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Chapter Two
Isabella was not pleased when her father asked her to check on Edward. He had been in the house for two weeks now, and her sixteenth birthday had come and gone the day before. It didn't go unnoticed but was not celebrated either.
"Make sure he is comfortable. We want to be good hosts to our guest."
"Yes, Daddy," Isabella responded. She was not excited to go into Roses room. She hadn't been in there since her sister left. Rose turned eighteen and faced the decision to be baptized and leave Emmett, or stay with Emmett and be shunned. They had both cried and hugged when Rose left. Isabella recalled how beautiful she looked in modern clothes. She loved the way the jeans hugged her hips, the casual flip flops and the small black t-shirt that showed off a bit of Rose's stomach. Her long blonde hair flowing down her back in loose curls. Isabella intended to remember that until she could see Rose again.
Isabella took a few careful steps to knock on the door, knocking softly three times. Edward quickly got up and opened the door to a timid Isabella.
"My father sent me to see if you needed anything," Isabella said, punishing herself for thinking about how beautiful he looked.
"I do have one question," Edward stated with his devastating lopsided smile.
"I'd be happy to answer if I am able," Isabella told him with mock sincerity.
"Why don't you like me?" Edward asked bluntly. He didn't fail to notice her scowl throughout dinner each night or the way she pulled away from his hand in disgust when they first met. It seemed she went out of her way to avoid him.
"I am confused by you. Why an English man would chose to live this way," Isabella stated. She was always honest.
"You don't like this way of living?" Edward asked. "I'm sorry, I am being too nosy. I'm just trying to figure you out."
Isabella swallowed back under the pressure from her guest's questions. She never spoke out loud to anyone but Rose about her dislike of living Amish. "I do not," Isabella told him, unable to lie.
"Well, I don't like living in a world full of hate, violence, and war. And that is what it is like to live English. Everything is very complicated. I'd rather live without a car or a computer or air conditioning, than live with the pain and suffering that comes with all of those luxuries." Edward tried to explain.
"I don't wish to live in the modern world for materialistic things. I want to be educated past the eighth grade, I want to wear my hair down if I chose to; I feel trapped here, a prisoner," Isabella explained her side to him.
"You have no idea what it is to be a prisoner!" Edward spat at her. Isabella immediately got defensive and placed her hands on her hips.
"Don't tell me how I feel!" She spat back trying to keep her voice down. Her father would be livid if he found her being rude to their guest.
"You are very frustrating," Edward said shaking his head. He didn't understand how this girl got under his skin.
Isabella smoothed out her apron and composed herself. "You are also very frustrating," she told him through pursed lips. "If there are no more questions for me, I am off to bed," she informed him. She no longer wished to engage him or answer his questions.
He had no right to judge me. Isabella thought shutting her bedroom door. Who does he think he is telling me I don't know what it is like to be a prisoner! She screamed in her head.
She flopped down on her bed and pulled her hair out. She admired the length and fullness as she moved her fingers through her locks of hair. Isabella walked to her closet and took out the jeans she bought last week. She was starting Rumspringa and was allowed to wear modern clothes when she wasn't at church or working. She fully intended to wear the tight pants and flip flops the next day.
This was her time to enjoy the best of both worlds, even though she was having a hard time figuring out what the positive things about living Amish included. She still had to go to the school house at eight in the morning, and had to wear the plain clothes. The jeans and flip flops she purchased would have to wait until after school.
Isabella settled in bed, extremely annoyed at the man sleeping in her sister's bed.
When Edward woke the next morning, he felt refreshed even though he had only managed to get four hours of sleep. It was the most he had managed in months. He woke at five in the morning and dressed in the white button down shirt, black slacks, and pulled up the suspenders. He parted his hair in the middle and tried to tame it as best he could before he made his way downstairs to the smell of bacon.
"Good morning Edward, did you sleep well?" Renee asked, as she set the bowls of food on the center of the table.
"Yes, thanks for asking," Edward smiled at her.
"Well, you have come in just the nick of time. Isabella has begun Rumspringa and we probably won't have her help as much until she becomes baptized. We could use all the extra help we can get," Renee said fixing a plate for Edward.
"Glad I can be helpful," Edward said. Charlie came in and took a seat at the table; Renee also fixed his plate before sitting herself and fixing her own.
Charlie said grace before the three of them began eating. Renee made sure to save some for Isabella. She knew she would be getting up soon to go help Mary Alice at the school house.
Jacob was going to drive Isabella to school everyday because he had to bring his little sister Rachel to school.
Isabella adored Rachel. She was a beautiful little girl who always made everyone smile.
After breakfast, Charlie brought Edward out to the barn and began to show him the ropes. Edward was stacking some hay when he heard a little girl squeal in delight. He turned to see Isabella and Rachel playing with another young Amish man.
"Jacob, Rachel, come meet our new guest Edward Cullen," Charlie said making his way out of the stable that housed their horses.
Edward set the last haystack down, and approached them to say hello. He extended his hand and shook Jacob's hand. "Nice to meet you," he said. He noticed his strong handshake and also how built he was. Edward then got down to say hello to the little girl. He thought she was a heart breaker. Dark hair, big dimples, and big blue eyes.
