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I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
With my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong
My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize
Tell me why we live like this
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me
Yeah
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole
Lock the doors
Cause I like to capture this voice
it came to me tonight
So everyone will have a choice
And under red lights
I'll show myself it wasn't forged
We're at war
We live like this
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole
Tower over me
Tower over me
And I'll take the truth at any cost
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And oh, the promise we adored
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole
*We Are Broken- Paramore*
'Oh my god!' I breathed as I fell back on the bed. 'That was amazing'.
"I know right" he breathed as he moved his hair from his eyes, some of it still stayed stuck to his sweaty forehead.
'Do you know what the best thing about sex is?' I said rolling over so I was lying on top of him and looking him in the eyes.
'Um...the pleasure?' he chuckled. I felt his body heave up and down with deep breaths of laughter. It felt amazing.
'Yes to that, but I was going to say that anywhere from ten minute to ten hours you can forget about fucked up your life is.' I said and laid my head down on his chest, stroking it delicately with my finger tips.
'It could be like this always if you just let me in.' he said in a soft voice. I rolled off him.
'Mike! No!' I protested
He propped himself up on his elbows so he could look down on my naked form. He looked my body up and down, his eyes straining on my boobs. When they reached my eyes I could see lust and curiosity blazing in his blue pools.
'Why though? You always tell me no but you never give me a reason! Do you not like me?' That was as far from the truth as anything. Of course I liked Mike we had always had chemistry. We met when I was looking for a job. Mike is my Ex-boss. I didn't want to be the little slut that was sleeping with the big guns so I quit. Mike was a hot shot attorney, he could easily have any girl he wanted with his lean physique and startling looks but for some reason he wanted me. I was surprised he had hired me I mean, I was high school drop out with only a handful if jobs with some experience in. I was sort of a novelty when I started working as a personal assistant for him. All the girls in the building looked like playboy bunnies. They all had the orange tan, fake boobs, blonde hair and symmetrical faces of a Barbie doll. I paled in comparison to even the ugliest Barbie look a like there. I wasn't ugly in fact I was far from it but I was no massed produced beauty all these girls seemed to posses. I had brown hair with red tinges that wavered to the middle of my back. I had huge brown eyes that held more innocence that I possessed and red stained lips. I had nice sized boob, I was busty but not like those girls and I had a nice body. But I was the freak in the world of Malibu and big bosoms. I had a scar that ran from the middle of my forehead, through my right eye and down over my cheek. Mike had said it only made me more beautiful but I didn't think it did. It only made my looks falter more. I was lucky that it was dark in the club I saw Edward at. He couldn't see my scar until I revealed it to Alice.
'Mike how can you say that? Of course I like you but I can't drag you into my shit' I said. He looked sad. I pulled his head down so he was resting on my chest now. He smiled a small smile and nuzzled his face into my breast.
'Comfortable are we?' I said and Mike smiled in spite of himself before speaking.
'Bella I want to be a part of your life. I don't care about anything else' I pushed him off me and I rolled over and got out of the bed.
'No Mike! I said no!' I started to rapidly get dressed. I couldn't find my panties so I just awkwardly pulled my jeans on.
He got up and pulled his boxers back on before he came to stand in front of me.
'Bella I mean it. Whatever it is I want to help.' He grabbed my hands in his and looked down at them, smiling slightly before he looked up at me.
'I'm in love with you. I can see it in your eyes you don't feel the same but you still care for me. You said it yourself' he said.
I growled and snatched my hands from his. I didn't bother to put my bra on so I slipped my halter neck over my head and I turned to look at Mike as I tied it around my neck.
'No Mike. This was just meant to be casual but if this is going to happen then I'm going to have to end this'
I started for the door. I could hear Mike following me out the front door. I hailed a cab before I felt Mike grab my arm tightly.
'You're not leaving'
'Yes I am' I said raising my chin in defiance. His grip on my arm was becoming unbearably tight. 'Find someone better than me'
'There is no one else. Can't you see that?' he said frantically.
'Ouch, Mike your hurting me' I said and his grip only got tighter. 'Mike! Let me go. Please' I wailed.
It was like a cold bucket of water had been dropped on his head. He released me immediately. I climbed into the back seat of the yellow taxi. I was in tears when I told the cab driver my hotel address. I looked down at my arms which had red hand prints on it from where Mike grabbed me. I was going to have bruises in the morning.
The drive to the hotel took around half an hour when I got there I chucked him the fair and a twenty dollar tip and then I walked inside the posh hotel.
The doorman got the door for me and I smiled at him as I entered into the lobby. I started over to the front desk to see if I had any mail. I am a trust fund baby. When Grandma Swan tragically passed she left her money to Charlie to give to me when he felt right. Charlie was murdered when I turned 15 and I became an emancipated minor. I went where I felt or really I ran to escape. It was easier to stay in a hotel than to buy a house. If I'm buying a house there's too much paperwork involved with too many of my details to fill in for him to get his hands on. Plus there was the trouble of if I had to move on again that I lost a lot of money on furniture in a house that I was never going to see again.
'Hey Angie' I said as I dinged the bell sitting on the reception counter.
'Hey Bella' she smiled. Angela was one of the few people I had become friends with. She had dark tanned skin with dark brown hair that now was in an intricate up do. She had on the dark blue uniform that the hotel staff wore. Dark blue slacks or skirts and the white button shirts with the hotel logos on them. Today she was wearing her white glasses; that was the little quirk with Angela she owned a huge variety of them.
"No mail?" I asked.
'Just junk' she said smiling cheekily.
