Chapter 7

Good Morning ! Some of you have diagnosed that I have a touch of Team Jacob and am trying to spread it around…LOL…I love that line, it's great ! I must admit, long haired Jacob…yes, I really loved him. But the second he cut his hair I was like, "Oh damn." I don't know why, no insult to Taylor, it's just how I felt. I miss the hair…I mean, the wig. I really would love to see the pics of Robert when they gave him long hair extenstions before Twilight came out. They were toying with the idea of having Edward with long hair. Robert hated it but I would still like to see it. Oh well, one can dream, right ?

Silently I approached the quiet rectangular mound that held no stone yet. Before saying anything, I began picking leaves and sticks off of the soil, cleaning things off.

I glanced back and the Volvo was gone.

"Hey Gorgeous.", I said with a quiet voice as I sat on the grass near the rich brown patch of land.

I closed my eyes, finding no words. He killed Jacob. He stabbed him 68 times. And here I was, being driven here by Edward.

"I know you know…", I said to him, knowing he could hear my thoughts, knowing what was happening without me having to say it aloud.

I took a little handful of the dirt and caressed it in my palm.

"So soft.", I said, tears on their way.

"Don't worry, Jake.", I promised, stroking the soil as if it were him, "I'm coming with you. Please wait for me. I'm scared to die alone. Scared it won't be quick. I'm not like you…I'm a big baby about pain…and blood. I know you'll be with me in the end."

"He won't even do me the favor of killing me.", I shook my head, "He claims to love me."

I waited a couple minutes more, thinking over all that happened since I met Edward.

My only reply was a little bird chirping high above me.

"I'm so sorry Jake.", I heard my voice crack, "Sorry I got you killed. Sorry I never told you what he was. But I'm not sorry I love you. He can't take that away from us."

I heard my voice echoing in my brain, going back to that night Edward attacked Jacob for the first time.

Carlisle was amazing, as always, taking care of Jacob.

"Broken ribs.", Carlisle said aloud as he carefully examined Jacob. I hadn't even seen him tear the t shirt down the middle.

"Alice, hand me that duct tape over there please!", he made Alice his nurse for the moment.

He began taping up Jacob's ribs for the trip to the hospital. I was crying and holding Jacob's hand, still very traumatized by the last half hour.

"There may be internal bleeding.", Carlisle shared with me, "We need to go now."

At the hospital, once Jacob was being worked on in the ER, Alice sat next to me in the waiting room. I was still in my bathrobe.

"He'll be okay, Bella.", Alice comforted, touching my hand softly.

"Thanks Alice.", I said with full sincerity, "Did you see it? In a vision, I mean, what Edward did?"

"No.", Alice frowned a bit, "If I had, I would have stopped him before he ever got close to you. He didn't make a decision until he saw you two…and heard what you were saying to each other. By then, we moved as fast as we could."

"Well thank you again.", I said, my hands still shaking hard as I looked at them.

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes.

"What are they doing to Edward?", I dared to ask.

"Nothing.", she said honestly, "They just took him home. We have a special room there that can hold Edward. It's okay. He won't be able to get out."

I gingerly touched my cheek and winced. "I still can't believe that was him…that he did that."

"Carlisle says Edward is very sick.", Alice explained, shrugging, "He hasn't been right since…you know…"

"So this is my fault.", I said, knowing it was true.

"No Bella !", Alice frowned more, "He hits you and it's YOUR fault ? Not a chance in Hell! It's his fault, all of it. He is just losing his mind. Carlisle's been trying to help him, talk to him. Edward keeps pulling away. At first, he was coping. But he was always torturing himself, watching you and Jacob – together and separately both. We all have tried so many times to get through to him. He keeps shutting us out."

"Maybe it's because he still lives in Forks.", I thought aloud, "He stayed away before…when he broke up with me after my birthday party that time. He came back from that and he was fine."

"Not really, Bella.", Alice shared with a morose expression, "He seemed like it, because he got you back. But I think he was never the same after that. Whether we see it or not, this relationship has taken a big toll on both of you. There's a reason it's very rare. It's so hard, almost impossible. Edward can't accept that. And it's driving him mad. See, he has some demons. I guess we all do. You were his angel, the one who kept him human, in his heart. You kept the demons away. Now you're not there…and they are working on Edward's head big time."

"What can I do to help him?", I heard myself asking, even with what he'd just done to Jacob and I.

"Nothing, Bella.", Alice warned, "Leave him be. Let us try again to help him. You trust Carlisle, right?"

