Who's Your Daddy?

Bella

I'm going to forget the kiss with Edward ever happened.

Even though I was up all night replaying it in my head.

As I was driving to school the day after the kiss that never happened, I wondered if I should ignore EJ. Although we had class together I know that might not be possible.

I wish my life wasn't so complicated. I have a boyfriend that doesn't act so much like my boyfriend anymore and more like my warden. And I'm sick of it.

But would EJ as my boyfriend work?

His ex-girlfriend wants to kill me, which is a huge negative. He even smokes, which is totally not cool. I could make a huge list of the negatives.

But, I can't ignore the positives. He's smart. He's funny. He's got a smile that can set my world on fire. He has eyes so expressive they can give a hint to more than what he portrays to the world.

He's dedicated to his friends, and his mom. His mom even accepted me after finding me on her only son's lap.

He touched me like I was made of glass. And, he kissed me as if he'd savor it for the rest of his life.

The first time I saw him was during lunch. I'm waiting in the cafeteria food line, EJ is two people in front of me. Angela Weber, is in between us. And she's not moving down the line fast enough.

His jeans are faded and torn at the knee. His hair is falling into his eyes and I have to stifle the urge to push it back.

EJ catches me watching him and I quickly focus on the special of the day.

"Pizza or Cheeseburger?" The lunch lady asks me.

"Cheeseburger," I answer back, pretending to be totally interested in the way she reaches down and grabs one of the tinfoil wrapped burgers.

"You can skip me, if you like." I heard a small voice whisper.

I turned and saw Angela looking at me from under her wire framed glasses. She smiled shyly and motions with her eyes to EJ. "Go," she whispered a little louder, a wide smile on her face.

I quickly look past her and then back. "Thanks," I hurry past Angela with a mental promise to talk to her more and stand behind EJ at the cashier.

As if he can feel I'm there, he turns around. His eyes pierce mine and for moment it feels as if the rest of the world disappeared, leaving just the two of us. The urge to jump into his arms and feel his warmth surround me is so powerful, I wonder if it is medically possible to be addicted to another human being.

I clear my throat, suddenly very self-conscience under his intense gaze. "Your turn," I said softly, motioning to the cashier.

He moves forward with his pizza. "I'll pay for hers, too."

The cashier waves her finger at me, "You got a cheeseburger, right?"

"Yeah," I say fumbling with my tray. "But, EJ you don't have to."

"Don't worry." He sneers, making me retreat into my own skin. "I can afford a cheeseburger."

He was being defensive. I wondered what pissed him off so much that he would pay for my lunch but act like it was the worst thing in the world at the same time.

Mike barges into the line and stands next to me. I haven't spoken to him since last week. I keep avoiding his phone calls and attempts at reconciling our relationship.

"Move along. Get your own girlfriend to stare at," he snaps at EJ, then shoos him away.

I pray EJ doesn't snap back and tell him that we kissed. I dislike Mike at the moment but I don't want to hurt him. Everyone in the lunch line are watching us. I could feel their stares on the back of my neck.

EJ pockets his change and walks out into the cafeteria without so much as a glance in my direction.

I could feel the stinging in my eyes as he walks towards his friends.

"I'll pay for hers and mine," Mike smiles sweetly at the cashier, handing her a twenty.

"Didn't the other boy pay for you already?" she asks confused.

When I don't correct her, Mike gives me a disgusted look and stomps out the cafeteria completely forgetting his change.

I want to tell him to wait so we can talk but I don't have the energy to.

I have to wait until chemistry, to see either one again. Mike walks in right as the bell rings so we don't have to talk.

Today is another experiment/observation day in class. EJ swirls test tubes full of silver nitrate and potassium chloride liquids. "They both look like water to me," he shouts to Mrs. Cullen.

She looks over her notes and smirks at us, "Looks can be deceiving."

My gaze lands on EJ's hands. The hands that are now so busy measuring the right amount of silver nitrate and potassium chloride are the same ones that trace my lips so intimately

"Earth to Bella."

I blink my eyes twice, trying to snap myself out of my daydream. EJ is waving a test tube full of clear liquid out to me.

"Uh, sorry." I should be helping him. I pick up on of the other test tubes and pour it into the tube he's holding.

"We're supposed to write down what happens," he mutters, using a stirring rod to mix the chemicals together.

