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Bella dipped her fingertips into the glass with honey and circled it over Rosalie's stomach. The Blonde sighed when Bella lowered her mouth and licked the gold-colored liquid off again.
"You are crazy, Swan." She whispered, caressing Bella's hair. "You are getting me all sticky with this stuff."
"But it tastes much better from your skin." Bella mumbled, dribbling a few droplets on her lover's chest. "This is fun."
She swirled her tongue over Rosalie's breast, flattering its tip teasingly slow against the sensitive tip.
"We should spend Saturday in Bed every weekend from now."
"Good plan." Rosalie moaned. "Fuck, I love the way you make me feel."
"How am I making you feel?" Bella whispered, sucking the hard nub in front of her between her lips. She heard Rosalie's soft moans. They encouraged her to suck even harder. Her teeth scraped on the nipple. Rosalie groaned.
Then they heard the noises downstairs. Crap, why were Charlie and Resha back so early?
"Dad?" Bella called. "Dad, are you home?"
She waited for a response but none came. Still there were some shattering noises coming from downstairs.
"Is that a burglar?" Rosalie asked, sitting up straight in the bed. "It's not a burglar, right?"
Bella stood up from the bed and pulled a shirt over her head. Then she kneeled down and fished for a box underneath the bed. "You'll stay here." She stated while she pulled out the silver-colored weapon.
"Jesus Christ. Why do you have a weapon here?"
"Charlie gave it to me as a present when I graduated from the police academy." Bella explained. "Now, you're going to stay here while I go and have a look at our visitor."
Rosalie wrapped her hand around Bella's wrist. "No, please stay here. Can't we just call the police?"
Bella suppressed a giggle. "I am the police, Beautiful. Now, get dressed and wait for me. I'll be back in a minute."
As quietly as she was capable of Bella tiptoed down the stairs. One had to be extremely stupid to break into the house of a police officer. There he was. She could see the tall figure in the kitchen. His head was hidden under a blue hoodie.
"Hands up and turn around! Slowly!"
He did what she commanded and a moment later, he burst out into laughter. "Don't shoot me, Swan. I'm just here for the flat screen."
"Emmett! Damn it! What are you doing here? Rose, come down! It's just your brother."
Emmett laughed again. "Put that gun away. It's making me nervous."
"Why are you here?" Bella repeated. "And why didn't you say anything when we called for Charlie?"
"I had my headphones in. Do you know where Charlie is? He and I were supposed to watch the Game here."
Bella dropped the weapon and cleared her throat. "He's out fishing with Resha."
Rosalie rushed down the stairs. "You're fucking stupid, Em." She scolded him, smacking him against his shoulder. "She almost shot you. You ruined our afternoon by showing up here."
"You dykes are too stressed. I didn't interrupt you doing something important. Did I?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
Rose punched him again. "Go home, Emmett. Bella and I want to be alone."
"But there's no food in my fridge. Can I eat those leftovers here? I'm starving."
Bella ended up warming the rest of the pasta from yesterday. She wrapped her arms around Rosalie's waist and played with the Blonde's hair while she waited for the food to warm up.
"So, you're really together now." Emmett stated. "Have you told Mom yet?"
"She's going to freak." Rose protested. "I don't want that."
Emmett smirked. "That probably means no. Look, I know you don't want to tell her but it's better when she hears it from you and not somebody else."
Bella nodded her head. "Lucy needs to calm the fuck down. She's all about what's best for Rose. When in truth she only wants what's best for her own interests."
Emmett shrugged his shoulders. "Kay, she won't hear anything from me. I swear. Now, which of you is the guy in the bedroom? I really want to know."
Rosalie smacked his arm again. "Why don't you get a girlfriend yourself? Or do you have trouble finding anyone who's willing to deal with you?"
"You're a bitch. I don't want a stupid girlfriend. Women are way too complicated. Swan, I give you credit for keeping up with Rose. She's so moody."
Bella pulled Rose closer against her chest. "I like Rose the way she is. Maybe, that is the secret of happiness. You need to find a woman that you like so much that you don't want to change her."
xxxxx
Esme Cullen smiled while she stirred around in food on the stove. It had been forever since she had cooked for someone else than her little daughter. She added a bit more salt to the sauce and tasted it again. Much better like this!
She looked over to the living room where her date was sitting next to Senna on the couch. Royce was good with kids. He knew how to make them feel important. Senna was usually very shy around adults she didn't know.
On the counter next to her was today's post, still unopened because she didn't have time for it yet.
"Royce, do you want some wine?" Esme called, pulling two glasses out of the cupboards above her.
"Sure," he purred, standing up from the couch to walk over to the kitchen. "Who can say no to wine?" He brushed his fingers lightly over her hair when she filled both glasses with red wine.
"Senna is a little doll." Royce said, licking his lips. "Such a dear girl,"
Esme smiled proudly. Wasn't it great that he was so smitten with Senna? Usually men didn't find little girls very interesting to talk to. "Yes, I'm very blessed to have her. She's my angel."
