When you seek me you destroy me
Rape my mind and smell the poppies
Born and bloodied every single time
Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you might linger
But I see some type of pleasure in my mind
"Slither" by Velvet Revolver
(~_~_~_~)A/N: Song at the end is owned by Christina Perri. (~_~_~_~)
Edward was beyond furious.
He had found out Isabella had been discharged hours ago. His father had refused to call him, his excuse being that Isabella had not given her permission for Edward to be called. In fact, the little bitch had outright told the elder Cullen to NOT notify Edward.
Who did that little BITCH think she was?!
He had tried calling her, but she picked up not once. Once he tracked her down and put her back at his side where he was being paid to make sure she belonged, she would be punished. With this new attitude of hers, he knew she would be defiant. He would enjoy breaking her spirit.
Visions of forcing her to her knees, her eyes blazing up at him- bending her over with a hand tangled in her hair to keep her where he wanted her- creamy skin red from discipline.. It all flashed through his mind as he thought about it. Glancing down at his watch, his ire was only raised when he realized he didn't have time for a pit stop at Tanya's to take care of his needs before his meeting with Mayor Swan.
He tried his forced fiancée once more.. Voicemail. This time, he left a message.
"Isabella, this behavior will no longer be tolerated. I've tried to be patient. You've admitted to indiscretions, you've spoken to me disrespectfully and now you're blatantly disregarding my attempts to communicate with you. You're leaving me with very little options. After my current meeting, I will be locating you."
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"Once I wrap my last meeting up, I'll come meet you okay?" Renee purred into her cell phone. Marie's threats were of no consequence to her any longer. Her daughter was out of the hospital and she was sure that the old bat had retreated back to her hippie house. Charlie would never know about Phil.
She listened to the husky promises of her lover and shivered gleefully at his naughty promises. She would have to make this quick with Edward. She heard the tell-tale footsteps of the copper annoyance and rolled her eyes.
"He's here, lover. I'll see you as soon as I can."
She looked up to see Edward walk in, clearly very put out. She almost dismissed him entirely. What concern was it of hers if he was upset? He was being paid quite well to do as she told him to do. He'd gotten used to a certain lifestyle, and Renee knew she could take it away.
"Hello Edward. I trust everything is getting back on track?" Renee sat back in her chair, her fingertips coming together in the way most of those with dark motives tended to do.
"No. Everything is not." He almost growled, "I need your help. Isabella is out of control. When I went to the hospital, she called herself Izzy. She used some pretty choice language and all but had me removed from her room. She even had the nerve to question me about fidelity! AND! She instructed my father to NOT call me when she was discharged. She's ignoring my phone calls as well. She's not falling back into line and if I can't FIND her I can't CONTROL her."
Renee smirked, "My daughter is too much to handle? Have you tried the services of your sister? She's on the payroll as well and could be a useful tool as she was in the past. If she refuses, I have ways of getting what I want and all she'll need is a little reminder."
"I'm sure she'll do as you ask. She requires Jasper's money. Our parents have found out about her spending habits and are threatening to cut her off financially until her nuptuals."
"There won't BE any nuptuals if she doesn't do as I SAY! Now! Be a big boy, take care of the problem you are PAID to take care of, or the skeletons of the Cullen heirs will come full scream out of the closet!
Edward's eyes darkened, "And your own skeletons?"
Renee stood, her hands on her desk and her face contorted with fury, "You dare to threaten me? I'm the MAYOR, you pitiful child. I can FUCK YOUR EXISTANCE UP! You think telling the world about my dalliance with Phillip would end my career? HA! Clinton was getting blow-jobs in the White House and he stayed.. This sleepy little town won't give a damn. And no one will believe you once EVIDENCE of your perversion are released to the press."
"And your... Hiring of me?"
"Can be erased in an instance. I'm not ignorant, Edward. I have ways of making all traces of that money from me disappear. I can make it look like you've been getting money from anyone! Don't try to push me. I can make or break you. Is that clear?"
"Crystal..."
"Get out of my office. Take care of your JOB or you won't be getting anymore paychecks."
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Charlie stood outside his wife's office and felt his heart harden with each word from his wife. He wanted to shoot her! He'd always known something was off with that kid, but he'd pushed it aside for the betterment of his child. But now that he knew the truth, he could see Edward was nothing but poison.. Painfully, so was his wife.
He hid behind the reception desk when he heard Edward's footsteps, and once he was sure it was clear he was back to the door. He heard his wife on the phone, probably with her Phil.
No more.
He burst through the door, "Renee! I've had enough!"
She had the nerve to look innocent, "Charles! Dear! What on Earth has gotten into you?"
"I know the truth."
He watched as the face of his wife morphed from sweet to viper in seconds, "Close the door.. We have much to discuss."
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Paul parked his bike and walked up to Izzy's door, her favorite greasy meal of a double bacon burger with EXTRA bacon and onion rings in hand. She'd agreed to dinner at her place as long as he brought the meal. Apparently she was a crap cook whereas Bella was an amazing cook and after earlier she didn't know how the two would react together for long periods of time..
He stepped on the porch and raised his hand to knock when he heard light tones from a piano.. Bella must be 'awake' because Izzy couldn't play piano. He didn't know if she could honestly play anything. What he knew of Izzy was actually very little. He made a mental note to change that..
Then he heard her voice..
"I.. Can hold.. my breath. I.. can bite.. my tongue. I can stay awake for days, if that's what you want. Be your number one. I can fake a smile.. I can force a laugh.. I can dance and play the part, if that's what you ask.. Give you all I am.."
Definitely Bella. He leaned against the door, thankful for her cracked front window. A peek into Bella would be valuable in his plan to prove he wasn't just out to hit and quit.
"But I'm only human! And I bleed when I fall down. I'm only human. And I crash and I break down. Your words in my head, knives in my heart. You build me up and then I fall apart because I'm only human..."
Why was she not at some college for gifted musicians? What was the big one.. Julian? Julie-Yard? Something like that.. Why was she not sharing her talent?... Then he remembered- her parents. They probably wouldn't think their daughter traveling from place to place without 'proper discipline' was socially acceptable.. Nor would they consider music a 'real career' if the looks of Renee Swan were anything to go by.
"I.. can turn.. it on.. Be a good machine. I can hold the weight of world if that's what you need. Be your everything.."
Paul snapped himself out of his 'listening' when he noticed he was being watched by an older lady across the street and raised his hand again, finally knocking. The music stopped abruptly and he heard some shuffling before the window was closed.
Who would answer the door? Izzy or Bella? And at this point, did it even matter? He cared for Izzy.. But he felt like Bella needed at least a friend. A real one. Could he be that for her?