A white solid magically appears inside the clear liquid.

"Hey, Mrs. C.! I think we just found the answer to our problems with the ozone layer depletion," EJ teases and Mrs. Cullen just shakes her head.

"So what do we observe in the tube?" he asks me, reading off the sheet Mrs. Cullen handed out. "I'd say the watery liquid is probably potassium nitrate now and the solid is silver chloride. What do you think?"

As he hands me the tube, our fingers brush against each other. And linger. It leaves a shocking sensation I can't ignore.

Slowly I glance up and our eyes meet. For a minute I think he's trying to send me a private message but his expression turns dark and he looks back towards his sheet.

Now I'm frustrated, "What do you want me to do?"

He doesn't look up at me from his worksheet, "You're going to have to finger that one out yourself."

"EJ..."

I know he won't tell me what to do. I guess I'm a bitch for even asking him for advice when he can't be unbiased.

When I'm close to EJ I feel excited, the way I used to feel on Christmas morning.

As much as I've tried to ignore it, I look over at Mike and I know our relationship isn't what it used to be. It's over. And the sooner I break it off with him, the sooner I can stop wondering why I was still with him in the first place.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mike meets me after school by the back door. He's dressed for basketball practice. I now realize our school colors are horrible. I mean purple, teal, and gray – seriously.

This isn't going to be easy. I now know why people break up over the phone and text. Doing it face to face is so hard because you have to stand in front of the person and witness their reaction. Face their wrath.

My heart is in my stomach right now.

I've spent so much time avoiding arguments and smoothing relationships with people around me, this confrontation is turning out to be way more painful than I imagined.

"Izzy, where were you last night?" I don't answer, I never knew I actually really hated that nickname. EJ calls me Bella, exactly what Charlie and Aaron used to call me. "You can save your breath, cause I already have a clue."

"You and I both know this isn't working," I step back and take a seat on the steps.

Mike stands in front of me. "What are you saying?"

"We need a break."

"A break or a break up?"

I look up and pull his hand enough that he understands I want him to sit down. "Break up."

"This is because Masen, isn't it?" His tone of voice defeated.

"Since you came back from summer vacation, our entire relationship is about fooling around. We never talk anymore, and I'm sick of feeling guilty for not ripping my clothes off and spreading my legs to prove I love you."

"You don't want to prove anything to me."

I look around and make sure we're alone. "Why should I? Just the fact that I need to prove I love is a huge clue this isn't working. It's like a blinking neon sign."

"Don't do this," he tosses his head back and moans. "Please don't do this."

We filled the basketball star and cheer captain stereotypical box everyone put us in. for years we fit the mold. Now we're going to be analyzed over the break up. Just the thought of what people will say makes my skin crawl.

But I can't pretend anymore. It's not working. This really isn't me. This decision will probably haunt me. But if my parents can send my brother away because it's better for them, and Tanya can fool around with every guy she comes in contact with because it makes her feel better, why can't I do what's right for me?

I reach out and grab Mike's hand, trying not to focus on his watery eyes. "Say something."

"What do you want me to say, Iz? That I'm totally thrilled you're dumping me, because I'm not. If this is about what happened that one night I got drunk, I already apologized. I told you it'll never happen again. I didn't mean for it to happen in the first place."

"It's not about that anymore." I'm over that. It was one mistake. I know intentionally Mike would never hurt me. He was just upset and drunk, a bad combo if mixed together.

He wipes his eyes with his palms. It makes me want to cry too. I could feel my eyes start to tear up. It's the end of something we thought was real but ended up being just another one of the roles we were thrust into. That's what makes it so sad. Not the break up itself, but what our relationship stood for, my weakness.

Now I'm done paying the perfect girl and living by everyone else's rules, including my own.

It's time I listen to EJ, and start getting real. And my grand start is by telling Ms. Sambone I need a break from cheerleading as soon as Mike and I part ways. It feels like a huge weight is lifted off my shoulders.

I got home after all is said and done, spend time with Aaron and do my homework. After dinner I call Alice.

"I should be surprised you're calling me. But I'm not," her voice is soft.

"How was practice?"

"Not great. Tanya is a horrible captain, and Ms. Sambone knows it. You shouldn't have quit."

"I'm not. I'm just taking a break for a little while. But I didn't call you to talk about cheerleading. I broke up with Mike."