"With my life.", I said without pause.

"He will get Edward through this.", Alice promised.

"So…", I said, "He's been acting strange all this time, for the last year or so?"

"I can't tell you everything.", she looked down in shame, "Yes, he's been acting in ways that show all of us that he's not…right."

"Like ?"

"He talks to you…when you're not there.", Alice gave me a little morsel there and my breathing stopped automatically.

"What?", was all I could muster.

"He comes into his bedroom and says hello to you, like you're there.", she looked hurt to be telling me this, "He lays on his bed and talks to the empty side, like it's you laying there with him. He asks you how work went, he smiles and listens to nothing, like you're talking back. It gives me the creeps."

"What else?"

"He has a couple pieces of your clothes.", Alice informed, "He keeps them close all the time, smelling them. It calms him down…and then agitates him at other times. Carlisle sometimes has to take the clothes away and physically restrain him to keep him from going to your house. I hear him ranting sometimes, to himself, about Charlie and Jacob. He really has a problem with them both. When you changed your phone number he demolished his whole bedroom."

"Did he break my windshield that time?"

"Yea.", Alice frowned, "That wasn't the worst of it, but that was the beginning I guess. He tried to make it right, but, he knew he screwed up. He felt really bad about it. He was still the Edward we used to know."

I didn't say anything.

"But this…tonight…", Alice looked so afraid, "I never would've thought he'd hurt you. I feel so guilty, I should have known…I should have warned you, hid you."

"It's not your fault, Alice.", I shook my head, "All I care about now is that Jake is alright."

It turns out Jake did make it. He had three broken ribs and there was internal bleeding but Carlisle stopped that. For a long time, Jake would be bed ridden and wouldn't be able to move much until the ribs healed. I thought of Edward and was terrified. Jake would be nothing more than a sitting duck waiting for Edward to strike.

Jake said he wasn't afraid of Edward. He was more worried about me. He vowed to protect me always.

I kept calling Alice and got no reply. I even tried calling Carlisle's numbers, both in his office and at the hospital. Nothing. I went to the hospital once looking for Carlisle and a nurse told me he hadn't been around in weeks. Another nurse commented he might have gone on a vacation.

Maybe he's staying with Edward, I thought. I hated how afraid I was but one Saturday morning, I had a plan. I would go to the Cullen house myself. I didn't tell Charlie or Jacob, they would never let me go.

The bruise on my face had been an ugly dark purple mess but it was nearly gone now. I convinced Jacob that it would not be a good idea to tell Charlie what really happened with Edward and us. Jacob wanted Edward arrested but I somehow talked him out of that idea. I told him Carlisle had him committed to the hospital where he would get help for his problems.

I didn't like the way Jake seemed to relax once I told him that. He thought we were safe now but I knew that was bullshit.

Charlie was told that we got hurt on the motorcycle. Needless to say, he had our bikes locked in the shed now and we were forbidden to use them again.

I lied and told everyone I had a shift at Newton's. Charlie was at Jake's house watching out for him and of that I was glad. I never left Jacob alone since the night of the attack. If Edward wanted to kill Jacob, he'd have to do it while I fought him all the way, and then he'd have to kill me too.

I didn't think things like 'Edward would never do that' anymore. The truth is, I was afraid of him now. The way he said we were FOREVER that night…he meant that with all his heart. I had nightmares all the time. I could never get much sleep. I tried to spend my time caring for Jacob but he was a rotten patient. He didn't like being treated like an invalid and he was healing so fast. He insisted on doing everything for himself, no matter how stupid or pointless it was.

I knew why. He didn't want me to see him as broken. He wouldn't let Edward beat him and I had to admire that. He was so brave. I was jealous. But then, Jake didn't know Edward was a vampire.

"If he ever touches you again," Jake had said to me, "I will kill him. I don't care if I have to go to jail."

"Jake, you can't kill him.", I said without giving away the secret.

"I don't WANT to.", he said, misunderstanding, "Well, maybe sometimes I do, when I think of that night."

"It doesn't matter anyway.", I said, "Edward is not coming back. He's committed for now."

"Yea", he agreed, "But his father is holding the keys. Who's to say he won't just let Edward out, you know?"

"He won't.", I denied.

Now I was in front of the Cullen house. I cut my engine and took a deep, shaky breath.

No one came out to greet me, as they used to. The house looked fine, lights were on inside. I swallowed and steeled myself to get out of the car.

