Hey guys. I had some free time today, and with that, my imagination started to run wild, so, you're getting another new chapter. :) This chapter came more naturally than the previous one. Why? I have no idea *shrugs* but...here it is...

Some lemons ahead.

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, but who doesn't know that already?

P.s.-I think the previous lemon between Bella and our Assward didn't really satisfy your appetite, and frankly, neither did mine, but I'm doing this slowly, and I hope you'll have some patience before those two really get it on. Hehe.

Okay, enough talking...let's go on with the show...

Chapter 10

She stayed true to her word. Gotta admit,she was a good actor, but then again, so was I. Still, we didn't have much contact, only when it was necessary for both of us to be near each other. For example;lunch. I spent my time avoiding everybody as much I could, but every once in a while, I stayed so not to raise any suspicion. Bella was a smart girl, walking inside the kitchen with a wide smile and a joke, but spending my time around her, I could see just how much she forced her smiles and that closeness between the family. With me? I understood why exactly, but why build up walls around with Esme? I think even Esme figured that out, hell, even my unobservant father figured out something is not right. Unlike before, the time around dinner instead of talks and laughs were now spent in awkward silence. Then, to remove the sullen mood, Bella would plaster a fake smile and tell a joke or few, but even that shit wouldn't work. Esme and Carlisle sometimes shared their news about work, and in those moments I would tune them out. My focus was on Bella, and she knew it. She could feel my stare, still, she kept staring at her plate, finishing in no time, and quietly thanking Esme for lunch, only to get up and without another word, go to her room. And after a few moments, so did I.

There were times in a week where I would stop in front of her room like a pussy, wanting to knock and talk to her, but then again, even if she did open the door, what the fuck would I say? How much I missed being near her presence? That I missed fighting around you about simple, unimportant bullshit that doesn't even matter, yet you give me that,you humor me and throw all that shit back at my face -with a smirk that by now looks so similar to mine- giving more of yourself than I ever hoped.

Then,after a moment, I would gain some perspective back, and think "fuck it." I don't need that bitch. I don't need to hear her smile, or her ridiculously contagious cute laugh that in return would only make me smile. And I certainly didn't need her. Plenty of pussies in the sea.

At times like that, I would call my buddy Ben and leave the house without a second glance, happy to get out. And that's mostly how I've spent my days. School, home, getting drunk, then home again, and the cycle continued.

For brief moments of time, I worried about my mother, and the looks she would give me, knowing what I was doing, and asking me not to, yet knowing I was behaving too selfish to take her advice. On her free day, she even planned a "fun family evening" for us all, only to get paged, along with Carlisle, thus the day changed. Bella, by what I assumed went hiding in her room, while I got ready for another night of drinking.

And so the month quickly passed. The grades I did manage to raise, were once again ruined by me not giving a shit, only waiting for that goddamn bell to ring so I could get out of that boring as shit tedious building.

Thank fuck, tonight was Friday, and that meant only one thing; parties. I was planning on getting drunk so much I knew would get in trouble, as it was usually the case with me,but, if there was one thing I was absolutely sure, it's that my man Ben would make sure to watch my back.

So, once I got home, I quickly changed, putting all kinds of shit on my body so ladies would appreciate my new cologne, not that I needed that shit anyway. I get chicks following me around even without all this shit. And the nastier I get, the more pussies I have. You almost get worried about how with every generation, teenage girls only get dumber, but then again, they aren't my responsibility. They want to get fucked? Yeah, trust me; they do, in every sense of that word.

Knowing my plan, Ben decided to be the designated driver tonight, just like he mostly does.

And yes, like usual, plenty of bitches flew around me, every girl skankier than the other, wanting my attention, yet getting nothing in return. I kept drinking more and more, but in the end, as more shots I took, the more I thought about a certain brown eyed girl, seeing her in every girl, in every smile, every look. I groaned. Fuck,I needed to get that bitch out of my mind. And I knew just the way to do it.

"Hey handsome," Tanya purred, yes, actually fucking purred,like a fucking cat.

I put my famous smirk in place, knowing it's time for some release. And if I could rely on anyone to give me that satisfaction the way I deserved, it would be her.

"Hey Tanya, looking extra slutty tonight, I see."

She heard no insult, just presumed it was a compliment, grinning devilishly at me, trying to flirt.

"Thanks, I wore it just for you." Getting closer, she was tall enough in her heels to whisper in my ear, "I also wore those red thongs you love so much. Wanna see?"

Actually, I didn't give a shit about anything, especially not her thongs, but with a sigh, I quickly took her hand, and went upstairs looking for a room. Most of them were locked, but I found one just as another pair got out, looking freshly fucked. I hesitated a few moments, only to get pushed inside, and thrown on the bed.

