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This chapter contains kilts, tutus, Brazilian waxes, spinning class, and The Cowboy-pretty harmless stuff, if you ask me.
This story is AU/OOC. I've messed with everyone and everything.
All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Readers 18+ only please.
Carlisle's POV
It's been ten days since the kids returned from their weekend in Provincetown. They all returned completely relaxed and it seemed as if they all shared a new closeness with each other. The only thing bothering me was that I've only seen Bella and Jasper once since their return. I've spoken to both of them, of course, but I'm concerned that the two of them may actually take off on their own and live a life away from us. I can't let that happen. My wife and I absolutely would not survive it—not to mention all their siblings. My new daughter, Vicky, has been on edge because for the first time in five years, she feels as if Bella doesn't need her anymore. Apparently, she and Irina went to the Boston penthouse to visit Jasper and Bella and they were nowhere to be found. Vicky and Irina both returned frantic with worry until we pointed out that if she were in any kind of trouble, Jasper would have called us.
I have my suspicions that Jasper has purchased property of his own somewhere. His assets, after all, are equal to mine or possibly more in value. Purchasing a house or even a hundred wouldn't make the slightest dent in his coffers. Jasper was able to amass a great deal of money during his time with Maria. Whenever he and Maria would take over another vampire's territory, they'd also take control of his assets too. Jasper told me that he would always save the money and assets rather than spend it and by the time he arrived at our house with Alice, he was already a wealthy man. Alice, of course, built up the Cullen family fortune with her foresight into stock futures. Jasper, who asked me long ago to keep his finances private—particularly from Alice, invested in the same stocks as me and was able to build up his wealth even more. As far as Alice was concerned, Jasper came to the family with next to nothing. If she had known about his assets, the viper would have taken him for everything he had.
Alice was someone that I no longer considered a daughter. I was floored when she admitted that she had us leave Forks with the knowledge that Bella was going to die. I couldn't understand how anyone could be capable of so casually dismissing a human life. She was a coward, as well. As soon as Vicky inflicted the "master's bite" upon her, she caved. Upon being sent home to Hanover, she escaped to go on a shopping spree. I will let her have her "one last hurrah" before I set hard limits on her spending. Alice has no idea what's in store for her. On top of that, the "master's bite" would give my daughter Victoria full control of Alice. It wouldn't matter if she received a mating mark later, the "master's bite" would still trump it unless she received a bite from another vampire that had control over Vicky, but even that must be done with a great deal of precision and timing. Alice has no clue of the significance of the "master's bite" and what it entails for her future.
Edward was a different story all together. The boy was genuinely remorseful and making a real effort to improve himself. Riley went to his home almost daily for counseling sessions and apparently it was making a great impact on his self improvement. According to Riley, Edward was much less uptight and he's even opened up communication with Bella. Apparently, Edward and Bella text each other daily, much to Jasper's chagrin. Riley also said that he hasn't seen nor heard from Amanda. As stated by, Edward, she is sitting in penance in her room. We were all extremely upset when Amanda burned Bella's books and music. Never in my life had I seen such a look of devastation cross my daughter's face. What surprised me was that Edward had an equally devastated look on his face, particularly when Amanda threw in Bella's prized copy of Wuthering Heights, each of them let out screams of agony that wrenched at my dead heart.
Today, Edward will be changing Amanda. He gave her the opportunity to stay with her family for one final week so she could say her goodbyes to her parents before she was changed. Rather than bite her, Edward will be injecting her with his venom using syringes that we prepared especially for this occasion. It shouldn't be a problem and with his medical training, he would be able to monitor her condition. I'm not sure how the "bonded mates" thing will come about with Edward injecting Amanda, though, because the bond comes with a bite placed on the left jugular and, for a stronger one, directly on the heart.