'What's got you in such a happy mood?' I asked as she walked around the bench and pulled me into a quick hug.
'Ben proposed' she squealed grabbing my hands and we both started jumping up and down like a couple of teenagers. Technically, I still was a teenager.
'Congratulations' I said and she beamed at me.
'I'm paying you to work not to fraternize with guests Miss Weber' a familiar voice called and I turned around to see her fiancé Ben Cheney standing behind us, hands on his hips and a dopey grin on his face. Ben owns the hotel.
' Blah blah blah' she smiled at him. I waved them goodbye as I turned to make my way towards the elevator. My room was on the top floor. I was staying in a pent house suite; it had more security around it. When celebrities or important people were in town they usually stayed in one of the pent houses.
My eyes grew wide as the elevator doors opened.
'Bella?'
'Emmett' I said and nodded at him as I tired to brush past him but he put his arm up to stop me.
'You're not going anywhere' he growled
'Yes I am'
'No you are not' he said simply and I groaned, slapping the palm of my hand against my forehead. 'Do you know how upset you've made Edward?' That made my ears prick up. This discussion was inevitable. I gestured for him to step back inside the elevator.
I sighed.
'You know he cares for you a lot. Even if you guys have only known each for a night. He feels connected to you' I did as well. Not that I was going to tell Emmett that otherwise I was going to be in deeper shit about the whole security guard thing.
One hundred and one floors of the hotel later we arrived at my suite. I scanned my key card and turned the knob. Emmett happily walked into the room letting out a low whistle.
'This some place huh? Where'd you get the money to stay in a swanky room like this?' he asked as he sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. The hotel had that Twilight movie playing. Emmett engrossed himself in that while I went to make some coffee.
'How do you have your coffee?' I called from the small kitchen.
'Black with two sugars' Emmett hollered. I came out a few minutes later and handed him his mug. He turned off the TV as I went and sat in the chair opposite of him.
'You never answered my question. How come you're in a room like this?' he said looking at me curiously. Most likely trying to find something that screamed RICH.
'My grandmother left me some money'
'Why don't you buy a house then? Why live in a hotel?'
'Because it's easier than living in a house' I said and he glared at me, seeing through my half lie. It was actually easier not to have to any house work but I would have liked somewhere more permanent to live. Although I had been here for about seven months now without an incident.
'Bullshit. Tell me the truth. I deserve it after the stunt you pulled at the club the other week' I did owe it to him. But it was too dangerous to tell him. I decided to tell him the basics.
'What I am about to show you Emmett you cannot tell anyone of' He opened his mouth to ask why but I cut him off. 'This could kill you. Which is why I did what I did. I can't let you or Edward or anyone get involved in my shit'
'Show me' was all Emmett said before I stood up. I turned my back and started to unbutton my shirt. I quickly pulled it to front of my body to now cover my breasts. Emmett gasped. I looked over my shoulder at his reaction. He was horrified. My eyes turned to the mirror on the opposite wall. A thick scar ran from one side of my back to another. A stab mark was on my left shoulder. I turned back around and held out my arm.
Emmett eyes glazed over as he looked at the scars of where slits had been on my wrists and forearms. Finally, clutching the shirt to my chest I brushed the bangs away from my face. He said nothing as he glanced at my face. I turned back around and buttoned my shirt up before sitting back down in my seat. It seemed like a long time before Emmett was able to speak again. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.
'Wh-wha-what hap-happened t-to y-y-you?' he asked. I swallowed, trying to make the dryness in my throat go away.
'That's all I can say' I said 'That is why you and the others need to stay away'
'Why? I want to help you. So will the others just let us in' this was kind of like the Mike Newton situation all over again.
'N-no' I stammered. 'It's too dangerous'
'I want to help'
'Get out' I screamed and Emmett jumped in surprise.
'Bel—'he began
'NO! I will not drag you into my crap. I can handle it myself. Now get out please just go'
'Just tell me why? Please Bella? Please?' he asked softly as he came to sit next to me. He pulled me into his lap and placed my head on his shoulder. Emmett had this big brother aura rolling off him. He reminded me of my brother; who was dead now.
'All I can tell you is that I have killed people and now they want to kill me' I peeked at his reaction.
'You-you've killed before?' he asked incredously
'Yes and that's all I can tell you. Please leave now Emmett I want to be left alone' He got up and turned to look at you.
'Bella I understand I=I won't tell them but I am going to tell them that your here' he took out his cell phone 'I can I have your cell number please? Just so that I can make sure your okay' He asked quietly.
'555=9875' I said. He taped my digits into his blackberry before coming over to me and giving a peck on the forehead.
'Stay safe please. I'll see you soon. Rosalie and I are staying on floor eighty-eight if you need me. Were only here till they finish getting our furniture here. We just moved from Florida' He smiled
'Bye Em' he shut the door behind himself. I walked into my bedroom and I stripped out of jeans and blouse. I walked into the bathroom and looked at my naked form in the mirror. My body was Amazonian like Rosalie's but I wasn't short like Alice. I had a nice body. I had decent sized breast and a flat stomach with toned legs. I went to the hotels gym every morning. I had a quick shower before putting on my beige tank top and boy short panty set. I grabbed my iPod and mobile phone and I climbed under the covers of the bed. I put my head phones and soon enough the quiet tune of chasing cars filled my ears and I sang quietly along with it.
We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?
For the third time tonight I cried myself to sleep. But in my slumber I was met with dreams of green-eyed and bronze haired angels.
Okay there's the second chapter (Updated) I hope you find this better than the other. Review and tell me if you think it's an improvement.
Song: Chasing Cars by Snowpatrol
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