AN: Here is some EPOV to show his side of the situation. There is also a little treat for you guys at the end of the chapter.
Anywhoozles, enjoy!

Chapter 12

EPOV

Going over to Sookie's place of birth was supposed to be amazing. It should be smooth sailing all the way. Me, sweeping her off her designer shoe clad feet given to her by one off the many up and coming designers, that were falling over eachother to get Sookie to wear one off their items. Everything would go better than expected. We would have the best time in Bon Temps and return to LA as the two happiest people on earth. Her family would love me, her friends would be happy for her and couples would be seeing green with envy from seeing the way we adored eachother. Everything would be great. Nothing could go wrong.
That was me fantasizing about the trip during flight and while driving over to her. At that time I had no idea her brother would walk in during a very heated make-out session on her Grandmother's couch, that Sookie never even mentioned her smalltown friends and that Bill called me one time, and that one fucking time would pull me back towards doing what I did best; distance myself from someone to much that it would end in hate.

Her brother ruining our moment of lust and passion wasn't that bad as in feeling humiliated. For me, nudity wasn't such a huge issue. And from all the stories I heard from Adele –Sookie's gran insisted I called her Adele- Jason wasn't in the position to claim that what we were doing was wrong. Jason would be best described as a 'manwhore', that's what Sookie would call it. She called me that once or twice when she was frustrated with me. Adele told me a couple of stories starring a very drunk Jason, and while I was laughing with her, I also realized it wasn't funny at all. Sookie's brother lacked responsibility and even though he was older than his little sister he didn't fit the part. Sookie was helping Adele around the house with cleaning and cooking. Jason was helping with creating reasons to clean and cook. Seriously, doesn't he have an own fridge to empty?

The amount of work I did in the garden and the things I had to fix made it clear there hasn't been a whole lot done in the past months or even years. Jason literally did nothing except for get drunk, eat and pass out. I think Sookie not only missed her Gran because she was close with her, but she was worried as well –that much was obvious. Sookie was sneaky the way she handled her Gran. Stackhouses were very stubborn people. Adele may be sassy and have the energy of a teenager, she could still fall or trip and break a hip or something. What would Jason do then? Call Sookie? Probably.

Adele seemed to like me, however, and her opinion mattered a whole lot more than Jason's.

When Bill called me I was fixing the shutters of the windows. Most were hanging crooked and the paint fell of in flakes. When I bought new ones, Adele was very put off at first, but then she realized that her reaction wasn't ladylike, and in the end she accepted them.

I didn't want to answer it. Not only because it was Bill, but because I wanted to not deal with LA and it's people. In the end I answered it anyway. Bill was still my friend. Sort-of. With faked enthusiasm I greeted him.

"Hey. What's up?"

"I know you followed Sookie. I know you want her. If you don't leave her alone I will tell her that you knew about Lorena all along and didn't tell her. Or should I tell her about how you threatened your own father, while you were drunk and high. You don't deserve her more than me, Eric. If she knew what you had done, would she still be all over you? Think about that."

And with that he hung up.
This was the one time in my whole life I actually saw Bill as a threat to me. And Sookie. If she would know, then she would be hurt again. Bill was right about one thing; she wouldn't be with me if she knew half the shit I had done. Sookie was pure, innocent and sweet. I was ruthless, stupid and fucked up. She wouldn't like me if she knew I had driven drunk countless times, done drugs with people I didn't even know, went to parties with a girl and then left with another. No, Sookie would not like that at all.

Throwing in my parents was a low-blow. The relationship with my parents had always been tense, my father in particular. He was an arrogant, self-absorbed drunk. It makes me hate myself that in the end I turned out just like him, though he really was a drunk, thankfully I never got there. It was close though. My father and mother were a couple that had their ups and downs. The downs overruled the ups by far, and it was sickening how my mother let my father abuse her emotionally and sometimes physically. I told her to leave, that I could provide for her and she wouldn't have to be afraid, but she always went back to my father. No matter how big the bruise. I wanted to let my father know how it felt to be hit. And when my mother called me one night in tears, telling me she locked herself in the bathroom I couldn't take it any longer. I went over there, pinned my father to the wall and shouted at him all the things I wanted to shout at him for a long time. I said that I would kill him if he touched my mother again. My mother stayed with me, untill one day she once again crawled back to my father. I rarely speak to them now.
That one phonecall was all it took to make me feel shit. Sookie knew something was up, but I didn't want her to know. I didn't want her to come close to me either, if she would find out the blow wouldn't be that hard, because she didn't know me that well.