Speaking of medical training, my son Riley expressed an interest in attending medical school. I offered to enroll him in either Tufts or Harvard Medical School, but he declined saying that he wanted to be accepted through his own merit. I was never prouder of him than at that moment. It made me take a look back at how I've been raising my children and I realized that I had completely coddled each and every one of them. The new additions to my family expected absolutely nothing from me. I had trouble getting them to accept the standard black credit card and the initial one million dollars in start-up funds. Peter and Charlotte, of course, were very well off already. Jasper, in his generosity, had set them up long ago. Irina already had her own money from the Denalis. I wanted to set up Bella, Laurent, Riley, and Vicky though. I had the hardest time ever convincing the four of them to accept my gift. It wasn't until Esme somehow used her magic blend of guilt combined with love and fear that the four of them finally relented. Bella, who is by far the most stubborn of my children keeps conveniently forgetting the credit card and banking information in my office. What am I going to do with that girl?
Today, the boys and I are meeting in Boston for some father-son bonding time. It'll just be me, Emmett, Jasper, Laurent, Peter, and Riley. We're first going to meet Laurent at his job, then take his spinning class at the YMCA. Afterwards, we're going to the Black Rose for drinks before finally heading to a park in South Boston to play a little football. At the same time, the girls are having a spa and shopping day in Boston with their mom. Ah...there's Peter—time to go. We are meeting the other boys at the YMCA. What on earth is that boy wearing?
"Dad, why the hell do we have to take this class?" My new son, Peter, the most precocious of the bunch asked me. "I feel like a pansy."
"I've told you before, Laurent wanted us to give it a try and we're doing it for him." I said.
"Yeah, but what's the point of spinning around like a ballerina for an hour? This is ridiculous. Where's your tutu? Riley said that I had to wear one—mandatory or something." Oh dear, it seems as though Riley has taken a page out of Emmett's book and has taken to pranking people.
"Oh really, I had no idea. Maybe they'll have one for purchase at the gym." I responded.
We got to the class with not a moment to spare. Laurent had saved three spinning bikes—one for me and Peter and helped us set them up. There was a third unoccupied bike next to mine. It must be for Jasper. Riley and Emmett had huge grins on their faces at the sight of Peter.
"We're just waiting for one more student before we get started." Laurent announced.
"Excuse me, teacher?" Peter raised his hand.
"Yes?" Laurent asked.
"How come no one else is wearing their tutus and are we just warming up on these bikes?" Peter asked to the guffaws of Riley and Emmett.
"They're not required for this class and you'll be on these bikes for the entire class." Laurent answered. Peter glared at Riley and Emmett who now feigned innocence.
"I thought this class was a spin on ballet with extra twirls and shi...stuff." Peter corrected himself from swearing in public.
"I believe you were misinformed." Laurent said.
Jasper, suddenly, burst into the room. "Sorry I'm late. I didn't know how to get these damn kilts on. Do you wear boxers under these things or what?"
The entire class burst out laughing just as Emmett and Riley high-fived each other. "You two better watch your backs." Jasper growled through his teeth.
"Yeah, payback's a bitch." Peter joined in.
"Okay, welcome to Spinning. My name is Laurent. I'll be your instructor today. Throughout the class, we'll be taking breaks to monitor our heart rate. It's important we do this so that we can be sure that we're not pushing ourselves too hard. Many of you regulars are wearing a heart rate monitor like I am, but for those of you who aren't let's begin by taking our pulse. If you would please place your index and middle fingers over your radial artery which is located on the inside of your wrist or your carotid artery on the side of your neck, you should be able to find a pulse there." I couldn't help, but see the humor in this. Laurent was wearing a heart rate monitor and asking a bunch of vampires to take their pulses.
"Stop talking about arteries and pulses and shit. You're making me thirsty." Jasper whispered to Laurent.
"Um...Laurent, what if we don't have a pulse?" Peter grinned.
"Everyone has a pulse." Laurent answered quickly.
"I don't have a pulse." Peter said mischievously. "Does that mean I'm dying?"
"You're already dead, just play the fuck along." Laurent growled at Peter too low for anyone to hear—or so he thought. Apparently, he forgot that he had a microphone on because the humans were all looking at him with appalled expressions on their faces.
