Two Weeks ago
No words were exchanged during the ten minute drive that followed his discharge but as soon as I pulled up to his house and parked, I felt his hand on my arm. "B, can you look at me for a second?"
Leaning back after I cut my engine off, I kept my eyes on the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry for everything that I put you through these last couple of weeks..."
"Are you, though?" I asked, looking at him, "Cause you scared the hell out of m—"
"I know," he interrupted, "And if I could take all of it back, Bella...I fucking would."
Not giving that declaration of his any kind of a response, I stepped out of my truck, deciding that I'd follow the kid inside to make sure that he got settled in before I hit the road again. "Can we talk?" he asked, looking over his shoulder while he took his good ol' fucking time unlocking the front door, "I've uh, been meaning to ask you —"
"Andy," I groaned, shaking my head at him, "These last two weeks, I need a break..."
"Just a minute," he said, turning around to face me, "I...I don't want to be alone ri—"
"Okay," I stopped him, because as soon as he mentioned that, how could I not?
"You want something to drink, maybe?" the kid asked after letting me step inside.
"No," I whispered, telling him that I was cool, "But uh, where do you want to talk?"
He nodded towards the kitchen, telling me to follow him as he started heading that way so I did. Walking over to the fridge after I took a seat on one of the chairs that were surrounding the table, he grabbed a bottle of water out of it before he joined me. "Listen, I know that I've said this before but...this time, Bella...I'm fucking done."
Leaning back into my chair, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Done with what exactly?"
"Living like I used to."
"How can you be so sure, Andy?" I asked, placing my arms across my chest, "Don't take this the wrong way but, this addiction that you picked up, it's not something that you can just all of a sudden be 'done' with and you saying it like that—like it's that easy, it just proves to me how 'undone' with it you actually are. It takes real effort—real fucking effort that in my opinion, you aren't ready to take. I mean, back at the hospital, you didn't even listen to a single word that left that doctor's mouth when he was talking about what kind of shit was available out there for people who want to stop using. Instead of showing the dude some respect by at least pretending that you were hearing him out, you tuned him out and therefore, shit, on the help that he spent forty five minutes offering you...and you want to sit here and tell me that you're done with living like you used to? Give me a goddamn break..."
"I'm sorry."
Not wanting his apology, I shook my head. "It's not just saying it, Andy. It's fucking doing it. If you honest to God don't want to go back to any of that bullshit, then don't."
"I'm not going to," he said, trying to convince me, which was stupid, "I promise you."
"Who are you promising shit to?" I asked, looking around us in some dramatic type of a way before I returned my attention back to him, "Because if it's not a promise that you're making to yourself then, what the hell are we even doing right now, Andy? I mean, you might as well call up one of your boys so that you get a hold of the shit that put you in the hospital for the past two weeks. As a matter of fact," I whispered, standing up, "Let me do you a solid by getting my sober ass out of your way, du—"
"Stay with me."
I looked away from the kid's eyes because I knew that he wasn't asking me to stay with him for another minute. He was asking for something longer and I just...I didn't want to do that. "Andy, please don't do this. Don't fucking ask me for something like that."
"B." I met his gaze when I heard him standing up, "I need help. I can't do this alone."
"I don't know how to help you, Andy," I said as he walked over to me, "You have — "
"Who do I have?" he asked and I knew what he meant by that, because his 'friends' weren't his friends and his 'family' wasn't his family, "No one. I have no one, Bella."
And he didn't, except... "You have me," I told him, because you know what? He did.
"Yeah?"
I rolled my eyes, pulling him in for a hug that had him wrapping his arms around my shoulders before exhaling something that I felt, "Of course you do...you dip-shit."
He laughed against the top of my head. "Thanks for having me, B. For...everything."
"You got it, dude," was the muffled reply that his chest received as I closed my eyes.
Present Time, One week Later, ( three weeks after Andy's discharge )
It was friday night and after having to put up with all of the temper tantrums that Andy went through this past week, and cried and apologized for afterwards, I was more than ready to get the hell away from this house for a couple of fucking hours...
No lie, my right palm? It was bruised from being put to work.
And by 'put to work,' I meant slapping the shit out of him...
And by 'him,' I meant any part of him that I could get to...
Because holy shit was Andy Hardy a fucking case and a half.
After shoving one of his old hoodies over my head, I raised an eyebrow at the knock that I heard against the bedroom door...the bedroom door that used to be Andy's but is now mine...at least until I return it back to him, which will be after he gets his shit together. "What's up?" I asked, stepping into my chucks as I slid some chap stick on.
"Where are you going?"
"What do you mean, where am I going?" I asked, grabbing my bag that I threw on the floor earlier, "I already told you about J's birthday, how they're all going to some bar that I'm now officially late getting t—"
I jumped as he slammed his fist against the door.