"Jacob, we have to go. I don't want to make Mary Alice upset by being late," Isabella said tapping her foot impatiently. "It was nice seeing you this morning, Edward." Isabella said turning around. She scooped up
Rachel, and began tickling her sides as Edward watched them climb into the buggy.
"They are good friends to us," Charlie said to Edward about Jacob. "I have a feeling once Izzy becomes baptized they will become family," Charlie said hopefully. "Jacob was baptized just a few months ago."
Edward knew better. He knew Isabella was leaning toward being shunned over baptized. She wasn't on the fence over her choice, she already had one foot over the damn thing. He knew what the outside world held, and even though he just met her, he felt the need to protect her.
Isabella was greeted at the school house by a very excited Mary Alice and embraced in a hug.
"Oh, Izzy! I am so happy you are here!" Mary Alice exclaimed. "And you too my little Rachel," she said, patting Rachel's small back.
Rachel clutched her faceless doll and smiled up at her new teacher, a little scared, but mostly excited to be starting school.
Mary Alice was Rose's best friend. Isabella always liked Mary Alice, but since Rose left even Mary Alice pretended she didn't know her. It saddened Isabella.
"Thank you Mary Alice. I am glad to be here." Isabella smiled at her. The day went by quickly; it was filled with printing, adding, and reading, all on different levels. The children ranged in age from as young as six year old Rachel to the oldest, thirteen year old Levi.
Isabella enjoyed working with Rachel, teaching her how to print her name, and helping her sound out words.
Once Jacob dropped Isabella back home, she went to her room and pulled out her jeans. She quickly got rid of the bonnet, removed the pins from her hair, and let her chocolate locks cascade down her back. The jeans felt like they were painted on her legs as she buttoned them, admiring the way her bottom looked.
She slipped on the flip flops, the piece between her toes felt a little uncomfortable but she still loved them. She enjoyed the way they hit the back of her heel when she walked. She felt modern; like a new girl with a new lease on life. She finally pulled on a short sleeved plaid shirt and left the top two buttons undone, exposing a little bit of her cleavage.
She was meeting Paul in the corn field. He was twenty and under pressure to become baptized, but also enjoying Rumspringa too much to give up the things he had acquired. He had a cell phone, iPod, and enjoyed partying. He had been enjoying Rumspringa for three years now. He was very confused. He didn't want to give up his family, but cringed at the thought of committing to the Amish way of life. He invited Bella to hang out, and to give her a proper introduction to Rumspringa.
Isabella thought Paul was very handsome. If she had to choose someone in the community to marry, it would Paul. But Paul was already promised to marry Rebekah as soon as he was baptized. Jacob's seventeen year old sister, she had yet to be baptized but she would be. She had every intention of living and dying plain. And everyone already assumed Isabella and Jacob would also marry, expecting Isabella to be baptized within a year's time.
Paul and Isabella were alike in their struggles. They understood one another. Paul was very handsome, his skin glistened in the sun; he was rather tan from spending the summer working in the fields.
"Izzy!" Paul greeted her with a bear hug, lifting her feet from the tall grass that surrounded them.
"Paul, too tight!" Isabella laughed once Paul released her. "What is this style called?" Isabella asked Paul about his choice in clothing, touching his biceps that showed since he was wearing a black wife beater. She stepped back and admired his jeans, which seemed to be perfectly torn in all the right places, and the white and black belt buckle he wore with a picture of Jesus Christ. Isabella was hoping Paul would be sneaking up to her room at night, and taking her away for weekends of fun.
"I don't call it anything Izz, it's just...me," he said. "I know I look hot," he said pulling the clinging material from his chest.
"Shut up!" Izzy said pushing against his hard stomach.
"You look hot if I do say so myself," Paul said making Bella blush. He grabbed her hand that lingered on his abs and pulled her closer to him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his breath trickling down her neck.
Paul pulled out a flask filled with whiskey and handed it to Isabella, She bravely took three swigs out of the flask and handed it back.
"Are you ready?" he whispered, excitement rushed through Isabella's body.
She knew what a proper introduction into Rumspringa entailed. Not everyone was as wild during this time like Jacob and Rebekah. No one talked about the trouble or sins they committed during the time they spent 'running around.' Isabella intended to take full advantage of the time she was given to live two lives. It was never spoken of, but Isabella didn't fail to notice some babies being born when the parents were only married for seven months.
"I am," Isabella told him. She was sure he was about to kiss her in the middle of the tall grass. Her heart beat out of her chest waiting for his lips to touch hers.
Paul tilted Isabella's chin up and began to lean in to meet his, when they heard a throat clear behind them.
Edward stood looking at what appeared to him, as two teenagers trespassing on Charlie's property. He didn't know that it was his daughter. "I think you two may be lost," Edward stated.
Isabella turned around, and faced Edward. "No, I think you may be interrupting," Isabella fumed at the frustrating man.
"Isabella? Is that you?" Edward asked, taken aback. If it hadn't been for her doe eyes, he would never have known it was her. He was a tad bit ashamed that he had been admiring the way her butt looked in the tight jeans.