I could hear Lyric in the background, "And you're telling me because..."

"I wanted to talk to someone about it, and I know I have friends who I can call, but I kinda wanted to go to someone who wouldn't gossip about it. My friends have big mouths."

Rosalie is my best friend, but I lied to her about EJ. And her boyfriend Emmett is friends with Mike.

"How do you know I won't blab?"

"I don't. I'm just going on blind faith that you're good at keeping secrets."

"I am," she sighs. "So shoot."

"I don't know how to say this."

"I'm a mom. I haven't got all day, you know."

"I kissed EJ," I blurt out, without thinking.

"EJ?!" she shrieks. "Was this before or after the break up?"

I wince, "I didn't plan it."

Alice laughs so hard and loud, I have to take the phone away from my ear. "You sure he didn't plan it?"

"It just happened. We were at his house and then we were interrupted when his mom came home and saw us - "

"Rewind and freeze. Please start at the beginning."

So I did. I told her how he changed our tests and then wouldn't let me go to Mrs. Cullen and have her give him his rightful grade. I told her how I followed him out the school and the sudden impulse to just take off with him and ditch class. How I felt out of place in his world just as much as he felt out of place in mine. Meeting James.

"Wait, you met James?!" she shouted.

"Yeah, he's scary." I shuddered.

"Crap, what did EJ do?"

"He went all 'I am man, hear me roar' until James proved that he was vastly outnumbered so EJ just pulled me away. What's the deal with them anyway?"

"That's not something I can talk about. Just know that EJ and James don't get along because they share something not many people know about."

We dropped that sore subject and I continued my story.

"What?! His ma' found you on his lap?! In her house?! Roxy is going to shit a brick when she finds out."

I clear my throat. That's exactly what I don't want happening.

"I won't tell her," Ally assures me. "But EJ's mom is one tough woman. When EJ dated Roxy, he made sure to keep her far away from his mom. She loves her son, but she's overprotective like all mothers. Did she kick you out?"

"No. She basically whipped out the baby pictures and invited me to dinner."

More laughing from the other end of the line.

"It wasn't funny, she made him sing and everything."

"I'm sorry." More laughing. "I would have loved to see all that."

"Thanks for your compassion," I laughed dryly. "I'm hanging up now."

"No! I'm sorry for laughing. It's just that the more we talk, the more I see you as a totally different person than I thought you were. I see why EJ likes you. And why mama Masen is probably planning your wedding."

"Thanks, I think. Remember when I told you I wouldn't let anything happen between me and EJ?"

"Yeah. Just so I get my shit straight, that was before you kissed him. Right?" She chuckles, "I'm just kidding, Bella. If you like him, girl, go for it. But be careful, because even if I think he likes you more than he'll admit, you should keep your guard up. Please, trust me. Just be careful."

"I won't stop it if something happens but don't worry. I always have my guard up."

"So," she giggles, turning back into a teenage girl. "How was the kiss?"

"Nice." I think about the kiss and how sensual and intimate it was. "Actually, Ally, it was more than nice. It was fucking incredible."

Alice starts laughing, and I laugh right along with her this time.

Edward

Bella flew out of school today, following dick face. Before I left I saw them together in an intimate conversation by the back door. She was holding his hand.

She picked him over me, which really shouldn't surprise me. When she asked me in chemistry what she should do, I should have told her to dump the idiot. Then I'd be happy instead of pissed off.

I'm the fucking idiot.

He doesn't deserve her. Okay, so I don't either.

But damn it, I thought maybe she'll pick me. I had just a tiny thread of hope that maybe she felt what I felt in that kiss.

After school, I retreat to the warehouse, local hangout of the Williamsburg Bloods. Everyone is having a good time. This is the one place all of us can just be ourselves.

But the peace doesn't last long. All conversations stop when the Crips spray the warehouse with gunfire, a sign they're out for blood and won't stop until they get some.

I don't know if I should be thankful or worried that the warehouse is in a secluded back lot of Williamsburg's old industrial neighborhood. A really long time ago, all these abandoned warehouses were sugar refineries and sweatshops.

No one knows we're here, not even the cops. Especially not the cops.

I'm used to the Pop! Pop! Pop! Of gunfire. On the street, in the park – I expect it. Some streets are safer than others, but here, in the warehouse, rivals know it's our turf. And they expect a retaliation.