"What the fuck is your problem, Andy?" I yelled when I heard him storming down the hallway before I snapped, and by 'snapped,' I mean that I yanked the door open to chase after him, "It's not like I've been living in this fucking house for my own goddamn pleasure! After all, I only stopped my life so that I could help you get yours back on track, you...you...you ungrateful piece of shit!"
"Just go!" he yelled, slamming the bathroom door shut in my face, "I don't need you!"
Leaning against the surface that separated us, I closed my eyes. "Andy, listen. I don't want to fight with you but you gotta cut me some slack, man. I'm getting antsy, sitting around here all fucking day. It's my boy's birthday, I can't just not go. If you start treating me like I'm some kind of a..." Pushing myself away from the door, I shook my head, "Look, I'm grown, alright? Don't treat me as if I'm not, that's all that I'm asking..."
Nothing.
"I'll only be gone for few hours anyway," I tried to reassure the kid, not wanting him to think that I was just ditching him, "You'll still be up by the time that I get back..."
Nothing.
I gave the door the middle finger, walking away from it. "You got my number if you need to use it so, do what you gotta do, you little bitch," I said, leaving him with that because on a serious note, I had to go, for it was J's birthday...
After walking into the bar that I was supposed to meet everyone at two hours ago, I smiled a smile that was nothing but genuine as soon as I spotted the naked chests that belonged to J and Jasper. The two fools, they were busy entertaining all of the women who were standing around them by whipping their shirts up in the air, hootin' and hollerin' words that honestly? I couldn't even bother to try to make out.
Paying the sluts who were practically drooling on themselves no mind, Rose and Pix were both sitting at the bar, cheering at the little show that the two dancing queens were performing for free. Giving Alice a wave that she winked at, I ignored Em's girl when she shouted for me to get my ass over there, simply because I wasn't ready to forgive her yet for kicking me out of their fucking apartment when I confronted her about how my brother was treating her, which...by the way, was still hard to believe.
"Can I steal this?" I asked the bouncer, pointing at the stool that he wasn't using.
Dude grinned...after, of course, checking me out. "Go ahead, B—"
"You're disgusting," I let him know, while I grabbed a hold of the goddamn stool...
Only to drag it over to the dance floor that J was standing on...busting dance moves that grown men of his size shouldn't in any way, shape or form bust...because whoa.
After digging into my bag for the stack of ones that I brought with me, I sat my ass down on the stool with a smirk...one that had no problem in catching the birthday boy's interest. "Well, come on, don't get all shy on me now," I told him, spreading my legs apart some as I waved the money around, "Shake ya ass but watch ya self, shake ya ass—show me what you workin' with...shake ya ass but watch ya self, shake ya ass..."
"I came here with my dick in my hand!" he picked up, strutting that ass that he started shaking over towards me, "Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo ass, be cool…"
"And don't worry about how I'm rippin' this shit," I took over, dancing on my seat cause it was so on, "When I'm flippin' when I'm kickin,' nigga this just what I do..."
Reaching the stool that I was sitting on, he smiled his Jacob Black smile, telling me that he missed me as he pulled my face up to his own to place a kiss over my mouth. "It's been like, what...three weeks? Weren't you the one who told me not to disappear?"
"Yeah, I know...shit came up but, that's a story for another time because right now?"
He grinned at the raised brow that I directed at my lap. "I gotta earn my money..."
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah buddy," I smiled, lifting the hand that was holding a hundred and fifty ones, "Get it poppin,' playboy. I wouldn't want to lose interest in what I didn't even get a taste of yet..."
"Oh, I'll give you a taste," he snorted? as he straddled me, "Just you wait and see..."
...
...
...
I don't know about you ladies but all that I saw was a bunch of hip thrusting.
And when I say that that's all that I saw, it's because literally, that's all that I saw...
As the kid continued to...no lie...thrust his hips right into my face...repeatedly.
Not wanting to laugh at him, I bit onto my lip as I ran my hands down his chest to try to push him back a little bit because seriously? I didn't need his junk all up in my business like that. "How far do I have to go, Bells? Give me the goddamn money."
And at the sound of him being all out of breath and whatnot, I laughed. "Oh, is that all you got, though?" I asked as his slouched over being took a break by placing his hands on the tops of my thighs, "And here I thought that I was dealing with a dude who knew how to work it..."
"Oh now...now you're asking for it," he told me and before I knew it...
I was thrown over his shoulder. "Jake!" I snorted, grabbing a hold of his belt as soon as he stumbled away from the stool that my ass was safely sitting on, "If you dro—"
"Stop being dramatic. Like I'd actually drop this fine ass," he scoffed, smacking the blubber out of what he was talking about. Ignoring the growl that his hit earned itself, he placed me on top of the bar…giving the two dudes who were sitting nearby a glare when they started eying me up. "Get the hell lost or else!"
I shook my head at them when they apologized for having eyes, before they took off.
"Lay back."
"Lay back?"
"Lay back."