"Momma, can we eat now? I'm so hungry." Senna called, not moving her attention away from the TV screen.
Royce laughed. "Can I help you with anything? I'm pretty good in the kitchen."
"When a man says that it's mostly a lie." Esme stated, turning the heat off on the stove. "Why don't you keep Senna's company while I finish here?"
He kissed her cheek with cold lips and walked off after grabbing a cookie from a bowl on the table.
Maybe it would have been better to bring Senna over to Marcus so that she could be alone with her date. But Royce had insisted that he wouldn't mind having Senna there tonight.
Esme reached for the pile of post, quickly flipping through it to make sure she hadn't gotten another bill to pay. Being a single parent wasn't always easy, even with her well-paid job in the hospital.
There was a plain brown envelope that caught her attention. She ripped it open and pulled its content out. What the hell was this?
The first picture she looked at made her stomach cramp with disgust. The girl who didn't look much older than nine or ten was sitting on a bed stuffed with teddy bears. She was naked and her eyes looked fearful into the camera. She looked like she was already dead inside.
Esme's hands began to tremble when she read through the note she had found in the envelope as well.
Dear Mrs. Cullen,
I thought you should know what your new boyfriend really is into. Keep your daughter safe.
A Friend
For an entire full minute Esme starred down at the note and the pictures, each of them worse than the other one. Then a wave of red hot anger spread through her veins.
She stormed into the living room and lifted Senna up. "Get out of my house, you perverted pig. Stay the hell away from my kid. You…you disgusting sicko."
"Momma, are you angry?"
"No, honey, everything is fine. I want you to go upstairs to your room and wait for me."
When Esme saw how Royce glared after the little girl as she jogged up the stairs, she lost it. She raised her hand and slapped him across his face. "I'll make sure you go to jail. You need to be locked away."
Royce rubbed his jaw. "Why are you so hysterical now? Did I do something to upset you?"
"You fucking piece of shit! Get out of my house!"
He reached his hand out to her, in a helpless attempt to calm her down somehow. Why was she reacting like this? Had he not been careful enough? Until now, he hadn't even dared to touch the child. Whatever it was she was accusing him of, it had no ground.
"Get some help for your mental issues." He snapped at her, his voice cold like ice. Then, he captured the picture Esme was holding. Where the hell did she get those?
"Give this back to me." He demanded. "It's not like you think it is."
"Leave now." Esme pressed out, reaching for the phone on the wall. "Or do you want me to call the police first?"
Royce snapped. Getting arrested was the last thing on earth he wanted. Angrily he jumped towards the red-haired woman in front of him and choked her. With as much force as he was capable off, he slammed her head against the wooden door frame behind her.
When she dropped to the floor a moment later and the beige carpet around her head turned red, panic spread through Royce. He took the picture she had still cramped between her fingers and rushed outside.
"Momma?" little Senna asked, slowly walking down the stairs again. Why was her mother sleeping on the carpet? "Momma!" she called out, trying to shake her awake again.
Esme blinked. Her head was throbbing. For a moment she didn't even know where she was. Senna started crying. "Momma, get up. You're making the carpet dirty."
"Give me the phone, sweetie." Esme whispered, unable to keep her eyes open for longer than a few seconds. With the last bit of strength she had, Esme dialed Marcus's number. Then she passed out again.
The voice that spoke gently to her after a while was warm and deep. She blinked again not aware of how long she had actually been unconscious.
"Look at the light, Esme." Carlisle demanded, holding a little flash light up. "You have a pretty bad concussion."
I can feel that, Esme thought. She tried to sit up but that only made the pain and nausea worse.
"Stay still. Don't try to move." Her ex-husband whispered, while he continued to examine her carefully.
"Why are you here?" Esme croaked. "I called Marcus."
"It is not very smart to call an architect when you got yourself injured." Carlisle stated. "Now, let me take a look at the wound in your head. I don't think you'll need stitches. Head wounds always bleed a lot."
"Is my Momma very sick?" Senna asked, kneeling down next to her mother on the floor. "You're going to make her okay again, right?"
Carlisle dipped some disinfectant against the blood crusted wound. "I'll take good care of your mother. Can you get me some ice from the kitchen? You can do that, can't you?"
When Senna was gone, Carlisle wiped a bit of blood from Esme's neck. "How did this happen?"
"I had a fight with my date." She murmured. "I kicked him out and he got angry."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe you should try to choose your dates a bit more carefully."
To Carlisle's horror, Esme started sobbing loudly. "I'm so stupid. How can I be so fucking stupid?"
He petted her back and helped her to sit up again. "You're not stupid. I'm sorry this happened to you. When you feel better tomorrow, we can go to the police to press charges."
"Of course, I'm stupid. Men like Royce are out to look for stupid women, women that are stupid and lonely and have kids. Oh my God."
Carlisle cupped Esme's face between his hands. "Breathe. Don't make me sedate you. Everything is going to be okay. I'll keep you safe. I promise I keep you safe."