Chapter 13

She crept slowly over his body, moving her hands over his stomach to his hip bone feeling the beads of sweat that had formed. As she crept over him, his hardness grazed her breasts then her stomach to her thighs which was already moist with perspiration and the wetness of her arousal. She could feel his response with every indrawn deep breath he took. Exhaling deeply, she took hold of his cock and positioned him at her entrance. She lifted her eyes to look at him, but before she could he already rolled them over and pinned her hands with his. She whimpered and moved her head up to reach his lips.

"Don't" He demanded.

He sat up abruptly, pushing her hands away from his body. He knew any man in his right mind would have never denied her advances. She was beautiful, talented, and eager to please him. What man wouldn't want her? He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and then sighed.

If he could he would have thrown all the caution over the windows. Who the fuck wants to think about right or wrong when a naked woman is lying beside you and earning for your touch? But it was already late to ask that question because that's exactly what he has done. This had to be the biggest mistake of his life. He rubbed the heel of his palm on his eyes and groaned softly. Beads of sweat rolled down his shoulder, and his hair was in a state of disarray—an aftermath of their sex.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around him from behind. She rested her forehead on the back of his neck, her nails tracing the mole there.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. His eyes were stricken and his voice had an edge of panic.

"Why did I have to know like this?" He shouted at her as his finger pointed to the dried red blood on the tangled bed sheet.

She looked him straight in the eyes. Her ocean blue ones were pleading, requesting him to not spoil the moment. He couldn't stand it so he looked away. She cupped his cheeks and replied steadily "Because, you wouldn't have done it if you'd known you were the first."

The air was charged with tension.

She asked in a whisper "Would you?"

His voice was hoarse. "No I wouldn't have Chelsea"

"I know" she said softly. She sighed heavily and flopped on the bed on her back.

There were several minutes of silence in the room when Edward scowled at himself for thinking with his dick while she tried hard not to cry.

"It had to be you" she whispered barely. Her voice trembled as she spoke between quick breathes "It always had to be you. There was never anybody else"

His heart broke with her words. He turned his head and looked at her tear stained face. Her knees were drawn up to her chest like a child as her sobs came in quick gasps. He crawled back to her and wrapped her in his arms, wiping the tears away from her face.

"You don't even know me Chelsea"

"I know you Edward." she reached for his hand and placed it above her left breast. "My heart knows you"

She gently pushed him down to mattress and circled her hands around his neck.

"Please don't spoil this"... "I need you"

He was silent for a long minute. She could feel his defenses crumbling gradually. And when she looked up at him next his answering smile was dazzling.

"I am here" he whispered. "As long as you need me"

There was joy written across all over her face. This makes her happy...let it be Edward, he thought.

She pressed their bodies together, and connected her lips with his. Her mouth opened like an invitation and he was rewarded with her tongue thrusting inside his mouth. They kissed feverishly as their shared passion grew.

And without a word, he slipped inside her once again.

"I will always need you" she whispered barely as pleasure overtook her body.

Edward slammed his hands on the dashboard of his newly repaired car. The need to vent his anger and frustration was immense. He wanted to punch something and then scream out loud. Panic rose in his chest and he tried to breath greedily. The last time he had lost control, he had ended up with an accident. He wouldn't want that to happen again even though he was already dying with all the questions swirling inside his head. The faint music played through the radio as he drove past Forks.

Enemy, familiar friend

My beginning and my end

Knowing truth, whispering lies

And it hurts again

What I fear and what've tried

Words I say and what I hide

All the pain, I want it to end

Just when he had thought things were going to be better in his life, everything crashed into million pieces...again. He saw Bella's face behind his closed eyelids. She took his breathe away from the very moment she had fallen into his arms. The overwhelming urge to know her, to touch her had made him wild. And then when he was finally losing hope, she found him. But then the bet became a barrier. He had thought she was never going to forgive him but then she gave him a chance. And in return he had left her worried and concerned. He had screwed things again.

I'm still the same, pursuing pain

Is it worth all that I've gained?

We both know how this will end,

But I'd do it again.

Why was life so cruel to him? Whenever he took a step towards her, it was like an unknown force was pulling him two steps back. He remembered the first time he had touched her and the jolt that passed though his body. The first word that had come to his mind was forbidden. He realized now he was right. She was indeed forbidden. And he knew exactly why.

Chelsea was the reason.

