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So this chapter has a few lemons, a bit more explanatory than some may like so if you don't like sexual acts do not read the flashback ! Hope you enjoy this! Don't forget to favourite and follow my story because there are lots more to come! I promise. My updates might not be as regular as some may like but I make my chapters fairly large so it's hard to update very often. I am thinking of shortening chapters to update more often, comment what you think. If you like the long chapters though, let me know !

Chapter 7: The Player

BPOV

Work sucked, as usual. I sat at the counter by the cash register dealing with the very few number of customers that came in. I had too much time to myself to think and that's not something I wanted to do. I went up to Nancy and asked if I could do some homework at the counter, I had a ton and there weren't many customers tonight anyways. She didn't mind because she knew that we were expecting many people to come in and she knew I would stop what I was doing to help customers if they came in anyways.

I worked on my chemistry because I knew that if I didn't get it done Mr. Elgins would make us do some ridiculous partner project that had to be done in a short amount of time. I didn't want any reason to have to talk to Edward tomorrow. I don't think I could deal with it, I didn't have the energy in me to do so. I sat doing my homework for hours, moving on to other subjects and finally drawing in my sketchbook because there was nothing left to do. No other customers came in and when it was time to close I got it done in no time, said goodbye to Nancy and left in a rush to get home to my bed.

I started my mustang and drove home in a rush, I didn't want any tickets so I kept the speed to a number that wouldn't grow suspicion. It was Forks though, and cops didn't really hang around looking for speeders so I wasn't too worried but that was the last thing I needed tonight. I got home in record time and ran up to the door, unlocking it and locking it when I was inside. The house was quite, it was almost midnight and I realized how hungry I was. I knew my stock of food and drinks were dwindiling in my bedroom so I ran to the cupboards and grabbed some snacks and some water bottles. As I went to go up the stairs I heard someone at the top. I silently cursed because I really didn't want to deal with anybody.

"Is that you Bells?" I heard my dad's scruffy voice whisper. I had to admit I was glad it was him and not my mom, but I didn't really want to talk to him right now either.
"Yeah dad, just got home from work." I whispered to him.
"Got time to talk?" he asked in what seemed to be an upset voice. I hated saying no, but I really needed to sleep for school tomorrow. I didn't sleep well last night and if I didn't sleep I was going to look like even more of a zombie.
"Uh, I should really sleep dad.. I have school in the morning. Can I take a rain check?" I asked as nicely as I could manage.
"Uh…" he scratched as he balding head. I realized I hadn't seen or even talked to my parents much in the past two weeks other than the encounter I had with my mom this morning. "I guess that's okay Bells. Sleep tight" he said in his scruffy tired voice and scrambled off back to their bedroom. I wanted to spit.

That bedroom shouldn't be classified as theirs anymore. It should be my dad's. He should kick my mom's sorry ass out to the curb or she can go stay with that other man. He didn't deserve this; my dad was the best man I've ever met. He was kind and smart and he didn't put up with anything. I debated calling him back to talk. Just to tell him about mom, but it truly wasn't my secret to tell. My mom would have to come clean with it eventually and when that happened. I wanted front row seats. My dad was a very even headed man, until you make him very angry. I'd only seen him angry once, and that was when some kid tried to break into our house, and that wasn't a picture I liked to have in my head.

I snapped out of my daze and rushed off to my bedroom, arms still full of food and water. I dumped it all in the basket I had in the corner that was near empty and went to my bathroom. I jumped into the hot water after a long day, letting it wash away all the grease and grim that had accumulated in my hair and pores. Loving the feeling of the water pelting on my back. All too soon the water ran cold and I had to get out and hopped into my comfiest nightgown I owned. I knew they were unattractive and hung off my body in all the wrong ways, but for sleeping they were blissful. It's not like anyone saw me sleep anyways, I wasn't too worried about flattering the men in my dreams because I was always in sexy clothes, with done up hair and not one scar on my body. An image that was left for only my dreams.

I slipped under the covers, and waited for sleep to consume me. it was close to one in the morning now, and I couldn't wait to sleep. I dreaded having to wake up, but the sleep would bring the only time where I was truly happy. My brain had opposite needs tonight, on a nonstop track of memories and words. As much as I just wanted to pass out, I found myself awake for nearly an hour staring at the ceiling. I thought of the times when I was happy, when my parents weren't together, but they were both happy in their separate lives. When I could walk outside in a tank top and be fine with it because I accepted my body and the hardships that came with life. When did that stop? When did I start caring so much about what people thought? When did the hardships become so much I couldn't handle them?

