirming with an "Oh, indeed. I got out of work early so I thought that I'd shoot the shit by going to Eclipse but as soon as I got there, Sam was standing by the door, locking it up. He claimed that there wasn't any point in keeping the place open because it was dead all night long so, we ended up grabbing a case and bringing it back to the apartment."
"You two drank a whole case?" I asked before I laughed, "I...smell...alcoholism."
"You know what dudes do when they drink, Kiddo?" he asked, ignoring my try to change the subject, "We spend the majority of the time talking about funny shit that happened during the past week. When I mentioned you, he said nothing about you getting into a fight, which would've been considered 'funny shit.' As a matter of fact, B...Sam said that J was the only one who was working behind the bar last night..."
Thanks a whole fucking bunch, God.
No, really.
Good looking out, creator of mankind.
"So, let me ask you again, B. Are you done?"
"Yeah, Emmett," I whispered, standing up, "I'm done."
Staying put, he broke my heart as he lowered his head and closed his eyes. "B..."
"Em," I stopped him, running my fingers through his curly hair, "I'm good. Relax."
He groaned as I bent over to kiss forehead. "You're ly—"
"Stop," my lips against his skin interrupted him, and without saying anything else, I left the bathroom, wanting to get away from what was bound to happen within the next few seconds as I closed the door behind me.
Pushing herself away from the door that she was leaning against as soon as I reached the living room, Rose's intention of asking me how it went was interrupted by the earth-shattering growls that started spilling from the room that I just left...
Moving aside when I heard something shattering, I gave her room to pass me, knowing how worried she got whenever shit like this happened. Brushing past me, my brother's girl left the room that I was comfortable leaving, knowing that he had someone who knew how to handle him.
Reaching my truck, I exhaled something that released all of the emotions that weighed me down...the very same ones that I managed to keep at bay for the past half hour. Wiping away the tears that never failed to show me how goddamn weak I was, I yanked the door open to jump inside, "Jesus Christ..."
I just lied to Emmett...to his face.
It was surreal to me.
How could I even do that to him?
After making my way through the noisy ass club that I worked at, I opened the door to the back room and stepped inside to clock in. Hearing my entrance, Sam tore his eyes away from the papers that he was busy reading to give me a smile that I easily returned.
Sam Uley is Emily's husky man of a husband. He and Seth - who graces us with his rare presence a couple of times a year since he's not all that big on the bar scene - both own Eclipse, which is your typical club.
It's a place that's highly known around here, so it's always packed. Jake hasn't been around for the last couple of months so Rose and I had to fill in, meaning that we've been up to our asses with drink orders from nine P to two A. I can't complain, though, because I adored the people who I worked with, they're all family to me and this place, it's like a second home or maybe...it's just serves as my excuse to not go home.
You're all probably wondering why I even call that hole that was mentioned before a home, right? Why not just get a place of my own instead of having to torture myself with Phil and Renee's bullshit, yeah?
Well, the answer to that is simple.
I can't just leave Renee. I have this guilt, this duty, to stick around and take care of everything that my Pop left behind. If I decided to just up and go, where would that leave her? She can't even take care of herself, let alone anything else...I mean, what? Do I expect Phil to pick up the slack?
Please.
Smiling at the familiar sound that the machine made after I slid my card through it, I walked over to Sam and leaned across the table that he was sitting behind of to give his cheek a loud kiss. "How's it going, hot stuff?"
"All's good here, B, but...you, on the other hand, look like shit."
"You, on the other hand, look like shit," I mocked his ass before I walked my own over to the door. Turning around when I reached it, I cocked my head to the side. "You know, Sammy boy...I feel as if tonight's the night..."
He raised a brow, leaning back into his chair with a smile.
"The night where I can 'accidentally' spill something on the floor," I clarified, "Only to fake a fall when I walk through it. Watch your back with the soon to be law suit."