Laurent cleared his throat and spoke again. "Okay, now we're going to count how many beats we get for 15 seconds—starting now." After 15 seconds, Laurent stopped the class. "Stop. Multiply the number you got by four. The result is your resting heart beat. For normal, healthy adults that number should be somewhere between 60 and 100. My resting heart beat is 54, but that's because I exercise much more than the rest of you do. Okay, I think we can begin class now." We all snickered at hearing Laurent's supposed resting heart beat. 54. Pfft! More like zero.
He started the music and we all followed along to his commands. For the rest of the class, the boys all behaved and we all hit the showers to get cleaned up and change. Of course, none of us were sweating, but we did it for show anyway. We were changing into our new outfits when a familiar voice came running up to us from the other side of the lockers. "Oh my God. You're all here. Kenny! Santa, Yoda, Dr. DILF, and Major Junior are all here. How have you guys been?"
We all stood dumbfounded. "Oh, I see you brought your personal trainer and the straight guy too. Oh, too bad. You are so mouthwatering." Randy told Riley.
"Yeah, I get that a lot—from my wife." Riley said.
"Look Kenny! Santa finally trimmed his topiary. Didn't I tell you that it would look bigger afterwards? Was it Lorraine at Waxorama? Isn't she a miracle worker? You look enormous!"
"Dad, can't I just drain them both now? There's no one else in the locker room, but us. I can be really quick." Jasper whispered so only I could hear. I was seriously considering letting him, but really these two were just harmless men.
"Well, we all have dinner plans so we need to take our leave. It was nice running into you both." I said out loud and motioned for the boys to follow me.
"Bye sweeties. We'll see you soon!" Kenny and Randy both blew kisses at us.
The boys and I left the gym quickly before our admirers could follow us. The Black Rose was a popular pub on State Street in Boston. We quickly settled into our seats and ordered drinks.
"Damn! That kilt was uncomfortable. The skirt kept flipping up while I was peddling." Jasper said.
"Try, peddling in a pink tutu man. The crotch part kept strangling my balls."
Riley and Emmett both chuckled. "Yeah, yeah...laugh at our expense." Jasper growled.
"Well, that was a good class, Laurent." I said. "How many of those did you say you teach a week?"
"Thanks, I teach three per week of spinning and zumba. On the other two days, I teach karate. Bella comes to those. I wanted to make sure that she could defend herself if she had to."
"Does she have to defend herself often?" I asked.
"No, not really, but she and her friends Kelly and Megan once got into a bar fight with some girls from Tufts University. Riley and I had to go bail her out." Laurent said.
"Wait a minute! You're saying that last weekend in Provincetown wasn't the first time that Bella was thrown into the slammer?" Peter asked.
"What do you mean by Bella was thrown into the slammer?" I asked angrily.
The boys all looked at me fearfully. "Oh shit." Emmett said.
"You couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut!" Jasper yelled at Peter.
"I want to know what happened now!" I ordered.
Riley took a deep breath. "Bella and Rose got into it with a couple of women at a bar in Provincetown. Their boyfriends were harassing Bella so she nailed him in the balls. That's when their girlfriends went nuts and attacked Bella. Rose stepped in when she heard the cop cars. Anyway, to make a long story short. They were both thrown in jail for a bit." He paused, then added. "Jasper and Emmett bailed them out right away."
"I cleared the records too." Emmett said.
I ran my palms over my face. "Why was Bella in a situation where two men were harassing her?"
"Um...they got her when she was coming out of the bathroom." Jasper said.
"Why didn't any of you intercede as soon as you saw it happening?" I asked.
"Frankly, we thought she could handle it by herself. She did too. We just weren't expecting their girlfriends to attack and, by then, if any of us had stepped in we would have killed them." Laurent said.
"Rose said jail was fun though, Dad. She's really enjoying these new experiences she's having with Bella. That's a good thing right?"
Dear Lord, help me. "Emmett, my daughters were in jail. How do you expect me to respond to that?"