My plan was working however. That much was clear from the heated discussion with her Gran that I overheard by accident.
"Nonsense. Every man wants a woman to keep him happy. You should try harder."

Yeah right. Look at my parents. They're doing just fine. Sookie ran out to the hallway, where I was standing. Her eyes were dark and storming, she was very pissed.

"Get out of my way Eric."

I wanted to hug her. But I couldn't. So I got out of her way.

The fact Sookie and I were barely talking was killing me. I wanted her, but also not wanted to want her. If I want her, I would act on it, and she would want me. But if she wants me and she knew the whole story that is my life, she wouldn't want me. And she would wish that she had never wanted to want me. I thought it over once or twice.

I thought it about it again as we watched Friends together. Adele had gone to bed earlier and now it was just me and Sookie.

Her smell was intoxicating and it took all the willpower I had not to throw myself at her and finish what we started on this couch. God, don't get hard.

Sookie decided she had enough, catching me by surprise by just turning the tv off. No way to escape things now.

"What's wrong?" The pity in her voice was something I hadn't expected. I expected her to be fucking angry with me. It sounded as if she wanted to help me.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm good." Denial? Yes.

"Don't lie to me. Please tell me what's wrong. I know there's something you're not telling me. Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?"

My eyes found hers automatically.

"You did nothing wrong. It's just... I'm tired. Sleep tight."

I'm such a pussy. Fuck. Now I needed to do something to acknowledge that we in fact knew eachother. A hug? A kiss? A pat on the head? My head was so filled with panicked thoughts I gave a curt nod and got the hell out of there. Sookie was not pleased. I bet she wanted to kick my ass on the street instead of helping me.

I opened my laptop and stared at the screen. Do something. Do anything. Check your e-mail. Or something.

Suddenly, Sookie stormed into my room. My panick was now turning into anger. I was running out of escape routes.

"You can't burst in like that."

Next thing I know, Sookie started crying again. Women that cry aren't my favorite thing in the world, Sookie crying is just heartbreaking. I acted on the need to hold her, but she shrugged it off and left my room.

"You can't keep pushing people away. They won't wait forever."

Fucking. Punch. In. The. Gut. I was such a dick. I tossed and turned for a while in my bed, but the rest never came to me. My mind was all over the place, my mind was Bugs Bunny. And that short sentence Sookie spoke was the 1000 kilo iron weight that crushed the Coyote time and time again. Now I'm using cartoons as metaphors. Maybe I'm crazy.

Before I would talk myself into more confusion I jumped out from my bed. The one person that made me feel calm and could comfort me was Sookie. My mind was blank, my body automaticaly went in the direction of her room. My memory could've been erased, and still would that magnetic energy Sookie possessed lure me to her. She was my lighthouse. A very hot and curvy lighthouse.

I knocked on her door, admitting to feeling alone. And also giving her the pleasure of being right. I was pushing people away. And it wasn't even accidentally. I did it all on purpose.

Sookie allowed me into her bed, and allowed me to drape myself over her. The bed was too small for a tall guy like me, but with strategic movements I made myself comfortable. Sookie's body fitted into mine perfectly. I nuzzled her hair and neck, taking in that amazing Sookie smell. Not in a stalker way, she actually smelled amazing. It was vanilla with something I couldn't pinpoint.

Sookie didn't hate me, but wasn't thrilled about my way to approach things. I could talk to her, and trust her, I was sure of that. But I'm too much of a dick to actually act on it. Before I fell asleep I decided to tell her everything tommorow. Well, the stuff about my parents. The Bill-part will be kept for later. I wanted us to be okay first.