He could run, he could hide, but nothing would ever stop her from coming to him. She was everywhere-in his mind, in his thoughts-following him like a shadow. He could pretend to forget, but then the next moment, she would come gnawing at him. He wanted to hate her but he couldn't. This has been his fault, there was no one to blame.

He sped up his car and it wasn't long before he passed the "Sequinn Washington" board.

What about Paul? His inner voice asked. He didn't want to believe that the guy was telling the truth. Then again, Bella's words didn't paint him as harmful. Infact, he seemed anything but harmful. Was Chelsea lying to him then? He shook his head. She could never do it. But what if she did? What if the incident with Paul never happened? Did she pretend to breakdown in front of his car? But what would she gain from it?

So many questions he had and the worst part of it all was he was never going to get those answers.

Edward slammed on the brake as he reached the old white building. He parked safely and got out of the car. Sara, the receptionist at the front desk was talking on the phone. As Edward walked through the door, she gave him a big smile and Edward tried to return the smile politely.

"Mr. Edward. How are you?" the women asked when she put the phone down.

Edward was not up for small talk. He was anxious and so he asked urgently "Is she..?"

"Yes." The women sighed. "She has created quite a chaos in the past few days. She had been asking about you a lot...we were almost in the edge of calling you but then Kate handled the situation"

He knew exactly how Kate handled the situation...lets just say there was involvement of syringe and needles.

"Can I go?" Edward asked in a defeated voice. Sara smiled sympathetically before patting his arm.

"Yes...It would make her a lot better"

No more words were said as he took the key from her outreached hand and walked towards the room that he had grown familiar with. He inhaled sharply before putting the key in the hole and turning the knob. The room was dim; the only light coming was from the small square sized open windows. He took a step forward and felt something under his feet. He crouched down to look and was surprised to find all his gifts lying haphazardly on the floor. There were cards, soft toys, chocolate wrappers, and letters and surrounded by them was Chelsea.

She was sitting in the corner of the room with her legs drawn to her chest. Her brown hair which once looked smooth and shiny looked frizzy. Her white dress was tainted and her skin looked paler than usual. She was staring at him with wide blue eyes.

He held out his hand and whispered her name.

She gasped.

She crawled slowly over to him, checking him from head to toe as if not believing her eyes. Edward sat motionless as she approached him. She looked so fragile, as she inched her hands towards his face. She slapped her hands lightly on his face and then ran the back of her hand against his jaw.

"E-Edward" She whispered lovingly. "You came"

"I am here...I am here" he whispered back soothingly as her fragile frame cradled into his arms.

"Jasper please talk to me" Alice hurriedly put on the shirt over her naked chest and followed Jasper to their bedroom.

Ever since she has confessed her love for him, Jasper hadn't spoken a word. And it was honestly scaring her. She was so stupid; she hadn't meant those words to come out like that. She planned to make his favorite dinner, wear the peach cocktail dress that Jasper had once complemented, and then look into his eyes and confess. The overwhelming need to show him her love was clawing inside her and before she knew she was screaming it out loud in throws of passion. Sure that turned out wrong, but it was still a confession. She had imagined a thousand different emotions flicker on his face like happy or excited... sad or probably angry?

But she wasn't prepared for the blank look...

"Now or never" Jasper muttered to himself before he finally turned to look at her.

There she was sitting on the edge of his bed with her shoulder slouched. She looked so small, so delicate.

"I don't love you" His voice wavered as he spoke. He had the same blank stare in his face but for the love of God he couldn't understand why he was shaking inwardly. He thought she would break, cry or whine. But instead she let out a hysterical laugh. She walked towards him and stood on her tiptoes to cup his jaw.

"Jasper...you are freaked out baby" she answered. "I know...I am sorry it came out that way, I didn't mean to scare you. It's okay...everything is fine"

He jerked her hands away "Nothing is fine. Can't you hear me?"

"I don't love you Alice" He spoke each word clearly.

"Oh baby you do...you are just not sure. I will wait for you Jasper...I know you love me" she answered him. But then she was no longer talking to him, she was talking to herself. She was trying to make herself understand, because nothing was making sense to her anymore.

"You were just an easy fuck for me Alice."

She gasped.

"I wanted to use you and you let me get you used"

A slap fell on his right cheek, but he did not flinch.

He continued to speak. "I wanted to take revenge from that Swan bitch for taking over the operation and so I chose you. You were the easiest catch. Once I knew you were onto me, I knew this was going to be the best damn game ever"

"You sick...bastard" she cried out.