"Dunno." He said sheepishly. I decided to change the subject then. It seemed as if Emmett was able to expunge their records so I saw no point in dwelling on the situation.
"Jasper, your mother and I—actually all of us—feel that you and Bella should spend a little more time with us. We don't see you guys at all anymore. I know that you two like being together, but would it be possible for you to spare just a few more hours for us?" I stated.
"Yeah, man, quit hogging Sissy to yourself." Emmett said.
"Um...sure, we'll make a bigger effort. Sorry." Jasper apologized.
I looked up to see Peter with a frown on his face. "Peter, what's the matter son?" I asked.
"I don't know. My Yoda senses have been tingling all day. I just feel like something bad's gonna happen, but I can't pinpoint anything yet." Peter said.
"Well, just try to relax. I think you may still be on edge from having to wear a tutu to class." I said.
"Yeah, you're probably right." He grimaced.
"So, Edward's changing Amanda today. How do you all feel about that?" I asked.
"I still don't like the prick, but I feel kind of bad for him." Emmett admitted. "Amanda's worse than we first thought. Is he really mated to her, Dad?"
"It would appear so. All the signs are there. Edward said that they both feel the mating pull whenever they're away from each other. Apparently, it was particularly painful when she spent this week away from her parents." I said.
"Dad, I don't like the idea of that sheepdog being near Bella." Peter said. "Once she's changed, she's going to be stronger than sis and there's no telling what she'll do."
"That's why Edward's changing her at the house in Maine. He said that he couldn't live with himself if something happened to Bella." Riley said. "The poor kid is still in love with my sister."
Jasper growled at hearing that. "Come on Jasper, we've talked about this. Edward knows that he can never have Bella and he feels the pull towards Amanda more anyway." Riley tried to calm Jasper down.
"That still doesn't make me feel any better. The guy seems to cum whenever he sees her." Jasper had a good point there.
"Maybe that'll get better once he actually fucks Amanda." Emmett said.
"Ugh! I can't even picture fucking that." Laurent had a look of disgust on his face.
"Makes me sick to the stomach." Peter said.
"Come on then, boys, let's finish up here and go for a quick hunt and then we'll throw the football around a bit." I encouraged. Personally, thinking about Amanda doing anything remotely sexual was making me ill.
Edward's POV
I'm changing Amanda today. We're at Carlisle and Esme's secluded home in Maine where she will undergo the change peacefully. The other day, we got into a big argument when she came home from her father's house and asked me to write a check for five million dollars to her father so that he can start his own ministry. She also had the nerve to ask me to demand Carlisle to give her a black credit card in her name. I informed her that under no circumstances will I be doing either of those things. I told her that I could never lend my support to something that I had absolutely no faith in. I asked her if she married me for money, she had the decency to say no. I'm not sure if I believe her at all, but after her change she'll have not contact with her sorry excuse for a father. Alice seems to be the only one that likes him—I'm not surprised at all considering the greed that runs through both of their veins. It was unfortunate how Amanda has been virtually brainwashed since birth to become her father's puppet. Alice made Amanda her little human toy after she met her too. I assume it's because Alice no longer had Bella as a plaything that she took on Amanda. They will no longer have any influence on my mate. I'm going to make sure that she receives proper counseling from Riley after her change. I was contemplating divorcing Amanda, but in my gut I knew that Amanda's my mate. We both felt the physical pain that comes with mating—something that I've never felt with my Bella.
Bella. Beautiful Bella. She graciously accepted the gifts I gave her and we've been texting each other for a week now. It was quite adorable actually. Out of the blue, Bella text messaged me to ask for my opinion on a book. I quickly sent her a text back saying that I didn't care for it, and offered her a different suggestion. Since then, we've been texting each other daily. For me, it meant the world. I was in virtual seclusion with Amanda. I still barely spoke to her so a few text messages with my Bella made the difference between sanity and insanity for me.