"Of course it is Edward!" Isabella stated as if she were speaking to a child that was being punished.
"Sorry, I...ah...I didn't recognize you like that," Edward motioned his hand up and down Isabella's body.
"Edward, this is my friend Paul, Paul this is Edward. He is staying with us for the year, seems he wants to be Amish," Isabella quickly introduced the two men.
"Listen Izzy, I have to go...Rebekah invited me for dinner. I'm sorry this got cut short, but this weekend...I will come get you. Show you a good time," he winked at her, before telling Edward hello and goodbye.
"You're going out with him?" Edward demanded. He wasn't sure why he felt jealous over this.
"Yes. I started Rumspringa and I intend to have fun while I keep my family." Isabella informed him, stumbling a little into Edward. The whiskey was taking effect, and Isabella enjoyed the feeling.
"Were you drinking?" Edward asked catching Isabella and steadying her on her feet.
"Yes, do you drink?" She asked, admiring the way Edwards suspenders hung from his hips.
"Not anymore," Edward told her. "What happens this weekend?" Edward asked concerned for her safety.
"I learn to have fun," Isabella smiled. "Big party."
"You will be careful won't you?" Edward asked, fixing his suspenders. He let them snap back in place against his chest.
Isabella brought her lip between her teeth and slipped a finger underneath the right suspender, dragging it down along Edward's chest until she reached his lower stomach. The whiskey combined with her new found confidence made it difficult to hide her attraction to Edward.
Edward felt a warm tingling sensation linger on the path her finger traveled. He was confused at the attraction he felt for her. She was after all barely sixteen years old. It surely was not acceptable to be attracted to her.
"What are you doing?" Edward asked resisting the urge to touch her.
Isabella didn't answer him. She was entranced by the beads of sweat falling down his temple, the slight amount of stubble on his perfectly angled jaw, and the way his eyes squinted in confusion.
She got bolder and laid her hand flat over his chest, his heart beating rapidly against her palm. "What are you hiding from here?" Isabella finally spoke.
"Myself," Edward whispered. He felt comforted by Isabella. He could barely speak of the past let alone think of it without having a full fledged panic attack, but with her hand on his heart he found he could still breathe. "I don't know what you are doing to me," he spoke so softly he was surprised she had even heard him say it.
Isabella took in a deep breath before she quickly reached up and attempted to kiss him. Her lips met his for a split second before he gently pushed her away. "What?" she asked, shocked to be turned down.
"I can't," was all Edward could manage to say.
"You are so frustrating!" Isabella yelled. "You infuriate me!"
"I infuriate myself!" Edward yelled back, pointing his index finger into his chest.
"Why?" Isabella screamed at him. "Why are you running from your life? I don't understand! You have this mask on, I want to understand. You are not here for Jesus Christ, you are running from something! Please tell me what it is!"
Isabella began to feel bad for the frustrating man. He was lost. She could see the hurt in his eyes. She noticed it the first time she ever laid eyes on the broken man.
"Maybe I am not running away from anything Isabella. Maybe I am running toward something better." Edward was so close to letting the words spill from his mouth. He held them back because he was afraid of the repercussions he would face for opening that flood gate.
"You are such a ligner," Isabella stated.
"You know nothing about me! And now, you are frustrating me. Cause I don't even know what you are calling me!" Edward said, through clenched teeth.
"A liar!" Isabella spat.
Edward stalked toward Isabella, grabbed her arms roughly and pulled her up to his lips crushing them against hers.
Isabella didn't know what to do, or what to think. She was startled when his tongue swept out over her lips and forced it's way inside her mouth. Edward began to get rougher with Isabella. His hands went to her ass as he pulled her against him.
She could feel the hardness in his pants against her stomach and she greedily tried to get closer and feel every inch of him. "I hate you," Isabella said, with the only breath he allowed her since the kiss began.
He cradled her back as he dropped her gently to the ground kissing her selfishly. Isabella's fingernails dug into his back as he ground his hardness against her center. His lips left her mouth leaving her panting for air as his lips and tongue traveled her neck. His mouth reached a spot on her neck where he could feel her blood pulsing through her veins, and he bit down causing Isabella to cry out in pleasure. She thrust her hips against his, and then her moan was silenced by his needy tongue.
Edward was lost in a haze of lust. His judgment clouded by his need to be connected to another human. He thought he had lost the ability to feel the emotions Isabella brought out in him. He didn't care that she was sixteen. All he cared about was the way she made him feel; the way she calmed him. The way she made him feel like a man again.
Isabella pushed back on Edward making him kneel in front of her. She grabbed her shirt and began to lift it up. Edward's hand darted out to stop her. He jumped to his feet, scared at what he was allowing to happen.
"I'm sorry," he stuttered out, before he took off into the stalks of corn.
Edward felt as if he was taking advantage of Isabella's lack of experience. He struggled with the need he felt for her with the way she calmed him, and his need to protect her.
He was scared that he would hurt her, in all his fucked up glory. Or that he wouldn't be good enough for her. The thought also crossed his mind that her willingness to kiss him was purely based on her need to rebel.
The girl was frustrating to him to say the least.