Sookie trying to escape from the cage that were my arms, that was the wake-up I got. It would've been cute, if she wasn't grinding her ass against my rockhard erection. The urge of pinning her to the bed grew and grew. My caveman subdued after a while and I let Sookie go to the bathroom.

Once she returned I patted the mattress, and she sat down next to me, snuggling against me under the covers. We shared a nice silence, just cuddling and soaking up eachothers presence. It was a good way to wake up.

"Have I ever told you about my parents?"

The words were out there before I could think about them. Maybe snuggling is messing up my brainfilter. However, it was too late now. I felt Sookie tense up next to me, so I prepared myself for the worst. Her body relaxed again, and so did I.

"No," she whispered, "you haven't."

So I told her everything. I told her about the dysfunctional relationship my parents had. How my father ruined my mother's life, how my mother let her get treated that way. I also told her about the confrontation between me and my father.

"Did you really want to kill him?" Sookie asked me, after I told her the things I shouted at my father in my fury. I thought about it a while.

"I couldn't kill anyone. Ever. But I wanted him to know what it feels like to be scared to death. I was so mad I couldn't even think straight. Turns out I had broken some fingers while shoving my father against the wall. I hadn't even noticed, I was that out of my mind."

I showed Sookie my left hand, where my middle finger and ring finger were slightly crooked. She traced them with her own. Sookie lifted her head and placed her chin on my chest, looking me straight into my eyes.

"Were you drunk? That night with your father?"

I nodded, slowly.

"Yes. But I don't do that anymore. I've done bad stuff, but I don't want that. I want stability. I want you."

I emphasized my statement by brushing some of her blond hair from her face. Our hair was the same shade of blond. When our hair was sprawled out on the pillows, you couldn't see which hair belonged to who. It was something small and stupid, when you think about it, but it made me smile and feel fuzzy inside. Yeah, my balls were definitely gone.

"I want stability for you too," Sookie lips curled up into a small smile, "and I want you too."

She crawled up my body and pressed her lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me, with her straddling my lap. After a few innocent kisses, our need and lust took over. Sookie was grinding herself against me, and a moan escaped from her as I attacked her neck with my teeth and lips. My hands slipped under the large t-shirt, cupping her breasts. Finally.

Sookie's hands wandered down my chest, down to my navel and into my flannel pyjama bottoms. I groaned when her hand wrapped itself around my now painfully hard erection. I was so blue-balled that I almost came at the first touch. Sookie's hand moved up and down in a rythm that was way too good, it was already the best handjob I've ever received.

"Shit. Fuck. Sookie. I'm like a 13 year old right now." I managed to groan out.

Sookie just smirked at me, before letting the nails of her other hand scrape the inside of my thighs, to cup my balls. Then I lost it.

Sookie grabbed a washcloth and cleaned us both up. Immediately after she was done I pinned her to the bed, something I had wanted to do for a long time. I took of her shirt and attacked her breasts with my mouth. I gave them both enough attention to make Sookie squirm under me, begging me for more. Before I made my way down south I smirked at her, earning me another beg from Sookie.

I finally reached the white lace of her panties. I hooked my fingers in the sides to pull them down. I was so close.

But some people don't want me to finally pleasure Sookie. Some people like other people to feel sexually frustrated. Some people knock at the door to announce that breakfast is ready, while some people are about to go down on someone. Like I was about to go down on Sookie, untill her brother decided to ruin it. Again. He should move to the other side of the world. Gives us all some peace and quiet. And some sexual relief.

"Yeah Jase. Coming." Sookie answered, her voice a little panicked. Jason should know how Sookie's statement wasn't true.

"By the way, have you seen Eric? He's not in his room."

Sookie looked even more panicked, I just grinned broadly.

"I'm in here."

That earned me a soft slap. Sookie obviously didn't want to let people know we spent the night together. Again without really getting anywhere.

I finally gave into the fact that the moment had passed and went downstairs to get dressed. I passed Jason on my way, and grinned at him. He didn't have to know nothing happened. The scowl he gave me was enough indication that the big-brother talk was coming soon. It also showed he still didn't like me that much. Sookie did, and that was all that mattered.