I did still speak to Carlisle a couple of times a week. We discussed Amanda's change and decided that injecting her with venom filled syringes would be the safest method. I didn't want to risk draining Amanda. We decided the home in Maine would be safest, both for Amanda and Bella. Frankly, I was worried about what Amanda would do to Bella after she was turned. My wife held such animosity towards Bella.
I've also been receiving counseling from Bella's brother, Riley. I could easily see why they are siblings by blood. Riley was just as kind hearted and open as Bella. He listened to me talk about my problems, asked some key questions, then would leave me to ponder my choices. I kept Amanda secluded in her bedroom whenever he was over because I didn't need her listening in on my private conversations with Riley. He even went for a quick hunt with me yesterday. It was nice since I've pretty much been hunting alone for the last five years. Hunting with Alice was just never my thing. She was more concerned about ruining her clothing more than the hunt. Riley, on the other hand, was just as fast as me—if not, faster. It made the hunt all the more thrilling.
My relationship with my siblings was one that was not so easily repaired. Everyone was hurt by my actions and proving myself was going to be a challenge. Amanda's act of destruction coupled with her hurtful words towards Bella only fueled their rage more. Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper have barely spoken to me in the last five years. I don't blame them really. I said some terrible things about Bella while trying to justify my reason for abandoning her in Forks.
Jasper, though, what a lucky guy. I can't help, but feel a little jealousy towards him. The stars were aligned for my brother when we all ran into Bella at Climax. Who knew that she would actually be his mate. Why does he get to have a sweet, fun mate while I'm fated to be with a narrow-minded, religious zealot? Maybe things will change once Amanda is turned. She certainly won't be seeing her parents again. They think we're going on a second extended honeymoon to spread the word of God in Australia and New Zealand. Somewhere along the way, we'll be faking our deaths.
"Edward, I've made my peace with God and I'm ready to be changed." The shrill voice of my wife roused me from my thoughts. I grimaced at the thought of having to do this. It's not the act itself, it's just that I'm not so sure I could spend eternity with this woman by my side. Then again, the pain in both of our chests when we're away from each other is almost unbearable. Amanda had to be taken to the hospital on one occasion because the pain was so bad. It was Carlisle who identified it as the mating pull rather than the panic attack that the hospital diagnosed her with.
"Amanda, I have seven syringes filled with my venom. I'll be injecting one each into your ankles, your wrists, behind your knees and one into your left carotid artery in your neck. Are you okay with that?"
"Yes." She looked afraid, but resigned to her fate. "Would you at least kiss me, husband?"
I inhaled my wife's heavenly scent—it always brought back memories of my boyhood home. Amanda's fragrance reminded me of opening the closets and dresser drawers in my parent's house and of the fresh scent of the thorough cleaning my mother always gave our home daily. I took her clean scent in one more time and leaned over to give my wife a lingering kiss on the lips. There were always electric shocks when I kissed her—also part of the pull from my understanding. This time, for the first time, I let my tongue touch hers—it felt like heaven. My wife gasped. "Edward, we should wait until I'm changed before we go any further." She said.
"You're probably correct. Lay down Amanda, I'll see you in three days."
I quickly injected my wife with the venom and then the screaming began. Oh God! I can't do this alone. Holy shit! She's loud! There's no way I'll make it for three days!
Esme's POV
"Ow! God damn it! Take it easy, will ya?" Bella scowled at the waxing technician at the Bliss Spa. "Those are really sensitive parts."
"Sorry miss." The woman apologized.
"Bella, dear, why did you wait so long to get waxed. I told you we should go a month ago." I said.
"Mom, I hate getting waxed. It really hurts. I try to put it off as long as possible."
"It hurts more the longer you put it off." I said. "Now stop pouting."
The girls and I were all at the Bliss Spa for a mother-daughter day. We were all getting waxed, plucked, manicured, pedicured, and in Bella's case, massaged as well. We vampires couldn't possibly get massaged with our bodies feeling like solid marble. It would make the humans too suspicious. Afterwards, we were all getting our hair cut and styled before we headed off to do some shopping on Newbury Street ending with dinner for my still human daughter.