It's an unwritten law. You disrespect our turf, we disrespect yours. Nobody was hurt thankfully, and I'm glad as a motherfucker Ally worked tonight, so it won;t be a retaliation against a killing.

But there will be a retaliation. They expect us to come. And we won't disappoint them.

Brooklyn isn't a horrible place to live. It's relatively safe. All this violence goes on in the background. Not so much in your face that others would be alarmed. We might have hate for each other in gang wars. But we have respect for others who aren't involved. No one wants to take a life that was purely an innocent third party bystander.

In my life the circle of life is dependent on the circle of violence. And sometimes I just wish I can get out.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

An hour later, I standing outside the abandoned house in Bushwick that the Crips use as their hideout.

I have a nine millimeter glock strapped to the waist band of my jeans. I'm surrounded by my friends, guys I call my brothers.

My hands are clammy and I can feel sweat beads running down the back of my shirt. Jazz is two people down from me. Luis was working tonight so he couldn't make it, along with Ally.

Roxy was across from me, she was fixing her patent leather boot. I knew for a fact that she kept a butterfly blade tucked in her left leg just in case.

Her hair is in a high ponytail and she has black mascara eyes. She's dressed in tight jeans and a tight green top. She reminds me of Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider.

I'm in the center of the group, along with this guy named Mario, the leader of the Blood set that goes to Grand Street Campus.

Suddenly the clinking of glass bottles, shuts us all up and we all stand tall, alert.

Why do I feel like I'm stuck in a bad recreation of The Warriors?

Is someone going to pop out and start singing 'Warriors come out and play'?

The scrape of metal against the side of the wall brought goose bumps to my arm. I'm stuck in a bad horror movie.

The dark chuckling told me what I already knew, he was here. The one person I hated more than anyone else.

"Well. Well. Well, if it isn't EJ and his little crew." James suddenly appeared from the shadows. "What's up, big brother?"

Big brother.

My father made many mistakes in his life. The one I wish he never made, James Masen. My half brother.

Rewind back eighteen plus years. Around the time when my mom found out she was prego with me, my dad was wondering why she was acting so weird. She was distant and I guess afraid of what my dad would do if he found out she was pregnant. She was only fifteen at the time, I remember Alice when she first admitted she was pregnant, the fear in her eyes. I guess that's what my mom felt.

Anyway, she was neglecting him so like all guys we thrive on attention. My dad was fifteen, he didn't know any better, he fooled around with another girl. He never told my mother once he found out she was pregnant. He was just happy my mom still loved him.

My dad was a lot of things, but he loved my mom. He didn't speak to Carmen after that. That is until she showed up three months later when my mom was six months pregnant saying she was pregnant with his child too.

I kind of expected my dad to land on an episode of Maury.

Dad married my mom when they turned eighteen. His mom wanted nothing to do with my dad after he chose my mom over her. James hated me for it. It was my fault. Like I said our rivalry goes beyond gang colors, its more about who received our father's love.

James and I, we look nothing alike. I look like a mix of my dad and mom. James is purely his mother, with my father's light hair.

"Where's that pretty Bella, bro?" James sneers. "Now she's a sexy little thing."

"This has nothing to do with her," I shout back. "Leave her out of it."

"What this has to do with," Mario yelled. "Is you and your set disrespecting our turf."

James rolls his eyes, "Are we going to have a rumble?"

"You're going to eat your words by the time we're done," Mario snapped back.

Before I could blink my eyes, I was shoved against a wall with five guys surrounding me. Five sucker punches in and I realized I have blood in my right eye.

There's something in a guys mind when he sees his own blood that instantly drives him crazy. And that's exactly what happened.

I punched and kicked until I could feel a searing pain on my middle finger from my nail until my knuckle.

The guys backed off and I was suddenly face to face with my little brother.

"Does she give it to you that good, Eddie?" He laughed.

My hand flew out to his throat, the mind-numbing pain completely ignored. I gripped his shirt and jerked him towards me.

"She must be amazing. A little slut just like your mom."

I saw red. Before I could even think about what I was going to do, my fist recoiled back and I punched him square in the nose, enjoying the crunching sound I heard on impact.

He attempted to swing at me, but I easily moved out the way and punched him in the stomach. He buckled over.

