This was supposed to be funny….ended up sad…lol I like it either way, hopefully you do to :)

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Penname: Jburdick

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M

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Prompt: Word Prompt: Tar

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I was just finishing with up with my essay for English class when my bedroom door slammed open. I jumped and almost fell out of my chair at the loud noise.

"What the fuc…." I trailed off as I took in the person at my door. Bella was standing there visibly shaking. Her eyes were wet and red-rimmed, her arms wrapped around her soft middle, and she was covered in something gooey and feathers. What in the hell happened here? She looked like she was tarred and feathered.

"Bella?" I said softly.

"I don't want to talk about it." She said, walking past me and into my bathroom. She slammed that door too and locked herself in. Not thirty seconds later I could hear her sobs, and I knew I would be kicking somebody's ass this week. Again.

Bella wasn't the thinnest of girls, and this fact make her extremely self conscious. It also made all of the assholes in school want to pick-pick-pick at her until she was a sobbing mess, unable to even leave the fucking house. I had befriended her immediately when I moved here sophomore year. And now as seniors we were best friends.

"Bell…please let me in. You don't have to tell me what happened…I promise." And I did. Because it didn't really fucking matter what happened, it was really more important to know the who-and I already did. Some people never learn.

I leaned against the door, tracing my fingers over the grooves in the wood. I could hear her quiet sobs and staggered breathing. It physically hurt my heart to hear her like this, and I knew it would be worse when she opened the door. I was like…Momma bear status with this girl. I wanted to do everything in my power to keep her from harm-physical or emotional.

Bella didn't know, well…maybe she did but I had already been suspended from school six times and served lord knows how many detentions in the past two years from kicking certain peoples asses for messing with her. I always lied to her about the reason for the fights, she didn't want anyone to protect her. I had a feeling deep down she knew the reason, she just never let on.

I heard the soft click of the lock and was in the bathroom immediately. She was curled into herself in the corner on the floor, tears all over her face and shirt. I kneeled next to her and wrapped my arms around her. "No." She pushed me away weakly. "You'll get all sticky." She sniffled.

"I don't care." I pulled her closer to me, sitting my ass down and dragging her to my lap. She immediately tensed and tried to get away from me. "No, Edward. I'm too heavy, I'll squish you."

I rolled my eyes and pulled her to me. "Shut up Bella, you will not." She eventually relented and molded into me. "Charlie at work?" I asked softly.

She nodded and sniffled some more. Bella didn't like to go home when it was just her mom there. Renee may have been her mother biologically, but beyond that she was useless. She thought her daughter was an embarrassment because she was a little chubby. Always degrading her and putting her down, even in front of other people. Which is probably why half of Forks High thinks it's a-ok to pick on her. News flash mother fuckers-NOT okay.

"Edward?" She whispered into my neck. I swallowed hard and hoped to god she didn't feel what being this close to her did to me. "Yea?"

"W-why…"

"Why what, sweetheart?"

"Why do they hate me so much?" She choked out with a sob and gripped my shirt tight in her little fists.

I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed down the ball of emotion stuck in my throat. I swear to god I was gonna serve life for making these assholes pay.

I stroked her hair, it was matted with what looked like corn syrup and had feathers stuck all in it.

"They don't matter, Bella. Don't you believe a single thing they say. You're wonderful and perfect. They are ignorant and stupid and pathetic." I growled.

She leaned back and looked into my face, her eyes bloodshot from crying. "How can I not believe it when my own mother feels that way about me too?" She hiccoughed and shook her head.

I just shook me head and slid her off my lap. Sometimes there was no use in arguing. She was very stubborn. She watched me closely, curling into herself again.

I crawled to the large tub and turned on the water, putting in her favorite freesia bubble bath. I turned it off when It was nearly full, standing and pulling her to her feet as well. "Get in, I'll be right back." I said, squeezing her hand.

After grabbing a few towels I knocked twice and walked back into the bathroom. She was in the tub, bubbles up to her chin. Her hair looked clean and there were feathers floating in the water. I dropped the towels on top of the counter and kneeled next to the tub.

"Your still all sticky." She touched my shirt with her sudsy finger and smiled sadly.

I shrugged. "Eh, it's okay." I smiled.

I scooted as close to her as possible outside of the tub and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, laying kisses all over her wet hair and forehead.

"It's going to be okay, Bell. I promise."

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Just a little fyi...this little ditty may or may not tie into a fic i plan on starting hopefully next month...details to come soon ;)