Oh, I really hope Jasper will change her soon. I worry so much for her in this fragile state. I also was extremely petrified for her safety now that Edward was changing that thing he calls a mate. Ew! Carlisle and I opened up the house in Maine for him so that he could change her. He knew that she was no longer welcome in our home after the stunt she pulled with Bella's belongings. I was seriously considering letting Rose snap her neck that day, but Carlisle told me that I had to hold her back.
"Mom, what do you think of me going platinum blonde?" Rose asked.
"Try it honey, you could always change it back in six weeks if you don't like it." I said then turned to my other daughter. "Charlotte dear, are you sure you should be taking that much hair off of your privates? Isn't it unhealthy?"
"Mom, we're vampires remember? We have no need for pubic hair. Besides, it makes the sex more exciting." Vicky whispered.
"Really, do you think I should do that too?" I asked.
"Yeah, just ask Elena here for a full Brazilian when you're up."
We left the spa a few hours later, looking and feeling better. I have to say that I was excited about showing my new bare self to Carlisle. We walked around Newbury Street and shopped at the little boutiques. Convincing Bella to let me purchase her something was an uphill battle. I knew she was starting school in ten days and I wanted to make sure that she had enough appropriate clothes to wear. It was only after Victoria told her that she was dragging everyone down by being stubborn that she finally relented. In the end, she bought two pair of jeans, a handful of shirts, some hooded sweatshirts, and a nice winter coat. I insisted that she purchase a pair of boots and some gloves and a hat too. With winter coming, I didn't need my human daughter freezing to death. Well, now that I know all of her sizes, I'll just shop for her. I smiled at the thought.
Bella also helped Charlotte and Irina pick out some appropriate clothes for attending college—as well as the regulatory backpack for hauling books and essentials to and from class. Vicky, of course, needed some more professional looking clothes as she was going to be teaching high school. I helped her with her selections. She was actually starting work on Tuesday. I had gone in yesterday and the day before to help her set up her classroom. We repainted the walls in a cheery pink color instead of that drab gray and we switched the shelving and her desk out to a nice, durable teak. I had wall to wall carpeting in a nice, neutral tan installed and replaced those awful blinds with some sheer, billowy drapes. I also added flowers to complement the room's design and put tablecloths and chair covers on the long rows of student desks. We may have overdid it, though, because the principal had a shocked expression on his face upon seeing the newly designed classroom.
After shopping, I took Bella to have dinner at Morton's Steakhouse. She insisted that we didn't have to go anywhere so fancy, but I pointed out that if we all had to ingest steak for her benefit—it was going to be good steak. We all ordered filet mignons—five extremely rare, almost raw and one medium rare with Bearnaise Sauce.
"Does cow's blood taste bad?" Bella had a look of curiosity on her face.
"Well, they're herbivore's so they're not as tasty as say a mountain lion or a bear." I said.
"May I get you fine ladies some more drinks?" The waiter with the southern accent asked.
"Yes, I think we could all do with another round." I answered.
"Excuse me, do you have any Cock Pops here?" Charlotte asked the waiter. Oh God. Why me? The girl has absolutely no filter.
"Um...no, I've only seen those at Climax, ma'am." The waiter replied undauntedly. "I work there on Thursday nights and the weekends."
"Oh my God. Do you wear one of those loincloths, sugar?" Charlotte asked licking her lips and staring straight at his manhood. Hmm...he looks like he's pretty well endowed for a human.
"No, I'm a dancer. I just got hired. Their most popular guy—the Major was killed in a traffic accident recently. I'm his replacement."
"What do they call you?"
"Oh, they call me the Cowboy." He drawled.
I instantly smelled the arousal of ever single woman at our table.
"You from down south? I detect an accent from you." Charlotte prodded.
"Houston, Texas, ma'am—born and bred." Charlotte then reached out to grab his ass.
"Charlotte! Leave the poor man alone and let him get back to work!" I scolded. "I apologize about my daughter."