I tried to answer my own questions, but finally blissful sleep started to overtake my mind. The memories got cloudy, the words came slower. I couldn't stay focused on the ceiling anymore because my eye lips kept drooping shut. I couldn't fight the exhaustion that was overtaking my body. I also couldn't help the images I saw right before I fell into unconsciousness. The images of Edward Cullen's beautiful face. The way he played piano for me. the way he was crouched down as I drove away from him, the way he yelled at me in the library, and the way he snuck a glance but avoiding me. I couldn't help but think of the way he looked at me that first day. I couldn't help but realize, as much as I hated Edward Cullen. I loved him even more.

EPOV

I lost track of time playing the notes that came to my mind. They flowed freely from my fingertips and I enjoyed the rush it gave me. The sun had set hours prior and I still sat playing song after song that I use to play when I was a kid up to now. I don't know how my fingers weren't sore; I don't know how my butt wasn't numb. All I could say was that this was part of who I was and that made this worth any pain that it could give me. I got bored of playing the songs I already knew eventually and I pulled out some paper and starting composing. I never had time to do this anymore because I never played at home. I use to compose songs all the time when I sat at my grand piano and my family would sit around and watch.

That was before I started to hate them. That was before my mom was home all the time, my dad started pressuring me to become a doctor instead of a musician and when Emmett became the football jock he was today and had people over a the house every chance he got. I never got time to sit at home and play anymore and that bugged me. I couldn't compose with noises and Emmett and his football friends were far from quiet. I tried to get my mother to get them to go somewhere else but she was so happy to have people to cook for she snuffed me off and told me that I could use the piano while they were watching the football game. I was on the football team the past two years, I played lots of sports, but I didn't get along with the guys on the team. They stayed out of my way because they knew I was good, and I stayed out of their hair and didn't try to join in after the games in the team events because I didn't get along with them. I had grunted and left that night. That was the first night that I used a girl for sex.

"Hey Jess" I said smoothly into the phone. I needed her right now. I might seem like a dick but her pussy was waiting for me to pound it and I knew she wouldn't complain.
"Eddiiieee! Are you coming over! I will meet you out front" she said in a purr. I hated that nickname, I hated Jessica's voice, the only this I actually liked about her was how easy she was. I put up with the nickname because I knew if I argued she wouldn't meet me out front anymore.
"Yep, be there in five sexy" I said casually as I hopped into my car and drove off.

I got to her house in no time, it wasn't far away and there wasn't any cops out at this time because it was dinner time. In such a small town all the cops usually went home for dinner and headed back to their shift afterwards. I knew not to pull into the driveway because he parents didn't like it when she had people over, so parking just down the street and sending her a text was out usual routine. She was there in seconds. She was hardly dressed, a skirt that showed the bottom of her sexy ass cheeks and a strapless top that barely covered her nipples, let alone the rest of her tits. I licked my lips and I knew she saw it. she gave me the smile that means she wanted this just as much as me.

"Where do ya want to go Jess?"
"Well I think having sex on the picnic benches at the park sounds fun…" she trailed off. I hit the gas and drove towards the only park in forks. It was a cold afternoon so I there weren't any kids running around, and there was no people taking walks. It was deserted. I got out of the car and by habit walk around to open the door for her. Sure she was one of the biggest sluts in Forks high, but I was raised to treat any women with respect since a young age, so now It came naturally. She always loved when I did that, she knew she was a slut herself, but every girl wants to be treated well by a gentleman, no matter how much they give up.

I didn't wait for her to strip. I got her to the table and hiked up the skirt over her hips. I knew she would be dripping for me because hell, look at me. I shoved my fingers deep into her and she cries out and arches her back. I smile. I love the noise of a woman's pleasure. I use my other hand to yank down her top to expose her bare breasts and capture one of her nipples in my mouth and pump my finger in and our of her as I suck hard on her nipple. I have her panting in seconds starting to clamp around my finger. I never had problems with bringing a girl to release, and I loved to do it. not for her, it made sex so much better afterwards because she would be sensitive.

I knew every little thing Jessica loved. We had dated before, kind of I guess. We classified it as dating but we never went out, we just fucked. A lot. I learned every little thing to do to her body to make her a quivering mess beneath me, and she knew how I liked my sex to make it as pleasurable for both of us. I felt her starting to clamp around my fingers and she was moving her hips in rhythm to my fingers thrusting deep inside of her.
"GOD YES!" she screamed. she moaned over and over and started shaking. Her hands were turning white from gripping the side of the picnic table. I switched nipples and started biting at them and down and up to her collar bone. She was shaking and trying to hold back. She knew what I needed. She wasn't allowed to cum until I told her too, if she did before hand I refused to have sex with her. She was shaking more now pleading with me.
"Edward plleassee! I need to, I cant hold out… UGH!" she screamed as she tried to hold it in. "Please Edward!" she screamed again.
"not yet" I whisper in her ear. I feel her shake beneath me but feel her sharp jerky nod.