"Quit your shit, B," he laughed, standing up from his seat to walk over to the fridge, where he pulled it open to bring out a bottle of water. "Really, though...is everything alright?"
I raised an eyebrow at his concern.
"I'm only asking because, looking through the time sheets that just came in for the past two weeks, I found myself wondering how you could've possibly worked all of those hours without taking a few days off..."
"Sam, you don't have to p—"
"Come on now," he interrupted with a wave of his hand, "Don't go twisting my words here, B. I'm not arguing about the money that you'll get so don't waste your time by telling me that I don't have to pay you for the extra hours that you earned."
"Okay, so...what's up?"
"I'm just worried about you," he said, heading back over to his desk, "Christ…I don't do half of the shit that you do around here and I'm exhausted by the end of the day."
"I'm used to it..."
Disagreeing with what I gave him, he shook his head. "You need to take it easy, B. Don't make me fire your ass for overworking cause that's exactly what's going to happen if you keep it up."
"Are you...Sam, come on, that's...are you serious?"
"Dead serious. You're more important to me than running this club." I gave him the finger to show him my appreciation and he grinned. "I mean it, Bella. I want less hours, starting right now. Make it happen or you'll be punished with no employment or any means of income."
I rolled my eyes, pushing the door open. "Whatever.
"Also, don't think that you'll be able to find another job, either."
Looking over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes at his threat.
"You know that I know a lot of fuckers. I can be quite resentful if I lose a worker who I admire to another boss..."
"Yeah, yeah. I hear you," I mumbled before I stepped out of the room. Turning around, I smiled something dramatic. "Now, can I go and do what I get paid to do, or would you like to waste more of my time?"
He laughed, returning his attention back to the papers that were scattered on top of his desk. "Please, go. I mean, fuck, what the hell do I pay you for anyway, talking? Make yourself useful for once. This is a business, after all...not a place of enjoym—"
I slammed the door shut, interrupting the dude's sarcasm.
My boss, right?
Nearing the bar, I grinned something enormous when I saw him...
Well...not him, per say...but that big ass smile of his that I missed.
Climbing over the counter that he was standing behind of, Jake kept his eyes on me as he practically shoved the innocent customers who were sitting nearby out of his way, causing me to laugh...more than entertained by the kid's obvious eagerness.
Jake's Pop, Billy Black, was my Pop's best friend...which only meant that J and I were basically glued at the hip when we were younger. I can't complain, though...the dude, he's fucking awesome...at least, now...I think that he's fucking awesome. Back in the day, I wasn't so fond of him because he was a little shit who only lived to rattle my goddamn nerves, but...no lie...we were honest to God made for one another.
I always, always, went to him whenever I needed to vent, even before going to Em.
J could always be found outside in his yard...shirtless, mind you...claiming that he liked the feeling of freedom...as he worked on old cars that people around the reservation brought to him. Whenever the kid saw me pulling up into his driveway, bawling my eyes out, he would toss whatever tool that he was holding over his shoulder and run over to me with a rapid questionnaire that consisted of…
"You're not okay...why aren't you okay? You're crying...why are you crying? You're kind of scaring me...why are you kind of scaring me? Where were you and why were you at where you were at? Bells, why...aren't...you...answering...me? Something went down today...did something go down today? A fucker who wants to die offended you...did some fucker who wants to die offend you? Who is it, man...tell me! Fuck this, move, I'll kill him."
The kid - who I frankly thought should be medicated with Ritalin - would then pull my body out of my truck and shove me aside before taking my place and driving off into the sunset, with the stereo blasting hardcore rock music that he never...ever...listened to at any point during his existence.
And I remember, clear as day, how I would just...stand there, laughing my ass off. I mean, I didn't even comment on any of the observations that he made or answer any of the questions that he asked and he just...took off, like he had enough information to take some kind of action...
The man wasn't even given a location.
Where he ended up going half of the time?
No fucking clue, dude. Honest to God.