Lifting my legs up onto the counter, I turned to the side so that I could do what the kid told me to do. Paying the raised eyebrow that I was sporting no mind...the one that formed after he exposed my stomach, he called for the bartender. "Let me get a shot of tequila and some salt!"
"You're out of your fucking mind," I caught on, slapping his hands off of my hoodie and tee shirt before lowering them back down to where they covered me, "I've known you since you had acne, J. This whole 'body shot' idea of yours? Nothing but gross."
"Well I need to earn my goddamn money somehow, don't I?"
"Touche," I groaned yet laughed at the same time, looking away from him as I placed one of my arms across my forehead. Closing my eyes as he started to once again lift the fabric up to my bra, I grimaced a grimace that turned into a gag when I felt his tongue licking a trail along my abdomen, "Kidding aside, this might actually make me vomit. I'm just warning you, cause...this shit, it's nothing but disturbing."
Lifting my arm after not getting any kind of a response to the truth that I was spitting, I pursed my lips together when I saw him pouring way too much salt over all of the spots that he licked. "Are you ready to give me my money, Bells?" he asked, not at all noticing the fact that I was literally seconds away from fucking losing it...
"I've been ready," I said, placing my hands behind my head, "Do it up, big poppa..."
And as soon as he did, he choked, which had me grinning something so wide that I wouldn't be surprised if it had me looking like the fucking Grinch. "Oh my gaw!" he gagged as he looked up at me with his mouth hung open, "I'm pwacticawy dehydwated!"
With a raised eyebrow, I sat up a bit to lean on my elbows, "That bad, yeah?"
He stuck his tongue out and I laughed, seeing the mound of salt that was laying on top of it. "Iss nowt funny!" he said, narrowing his eyes at me, "I'm gonna thwow up!"
"Then thwow up," I told him with a shrug as I wiped my tummy free of salt. Pulling myself up to a sitting position, I swung my legs around so that they were hanging off of the bar again before I grabbed a hold of the front of his waistband to shove the stack of cash in there, "This is for the entertainment that my ass received when you overdosed on the sodium chloride. Not for the shitty lap dance or the inappropriate body shot."
Pushing my pucker away from giving his pout a kiss, the hater lowered me down to the floor, telling me that everything was my fault before shoving me out of his way by using one of his hips. "Uw, hewo, I nee watah hewe!" he shouted, directing his irrational anger at the laughing bartender instead of me now, "Watah!"
Shaking my head at the sputtering tool after he snatched the tall glass of water out of her hand, I thanked the bartender for him, seeing as to how he couldn't do so at the time, what with him chugging the aqua down in some desperate type of a way that Jasper raised a brow at as he stepped up to us. "What's his deal?"
Taking a hold of his nipples while his attention remained on our boy who was busy asking for yet another glass of water, I twisted them in greeting. "Hey now!" Jasper growled a laugh, swatting my hands away from what should've been covered up by a tee shirt of some kind, "It's been almost a month since I last saw you, Brown Eyes, and that's the hi that I get?"
Before I had the chance to shrug, Pixie's arms...they wrapped around me from behind and lifted my ass up into the air. "I missed you, bitch!" she screamed into my ear as I groaned at the feeling of her elbows digging into my ribs, "Where have you been?!"
Turning around after she lowered me back down to my feet, I rolled my eyes at the innocent little smile that Brandon was wearing as she stood there with her hands over her hips, looking like she didn't just snap my spinal cord in half a second ago...
Pulling her in for a hug, I shook my head at the never-ending battery before I laid a grin against her cheek. "I missed you too, hookah," I whispered, tightening my arms around her as soon as her own wrapped around my waist, "Shit's been kind of crazy but, I'm back."
"Oh, you better be, Bella Boo," she whispered into my ear, leaning away from the tight embrace afterwards to meet my eyes, "Things, they aren't the same without you around."
"Well I'm around now so shut the fuck up about it already. Giving me a headache..."
My teasing wink quickly turned into a pair of narrowed eyes as soon as the wild cat slapped my ass. "How's that for a headache?" Stepping away from my hand when it went to retaliate, she grabbed a hold of Jasper's arm with a grin, "Maybe later, baby," Pixie hummed as she started pulling him away from me, "Let me take care of this piece of meat first...afterwards? Guuurl, you just wait cause, you don't even know..."
But I think that I did know, which was why I held my hands up into the air with a grimace that I hoped would turn her off, "Take your time with that," I told her, giving her man a nod, "Please," I added cause if it was anything like that kiss that she gave me on my birthday...help me, Lord.
"So, I take it that you're not talking to me."
I ignored her as I brought the Miller Lite bottle up to my mouth to finish it off.
"Really though, Honey B?"
"Really though," I confirmed, keeping my eyes from meeting hers as I placed the now empty bottle on top of the counter, in front of me, "After all, why the hell would my ass want to talk to a chick who thrives on acting like a little bitch by letting her dude degrade her into something that she always denied being?" I asked, before I laughed a laugh that held nothing but disappointment, "And I was the one who lacked a fucking backbone, back in the day..."