I slammed my big truck door shut and called out with a meek voice, "Carlisle?"

Slowly I walked up to the glass door that Edward used to bring me to to enter.

The Cullens never locked their doors, at least, not when they knew I was coming. I tried the door and it gave way, unlocked.

"Hello?", I stepped in one foot, "Alice ?"

I didn't want to keep coming in. No one answered. Everything looked in place, Esme style.

Then I heard it.

"Come in, Bella.", a voice said. It was Edward's and it wasn't a nice, welcoming tone. He sounded calm but displeased.

Something told me to run back to my car but I knew he'd only chase me.

I made myself walk in, following the voice. He was sitting in the living room on a white sofa, his back to me. He was alone. No TV or video game playing. He was just there, doing nothing.

"Charlie knows I'm here.", I lied, in case he had any plans to keep me, "If I'm not back in a half an hour, he'll come and get me."

Edward gave a little snicker and almost snorted at my lie.

"Alright Bella.", he said, clearly not believing it or not caring.

He didn't turn to face me yet. I stood there, not about to come closer.

"Where is everyone?", I looked around, finding nothing, not even the noise of others nearby.

"Gone.", he said simply, darkly.

"Gone where?"

He inhaled…then exhaled, as if bothered by my question. He didn't say anything else.

"You're still a virgin.", he said, as if stating a fact he knew in all certainty, "And you'd better stay that way, Bella."

My eyes narrowed at this. How dare he !

"And what are you gonna do if I don't ?", I glared at the back of his head, his perfect hair annoying me, "You can't un-ring a bell you know."

God, that was stupid.

"I know you won't because if you do, you risk a repeat performance of the last time.", he said coolly, "And it will be worse than before. Daddy Cullen isn't here to save you now."

"Where did he go?", I asked again, trying to get off this subject.

"Forget them, Bella.", he said with a note of finality, "They're gone. You won't see them again."

I shivered, frowning more. This wasn't good.

My leg was shaking hard. I had to put my hand on it to make it stop.

I tried to think of something to make him talk. Maybe I could reach him when no one else could.

"How are YOU, Edward?"

I heard him give a little huff, almost a laugh.

"Like you care.", he answered, sounding bitter.

"Whether or not you believe it, Edward, I DO care.", I said, trying to make my voice sound clear.

I crossed my arms, not so much to have an attitude, but to warm my body. I felt so cold but it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

A pause went by and I waited for him this time.

"My so called family…", he said in a deep voice, still not facing me, "They tortured me. Carlisle leading the way. They starved me, shackled me…they were planning to put me in a box and toss me into the ocean. There are your precious little friends."

I didn't believe this for a second.

"And where were you when I was screaming your name?", he went on, "Making soup and fluffing pillows for that DOG!"

I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I decided to just be honest and open with him instead of being scared.

"What are you going to do Edward?", I asked with no venom at all. I just had to know. I would not be afraid and sleepless for the rest of my life.

He didn't answer me.

I forced my legs to walk over to him, moving around in front of the sofa so I could see his face. I had to know if his eyes were red. I prepared myself.

He looked the same as always, perfect and clean, a scowl on his face as his eyes raised up a bit to mine.

Gold.

Thank God. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

We just stared each other down for a minute in silence. The tension was so thick but I didn't back down.

I knew I was taking a big chance here, but I had to try and reach him.

"Edward, you need help.", I said in a whisper, his eyes still locked on mine.

"Please let me help you.", I pleaded softly.

He looked away, almost pouting.

"Remember when you said you'd always be my friend?", I reminded gently, "Well I'm yours too."

After a moment he asked, "What will you do to help me, Bella?"

He didn't make eye contact. He was waiting for my ideas. And I didn't have any.

"I don't know.", I admitted, thinking harder, "First I think we need Carlisle back."

"I SAID – " he sneered, suddenly angry, "There IS NO CARLISLE !"

"Alright, alright.", I tried to calm him. His eyes were burning into mine now, pure fury.

He waited.

"I don't know, Edward.", I sounded so useless, "Maybe we can figure it out together, okay?"

"Together?", he said it like it was a dirty word.

"Yea.", I said, sticking to my guns, not allowing his tone to hurt me…much.

He stood up and I flinched. His eyes kept burning into me, and I wondered if that thing he could do with his eyes would work on me. He had to have seen my reaction but he didn't say anything about it.