Tanya, in no time kneeled in front of me, taking off my jeans, boxers, and putting my dick inside her mouth.

Seeing girls kneeling in front of me was always something that made me hard, enjoying not just seeing my cock in her mouth, but just how much they enjoyed in doing it. Especially Tanya. That girl was all about sucking dicks, no wonder why she was such an expert in doing it. Or as the guys would call her "hoover".

I kept on observing her and the way she took me as much as she could, giving me some kind of a look that was supposed to be hot, but in return, only made me want to close my eyes.

Feeling her taking me all in, I groaned at the pleasure, her tongue swirling around and doing the same shit she knew made me insane.

But the pleasure didn't last long, being constantly interrupted by her annoying noises of something that should be considered sexy.

I tried to think of anything but her, and in moments, my memories took me back to the night where I touched Bella. Touched her soft,silky skin, had her ass in my hands, hearing her erotic moans of pleasure as I kissed and tasted her neck.

Shit, I was thinking about her again. I tried to open my eyes, focusing on anything but her, and just how much she made me fucking hard that night, but as my eyes went back to that bitch Tanya, everything I suddenly saw was brown hair, brown eyes,imagining and hearing Bella's moans instead of Tanya's. Imagining the way she would sound while sucking me off. I knew this was wrong, knew I should stop, but just couldn't look away. She looked stunning,powerful,like a true lioness, giving me that cocky look of hers, only to once again, take me all in, and coming up again, sucking and twirling her tongue around my tip,only to barely-on accident?-graze me with her teeth, just enough to get me over the edge.

I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the pleasure, my orgasm overwhelming me, taking over my entire body.

Lying down on the bed, exhausted, my eyes opened slowly, noticing Tanya looking at me with a passionate look of hatred, and fury instead of her usual satisfying one.

"Who the fuck is Bella?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I don't know where you got that name from, but it's none of your business."

"It is if you're calling out her name while I still have your dick in my mouth!"

"Bullshit. I did no such thing," I said, getting up lightly, as much as my body allowed me, putting my boxers and jeans on, along with my shirt.

"Fuck you! Don't lie to me. Is there some other bitch you're fucking?"

"Hey," I spoke, pure frustration and anger in my voice," You don't have any right to call anyone a bitch, especially not her, got it?! "

"Wait…is that the bitch you left me for when you threw that party at your house? Shit, it is, isn't it?!"

"Shut the fuck up. You don't know a thing about her."

"Awww," she spoke mockingly, "look who has a crush on Whorella."

I harshly took her by her elbow, putting as much fear in my voice as possible.

"I said to shut the fuck up! She is not a whore, and is certainly better than you in every way, and trust me, I'd rather fuck her than spend another moment of my time arguing with a fake, dumb bitch like you."

Closing the door, I heard some yelling, followed by a scream and something breaking. But honestly, I didn't fucking care. I took a bottle of wine from the kitchen and sat outside, taking a few big gulps. The taste was disgusting, but it didn't matter. I wanted to find Ben and ask him if he could drive me home, but I just didn't fucking want to go back in there.

A half of empty bottle later, Ben finally fucking found me. As soon as he saw the condition I was in, he just shook his head, helping me get up and walking with me to the car.

I don't really remember what happened next. I only know that one moment, I heard some guy yelling at Ben and the second, I found myself punching that same guy in the face, both of us fighting for dominance.

The next moment that I remember is being home, in my bed, Esme yelling at me, and Bella actually looking concerned for me, taking some time so she could clean my face properly.

BPOV

"What the hell were you thinking Edward?! Do you know how worried I was for you?! How…" Esme yelled,but got no response. He was too drunk to listen, let along talk.

"Esme…"I interrupted her. "I think I hear something coming from your room."

She groaned. "Oh God, not now."

I tried to be thorough and gentle as I cleaned his blood stained face, but he still managed to cringe. A lot.

"So pretty,"he suddenly spoke, looking right at me, sadness and wonder showing in his eyes.

I didn't interrupt him. This situation reminded me so much of my father, and how over the years, day after day, he would come home drunk, not knowing a thing, not even where he was or how he got here. I knew not to ask any questions, just be thankful he was home, and yet at other times, I hoped he would never come back. Or at least just for a day, come home sober. But that never happened. I struggled with years to accept that this is who my father is now, a drunk and an abuser. I did try to deal with it, until I couldn't anymore. Until I ran away. And yet, here I am again, taking care of Edward the way I swore I never would again for my father.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" I asked him, but of course, didn't get any response.

Taking another light swipe of his cheek, he took my hand gently.

"Why do you keep doing this to me? Why?"

"Do what?" I asked,confused.

"Demolishing al my wals. I've built them for yers, and then you come an puf. Gon."

I remove my hand gently from his. "You're talking nonsense Edward."