"You know what..." Looking at her now, I raised an eyebrow, "I don't need this, B."
"Then why the hell are you over here, all up in my fucking space right now?" I asked from my spot on the stool that my ass has been sitting on for the last forty five minutes, "Cause I sure as hell don't remember inviting you over here for a chat."
"So it's like that now?"
"I guess it fucking is."
"Whatever."
"Whatever," I repeated after her as she walked away from me before I shrugged at the thought of hurting her feelings because you know what? Rose had no problem in hurting mine a month ago by kicking me out of something that I could've helped her with so, yeah, whatever.
Looking over at the entrance, I rolled my eyes when I saw Edward stepping inside, giving the bouncer that shouldn't of let him in a pat on the back with the hand that wasn't holding onto Blondie's own. Removing my attention from the kid who's been avoiding the shit out of my existence ever since Andy was admitted to the hospital, I returned it back to the bartender who asked me if I wanted another bottle of Miller Lite. "No," I answered her, ignoring my brother as he took a seat next to me, "But, let me get a glass of whiskey, though…actually, make that two."
"Okay, so...you're not only pissed off at me, but...you're feeling some type of a way towards Rose now, too..." Em unnecessarily pointed out after she walked away to get my liquor, "You have to fucking talk to me, Kiddo. What the hell has been going on?"
"You tell me, Emmett."
"I don't know!" he growled in a low whisper, "That's why I'm asking you, Bella."
Shaking my head, I looked away from him again. "You're so fucking fake right now."
"You're pissed off about the dope, right? B, look...just listen to me for a seco—"
"No, you fucking listen to me for a second," I interrupted, pairing my heated tone of a voice with a glare that easily silenced him, "I'm not going to stand here and let your fucking addiction hurt me anymore, Emmett. I've been dealing with Renee's bullshit ever since my Pop died...ever since it started and to have to worry about my brother going down the same path that she's on...no. No fucking way. I'm sorry but, I'm not putting myself through all of that again. It's an obstacle that I honestly don't have the energy for at this time, so..."
"Kiddo, if you can just hear me out, I can explai—"
"You know what, dude?" I asked, fed up with this whole thing already as I wrapped my fingers around the neck of what I...as of right now...considered a weapon, "I've been through a lot these past three weeks and if you don't get the fuck out of my sight by the time that I count down to one, I'm going to use that thick head of yours to break this beer bottle that I'm gripping up like a motherfucker. Five. F—"
"We're out of whiskey," the bartender told me as Em left, "Here's a beer, though?"
"What the hell do you mean, you're out of whiskey?"
Lady shrugged, placing the bottle of piss on top of the counter. "It's on the house."
"You're damn right, it's on the house," I spat, snatching up what this 'establishment' had to offer me before turning around to face the crowd, "You fools should've closed this joint down a long fucking time ago, talking about we're out of whiskey. What a disgrace..."
You know what else was a disgrace? Or, better yet...who else? Edward fucking Cullen.
Edward fucking Cullen, who was 'busy' making out with the broad that he walked in with earlier...the very same one whose body was currently pressed up against his own while he leaned against the wall that the unsuspecting DJ was playing in front of.
Catching a glimpse of Blondie's tongue when it shoved itself into the kid's open and more than willing mouth, I swallowed the bile that made its way up my throat...only to wash the bitterness down with a long sip of beer after I returned my attention back to Edward, who was now grabbing a hold of her ass and therefore, encouraging her slut-astic behavior like, 'oh, it's all good, baby...who cares if we're in a public place, let's just do whatever feels good and make the people who have no choice but to watch us nauseous along the way! After all, why do it at home when there could be an audience!'
Pig.
Six Beers Deep
Ignoring the sound that the stool on my left made as it was pulled back, I went to order my seventh beer...only to smile as it was handed to me without even having to ask for it. "There you go," the new bartender said, because apparently...I scared off the old one...or so I was told when I asked him why she stopped serving me, "That'll be another eight bucks, hun."
"Eight fucking bucks!" I shouted in his direction, unable to pinpoint the dude's exact location, "And here I am, wondering why the hell I'm running out of cash when I've been getting charged eight fucking bucks for a bottle of piss! What's this shit made out of, dick?"
"No worries," he laughed from my left, "I got it." I ground my teeth together as I saw his fingers reaching out to hand the bartender a twenty dollar bill, "Go ahead and keep the change, man. You fucking earned it after having to deal with this one over here."
"Get lost!" I growled at the greedy ass bartender whose been ripping me off when he went to thank Edward by shaking his hand. Looking over at the slut himself after Mr. that'll-be-eight-fucking-bucks scampered away, I narrowed my eyes at him. "I have my own money, Cullen. I don't need some dude paying for drinks that I can pay for."
He smirked, taking a seat on the stool that he pulled out a minute ago. "Obviously."