Wrapping his arms around my waist when he reached me, he lifted my entire body off of the floor with an ease that I smiled at before he tightened his hold on me, the force of his 'bear hug' nearly suffocating my ass. "Can't...breathe...might be...dying..."
Hearing the need that I had for receiving oxygen, he relaxed his hold...but just a little bit. "Fuck, Bells!" he shouted, letting his eyes run themselves over my face, "I missed you, shit!"
"Let go of me, you gorilla," I managed to choke out as his arms gave my waist another squeeze, "Jesus Christ on your inconsideration, dude! Can't you see that I'm practically unconscious, here?"
"You're dramatic," he laughed, lowering me down to the floor.
Holding his face still with my hands over his cheeks, I smiled something that I couldn't contain, showing him how goddamn excited I was by his presence. "I swear, J...if you ever leave me again..." I paused, leaning away from his advance when I noticed the little wiggle that his brows performed, "Don't you even think abou— "
Grabbing a hold of my face, he pulled it up to his own, interrupting my warning as he planted an open-mouthed kiss against my lips. "You slobbering tool!" I hissed, pushing him away from me before running the back of my hand across my mouth, "Try closing your fucking oral cavity next time, Christ!"
"Don't deny my love," he smirked, "It's untouchable."
I rolled my eyes. "What are you, a fucking poet now?"
When the idiot tried to kiss me again, I smacked the shit out of his mouth.
"Uh, yeah, fucking owe!" he groaned, glaring at me as one of his palms went up to his lips to feel for any kind of injury that I might've caused, "Always hatin' on me..."
I snorted, taking a hold of his hand. Leading him over towards the bar, I looked over my shoulder as we started making our way through the crowd. "I know that we gotta catch up since I haven't seen your busted ass self in a while, but...I'm afraid that'll have to wait. Your biggest fan won't be coming in tonight so I need to train the new chick. Where's she hiding?"
Stepping behind the bar, he nodded towards the booths that were set near the DJ.
Looking at who he pointed out as I joined him, my jaw dropped. "You're kidding."
Pursing his lips together at my shocked as shit expression, Jake started heading over towards the fridge when he noticed that one of his regulars showed up, "Chick's been here for the past hour, entertaining herself..."
"That tiny thing got hired to work as a bartender at Eclipse?" I asked, following behind him, "What the hell was Sam thinking, making that decision? I mean, come on, this place'll eat her alive. Chick has no chance, surviving the assholes who come in here and drink to become bigger assholes."
He shrugged, grabbing a Corona. "Don't look at me, Bells. I didn't hire her."
"Tell me," I started, shutting the fridge after he left it, "What's her name?"
Looking over his shoulder, he grinned. "Alice...Alice Brandon."
"Seriously, Jake? Who the hell introduces motherfuckers like that nowadays?"
My childhood buddy shrugged, handing his customer the beer bottle. "Me, obv."
"Obv, though?"
"As in obviously."
Titty twisting his ass for thinking that I needed some kind of a clarification, I laughed as he groaned, smacking my hand away from his nipples. "Alright," I dismissed him, pushing the kid aside as he pushed me away at the same time, "Here's to hoping that you and I don't have to set up an intervention for our boss. I'm going to go and see what this broad's made out of."
"You do that," he mumbled, rubbing his nipples, "Hater."
Nearing the booth, I raised an eyebrow at the chick who was practically burning a hole through the goddamn leather seat that she was sitting on, what with the way that she was bouncing over it. "Alice?"
She smiled something too bright as she...literally...shot up to her feet, screeching an ear-piercing "Hey, girl, hey!" that had me grimacing as I took a step back, "I'm Alice!"
"I don't do that," I said, giving her hand a nod as she held it out to me for a shake.
"Oh," the energizer bunny gasped, lowering her spirit fingers, "Okay. Uhm...so, are you the sarcastic bi—I mean, oh shit...I mean, no shit...I mean...are you...you're Bella Swan, right?"