"Jay. Jay. Jay," I tsked. "What happened? Daddy never taught you how to throw a punch?"

I kicked him hard in the stomach, before kneeling down and hitting him in the face a few more times. I was so fucking pissed off, I didn't even feel it when my bare fist made contact with his left eye, then his right, then his mouth, and then the solid concrete of the sidewalk. The searing pain on my left hand came back full force.

"Never," I punched again. "Call Bella or my mom a slut!"

He was still hunched over. Gushing blood from his broken nose. He wouldn't be up for a while.

As I turned to go help Jazz, James ran up behind me with full force and got me in a choke hold. I struggled against his grip, while he landed a few punches to my jaw.

The more I struggled, the more his grip tightened. I relaxed, letting him believe I was slowly losing consciousness.

A few more punches to my temple and I really will lose consciousness.

I could feel his grip slipping as I became dead weight in his arms. In a split second I stood up and elbowed him in the gut. Effectively maneuvering myself from his hold and kneeing him in the stomach. Adding a swift punch to his back to knock him down.

"Edward," James spit blood. "Do you know what a mistake is? It's your good-for-nothing father and your whore of a mother getting together and procreating."

James was on his knees in front of me. In the blink of an eye I had the glock pointed at his forehead. I pulled back the slide and put my finger on the trigger.

"Do it, EJ," James taunted. "Come'on, big brother. You and I both know you can't pull the trigger. You don't have the balls."

He's probably right. No matter how much I hate him, I don't think I could actually kill him. I don't think I could become that which I actually hate more than James. A murderer. I don't think my mom could take it.

"James," I gritted out. "Let's get one thing straight. You are the mistake. Your mom was the side chick. He chose me and my mom." I could hear the sirens in the distance.

"Shit! It's the cops!" Someone yelled, I think it was Mario. "Head out!" He ordered, "Now!"

I didn't listen, I stood there holding the gun to his head. "I bet that sucks, doesn't it? Living your life day to day knowing our dad never wanted you. Knowing that he chose me over you."

"Lets go, EJ!" Jazz yelled our the commotion, pulling me back. "We have to go! Now!"

Mario and Jazz wrestled the gun from my grasp. Mario, successfully took it and took off running.

James stood up slowly, "This shit isn't over, Masen." He took of running.

I was going to follow him but Jazz held me back. Finally after a few seconds to cool down, we realized the cops were closing in on us and we took of running too.

Before I had time to register what was going on, a cop car screeched to a stop in front of us causing us to almost collide into it.

One cop takes his gun out of his holster and points it at my chest. The other tells Jazz and I to keep our hands ups, then orders us to kneel on the ground while he calls for backup.

Fuck! We're busted, big time.

"Any weapons?"

"No, sir." We both answer in unison.

The black haired cop knees my back and handcuffs me. "Get up," he orders me, hauling me to my feet and leans me over the hood of the car. Jazz not to far behind.

I can feel the cop reach for my wallet, most likely for my ID. "Edward Masen, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The holding cell smells like piss and smoke. Or maybe the guys who are unlucky enough to be locked in this cage with me are the ones who smell of piss and smoke. Either way, I can't wait to get the hell out of here.

Who the fuck am I going to call to bail me and Jazz out? Alice can't do it. Luis ain't got the money. And, my mom is gonna kill me when she finds out I got arrested. I lean back against the iron bars and think.

The police can this a holding cell, but that's just a nice word for "cage." Thank fucking God it's the first time I've been here. And, damn it, it's going to be my last.

I'm not my father. I ain't going to spend my life behind bars. I don't want this life. Deep down I want my mother to be proud of me for being something other than a gang member. I want a future to be proud of. And I desperately want Bella to think I'm one of the good guys.

"I've seen you around Manhattan Prep. I go there," says a short white guy, about my age. The dork is wearing a coral-colored golf shirt and white pants, as if he came from a golf tournament with a bunch of old people.

White dude tries to look cool, but with that coral shirt the fact that he wants to look cool is the least of his worries. The guy might as well have "another spoiled rich kid" tattooed on his forehead.

"What'cha in for?" He asks as if it's an ordinary question between to ordinary people on an ordinary day.

"Fighting."

"Did you win?"

I shoot him a glare. "Does it really fucking matter?"

"I'm just trying to make conversation."