"Oh, no problem, darlin'. You look too young and beautiful to be her mama." He said winking. Oh, he is smooth—I'll have to leave him a nice tip. A big one.
"Why, thank you." I breathed. Oh my, this is just one gorgeous human.
After Bella had a chocolate mousse for dessert, we all headed out of Morton's. First, we stopped in the bathroom to bring up the steaks we had just eaten. Bella waited outside for us.
"Thanks for dinner, Mom. That has to be the best steak I've ever had. The mousse was yummy too. The Cowboy was a bonus." Bella said.
"Anytime, baby. We can come back here whenever you want." I pulled her in for a little hug.
"Mom just wants to go back so she can ogle the waiter again." Rose snickered.
"Rosalie Hale—you watch what you say!" I chastised. Then, I smiled and admitted. "He was kind of built for a human, wasn't he?"
"We are so hitting Climax again." Vicky declared.
"Definitely, I think the Cowboy can give the Major a run for his money." Irina gushed.
Bella then started giggling. "What's so funny, Bella?" Rosie questioned.
"Poor Jasper. First the Major—now the Cowboy. The poor guy can't catch a break." She chuckled. In fact, we all started laughing.
We decided to go for a little walk to settle our stomachs. It was still the end of summer and the night was absolutely gorgeous. We cut through a deserted little side street so that we could get out to the main road quicker.
"Well, well, well what do we have here?" A creepy voice sounded from the alley way. Three human males came striding up to us. "Give up your purses ladies!"
"Fuck off!" Charlotte said. "If you know what's good for you, you'll walk away."
"Pfft! Yeah, right! Whatcha gonna do—scream for help?" The mugger scoffed.
The big, scary looking one suddenly pulled out a gun. "I don't have time for this shit. Give us your purses now!" He ordered.
Suddenly, we were all covered by an invisible wall. Bella. Oh my God, Bella!
"What the fuck?" The man with the gun yelled as he tried to break through the shield. "What the hell is this?"
"I got this one." One of the other men grabbed Bella by the throat and shoved her up against the wall. "She's pretty—we could have fun with her."
Chaos broke loose within the shield. We were all pounding on it trying to get out.
"Bella!" Rose screamed. "Let us out! Please sis! This can't happen to you! Not you! Damn it Bella!"
"Oh God! Bella please! We can help you! Bellaaaa!" Vicky screamed.
Irina was shrieking Bella's name over and over again. She was completely unhinged and latched onto Vicky's side.
Bella looked at us and shook her head desperately. "Oh God! She can't put her shield down when she get's nervous or scared. It's an involuntary response, Mom. Do something! Mom please!" Vicky begged.
One of the men tried to rip Bella's shirt off, but she landed a punch to his face. He then hit her back full force, causing her to fall on the ground. She was bleeding. One of the other men grabbed Bella from behind and fondled her breasts. Bella elbowed him forcefully in the stomach and managed to get away from him, but his friend grabbed her immediately. Bella kneed him in the groin and tried to run. At least my daughter wasn't going down without a fight.
"You leave my sister alone! Get the fuck away from her you fucking bastards!" Charlotte screamed. "I'm gonna rip your little dicks off and shove 'em down your throats!"
Without warning, the man with the gun grabbed Bella. He slapped her across the face and shoved her up against the wall.
"Bellaaaa!" I cried. "Drop your shield, baby! Pleeeeease!"
"I'm getting tired of this bitch!" The man with the gun spat, knocking her on the side of the head with the butt of his gun.
"Bellaaaa!" We all screamed.
"Bellaaaa, baby, drop your shield! Mommy can help you! Help us, God! Please! I can't lose another child! Bellaaaa!" I was screaming to the heavens, to anyone who would listen, begging for help.
Suddenly, the unthinkable happened. Bella's shield was no more. All I could see was a sea of red.
So...that wasn't too bad, right? I'd love to know what's going on in your noggins. I promise to write back, as always. XOXO mama4dukes