I looked over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes at Jake, seeing as to how I knew that he was the one who introduced me to her as the 'sarcastic bitch.' Returning my attention back to the newbie after the idiot winked at me, I gave the booth that supported her ass a minute ago a nod. "Why don't we take a seat, yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Christ, I thought, joining her as she sat down, Did they run a drug test on this broad?
"Alright, so...here's the deal, Alice. I never 'trained' anyone before so, let me just get this out of the way with now and warn you that I might suck major fucking cock-balls at 'teaching you how to do what you're supposed to do,' but...if it's cool with you of course, I can maybe...I don't know, try to show you the ropes, I guess?"
She shrugged. "Sound's good to me."
"Usually it's Rose - the other bartender - who does this sort of thing but, she's not going to be able to make it in tonight, which..." I quickly added, "Is something that you should be thanking the Lord above us for, cause..." I paused to lean towards her a bit, "The chick, she's the biggest bitch that I know."
"Well," she smirked, "I'll make sure to let her know that she's not the only one."
I raised an eyebrow, highly interested in what she meant by that.
"Being a bitch is kind of my thing, or so I'm told by many people."
Yeah, I liked Alice…Alice Brandon.
As I was pouring yet another shot for some broad whose plans involved seeing how much vodka she could throw back without passing out, I raised an eyebrow at Alice, who was standing a couple of feet away from me...blatantly staring at some...dude?
Thinking that the new chick needed help, I handed the customer her drink, telling her to leave the cash on top of the bar as I stepped away from the counter so that I could start heading over towards the Pixie...whose eyes, come to find out as soon as I turned around, weren't locked on just some dude, but on one who evidently couldn't read door signs.
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Fucking Blue Eyes!" I shouted over the loud ass music that was blaring itself throughout the club, sporting a grin that the idiot didn't at all notice...
As he kept his complete attention on Brandon, drinking out of the bottle of Corona that he was barely holding onto. Stepping up to the chick who was obsessing over the dude like some goddamn star struck teenager, I repeated myself, "Well, I said, if it isn't the deaf Mr. Fucking Blue Eyes!"
Looking over at me, his eyes bugged out a bit before he choked an "Oh shit!" saving both Alice and I from being sprayed with the alcohol / spit that shot out of his mouth by taking a quick step back. "You're that...that...that chick!"
"I guess so?" I asked, leaning against the counter that was separating us.
"Sorry about that again," he said, patting his chest to clear it, "I didn't mean i—"
"Hey, man," I stopped him with a shrug, "I fall on the regular so, don't stress it."
Dismissing me with a nod, his eyes found Alice's again, whose own were looking kind of disgusting with their...glazed over state of being. "So, hi," he whispered, leaning across the counter with one of his hands held out, "I'm Jasper...Jasper Whitlock."
"Alice..." she whispered as she shook his hand, "Alice Brandon."
Keeping my eyes on them as they continued to shake hands while they just...plain out stared at each other, I pursed my lips together, giving the two freaks a minute or two before I cleared my throat, "Sooo, if you want...you can go ahead and take your fifteen mi—"
And, the broad took off, hailing ass from behind the bar to grab a hold of Jasper's hand.
"Okay, bitch," I laughed a bit, watching the chick who wasted no fucking time as she pulled him through the crowd and over to the front doors of the club, "Point taken..."
Turning around, Jake's back caught my attention when I noticed how goddamn tense it was while he talked to whoever it was that he was talking to. Wanting to find out what had the kid so heated, I headed over towards him...only to groan when I saw that the person who was sitting on the other side of the counter was Andy.
Great.
Andy's some dude who I unfortunately met when my brother left home for college. J left a week after Emmett, and I was fucking pathetic and more than lonely without the two of them being here, used to the times when they were always around.
We both met, hit it off, and that's that.
I want out. He wants in, pun intended.
