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Disclaimer: This story will have very harsh at points. There will be heart wrenching moments… I warn you now. You may hate a character or two but I promise no matter how bad it gets … there will be an HEA…. I believe everyone deserves a second chance and so this will be a journey of growth, humility, and finding the simple joys in life… the things that truly matter.
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Chapter 10
Songs for chapter
Erin McCarley- Lovesick Mistake
Jet-Look What You've Done
Four years of growth...
The months following that fateful Thanksgiving dinner were truly wonderful. Relationships were mended and bonds strengthened. We constantly called and made plans, nothing concrete yet, but plans nonetheless.
I spent my time between various activities. My job was completely flexible with my shifts, something I still try to hide from the in love twins. I love them dearly, but playing third wheel just wasn't my style.
I worked, studied, made a few friends in between and had time to get involved with our local soup kitchen. I was constantly striving to make everyone around me…proud.
Not that I doubted they were, but it made me feel whole to see it shining in their eyes whenever my name was spoken.
I spent countless nights with Laurie in the living room, sprawled out with various text books, cramming for tests.
It was our way to prep.
We each had a box of pizza with our desired toppings perched next to us and a fridge full off 'Rock Star's' for me and 'Monster' for her. It was our lifeline when extra cram sessions were needed.
We never abused the energy drinks, but used what we needed to get by.
Peter would complain and worry when days would go by and all he saw of us was the back of our heads, as our noses remained buried in copious amounts of books.
He had his own rituals, which we found hilarious. The boy was never a fail at trying to 'correct' our ways and get us to join his. How a person could burrow himself in his closet, with a flashlight, a case of Bud and pull of a 4.0 GPA blew my mind.
But I guess whatever floats your boat.
How he came to this combo we'll never know, but his grades were always impressive. I guess it works, but just the thought of being crammed in a small space, along with those two and Peter's smelly shoes...just makes me cringe.
So with all our strange yet functional study habits done, term papers turned in and the semester at its end...we left the comforts and heat of Orlando and headed out with Peter, back home.
Our parents were thrilled to see our lot pull in, fully on a whim and giving them the surprise of a lifetime.
We spent countless days in the sun like we had back in Orlando, but now with the added bonus of the sea and its calming breeze. The beaches were gorgeous...miles upon miles of blue along the Florida Gulf Coast. Our days were filled with laughter, BBQ's, and tanning for Lauren.
But for me, the dominating activity was my writing.
The serenity I found, while loosing myself in the lyrics that rose from deep within, freed my soul. My heart recognized and acknowledged the still lingering black hole that took me from time to time. Not that I haven't moved forward, because I have, but the love and memories always taunt me while in solitude.
Now, as I sit here and watch the gentle wave's crash along the shore, I see his smile.
As the sun beats on my skin, lightly caressing...I remember his nose skimming down my throat, leaving trails of fire in its wake.
Taking a deep breath, I shake my head and snap out of these thoughts; thoughts that ultimately bring back nothing but pain.
Suddenly the need to get away became overwhelming. Calling out for Peter, I ask him to come with me. His expression became puzzled as he stared into my eyes. Noticing the need I have within, just from my expression, he quickly obliged without any questions.
Kissing his newly acquired girlfriend on the cheek, he extended his arm out for me to grab. I release a set of giggles that caused his head to snap up to my face and for him to grab my hand and pull me behind him.
"So where we off to B?" he asks while trying to maintain an annoyed façade at my amusement. I point to the small Mom and Pop ice cream shop across the street and he looked back at me, raised an amused eyebrow of his own and gave me a silent challenge.
Lowering my face I let out a heavy sigh and pretended to be upset. Peter always being the worrier tried to pull my chin up and opened his mouth to speak. I didn't give him a chance to before I shove him down to the ground, watching the shocked expression come across his face.
Not that I'm trying to be mean, but I must beat him across the street or I'll never hear the end of it.
The boy is extremely competitive.
He caught on quicker than expected, but before he can stand I'm off and running at top speed and calling over my shoulder, "Had to even out the playing field you cheater!"