"Is there a reason as to why you're sitting over here when you can sit anywhere else?" I asked because seriously, why was he talking to me now when he hasn't been?
Snatching the beer bottle out of my hand after I lifted it up to my mouth, the prick brought it over to his own and grinned against the top of it when he heard the growl that left my system. "So," he started, after drinking some of the alcohol that I fucking ordered for myself, "You and Andy, yeah?"
"So," I copied, stealing back what was mine, not his, "You and Blondie, yeah?"
"Touche."
"Touche," I mocked him, dismissing the asshole by turning around to face the crowd and okay, I might've spun around in my seat a little too fast...which definitely had my ass sliding off of what it was sitting on top of but so what? He didn't need to grab a hold of my arm like that cause...he just...he didn't need to. "Don't touch me."
Turning around after I pulled my extremity out of his grip, Edward faced me. "So?"
"So?"
"Are you fucking him now?"
My jaw dropped in stun, but my eyes...they narrowed in fucking rage. "Excuse me?"
"You didn't hear me, Bella?"
"How are you even asking me something like that right now?" I laughed in disbelief.
Placing his elbows on top of the edge of the counter that our backs faced, the nosey bastard shrugged a shrug that was filled with nothing but tension. "Well, are you?"
I pushed on his shoulder, hard, causing his elbows to slide out from under him. "It's none of your fucking business," I spat as he grabbed a hold of my arm to keep his ass from meeting the floor with a glare that had nothing...absolutely nothing...on the one that I was throwing right back at him, "Honestly, who the hell do you think you are, asking me shit like that?"
"He's bad news, Bae. Stay away from him," he ordered in some serious sort of a way...
That I totally smiled at, cause who was he kidding? "Oh, okay. I'll for sure do that."
"That dude right there, he's just using — "
"Use this," I gritted, smacking his stupid chest with the back of my hand, which had him rolling his eyes at me in return. Standing up when he opened his mouth to say something else, I stopped the kid by giving him the middle finger, "Save it, asshole."
Pulling my hoodie over my head, I stumbled my ass out of the bar without another word, thinking to myself that I'd call Jake tomorrow to apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. After reaching my truck, I yanked the driver's side door open...only to raise an eyebrow at the hand that ended up slamming it shut a second later...the same one that mind you, popped out of fucking nowhere. Looking over my shoulder, I groaned when I found Edward standing there. "Where are you going?" he asked.
Ignoring him, I opened the door once again but Cullen, he fucking slammed it shut once the fuck more. "I'm going home," I told him, thinking that the kid would leave me alone if I actually answered him this time, "Now, if you don't mind..."
"Actually, I do mind," he said, keeping his hand against the door, "It's kind of early."
"I don't give a shit about how kind of early it is, Edward. Get out of my fucking face."
He smirked. "Chill ou—"
"Think twice about telling me to chill out, because I swear to God..."
"Alright," he laughed a bit, holding his hands up by his shoulders in surrender, "But seriously," he added, pulling me away from the door after I yanked it open, "You've been drinking...I don't feel right letting you drive home. Let me just walk you there instead, yeah?"
"Motherfucker, get away from me," I spat, pulling my arm out of his hold.
"No."
"Now."
"Oh, okay," he replied, taking a step forward as I took a step back, which fucking pissed me off because now that I was seated, his body, it was blocking me from closing the door. Lifting my leg, I went to kick the prick but he quickly put that shit to a stop by catching it with a grin that I growled at, "Come on, Bae. Let me just take you home..."
"Let go of my leg."
"Like this?" he asked, gripping it tighter.
"I'm going to scream," I warned him.
He shrugged like, do what you gotta do...
So I did, by screaming bloody fucking murder...until I stopped, after I noticed that my childish antics weren't as affective as I thought that they'd be. "Are you done?" he asked me and when I went to open my mouth to scream again, he leaned down and shoved his hand against my lips, "Why are you acting like a little bitch right now?"
"You're the little bitch," I mumbled against his palm before slapping his hand away.
Grabbing a hold of my wrists, he pulled me out of my truck, "I'm not doing this with you tonight, Bella," he said, stealing my keys with the hand that didn't close the door, "I'm walking you home."
Shit.
Phil.
"Uh, that's...that's not necessary, man," I whispered, ignoring the raised eyebrow that I got as I walked around him to start heading over towards the street, "As you know, I'm perfectly capable of walking my own ass home, so...I'll see you later or whatever."
"What's up with that?"
I jumped a bit, surprised to see him by my side. "What's up with what?"
"You not letting me walk you home," he answered, keeping up with me as I kept on walking, "I don't get why you're so against it...you act as if you have something to hide, or whatever..."
I shrugged in response, otherwise remaining silent as I continued on my way.
"Alright, well...I can take a hint when I'm given one," he declared, which was total bullshit, seeing as to how he was still following my ass, "You don't like talking about home. Got it."