About a week ago, I found out that the kid got mixed up with all kind of fucking drugs, specifically...anything that he could shoot up. Instant satisfaction, he simply claimed when I confronted him about it. I'm one hundred percent against that type of shit, always have been and Andy knows that, but...he just can't seem to find it in himself to leave me the hell alone.
He acts as if we fell in fucking love, or something.
I used him. He used me. End of story, get over it.
Jake, he met him once before when he came back home for a split second after hearing a bunch of 'talk' about me hanging out with someone who I shouldn't have been hanging out with, and as you people can clearly tell, he doesn't like the dude...
"You need to get the fuck out of here before I climb o—"
Placing my hand over the gorilla's shoulder, I interrupted his growl as I turned him around. "J, calm down, I got this." He went to say something but I stopped his words by nodding towards one of my customers. "Go take care of that for me while I take care of this."
"That customer can wait." I groaned as he turned around to face Andy again. "Kid thinks that he's slick," Jake hissed, noticing the smug smile that the asshole was now sporting, "You better wipe that off of your face before I fucking do it mysel—"
"Enough, J!" I growled, causing his glare to turn to me, "You need to go."
"I need to go?"he asked in disbelief. "Are you insane right now? I'm n—"
"Jacob Black," I gritted, "I'm not playing this game with you. Go, now."
"Right," he laughed, staying put, "Like that's gonna happen. Get real, B."
Knowing that I couldn't force him away, what with him outweighing me by a million, I returned my attention back to Andy and rolled my eyes when I saw how pleased he seemed to be with witnessing Jake getting yelled at. "Showing up here unannounced, though? What the hell are you trying to do, get me fired?"
His smile, it turned upside down. "No, B...I just...I wanted to talk to you ab—"
"And that couldn't wait?" I asked. Before he had the chance to respond, I shook my head, "Look, I'll take my fifteen as soon as the new chick gets back from getting it in, do me a solid by waiting outside, alright?"
Leaning against the counter, Andy grinned something that ended in a hiss as J wrapped his fingers around his wrist to stop his hand from touching my face when it reached out to do so. "Doing things like that in front of me isn't gonna fly, my man."
Pulling his hand out of Jake's grip, Andy winked at me before he stood up from the stool that he was sitting on. "I'll be outside, B. Take as long as you want, I'll wait."
"Are you serious with this shit, Bells?" Jake growled after Andy left the bar.
I groaned, picking up the clean rag that was next to the register. "Not now."
"Not now?" he asked, snatching the rag out of my hand…keeping his eyes on me, he tossed it into one of the buckets that were placed by our feet, "I see that asshole coming in here and asking for you...for what? To get his dick wet and be done? Fuck that!"
"Jake, I can handle Andy, alright?" I whispered, his anger this close to transferring itself over to me, "The kid, he's going through something real hard right now and we're...friends. Or, at least, we used to be. I can't just ignore hi—"
I stopped talking when I noticed that J wasn't even listening to what I was saying, for his undivided attention was on the front doors that Paul - our bouncer - was standing by, trying to charm some random broad whose ID he was 'checking out.'
Of course.
The kid's going to tell Paul to act as a spy, and shit.
Predictable.
My intention to tell the moron that I was onto him was interrupted by Pixie, whose screams were nothing but fucking earth shattering...echoing throughout the place as she came running over towards me with her hands held up in the air...
Placing my own out in front of me when she neared, I stopped the energy that was radiating out of her little body from hitting me full force. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" she preached, "I lost track of time, I'm so sorry, it won't hap—"
I covered up her trap with my palm...only to snatch it away from her mouth a second later, for I didn't know where the hell its been for the last twenty minutes, or what's been in it for that matter. "Yeah," I mumbled, ignoring the raised eyebrow that she was giving my hand while I ran it down her jeans to wipe away any of the consequences that might've been brought forth from her and Jasper's sexy time, "You're giving me a headache, Pix."
