Chapter 37
Bella's POV
Seeking Comfort...and Getting Worse!
"Are you sure you ok by yourself?" I asked for the millionth time as we got dressed the next day.
"Yes Bella! Jake's going to be there too, you know! You may never know if this could fix us." She pleaded with her eyes while she slipped on her grey skinny jeans and a black Tripp halter top. "Good?" she asked jumping into her black and white DC's.
I nodded. "Yeah. Great. Be careful who you run into, Amber. You don't exactly look the same as you did before we left."
I was true. Amber used to be a small, thin, defenseless, dark, skinny bright blonde, dull green eyed troubled teen. Now, she was two feet taller, greatly shaped, strong, brave, has a healthy creamy tan, shiny green eyes and her bright golden hair had two bright purple streaks behind her ears, three electric blue streaks on both sides of her parting, and four vivid red streaks in her bangs. She no longer looked small and scared, but strong and fearless of everything and everyone around her.
She agreed then left, along with Jacob, who looked on guard and ready for anything or anyone to mess with his girl.
Edward was still asleep, so I left the bathroom door open-just in case someone was to knock-and turned the hot water in the shower on. The brilliant shards of steamed water loosened the muscles in my neck and back. I sighed loving the feeling of my nails scraping my scull as I smothered my favorite strawberry-kiwi shampoo and conditioner within my curls. I sat on the floor of the tub, letting the hot water run down my bare back. My tears mixed with water streaming from the strands of my hair and down my face. I rocked back and forth as the memories penetrated my mind. I buried my face into my knees as each painful memory hit me again and again. Phil kicking me...Phil cutting me...Renee burning me... I touched my cheek, exactly where she had hit me with the curling iron and pressed it harder into my face. Phil smacking my with the hot pan...Stephen slamming my head into the wall...Alex and Damien shoving me into the janitors closet...Renee shoving me down the stairs and then into the counter-top...
I whimpered as the water was shut off, and someone threw a towel at me. "Shh...shh.." he didn't say anything else. He wrapped me in the towel as I continued crying. He sat me on our bed inside out hotel room and asked, "Do you wanna talk about it?" I shook my head waiting for the memories to cease. "Bella?"
I didn't move to look at him. My hand felt my way to him. He was standing in front of me. I didn't care that I was in a beach towel, or that he wasn't mine, or that he would, more than likely, shove me away, but I wanted to feel like someone cared for me. Feel that someone loved me. I patted the spot next to me; ignoring the painful memories that still lingered. The bed shifted and I leaned into his chest. His arms enveloped me in a warm hug, in contrast to my cold skin. I trembled, turning myself into his chest, so ours were touching. The breath on my neck grew quicker and hotter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. My head rested on his shoulder, my lips grazed his neck. His body jerked violently, shivered spasm throughout his body.
I smiled, hoping this was a good thing. He sighed running his hand through my wet hair, his nails scrapping my scalp. I shivered pressing my lips to his neck. His grip tightened. I did it again. Same reaction, except he pulled me into his lap. I moved my head, and didn't look up at him; I didn't want to see his reaction to what I was about to do.
I leaned forward, his breathing hitched, I think mine did too. Gently, I pressed my lips to his. The electrical spark drove my heart into a frenzy! Weird thing was-not to mention amazing-he pulled my head to his again, once I pulled away. I gasped when he kissed me with more meaning and more force than I had.
"Mmm..." I hummed wrapping my hands around his neck, one playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization, till I had to breath. We both pulled apart, our breath coming out in ragged puffs. He didn't stop. Kissing my jaw, my neck, the base of my throat, down to my collar bones. I tried my hardest to hold in the weird noises coming out my mouth, but they forced their way out.
His voice sounded oddly familiar, but it wasn't his. "Bella, what are you doing to me?"
I pulled his lips back to mine. With a throaty groan he obliged, licking my top lip with the tip of his tongue. I hummed opening my lips, giving him permission to do whatever the hell he wanted to do. Just when his tongue touched mine, I thought I had died-or had already died and gone to heaven. I had dreamed about this many times, but thus was so much more!
Edward leaned back, bring down on top of him. We didn't stay that way for long; he flipped us so I was pressed against the hotel bed and he was on top of me.
I pulled away slowly and opened my eyes. His deep blue eyes pierced mine. Wait! Edward has green eyes! It wasn't Edward.
Alex grinned evilly before pulling me to him again.
My scream was deafening before everything went black!
Hey People! Yep I'm no longer grounded! The whole was repaired and well, the almost suspension was bull! The 'rents realized that if someone was messing with them, they'd probably do worse than I did! Lol
So, I am back on top! Chapter 38 is on its way! Its mega-long! Enjoy! REVIEW! And I'll see you later!