He came closer to me, like a cobra approaching its prey. His hands stroked my hair on both sides of my head. He was so close to me, we were almost chest to chest when he tilted my chin up with his finger and kissed me.

At first, my lips responded…but three seconds in I resisted.

"No, Edward, don't…", I whimpered, pulling back a bit.

He just grabbed my forearms and pulled me to him, and his hungry lips devoured my mouth. I wasn't kissing back, just trying to pull away and mumble my protest by saying, "Stop!"

But he kept kissing me, only letting me have a little air here and there. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I let out a little scream.

My arms were getting sore, this kissing went on for about ten minutes. He didn't seem to care that I wasn't kissing back, or not enjoying it.

Finally, his cool lips were on my face…kissing my nose, my eyes…that's when I got my chance to speak again.

"This is not what I meant by help, Edward.", I growled in a semi tough voice, unable to get free of his grip.

"This is all I need, Bella.", he kept planting sweet kisses on me…now he was kissing my chin, then he licked my bottom lip.

"You.", he whispered, "You are my blood." He kissed my neck, "You are my heart."

I swallowed, hating this. This is my fault. How could I fix him now?

"You are my soul.", he brought me up on my tip toes, and kissed the skin right above my breasts.

"UGH!", I groaned out loud, my head falling back. I loved Jacob but could not deny that Edward did things to my body I couldn't control.

"NO!", I snapped my head back up, resisting the temptation with all my might, "Edward, NO!"

He kissed the skin again, more to the right this time.

"Bella, yes.", he answered smoothly.

"Edward, we have to stop.", I gritted.

He nodded, a small smile on his lips. One hand held my arm and his other hand began to unbutton my blouse.

"Yes, we must stop.", he agreed with a pleasant tone, "We must stop playing games and admit the truth."

I breathed harder as he pulled one of my sleeves down to my elbow, exposing my pink bra as I tried to pull back.

"Edward…", I pleaded, not being heard.

He gave my bra strap a quick tug and I screamed. He smiled at me as he let the strap fall to the floor, one cup of my bra sagging off my skin.

"This is the truth, Bella.", he smoothed his hand over the unsupported cup of my bra, moving it down off me, to my stomach, "You belong to me. I am the one you chose to be your first."

"Please let me go.", I was trembling, tears clouding my vision a bit.

He pressed my back into the wall, I was pinned here as he squeezed my exposed breast and cut a deep hot kiss into that space between my neck and my shoulder.

I shuddered everywhere. This was one of my favorite spots and he knew it.

" I know I pushed you away all those times you wanted me.", he reminded as he moved the other cup off my breast now. I felt the bra come loose completely and it fell to the floor. At this, I put my hands to Edward's chest, squealing and trying to move him off. But it was like pushing cement.

"And I'm sorry about that.", he kept talking, trying to seduce me, putting his forehead to mine, "But you don't have to wait anymore. I'm ready."

"God, no, wait !", I cried as his head moved lower, and then I felt his cold tongue circling my left nipple.

He still held my arms down at my sides as he took his time ravaging that breast with his tongue, his lips, his teeth even !

"Edward, please stop…", I knew it came out sounding weak when I wanted it to sound threatening.

Would he really make love to me while I kept saying no and stop throughout the whole thing?

"Mmm, I can't stop.", he said with a husky, aroused voice, continuing and sucking on my nipple.

I felt like a thing, not a person. Held against the wall while he played with my breasts, ignoring my pleas.

A lifetime went by as he paid attention to my right breast now. He was on his knees before me, humming and making sounds of complete bliss as he did all he wanted. My legs were wobbling like jello but I doubt he noticed.

I tried to think of something, anything to distract him. Would he fall for a trick of some kind? Even if he did, I couldn't get away. But I had to try at least. I was just kind of letting him do this. Things would only escalate if I didn't do something.

"Edward.", I breathed, trying to move my hands as he held them, "I need to touch your hair."

Instantly, he released my hands and I did dig them deep into his messy but glassy hair. He moaned out loud at the sensation of it and I felt like dirt. I pressed his face into my chest and clenched my eyes tight, praying to Jacob to forgive me.

I would try to act like I was agreeable, then when I saw an opening, I could make my move and try to get to the truck.

His hands, now free as well, were unbuttoning my jeans, his mouth all over my stomach now, and I felt the teeth again.

"Careful with the teeth.", I whispered, reminding him I was still human. He was always so afraid of his teeth near my skin. It didn't seem that way anymore.