"Hmm," she hummed after placing the back of her hand over my forehead, the act re-enforcing my prior thought of the broad being on something, "You don't feel warm?"
Brushing her mother hen instincts away, I rolled my eyes before I asked "Hey, do you think that you can handle being alone with J for a couple of minutes if I go outside to take my break? I have this asshole who I need to deal with, and the sooner that I take care of that, the better."
Chick shrugged, telling me that it wasn't a problem as she looked around. I nodded, only to raise an eyebrow at her when she grabbed a hold of my arm as I went to walk away. "Do I, by any chance, need to let you borrow my pepper spray, Bella?"
Pursing my lips together, I held back my laugher as I shook my head. "I'm g—"
"Cause my Pop's a cop and I never leave home without it, so...if you want it, it's y—"
"Again...headache," I quickly interrupted the broad who was going to end up driving me fucking crazy, it felt like, "Like I was about to say, I'm good. After you've been here for a while, you'll notice that we have our own personal body guards...ones who'll put your pepper spray to shame."
"Really?"
I nodded. "With the dudes who work here, don't even bother packing the shit anymore," I told her, "The spray is nothing compared to how the guys take care of us broads here at Eclipse, if...that is, we need to be taken care of. Trust me."
J came walking back into the bar as Pixie nodded, looking all smug and whatnot before grabbing a hold of her hand like some kind of a fucking master. "Be back in fifteen," he ordered, ignoring the middle finger that I gave him as he pulled her away from me.
Walking along the wall so that he wouldn't be able to see me yet, I narrowed my eyes at Paul, who thought that he was slick as he pointed two of his fingers at his eyes before taking his good ol' time to point them towards the bar.
Caught.
While my buddy kept his attention on Jake, I walked over to him and grabbed a hold of his sac with a growl that scared away all of the dudes who were waiting in line. "Ho—holy shit, B!" he gasped with his hands over mine, "What are you doing?"
"Can I get a couple of minutes, Paul?"
"But J, he said that I can't leave y—"
I squeezed his shit, grinning at the yelp that my grip created. "Does it feel like I give a rat's ass about whatever J said? Cause, if it does, let me know...I'll readjust."
His hands flew up into the air, "No rat's ass given whatsoever, got it..."
Kissing his cheek, I let go of his junk, "Smart move, my friend. Smart fucking move..."
After letting him know that I'd be in my truck and warning him that I'd send Rose on his ass if he decided to follow me - which without a doubt guaranteed me that he wouldn't, what with my boy being deathly afraid of the bitch - I started heading over towards Andy with a disgruntled demeanor that I didn't even bother containing, for the simple goddamn sight of him chugging beer while he leaned against one of the walls nearby...it was nothing but fucking disgusting to me, man...
Swinging my hand back, I announced my presence by slapping the bottle that he was holding away from his mouth. "I obviously don't have time for all of that bullshit," I let him know as he hissed from the impact of the hit, looking down at all of the glass that was shattered by his feet, "Let's fucking go."
"Where to?" he asked as I walked past him.
Looking over my shoulder after I stepped off of the curb, I raised an eyebrow at his motionless form that was still standing by the wall. "Didn't you need to talk to me, Andy?"
"Yeah but," he ran up to me, "We don't have to leave, I know that you gotta w—
Turning around to face him, I never stopped walking. "You see that bouncer who's standing by the front doors?" I asked, continuing as he looked over his shoulder to see who I was talking about, "The one who's wearing that tight ass muscle shirt that's showing off all of those defined muscles that he's packing? The one who's now glaring at you like nothing that I've ever seen before?"
He nodded, swallowing something audible as he returned his attention back to me.
"Then shut up and get into my truck," I told him before I turned around again.
Leaning across the center console after I got situated, I unlocked the passenger's side door and kept my eyes on his own as he climbed inside, not at all prepared for the bullshit that I was about to hear... "Baby, I missed you," he whispered in a murmur that I groaned at, "You haven't been returning any of my phone calls, you're avoiding me..."