Are all rich people like this – talking to hear what their voice sounds like? "What you in for?" I ask.

Rich guy sighs, "My dad called the cops and told them I stole his car."

I roll my eyes and sigh, "Your dad put you in here? On purpose?"

"He thinks it'll teach me a lesson."

"Yeah," I laugh halfheartedly. "The lesson is that your old man's an asshole."

"My mom'll bail me out."

"You sure?"

"She's a lawyer, and my dad has done this a few times before. I think to piss of my mom and get her attention They're divorced."

I shake my head. Rich people.

I can see Jazz come around the corner. His hands cuffed in front of him.

"Who did you get to bail us out?" I call to him as he stops in front of my cell.

"No one got cash. And I had to spend half of the three minutes convincing Ally we were fine."

"Fuck!" I groan and slam my fist against the bars.

The guard calls for Jazz. "Be right there, sweetheart," he grins. "Who the fuck we going to call?"

I shrug and close my eyes for a minute as he retreats back to his cell.

Flashback

"EJ, what have I told you about landing yourself in my office?" Mr. Cullen sighed.

"I didn't start the damn food fight," I groaned for the tenth time. "I only joined in after it got started."

"EJ, please. You're not a bad kid. You just need a new direction. I'm always here if you need me."

End of Flashback

"Masen! Time to make your call." The guard yelled.

Sometimes in life there are no desirable choices.

Three hours later, after a judge lectures Jazz and I until our ears almost bleed then sets our bail, Mr. Cullen picks us up from the courthouse.

He not in his regular suit. He's wearing jeans and a pale blue button up. He leads us out the courthouse and into his Mercedes. He hasn't said a word.

"I live on..." I start.

"I know where you live, EJ," he interrupts. "But, we're going to the hospital right now. Your forehead needs stitches."

Until he mentions it, I completely forgot about my injuries. Jazz didn't look so banged up, a couple scratches on his face and knuckles. Nothing to bad.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I whispered to Jazz.

"Well, for one," he laughed. "You have a knot on your head the size of a baseball and a gash that looks like it's about an inch deep. Plus you lost some skin on your middle finger. Honestly E, how can you not be in pain?"

He was right. I felt around my forehead and I could feel the damp dry blood and a ball knot on the side of my head that made my temple throb. I couldn't from a fist with my left head. I was missing skin from my nail to my knuckle, shit looked like it hurt like a bitch.

But I couldn't feel it. I was numb.

I kept replaying the image of that gun in my hand. The itching feeling of pulling that trigger and ending it once and for all. But I still couldn't do it, I wasn't this person I made myself out to be. I didn't want to be this person.

Seven stitches, an ice bag, and a broken finger later I was in front of my building.

"Do I want to know what happened tonight?" Mr. Cullen asked me as soon as Jazz disappeared into the apartment building.

"No," I sighed then groaned, I was starting to feel the pain of everything. "It was a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?!" He shouted. Shit I was even a little taken back. "You could have been hurt far more worse than this, EJ. You could be sitting in jail right now!"

"This is my life, Mr. Cullen!" I shouted back. "I don't think you understand what I have to live through."

"No," he sighed. "I don't understand. I never had to live the way you do. I grew up in a comfortable lifestyle. But this isn't what you want, I can see it in your eyes."

"How do you know what I want? You don't know me."

"No, I don't. But let me ask you this, what if Ms. Brandon was there with you tonight? What if she got hurt?"

I don't know what I would have done if Ally got hurt. She was my sister, I couldn't live with myself if that happened."She won't ever get hurt," I scowled.

"Do you want Lyric raised in this world?"

I was stunned, "How do you know about L-Lyric?"

"You're old school notified us that Ms. Brandon had a child in her sophomore year. EJ, think about what you're doing. Think about your mother, you'll leave her alone if you go to jail or get killed."

I couldn't talk anymore. To many scenarios played in my mind. "I-I have to go. Thank you, Mr. Cullen for bailing us out tonight."

"You're welcome, Edward."

It was quiet in the apartment when I walked in. I walked straight into my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. I covered my eyes with my forearm, hoping I could get some sleep with this throbbing pain.

Yesterday flashes before my eyes. The images of Bella, her lips on mine is the only picture I want to think about. As I drift off, her angelic face is the only image that keeps the nightmare of my past and possible future away.

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