I felt a tear fall as he pulled my jeans down to my knees, his fingers playing along the edge of my underwear. They were normal white cotton undies, not sexy panties. But it didn't matter to him.

"Uh, Edward?" I tapped my finger on his head. He looked up at me, frowning a bit that I was interrupting.

"Can we go to your room?", I asked timidly with a forced smile, "I would be more comfortable in bed, wouldn't you?"

"I'm happy right here.", he informed, still looking at me.

"Please?", I tried.

With a little growl, he stood up abruptly and picked me up with him, putting me over his shoulder since my jeans were around my ankles now.

In a flash, we were in his room and I was laying back on the bed. He was standing there, pulling my jeans all the way off my body a little roughly.

I yelped and instinctively, I pulled my panties up a little more, watching him as he let his eyes wander over me.

"Oh no.", he smirked, shaking his head, bending down and grabbing the sides of the panties, slowly pulling them down.

"Wait, Edward, can't we just…kiss for awhile first?", I tried to dissuade him without angering him but he went back to ignoring me again.

The panties were off and he put them to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"Ughhhh…", he sounded so impassioned suddenly, "God, yes…"

I inched back a little in the bed but he saw me and smiled.

"Where are YOU going, little girl?", he drawled, grabbing my ankles and pulling my body back towards him, legs apart.

"Nowhere.", I lied as he began removing my white ankle socks, one by one.

"Correct.", he agreed, bringing my right foot to his mouth. He grinned down at me and took my pinky toe into his mouth, gently sucking.

"Ugh!", I didn't know whether to be turned on or grossed out. But then when I felt the warmth and wetness, I had to admit it stimulated me.

How am I going to get out of here? My first plan didn't work.

Suddenly, something brilliant came to mind.

"I have to go to the bathroom!", I almost hollered out.

What good will this do? I asked myself. I didn't know…I just knew it would give me a break to think of something else. If I stayed here, he would have sex with me. And this is not how I wanted my first time to be. I didn't want to be taken by force while Edward was sick. I wanted to choose. I wanted Jacob.

"What?", he looked irritated.

"Really!", I insisted, sitting up, "It'll just be a minute."

"Fine.", he huffed, offering me his hand to help me up.

I took it and got to my feet. He let me walk there without any restraint but he followed me.

I remembered there was a bathroom right down the hall from here. I closed the door as my eye caught his face right outside. He looked at me sternly, warning me without words.

My cell phone. Was in my jeans. Damn it! I was totally naked with no keys, no phone. I was as good as fucked.

My only chance was to just make a run for it. No one could out run Edward, not even Emmett.

"Are you alright in there?", Edward's voice startled me.

"Yes.", I looked around, knowing I'd have to fake the noises.

I flushed the toilet and tore off some toilet paper, rustling it and tossing it into the descending water. I turned on the faucet of the sink, pretending to be washing my hands.

He'd never buy this. He had vampire hearing. He could probably hear my heart beating like a rabbit's at this very moment.

"Coming." I called, gathering up my courage.

"Not yet.", he sounded happy outside the door, "But soon."

Oh God. Please help me.

I took a deep breath and just did it. I shoved the door open, knocking it into Edward's face as I flew down the hallway…down the stairs.

"Bella !", he shouted and as I reached the bottom of the stairs, he landed on both feet right in front of me. He must have just jumped over the banister from above, no effort at all.

I let out a piercing scream and he had my forearms again. Without a word, he was kissing me so hard, lifting me off my toes completely.

"This is fun.", he commented between kisses, "Like a hunt."

I was fighting to breathe as he filled my mouth with his tongue. I squealed as he put his erection to my hips. He was still fully dressed but I wasn't. I knew I was done for. If he could catch running deer, what chance did I have?

"Come.", he walked forward, making me walk backwards…to the stairs…going up…going back to his room.

"Edward, wait.", I said as he kept walking me back, "Maybe we should wait. Like you said. What if you hurt me?"

I thought that would bring him back. This was his biggest fear. That is, until I left him.

"I'll be careful.", he said dismissively, still going up the steps with me.

"I'm not feeling very well.", I lied again.

"You'll feel great very soon.", he promised.

We were at the top of the stairs. Shit ! Where was Daddy Cullen when you needed him?

Inside his bedroom again, he lowered me back on the bed once more. He let go of my hands, sure of himself that I wasn't going anywhere and he began unbuttoning his gray shirt. I don't know why but I felt so nauseous. This isn't the way it's supposed to be. I couldn't let Edward do this to me. It would kill us both.

