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Last on silence-
"I know we just saw each other this morning… but I still want you so badly…" I said, suddenly feeling an erection coming.
"Really, Edward? Phone sex?" she asked.
I shrugged, but then realized she couldn't see it. "Why not, I figured it was one of your fantasies," I said, somewhat teasing.
She coughed, sounding shocked and embarrassed.
I covered the phone to keep her from hearing my cocky laugh. Of course it was one of hers…
"B-but not now… your parents are inside and waiting for you… later, though?" she asked, sounding hopeful.
I smirked, saying yes. I wouldn't forget.
I broached onto a different subject.
"So how's Virginia… how's Amanda."
Bella sighed.
"Edward, I think both of us know that I wasn't at Amanda's this weekend."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Did I even want to know?
"And where were you, love?" I asked tentatively.
Her next words triggered my worst fears to surface.
"Edward… please don't be mad at me… I was at your birth parent's house."
Currently on silence-
"Edward? Edward, please don't be mad! I just- hello?" I asked him desperately, trying to convince him I had things to say to persuade him.
After a couple of seconds I realized he had hung up on me. The phone stayed at my ear for a few seconds. He hung up on me?
I stared at the phone blankly for a couple of seconds.
What the hell? He hung up?
My eyes went wide and I looked at Jake. I knew it! Being here was ruining everything. Edward was probably so mad, storming up to his parents and telling them what a bad girlfriend I was…
I shouldn't have done this… it was Edward's business… and I just up and went into it, pretending like I had some part in it.
I ruffled my hand in Jake's fur, seeking comfort there.
He nuzzled his chin against my leg and I realized I was beginning to cry.
Would Edward break up with me?
He didn't even say goodbye.
I have no clue how long I sat there, but soon the darkness was overwhelming.
I checked the clock on my phone and it read 9 o'clock. Wow… I'd been crying for a couple hours…
Jake bumped my hip and I looked at him.
His eyes almost looked… narrowed… some sort of determination lighting in them.
"What is it? You think he's mad too?" I asked him uselessly.
He barked lightly, taking my wrist into his mouth and tugging it.
I cocked my head back to the side and shivered.
"You wanna go back to the hotel with me, boy?" I asked.
He barked.
I shrugged. Why not?
I started walking, envelope clutched in hand.
If I couldn't help him or be his girlfriend… I'd at least give him this. Would he break up with me though? I couldn't imagine him doing that… my life wouldn't ever be the same… how would he do that? We'd done so much together, he'd made me a better person. So what if I made a mistake? Why would that make him want to break up with me? I couldn't cope… I needed him too much.
I hugged myself and thought about it more and more. I realized how big the mistake I made was… I had intervened with his whole life. And then I realized why my helping him was different than his helping me.
He had been with me every step of the way, telling me his plans.
I had caught him off guard, most likely going past the boundaries of what was silently said… I had hit him in a sensitive spot.
What the hell had I done?
Jake followed me on the long walk back to the hotel. I checked the clock again, I'd been walking back for close to an hour.
Once I was able to trudge to the room with Jake-thank God the hotel was dog friendly-I collapsed on the bed.
"Aw, Jake… what do you think he's doing?" I asked, listening to the regret in my voice. I shouldn't be here… it wasn't right of me to intervene in the intense way that I was.
This was his life, and maybe he was coping in the way that he thought was right.
Jake yawned lazily, walking in a circle before plopping down on the floor next to the bed.
I sucked in a ragged breath before picking up my phone to call him again.
No ring.
Voice mail.
"Hello, this is Edward Cullen. I can't reach the phone right now, but I'll get back to you if you leave a message at the beep." His hypnotizing voice was amazing even when recorded.
I could have just listened to his voice… I wanted to… so badly… I needed to hear his voice.
And then I realized the silence I was making.
"Um… Edward? I know you're mad at me… and I'm so sorry… I just wanted to help… please don't do anything drastic… nothing bad happened and I'll come home if you still want me to live with you… which I doubt you do… anyways… I love you… bye…" my voice said over the phone. I longed for him to speak back to me.
Jake looked at me like he smelled something funny.
I wrinkled my nose back at him. "What, do I actually sound that pathetic?" I asked him.
He barked.
I threw a small pillow at his back, ineffectively showing him my wrath.
I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 2 AM.
Wow… I'd been thinking and crying for hours… hours and hours of thinking of how I messed up. I needed Edward in my life… not having him wouldn't make my life worth it any more.