I knew I shouldn't do this to her, I shouldn't make her suffer like this. But I was just so angry I had to do something. Besides, she would get her pleasure in the end and it would be intense. I could feel her breathing slow. She was trying to hold her breath to play it out. I take my finger totally out of her and stop kissing her. She cried out.
"Edddiee! I'm so close! PLEASE DON'T STOP! I haven't came yet, just like you ask. Im holding it out. just PLEASE. DON'T. STOP." She begs me. I love to hear her beg. I kiss her mouth and all of a sudden thrust my finger deep inside of her again.
"CUM" I growl. I trust my finger deep again and again, feeling her start to clamp down on my fingers. She screamed out her release as she falls back against the table with her back arched and her mouth open. Her face is red, and her body has a layer of sweat coating it. I barely let her calm down before I have a condom on and have my erect member shoved deep inside of her.

I hear her sigh and then moan. I start to move fast. I didn't want to be out all night and I wanted my release fast. She knew not to touch me, she wasn't allowed to touch any part of my body unless I told her too. She did good, lying back against the table screaming as I pounded into her. Her hands fumbled for something to grab, setteling with the sides of the picnic table again. Sweat started to form on my forehead but I pushed in faster and faster as she moved her hips to meet with mine. I grab her hips for leverage and push in a few last times before exploding my release with a grunt. She moans as I feel her clamp down against me again, coming fast and hard again with me. I pulled out, took off the condom and through it in the nearby trash. She was still lying down on the table, skirt and shirt bunched together on her stomach.

"Come on, I got to get home, fix yourself and lets go" I say, still a little out of breath.
"Oh god Eddie, that was soooo good, I can't wait till next time" she purrs in my ear as she fixes her garments. I chose not to say anything. I never guarantee there will be a next time, but there probably will be. It's such a great way to relieve built up stress and frustration, and she knew exactly what to do to make sure I get off hard and strong. Perks of fucking a slut, she knew that guys didn't care for them, they just wanted release. I felt bad for her sometimes, having such low self respect. But thinking about it, I didn't care. She gave me exactly what I needed, and I made sure she was satisfied at the same time, I couldn't say much for all the other guys. I doubted they ever gave her release when they used her body, but it's her own problem when she wasn't with me. We got in my car and I drove her home, on the way home I couldn't wait to play my piano. Hoping Emmett's football goofs were gone home…

I should leave. It was late and I knew my mom would be worried. I cleaned up my mess in the music room, packed the couple new songs I had started to write into my bag and locked the door on my way out. The school seemed so weird when nobody else was here. It was quiet and only the emergency lights were on, and my footsteps echoed down the hallways of the school. I got to the exit quickly. It was different than during school time where you had to push and shove and avoid everyone to get out the doors. I liked this better, being here alone with no worries. I walked to my Volvo, shoving everything in the back and getting out of the rain as quick as possible. The only thing I didn't like about this town was that it rained all the time, a little rain was fine, but when you were constantly a soaked rat it could get a little frustrating.

I got home and was thankful when the house was quiet. I could hear Esme and Carlisle upstairs talking in his study and Emmett's car wasn't in the driveway so thankfully he wasn't home. I put my bag down and went right to the grand piano that sat in the corner of the large living room on the main floor. I started replaying the songs I had composed at the school. The notes flowed through my fingers like they were songs I'd played plenty of times before. They sounded much better coming from my grand piano than the cheap one at school. I loved the sound. It wasn't long before Carlisle and Esme were downstairs on the couch listening. I hadn't played at home in a while; mom even asked me the other day if I had stopped playing all together. I could see them smiling out of the corner of my eye, I knew they thought I was getting into bad stuff, but there wasn't anything to do. I think they thought this would solve all the issues I had.

I stopped after I played for a while and just sat staring at the keys.
"Edward honey, did you write that?" my mom asked as she rubbed my back.
"Yeah" I mumbled, not wanting to talk about it.
"It's truly a work of art son, I am proud of your musical talents" my dad said. I wanted to laugh; he didn't care if I loved music. He wanted me to be a doctor like him, but I didn't know if I wanted to do that. I loved music; music was my passion.
"Yeah, just song stupid song thought" I said as I pushed the bench backwards. I gathered my things and stormed off towards the stairs.
"Edward! Please, play some more for me!" I heard my mom yell with an exasperated sigh. I turned around and smiled at her and ignored my father all together. I slowly walked up to the third floor, getting to my bedroom and locking the door behind me.

I stripped down to my underwear and got into bed loving the cool sheets. I tossed and turned for a couple hours, but eventually sleep overtook my. I didn't wake up once through the night, I enjoyed the deep sleep but I couldn't help but have the images of Bella Swan pass through my head right before I slipped into unconsciousness.

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