After reaching my street, I stopped at the very beginning of it. "Well, it's been nice," I started with obvious sarcasm within my voice before I pointed at the house that was three houses down from the one that I actually lived in, "That's me, so..."
"Cool," he replied, placing his hands inside the back pockets of his jeans.
"Bye, Edward."
"Come on," he said, and when he started heading over towards the house that didn't belong to me, my eyes...they widened a bit cause holy shit, we're definitely going to get arrested for trespassing, "Let me walk you up to the door, at least..."
Stepping up to the porch after him, I looked around as I lowered my hoodie from my head, trying to think of who actually lived here. "Alright, so uh...yeah," I whispered, returning my attention back to Edward when he reached the front door, "Thanks for, you know, walking me home. I'll uh...bye."
"Are you going to open the door?"
"Yeah."
Dude raised a brow at my motionless form as I stood in place. "Any time soon, or..."
"Jesus Christ," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down, "I'll fucking do it, just...leave."
"Bella, I'm not going anywhere until I make sure that you're good."
"I'm good," I gritted, impatient with his patience, "I'm just waiting for you to leave."
Pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he walked away from the door. "I have all fucking night, Bae," he told me as he sat down on the first step that would lead him off of the porch, "Keep it up, and I'll be spending it with you."
"Edward, c'mon," I groaned, watching him light up his smoke, "Just get lost already."
He exhaled, turning his attention over to whoever's yard before he started humming.
And as soon as I moved to make a fucking run for it, cause honestly, what else was I supposed to do...some old hag yanked the front door open. "What are you two kids doing o—"
Tossing his cigarette out into the yard, Cullen grimaced as he pushed himself off of the concrete that he was sitting on before he walked past me and up to the owner of the house, who might I add, I didn't recognize...whatsoever. "Hey, I'm uh...my name's Edward. It's nice to me—" Looking over at me after a few seconds, the kid dropped his hand from its slightly raised position, "I don't remember you telling me that you lived with your grandmother..."
Looking away from him, I lowered my head. "Maybe it's because I don't..."
"My fault," I heard him tell G-mom in a low growl and before I fucking knew it, I was dragged off of the porch, "This lunatic over here told me that she lived at this h—"
"Let go of me!" I hissed, trying to keep up with his pace, tripping through the yard.
"What's your fucking deal, Bella?" he asked me in an irritated whisper, dropping my hand as soon as we reached the sidewalk, "I mean, what exactly are you so scared of having me find out?"
"Look, Edward, you don't underst—"
"Stop," he interrupted me, giving my shoulder a light push, "Where do you live?"
Looking away from him, I said nothing as I lifted my hoodie up over my head.
"I'll go and knock on everyone of these motherfucking doors, Bae...don't test me."
Giving my house a quick glance before returning my attention back to him, I held in the groan that wanted to escape as soon as I saw that all of the lights were still on...
"That one?" he asked, catching onto my unaccomplished sneakiness as he gave my house a nod. Lowering my head, I told the kid to just go home but he paid my words no mind, asking me once the hell again, "Bella, is that where you fucking live?"
And after not getting any kind of a response whatsoever, Cullen walked around me.
"Fuck my li—Edward!" I shouted, trying to keep up with him as he started running over to where I didn't want him to be, "Don't even think about ringing that goddamn doorbe—"
"Jesus Christ!" he hissed as soon as the front of his body slammed into the door that the front of my body tackled him into, "What the...what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Hey!" I yelped when he pushed me away...only to yelp once again when he grabbed a hold of my arm to pull me forward as I, no lie, went flying from his force, "Oh, you piece of…"
Taking a hold of the fingers that weren't wrapped around my elbow, I —
"Yo!" he shouted as I bent his digits back, yanking them away from me…grabbing a hold of my own, he squeezed the shit out of them, "Doesn't feel so great, huh?" he asked my narrowed eyes while I tried to pull my hand out of his grip, "How do you like it, Be—"
"Bella, baby!"
Letting go of what I couldn't successfully get out of, Cullen looked over his shoulder when he heard her voice...the same voice that I rolled my eyes at before I stepped up to his side to face the woman who I stopped calling 'mom' a long time ago. "Renee."
"Well, well, well," she hummed, looking over to the kid who was standing next to me with a smile that had her looking like she was in the middle of experiencing some kind of a fucking stroke, "Who do we have here, sweetheart?"
"Edward Cullen," he answered her for me, holding out the hand that wasn't running through his hair, "It's uh, it nice to finally be able to put a face on Bella Swan's mom."
She blushed, taking a hold of his hand to shake it. "Well, come in, come in!"
Grabbing onto Cullen's arm, I kept him in place when the drunk went to pull him inside. "That's not going to happen," I told her, paying the kid's narrowed eyes no mind, "Edward Cullen is actually leaving so, let him go."
"Actually, I'm good," he told me, keeping his fingers wrapped around hers after she let go, "Thanks, though," he said, leaving me with that as Renee pulled him inside with a laugh.