His booming laugh is loud enough to scare the little boy building a sand castle to my right. I smile at him and wink, earning an amused chuckle from the handsome man sipping on a bottle of water behind him.
Shaking my head, I laughed too. My victory is extremely short lived as I'm suddenly lifted off my feet and I'm thrown like a sack of potatoes over Peter's shoulder.
So, now here I am, hanging upside down with a joyous Peter claiming victory over what he calls, and I quote, 'my slow ass.'
I laughed over this ridiculousness and let the baboon enjoy his win as he sets me on my feet in front of the store.
"In yo face sweetheart… you make it too easy for me B!" he exclaimed merrily while I watch on with pure amusement. He really is a special man and absolutely perfect for Lauren.
The shop is tiny, but filled to the brim with beach goers searching for an afternoon delight. The line moves swiftly not allowing us too much time to peruse the menu. Unable to make up our minds from all the flavors before us, we decide to let the girl attending us pick and surprise us with three cones of her choosing.
Peter, always the gentleman, paid for our treats. Walking towards the door, we bump into a young couple walking in, hand in hand. Well, more like she had her talons in him, not letting go, where he clearly wanted her to.
Peter clears his throat garnering my attention and saying, "ready to go Bells?" His question caused the man, whose face I've yet to see, to whisper out a small, "Bella," making my body tremble in fright.
I haven't laid eyes on him in years.
Years damnit!
Yet hearing his dulcet tones say my name, takes me back to every kiss, caress, 'I love you' and false promise he ever made.
Peter, noticed my distress, quickly wrapped his arm around my waist and pulls me towards his side to offer his protection. A resounding growl forced my eyes up to meet his angry green ones.
Time stops.
Sounds disappear.
My heart breaks all over again.
The years have been kind to him. His tousled locks still make my hands reflectively twitch. His piercing eyes draw me into their depth, holding me hostage, while all I want is to turn away.
I can hear the murmur of Peter's voice in my ear; as he tried to bring me back…but I'm too lost.
Lost to sensations I'd rather stay buried.
His eyes plead with mine…for what I don't know, but obviously something. The companion, with her sharpened talons from a minute ago, decides at that precise moment to inform us of her presence.
I watch as her hand slowly, yet extremely possessively, lies upon his chest, nailing the final nail to my coffin. On her fourth finger lays an extremely ostentatious diamond ring, a ring that screams 'he's mine and back off bitch.'
My eyes search his once angry ones, finding in them a sadness I've never seen before. The emotion lasts mere seconds before those warm green's ignite, while his fists clench. His body language screams, his possessive desire in my direction as he watches Peter pull me further away.
I had not noticed the fact that the cone I had been holding had fallen.
I never questioned how my body moved, when my legs continuously failed me.
But the desperate look in his eyes as I was carried out while my eyes welled up…will haunt me forever.
I looked into Peter's scared eyes and whispered the one word that would explain everything.
"Edward," was all that was spoken as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. A fire ignited within him. His body was at war over taking care of me or killing him.
He must have noticed the despair behind my eyes as his shoulders slumped and he continued on his way…with me in his arms.
It wasn't until we once again sat at the beach that my body reacted. Everyone tried to garner my attention. They asked questions, offered food, screamed at the knowledge that he was here. It wasn't until Lauren sat by my side and handed me my journal that I reacted.
The lyrics poured from my soul.
Words that expressed everything which verbally I couldn't.
I heard
That you're settled down
That you found a girl
And you're married now
I heard
That your dreams came true
Guess she gave you things
I didn't give to you
Old friend
Why are you so shy
Ain't like you to hold back
Or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue
Uninvited
But I couldn't stay away
I couldn't fight it
I'd hoped you'd see my face
And that you'd be reminded
That for me
It isn't over
Okay so I have a major announcement for you all…NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE ALL EDWARD'S POV! He has so much to say and I'm sure it will take about two chapters to get caught up on where he is now in his life…so put on your big girl panties and put away the knives…our Doucheward is up next!
See u in two weeks….