"Playing with my emotions was a game for you" she pushed him roughly. Tears ran down her cheeks and she shook him again and again.

"I was a game to you?"

"Oh God what have I done?" she was hitting herself. "Oh my god...oh Bella... am so sorry...what have I done..."

" I loved you Jasper...so much...you meant the world to me...for you I broke up with my friend...for you I told her things that a friend should never ever say...and you?" she stabbed a finger on his chest " You lied to me...you hurt me"

"She said you would hurt me...and I didn't believe a word...I shut her up" She continued to rant. "Everything was meaningless for you! All the loving words you said were lies?"

"How could you Jasper?" She cried.

"Because I am Jasper Whitlock and I do as I wish. Perhaps, you should have thought before jumping into my car and believing every word that came out of my fucking mouth. Who the hell are you to blame me? You are no one to me and I don't give a flying fuck about what you say. So babes get the hell out of my house."

He picked up one of the flower vase that she had bought and threw it across the room in anger. The vase broke into pieces so did her heart.

"I hate you" Alice screamed as she got dressed and got her suitcases out, furiously throwing the clothes inside. Once her belongings were packed, she pushed past Jasper and made her way towards the door. She wiped her tears in the sleeve of her shirt and turned towards him.

"One day Jasper...one day you will love someone like I did and she will never love you back. You will know then what it feels like to be heartbroken."

With those words, she left the house.

You stupid fool, the angry voice accused.

What did you think he was going to sit through your tragic story and smile? Obviously not! You were dumb enough to tell him about Renee and now he knows from where you come and he is disgusted by you.

Couldn't you just keep your pretty mouth shut?

"Fuck YOU!" Bella shouted at herself in the mirror. Few angry tears ran down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

After Edward ran away from the restaurant, she was totally dumbfounded. What had just happened? She thought. One minute he was flirty and smiling and then the next moment he was running away as if his ass was on fire. She sat there for few seconds and considered what had happened in that short span of time.

Realization hit her when she considered their conversation about Renee and Sue.

The words from yesterday morning rang out in her ear again.

He knows you are not worth fighting for.

She sighed defeated. She has never been this insecure in her life. She never let others thought or opinions affect her, but with Edward, she was constantly at edge. She wanted him to really look at her and know the person inside her. She wanted to be beautiful in his eyes. Since the time she has seen him first, her feelings have all but grown for him. She had never mentioned her infatuation with Edward to anyone. He was her secret, her obsession and everything. She dreamt of him, dreamt of them together but it was only a dream.

Bella has always been good at hiding her feelings but she didn't want to hide anymore. She wanted to show him that how deeply she felt for him. She just didn't give him the chance to prove himself; she was giving herself a chance too.

They had met under horrible circumstances which has led her to question Edward's character a lot of times. But she was staring to realize maybe Edward was exactly how she had dreamt and probably even and touching and kissing him...everything felt so easy with him- almost as if she has been doing it her entire life.

She looked at cell phone sitting on the table. She couldn't even call Edward and ask what had gone wrong since he had left his cell phone in a hurry.

She hoped she wasn't the thing gone wrong.

The pager went off suddenly and Bella was reminded of her duties. She walked inside the emergency ward and suddenly collided with someone.

"Oh ...I am so sorry, I didn't see you" Bella mumbled to nurse Angela.

"Oh good I found you" Angela exasperated "Someone's asking for you" she replied as she led Bella towards the waiting room.

"Oh my God! What happened to you?" Bella cried out when she saw Paul. He had a black eye, his cheeks were bruised and his nose was covered with a band aid.

"Hey Belle" Paul smiled but it turned into a grimace when his jaw muscles flexed.

"Who did this to you? I told you not to get into fight with the rez boys...they are a bunch of dogs." Bella exclaimed. She started to check his wounds and scowled at him when he rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't someone from the reservation"

"I can't think of anyone else unless you planned to get into a fight with your girl's ex boyfriend"

Paul chuckled briefly. "I don't know if he is ex but he definitely is a feisty one"

Bella halted her movement "What?"

"I think...he is your boyfriend dear Belle" Paul stated.

"I don't believe you" Bella gasped.

"He's got this crazy red hair and green eyes"

"Edward" Bella gasped. "Edward...did this to you?"

Paul nodded. "But why? I told him you are not harmful" she mumbled to herself.