Goddamn him and his motherfucking existence, getting himself involved in this shit...
Stepping inside, I looked around the living room and when I noticed that he wasn't here, I smiled something like this might not be so bad after all, lowering my hoodie from its place. Following the two of them into the kitchen, the relief that I was filled with a second ago, it disappeared when my eyes landed on the asshole himself, who was sitting down at the table, reading a newspaper. "Edward, dear," Renee started, ignoring the frown that I was wearing as I stayed by the door, "I'd like you to meet my husband. Phil."
He extended his hand out towards her 'husband,' who ignored it by looking over at me with eyes that silently told me that he didn't appreciate the company that I never intended to bring home. Letting his hand drop, Edward followed the asshole's gaze...only to miss my facial expression...the one that he probably wanted to read as I lowered my head. "So nice of you to bring home some random guy, Isabella."
"Uhm..." Lifting my eyes off of the floor when I heard the kid clearing his throat, I saw him shaking his head at Phil. "I'm not...she's not...Bella and I, we're just friends."
He grinned something tense, "Right. Well, don't just stand there, friend...sit down, have a beer with me," he said, placing the paper that he was reading on top of the table as he nodded at Renee, who ran over to the fridge to get her man what he 'asked' her for.
Edward raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking me if that was cool.
I shrugged, because what the hell was I going to say now, 'not at all?'
"I'll be back," Renee said, handing them a can of Coors, "Make yourself at home."
Home.
Right.
"This is a nice place that you guys have here, yeah?"
"Why, thank you, son," Phil whispered, leaning back into his chair as Cullen took a seat on the one that was across from him. Looking over at me, the asshole raised an eyebrow at my form that remained by the door, "Won't you join us, Isabella?"
Heading over towards Edward when he pulled out the empty chair that was placed next to him, I was stopped by Phil, who grabbed a hold of my arm. "You know better than that," he laughed, patting his lap, "Your seat's right here."
Looking away from Edward when his eyes snapped up to mine, I shook my head at the man who was keeping me in place, "Phil, can we..." I lowered my voice, "Let's not do thi—"
"Sit down," he smiled, keeping his eyes on the kid whose own I was avoiding, "Now."
Doing as he commanded, I ground my teeth together as he wrapped his arms around my waist, the feeling of his hot breath hitting my ear ticking me off while he ran his nose along my hair. "Tell me, Edward," he hummed and it was then when I noticed Edward's knuckles...the ones that were skin tight as they tapped against the table, "Have you ever...and I mean ever, smelled anything as good as Isabella here?"
"Excuse me?" I heard as I tried to get up, but Phil tightened his hold on me...
Leaning back into his chair, Emmett's Pop pulled me with him. "I was talking about Isabella, son," he clarified, looking at the kid that I couldn't look at right now, "She smells delicious, don't you agree?"
"Is this some kind of a joke?" Edward asked and at the tone of his voice, I lifted my head and met his eyes...only to look away again when I saw the anger that they were filled with...no, exploding with, "This...it must be some kind of a fucking joke, yeah?"
"Edwa—"
"Don't," he hissed, interrupting my try as he walked over to us, "Bella, stand up," he gritted, lowering his head when I didn't with hands that were formed into tight fists by his sides, "I'm seconds away from doing something that could potentially make this a whole lot worse, Bella...get the fuck up."
"Son, relax," Phil whispered as he stood us up, keeping a hold of my arm, "Did you honestly think that I could sit here all day without wanting a piece of her? I mean, look at the woman, Edward...go ahead and take a real good look at her and tell me that she's not irresistible..."
Looking down at the fingers that were wrapped around my elbow, Cullen closed his eyes before he opened them back up again and I knew what the kid was doing but he was awake and he wasn't having a nightmare. This was my fucking reality and I couldn't escape it even if I tried to.
"We're leaving," Edward said, breaking me out of my thoughts by grabbing a hold of my hand, "Let go of her fucking arm before I — "
Phil laughed, dropping his hold on me, "I didn't mean to offend you, s—"
Pulling me away from him, Edward led me out of the kitchen and over to the front door...only to turn around and look at me like I had two heads after I yanked my arm out of his grip when he stepped outside, "You can't be serious?" he asked me as I stayed put, "Bella, what the hell are you doing, come on."
"Edward, just go ho—"
"Get the fuck out of here," he growled, pulling me outside without a second thought.
"Hey!" I whispered, tugging on his hand when the kid started dragging me down the street, "Where the hell are you taking me, man...ju—just stop for a second, Jesus C—"
He stopped so abruptly that it had me bumping into him. "What the fuck was that?"
"Edward, it's not...it wasn't what it looked li—"
"Are y—" he paused for a second, only to ask me "Did he ever force himself on you?"
"No," I whispered, looking away from him, "Of course not, God...stop being ridicul—"
"Bullshit, you fucking liar."
"Edwa—"
"Does Emmett know about this shit?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Edward, don't."