"Edward, I need to tell you the truth.", I said, panicked as he tossed his shirt next to me on the bed, his eyes firm.

He didn't say anything. He didn't stop undressing. Now he was unbuckling his black jeans.

"I'm not ready for this.", I said with a wobbly voice.

"Yes you are.", he said flatly, moving his jeans down, stepping out of them gracefully. He tossed them on the bed, too, over his discarded shirt.

He was wearing black briefs, his body a sculpture without an ounce of body fat anywhere. His feet were bare already. One more piece of clothing stood between us.

"I don't want to do this.", I said without hesitation, tears welling up in my eyes.

He looked at me as if I'd spit on him. So angry. Betrayed.

"What?" he spat out the word.

"I don't want this.", I was afraid to move off the bed.

"But you wanted that mongrel.", he said without raising his voice.

I looked away and felt more tears coming.

"You bitch.", he snarled almost to himself.

Before I could answer, he yanked me off the bed by my hair and shoved me out the bedroom door. I fell to the carpet as he shouted at me.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU WHORE!", he roared, standing over me like a horrible mountain as I crawled away on all fours like a scared dog.

"I MUST HAVE BEEN FUCKING DESPERATE TO HAVE EVER WANTED YOU!", he yelled as he followed me down the hallway, his voice echoing.

"You ugly, pathetic, FAT SLUT !", he stabbed me with his words as I ran down the stairs, him right on my heels.

Tears were blurring my vision so bad I tripped and fell down the last couple steps.

He laughed at me, cruelly, standing over me. I tried to get up again but he took my ankles again, one in each hand, and was dragging me backwards…towards the dining room.

"No!", I clawed at the polished marble floor, sliding along helplessly.

"Don't go yet, Chubs.", he taunted, scooping me up under my arms and throwing me face down onto the table, "You at least owe me something."

"Please…", I tried to kick and fight but he clutched at my bare ass, his mouth sucking the flesh and even giving firm nibbles, and I prayed he didn't break my skin. I screamed out. This was not a loving touch. He was angry with me, he was trying to humiliate and hurt me. He slapped my right ass cheek hard.

"Bad girl.", he commented, striking my butt again as I cried out. He gave me a good, solid spanking like a child. By the end of it I was sobbing and begging.

"Spare the rod…spoil the child.", he said calmly as he finished my punishment.

I was so scared he'd penetrate me without warning. I was sobbing, kicking. The whole world flipped over as I grunted in surprise. I was on my back again and he held my legs apart.

"NO!", I screeched, "NO EDWARD NO !"

He ignored me again and assaulted my vagina with his mouth. I screamed out again as he furiously rubbed his tongue up and down, back and forth on my clit. It was wet and cold but like a vibration as he worked so fast at inhuman speed.

I was crying, clutching at his hair, trying to push him off, but it wasn't happening.

He bit and pinched and sucked, he even blew air on me. My cries went unheard and a lifetime seemed to drag by while he took his time just tasting me, using his mouth. He slid his tongue inside over and over, his voice moaning in desire.

I didn't want to come, I fought it, but it was no use…eventually, my body just reacted.

I screamed out, stars flashing different colors behind my clenched eyes. My body convulsed, my legs tightened, even my toes curled up like an elf's. My back arched up so high I could look at the wall from upside down. My fists were in angry lumps at the sides of my head as I spasmed again, growling like a trapped tiger.

"Yessss.", he licked me even more now, tasting my juices that he worked so hard for.

I kept jerking uncontrollably, coming again and again. An hour must have passed I figured when I had come for the third time.

"No more, please…no more…", I begged. Every inch of my crotch was so sensitive now…it hurt and felt too good at the same time. It was almost torture.

He stood up straight, not bothering to wipe his face. It looked wet and messy but sated.

Reaching down, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off the table and to my feet. Walking me to the front door, he muttered, "I'm done with you…for now."

And he shoved me out, tossing me over the three steps and onto my face, my hands got hurt as well, going up to protect myself as I fell. As I began to get up on all fours, I saw my hands were scratched and bleeding a little. My knees too, I felt the wetness.

Then I felt my truck keys hit me in the back. After that, as I turned, I saw Edward tossing my clothes and sneakers out the door like they were unwanted trash, like me.

He looked at me with no feeling at all and said, "Thanks for your help."

And the door slammed shut with a horrible crash.

Oooh, evilward ! More to come soon !

Love WinndSinger