"Will someone tell me what's going on? You told him I am not harmful, he thinks I am trying to molest you like I did to Chelsea...I mean what the..."

"Who is Chelsea?" Bella asked with curiosity.

"Uh oh seems like lover boys got some explanation to do." Paul smirked. Bella frowned at him.

"Whatever it is sis...but I totally approve, you have my blessings. I can already see your red haired kids running around in the park" he laughed out.

"It's bronze not red" Bella corrected. Her eyes widened and mouth hung open when she realized what Paul had just said. He grinned at her expression and then said "I like that guy. He is good."

"He broke your nose...how can you like him?"

"It shows he will do anything for ya...ya know... take a bullet or something...I like that shit!"

There was panic in her blue eyes. A part of her wanted to reach towards him and the other was afraid to even go near.

His eyes were dark, holding her gaze and his mouth was set on an angry scowl. In that moment he didn't look like the Edward she knew, he looked like a predator. She didn't know this man; he wasn't the man she loved. Her hands shook and her body quivered with fear. He clutched on her arms tightly, and shook her as if to make her conscious.

"Why did you lie to me about Paul?"

"Tell me..."

"What else did you hide from me?"

Chelsea was crying and shaking. She couldn't understand. All she could think of was Edward was upset and she had made him upset. Edward was angry, and he was scaring her. She didn't like this Edward. She wanted her Edward back.

"Give me the fucking answers" He yelled at her and she let out a scream.

The door flew open and Sara rushed inside with Kate. The women were shocked to see Chelsea in a state of panic.

"Mr. Edward what are you doing? You are scaring her. Let her go Mr Edward." Sara pleaded.

"Leave our patient alone or I would have to call the watchmen to get you out" Kate warned.

Edward looked at both the women and then to Chelsea. He immediately removed his hold and his hand flew to his face. He rubbed his palm up and down his cheeks furiously and let out a groan.

"Fuck!"

He stood up abruptly and moved towards the door.

"I am not coming back again" He uttered.

He didn't stop to look at Chelsea's face. Because he knew what he would see in it.

Hurt. Pain. Loss.

She freed her long hair from the pony tail and then tugged at the roots moaning at the sensation. She unbuttoned her blouse and crossed her arms to remove the piece of article from her body. She unbuttoned her jeans, followed with her lingerie and underwear, trailing them behind as she flopped down on the bed with a deep sigh. Immediately her head hit the soft pillow and her eyes closed in their own volition. She pretended to be off into a dream where everything was fine.

She saw herself laughing and bantering with Rosalie and Alice. She saw Paul joking about red head kids and Sue smiling at her motherly. She saw herself wrapped around in Edward's arms, kissing him and loving him and being loved in return. For a second she wanted to believe that this was not a dream and it was real. Everything was perfect—a far cry from the emotional turmoil she had to face every day in her life. She couldn't do this anymore. She was exhausted. Every bone in her body was sleeping with fatigue. It was just not affecting her emotionally but physically too. She desperately wanted a change.

Something...anything.

The doorbell rang at that very instant.

She jerked upright, grabbed the robe hanging from the chair and sprinted towards the door. She pushed her hands through the sleeves and tied the belt while looking through the peephole. She never expected what she saw.

She sprang the door open.

Edward looked pale and weary; his hair looked more tousled than usual with a few strands falling over his forehead. And his eyes...his eyes had a million different emotion flowing in them but most of all she could see pain and agony. He looked wrecked, vulnerable and it was breaking her.

"Edw-" Before she could say his name, he crushed into her, holding onto her with his dear life. She could feel his body shaking, and for a second she wondered if he was crying. But then he looked up and instead of tears she saw her own eyes looking at her back. She saw the helplessness, the desperation for a change, everything was written in his face like a mirror. Whatever Edward was suffering may or may not be close to what she was going through. But the intensity did not matter anymore. What mattered was that she knew she was not alone anymore.

And they were going to fight this together.

I am extremely sorry for the late post. I would have mentioned in my previous update that I was going for a holiday if I knew it myself. It was totally a spur of the moment decision and so I just left with a note in my profile.

I would like to thank all the readers who are still hanging on to this story and who thinks I am a good writer. Your lovely and encouraging reviews brighten my day and night. So thanks a lot.

Would love to know what you have to say about this chapter. I realize that everyone was waiting for the break up scene between J/A. So are you satisfied with how things went down?