"Andy, I just..." Turning around so that I could face him, I lifted my legs and crossed them together before I let them rest on my seat. "I can't do this shit with you," I told him, frowning at the defeat that showed up over his features as I let the door support my back, "You're using, and you know how I feel about that, man...I c—"
"No, I stopped," he lied, leaning forward a bit to take a hold of one of my hands, leaving the other in my lap, "I'm done with that bullshit, B, honest to God. I did it...I did it for you..."
"For me, though?" I laughed...lowering my gaze, I raised an eyebrow at the fresh marks that I noticed over his forearms earlier, "So, what's that shit right there, then?" I asked, "Do those mean that you're quote unquote, done with the bullshit?"
Letting go of my hand, he pulled on his sleeves to lower them. "Please, B, I need you," he begged as I shook my head at him, "Let's just...forget about that tonight and talk, you and me. Please, baby?"
Goddamn this kid's need for me, Christ.
"I...you...I..." frustrated by the goddamn guilt that I'd feel if I were to say no, I threw my hands up with a growl, letting my chucks hit the floor as I faced the steering wheel again, "These games that you're playing with me, Andy, they're driving me fucking crazy and honest to God, after we talk tonight, if they don't stop messing around with my head..."
"I'm not playing any games with you."
"Yeah," I laughed, keeping my eyes on the parking lot.
"You mean more to me than that, B."
Shaking my head at the bullshit sincerity that I heard within his voice, I pushed my door open. "I should be over there around two. Leave the house unlocked, alright?"
"Okay," he smiled, stepping outside, "Thanks, baby."
"Baby," I scoffed to myself…irritated by the kid's shitty habit, I ground my teeth together as I leaned over to lock up the passenger side door that he never fucking locked whenever he left my goddamn vehicle, "Just make sure that you're cool when I get there cause if you're high..."
"I promise," he said, walking over to me as I stepped outside.
Placing my arms across my chest, I stood there for a good thirty to forty seconds before I raised an eyebrow at his mouth...the one that started descending upon my own. "What are you doing?" I asked, leaning away from it and everything that it was attached to.
Straightening up from my dismissal, he shook his head. "I'll uh, see you later."
"As will I..."
When I reached the bar, I rolled my eyes at the kid who was leaning against the counter with his arms across his chest. "Don't underestimate me, J," I told him as I snatched the empty bottle of beer that he was holding out of his hand. Throwing it into the trash, I shook my head at him. "You and Paul are nothing but fucking fools, thinking that you guys could get away with that whole 'I'm watching you' scheme..."
"We're just looking out for you, Bells."
"I get that," I gave him, "And I love you guys for having my back but, at the same time, Jake, you two know how I am, how pissed off I get when someone feels as if they have a right to stop me from handling my own problems. That kid out there, he was my fucking deal, not yours, and I didn't need you barging in like that, alright?"
Pushing himself away from the counter as I grabbed a hold of the broom, he took it out of my hands and tossed it aside before he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Alright."
I exhaled in relief, wrapping my own arms around his waist. "Alright."
"Listen, I'll try to relax with letting you do what you gotta do, but...don't expect me to apologize to that asshole for the way that I acted towards him tonight, or any other night for that matter. He deserved nothing but what he got, so...deal with it."
"No worries," I grinned, "I never really expect anything from you anyway."
"No?" I shook my head against him, "So, you won't expect this then?"
Not knowing where Jake was going with this, I leaned back some. "What?"
Taking a hold of my hands, he turned to the side a bit and pressed his ass right up against my hip before he just...farted, on it...and with a raised fucking eyebrow at that. "Oh you —"
Pixie's arms wrapped themselves around my waist and therefore, stopped the plan of execution that I had in mind as she gave Jake the chance to run away, laughing a "Guess you didn't!"
He's a whole bunch of jackasses rolled up into one jackass.
As you people can clearly tell, already.
Pat ***