"So he doesn't, yeah?" he said, shaking his head, "Wow. Wait until he hears about —"
"Edward," I gritted, yanking my hand of his hold before pushing him away, "Don't."
"Don't what, Bae?" he asked, "Tell your brother that his fucking Pop's a goddamn loser who has nothing better to do than to mess around with his step-sister? Get —"
Turning around, I didn't wait for him to finish. "Let go of me!" I growled as soon as I felt him grab a hold of me from behind, "Dude, I swear to God!" I continued after I was tossed over his shoulder, "I'm going to fucking — "
"Shut up," he growled back, unaffected by the numerous punches that his hard ass was receiving as he never stopped heading down the same street that we took to get over here, "McCarty's going to find out about this, Bae, whether you like it or not, I don't give a fuck."
"You don't know w—"
"I don't give a fuck!"
Reaching the parking lot that belonged to the bar that we were at earlier, the hope that I had of finding it empty disappeared when I saw our small group of friends standing outside, chatting it up. As soon as they noticed Edward carrying my disgruntled ass, though...all conversation stopped. "Here we go again," Blue Eyes mumbled before he started heading over towards us, along with Rose, Pix, Em, and J.
"Hey, man!" my brother shouted, pushing Jasper out of his way to get to us faster when he saw the kid leading us over to his car, "That's my fucking sister, put her down!"
"Your fucking sister, yeah?" Edward laughed as soon as we reached his destination, lowering me down to the ground, "Well let me tell you something about your fucking sister...she's been — "
I slapped my palm over his mouth before I looked over at Rose, whose eyes widened a little when they saw the fear that my own held...the fear that she only seemed to notice, what with her man's attention on the kid who was ready to lay all of my shit bare, just like that, "She's been what?" Emmett asked him, placing his arms across his chest as Cullen pushed my hand away.
"Did you know that your P—"
And I screamed in 'agony,' interrupting the drama that his words would bring as I wrapped my arms around my waist, "My—my stomach!" I acted, "It...it hurts so bad!"
Edward's eyes snapped over to me and turned into narrow slits as soon as I started the performance...the performance, that Rose and Alice found amusing as all hell as they lowered their heads to hide the matching grins that my antics created. Emmett and Jake on the other hand, the both of them acted as if they thought that I was a second away from exploding or something as they took a step back while Jasper, he just scrunched his brows together like what in the hell just happened here, all of a sudden?
Running over to me after a minute, Rose grabbed a hold of my face before Pixie joined us by placing her palm across my forehead, "Bella Boo, tell us what's wrong..."
"God help me!" I cried, trying to come up with something before, "It's just...the pain!"
"Oh get the fuck re—"
"Don't just stand there, you idiots!" Alice interrupted Edward by yelling at the other three boys who were literally just standing there, looking all shocked and whatnot, "Didn't you hear her, she's in pain! Go to the store and get her some Advil, she's...she's probably...she's probably on her period!"
The snort that left my being…the one that Pixie's explanation created, it turned into a hiss of actual pain as Rose dug her fist into my stomach, "Fucking go already, you dip-shits!" Hale growled, holding me up as I bent over to curse her existence, "Bella Swan needs menstrual pads, pronto!"
Em, J, and Jasper looked at each other nervously, not know where the fuck to begin.
"She's going to start leaking!" Pix shouted, Rose nodded, "Hurry up, you fools! Go!"
And the three of them took off, bumping into each other as they ran over to Jake's truck, "She's going to start leaking, though?" Edward asked Alice, "Who the hell says shit like that?"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Brandon shrugged, having no idea how much I appreciated her ass for doing that without knowing why the hell she was even doing it to begin with, "That should give you two kids an hour or so to...do whatever. Have fun!"
"Rose," I called out as Pixie went to drag her away, "Uh...thanks for, you know..."
She winked at me, "You're welcome, bitch."
"Are you done?" Edward asked me after we were left alone.
I raised my own eyebrow at him, "Are you done?"
He shook his head at me, pulling open the passenger side door of his car. "Get in."
"No," I laughed, "I'm not trying to hang out with your ass after all of that wen—"
"Bella," he gritted, "Get," he picked me up, "In," he finished, throwing me inside.
"You —" and I growled as he slammed the door shut, which was totally unnecessary...
Only to yank his own open after he got to it, like the drama queen that he was.
Rolling my eyes at the prick when he started mumbling something about me being stubborn after he took a seat, I placed my arms across my chest and looked out of the window. Gunning it out of the spot that he was parked in, Edward raised an eyebrow at the glare that I was burning into his skull…the one that formed after the back of my head slammed into the headrest, "You fucking dick!"
"You fucking dick!" he mocked me in a heightened voice that definitely didn't match mine, slowing down as he reached the end of the lot only to fucking gun it out into the street like the race car driver that he wasn't, "Let's save ourselves the headache that talking to each other would cause by not doing it for the rest of this drive, shall we?"
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