And then I noticed how much of a part of my life he was… is… every single day, my thoughts were all about Edward. I needed him. I couldn't give it up.
I called Edward again, knowing he was probably asleep.
"Edward? Its me… again… I, uh, just wanted you to know how sorry I am. I know you're probably asleep, but can you please just send me a text or something to let me know you're okay? Even if it's something rude… just let me know you're okay? Thanks… I love you…"
I hung up again. I was being so absurd… and I knew it, but there was no denying just how much I needed him.
I rolled my eyes at myself through my tears.
I was being pathetic. I deserved the silence I was getting from him. And looking at myself in the mirror, I knew I deserved the look I had on, the desperation… it was perfectly clear from my mascara stains that I'd been crying for hours at least.
I thought about calling Alice, but I knew she'd be asleep…
I decided to call him again… just to hear his voice on the voice mail…
I sighed as his automatic voice talked.
"It's me again, God Edward you don't have a clue about how sorry I am… this is all my fault… bye... I love you…" I said, sniffling.
It was pretty clear through my voice that I'd been crying too. I was a mess.
I was a mess without Edward. Back to square one.
My head whipped over to the door as I heard three loud and firm knocks at the door.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"Open the door, Isabella," Edward's voice said.
I gasped. He was here.
I ran to the door, swinging it open.
What I saw stunned me into staying completely still.
His jaw was tight. His eyes were coal black, clouded with anger. His nostrils were flaring. His whole stance was intimidating.
Without ever changing his glare, he forced me back by stepping inside and shutting the door and locking it.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Isabella?" his voice was haunting and deep… almost scaring me.
I gulped. "I-I don't know… I, uh… just wanted to help-" my mousy, scared voice started to say.
"Does it fucking seem like you helped me at all? I was just fine before! I would've been fine!" he growled out.
I made no response, shrinking back from the anger. This was what happened when I was with Charlie… but he wouldn't… no, he couldn't…
He stepped one foot closer, and when I tried to scoot back, I couldn't. I was against a wall.
My breath burned in my throat as he stepped so close that his chest was against mine.
I started shaking like a leaf.
"And do you know what fucking happens to girls like you who don't follow directions and lie?" he asked, anger still on his face.
Oh this was going to end badly…
I couldn't even open my mouth to respond.
Suddenly, I felt his lips slam against mine.
And this wasn't a regular kiss.
This was an angry kiss. A teeth scraping, biting kind of kiss that I was shocked at. I followed the lead of his lips that were scratching mine. It was a strange turn on. The rougher he was, the more I wanted him.
His rough hands moved to the side of my face in a quick movement, holding me tightly in place. His hands weren't sweet either, they were constricting.
He pulled away, looking almost angrier than before.
"Lay down on the bed," he snarled at me, pointing behind him.
I blinked. "W-what?" I asked, shocked. Uh, did I just hear him right?
"Don't fucking talk back to me. Get down on the bed," he said again.
I gasped. He was frightening. He was scary.
I wanted him.
I licked my lips, slowly moving over to the bed and lying down.
Once I laid down he walked to the foot of the bed, glaring at me and gripping the edge of it.
"I'm going to go and get something. If you aren't in only your underwear by the time I get back, I'll fucking punish your naughty ass," he said loudly and I shivered.
He turned and walked to the doorway, where he'd dropping a bag that I just noticed.
I didn't want to push his limits… but I wanted to know how he'd punish me.
I licked my lips again.
He turned back around, holding the item behind his back and raising an angry eyebrow.
"You have five seconds, Isabella," he said in a warning voice.
Somehow, I didn't think I should push those limits.
I hurriedly raised my shirt and took on my pajama pants, throwing them haphazardly somewhere on the floor.
He stalked back over to me.
"Hold out your arms and spread your legs," he said.
I did as I was told.
He roughly flipped me over and cuffed each of my hands and feet and put the other sides to the bed, effectively holding me there.
It forced me into a crawling position.
I looked at the cuffs with wide eyes. I tried to tug on them, but I couldn't get free.
He smirked at the realization I'd come to.
I felt so exposed… I tried to move my knees together as much as I possibly could, but they wouldn't go very far.
I heard a noise of annoyance come from behind me.
I felt his hands come to rest on my inner thighs and forcefully spread my legs apart.
"Stay. Where. You. Are," he said in a growl. My eyes widened and I hung my head down. God he was going to make me crazy…
I waited for his next move, breathing erratically.
He glared at me again.
"You will not speak. If you do, you'll be punished," he said, his eyes portrayed how serious he was, but there was a glint of arousal there as well. I saw it pressed against his jeans.
"So what if I do," I said, pushing him. I wanted to know what he'd do if I did…
He whipped his head to mine, his eyes mad and incredulous.
In a flash, he moved behind me.
I felt incredibly exposed like this, knowing he was behind me and most likely staring at my ass.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp slap to my right cheek and I gasped. There was a flash of pain, but it also felt extremely pleasurable.
I moaned as I felt his hand come down again, bucking my hips out toward his hands that had just now disappeared. I whimpered at the distance.
I heard his menacing laugh from behind. "You fucking like this," he said.
He started using more strength, and, somehow, that made it better.
He switched to my left and slapped harder, making my eyes roll back a little.
"Edward…" I moaned out.
"Didn't." Slap. "I." Sharper slap. "Fucking." Even sharper slap. "Tell. You." Two sharp slaps. "To close your mouth!" an almost painful slap.
I winced now.
"Yeah, you don't have to fucking say anything now, right?" he asked. "Just like you didn't fucking tell me you decided to go see my parents!"
I felt a rush of air against my ass and realized that he had ripped off my panties.
I gasped.
He moved my knees a little further apart, exposing my embarrassingly wet and spread center to him.
I felt something soft and wet glide its way up my slit and when I felt his nose pressed against my ass, I knew it was his tongue.
I moaned.
He went back down to my clit and licked at it.
I cried out in pleasurable pain as he bit it and then sucked it into his mouth.
And then his mouth was gone.
I felt something new.
I gasped as I felt his hand slap my center, giving me partial friction.
He did it again, and again.
After a while, it started to feel a little sore.
"This is how I fucking felt when you told me where you were. Betrayed and slapped."
He pulled back and slapped my ass once more before stepping back.
I was left gasping for air.
The next moment I felt my bra being ripped off.
I shivered as I felt him roughly twist and pinch my hard nipples, almost painfully.
I moaned over and over.
His whole body was aligned with mine. His back on mine. His legs on either side of mine. His face next to mine. His hands on my breasts.
If this was punishment then I'd get in trouble every day…
I threw my head back as one of his hands trailed down my stomach to my clit, where he pinched.
"Go ahead, bad girl, come," his deep voice said.
And I did. Probably the hardest I ever had.
He moved off of me.
I heard a zipper being unzipped. I started shaking and I felt the chains on the handcuffs rattle. I didn't need to be looking at him to know he was smirking at me.
I gasped as I felt his tip run up and down my slit, teasing me.
I leaned into him, only to have him back away.
He slipped his tip inside of me and I moaned again, wanting more of him.
My walls instinctively clenched together, trying to coax more of him in.
He didn't make a sound as he forcefully slammed back into me.
I yelled out his name, feeling climax inch closer to me again.
I turned my head to the side where his was, still seeing anger mixed with pleasure.
He looked at me too.
His eyes betrayed the hurt I knew was there, also the anger, partly the lust.
I leaned over to kiss his neck, feeling a tear escape my eye, "Edward… I'm sorry."
His actions slowed and he looked at me, easily sensing the sincerity in my eyes. Once we had both ridden out our orgasms, he crawled underneath me between the handcuffs, cradling my face and kissing me lightly, a crazy contrast to earlier.
"I know, baby." He said, "I was mad when I found out… so mad… but then I thought about it, and you did what you thought was best, and even though it may not have been best, you went with your gut and tried to help me. Besides, I knew this was a good way to get rid of my left over anger because I knew you'd fucking love it."
I blushed and he chuckled.
"But I understand why you did what you did."
I smiled against his cheek. That was exactly right.
"Edward?" I asked after a while.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Can you uncuff me?" I asked.
He chuckled. "I don't know, you've been quite the naughty girl…" he said.
I smiled. "Again Edward… I'm so sorry… I just had to find out…" I said as he undid the latches on the cuffs.
I sat cross legged and I was going to keep talking but apparently my lack of clothing was a distraction as he wasn't looking at my face.
I grabbed his shirt off the floor and tugged it on.
He shook his head of those thoughts.
"And…" I continued. "They wanted me to give you this."
I handed him the heavy manila envelope.
He sat there, staring at it for a while.
He looked like he was concentrating very hard on something.
With shaky fingers, he opened it, peering inside.
And now I know what's going to happen. I'm going to be inundated with words of crazed readers. I know that hehe.
So I tried to park today… I sucked at it. I ran my dad's truck into a bush.
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