He grinned, his sudden bad mood gone.

"Yer just cald me Edwrd."

In spite of his drunk mood, I couldn't stop myself from smiling too, just a tiny bit.

"Yes, I did, Edward."

"I like it wen you say my name. Sounds sexy. Makes m hard."

I grinned at his foolish behavior, shaking my head. "You don't know what you're talking about. You're drunk."

"In vino veritas," he says simply. I frown, not quite understanding what he means by that.

"It's latin for 'the truth is in wine.'"

"Okay smartass, go to sleep."

He grinned. "Only if you sleep with me."

I snorted, taking his shoes off. "Nice try."

I closed his door just in time to pass by Esme. She looked pissed.

"Who was that?"I asked. "Is it work?"

She sighed. "Yeah. I can't believe they called now, but I have no choice. And trust me, I had every intention of giving Edward a lesson or two. How is he?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure by the time you get here he'll still be in the same place. He's fine. His face is a little bruised, but not as bad as it seemed. I'll watch over him,I promise. He'll be fine Esme."

She nodded,relieved."Thank you honey. I hope you'll be free as well, because I have some things I'd like to talk to you too."

That caught me off guard. "Of course."

"Good. I have to get ready. If you need to reach me, call me on my cell. Don't hesitate, whatever it is, okay?"

"Sure. Don't worry."

EPOV

"Morning!"

I groaned from the intense pain. Shit, my head was killing me.

"Please stop talking, I'm fucking dying here."

Opening my eyes cautiously, ready to face the awful, shitty day, I realized there was no sunlight peeking through my window, only soft light. And there she was, lightly sitting at my bed, watching me with a sympathetic, but curious look. I groaned inwardly, ready to ask all about the fuck ups I've managed to get myself into, as I always do. Opening my mouth, I realized that the headache wasn't the only thing that caused me pain.

"Water," I asked, my voice still scratchy, even after I cleared my throat, twice.

She instantly went closer, giving me a tall glass of water that I drank in seconds. Only after returning it to her did I realize just how close she was sitting next to me.

If there was a situation like this happening on any other day, I would be more than happy to proceed further with cocky questions and teasing since most of my dreams- okay,okay...all of them-contained having Bella in my bed sooner or later, but today, I couldn't do nothing but whine from pain like a little bitch.

"Okay," I spoke very slowly, hoping that the pain will be less painful, but no such luck, "So, what happened yesterday? Did I say anything embarrassing?"

She looked at me, still sitting at my bed, but this time,much further from me, a small smile making appearance at the beginning of her mouth.

"What? No answer? You gonna give me the silent treatment?" I asked, then as slow as I am today, I realized why she wasn't talking. "You may talk now."

She grinned. "Thank you. Well, you got really weird last night, kneeling on one knee and asking me to marry you, talking about having a plan of buying us a house where we could live with our 5 kids, so after I said yes..."

"Oh God," I groaned, only to groan once again from the pain. Damn, I was being too damn loud.

"Shit," I cursed silently. "You gotta be fucking kidding me, right? Please tell me you're fucking with me."

She laughed, once again making me shudder. Everything …too…loud. Must...be... quiet...

"Yes, of course I'm kidding. You should have seen the look on your face just now…" She laughed, but this time a little less loud. "Priceless."

I said nothing, but inside, I was fucking relieved.

"So, no cheesiness? That's good."

"Well…" she continued, looking away.

"Oh no."

"Relax. You mostly just spoke Latin to me, trying to be a smart-ass, or maybe just... sexy? I have no fucking idea. Anyway, after you asked me to sleep with you, and I said no, you gave up on me and started snoring."

"Latin?" I didn't know shit about what she was talking about, but one thing was sure, I never spoke Latin in my life.

"Yeah,"she added, furrowing her brows in concentration, trying to remember whatever the fuck I said, and looking kind of cute while doing it-not that I would ever say that to her aloud. Or just how much I missed seeing her smile. Nope. No fucking way. "You started talking something about the truth being in the wine, or some shit like that."

Huh?

"Anything else?"

She thought this through. "No. Nothing else."

"Okay. And for the record, I don't snore."

She just shrugged, not really agreeing with me but letting it go with a flirting smile.

Trying to get up, I had some difficulties, until Bella helped me.

Walking into the bathroom, I finally looked at myself. I didn't look that good to begin with, but been hurt much less than I thought.

"Did I get into a fight?" I asked Bella, as she stood behind me.

"Yeah. It seems by Ben's story that you could've end up much worse if he wasn't there to stop you."

I just nodded. He was one helluva friend.

My left eye got punched, bruises forming around it along with a few more small light bruises on both of my cheeks. The swellings were still there, around my lower lip as well, which was why it was so hard to speak in the first place, but other than that, everything else was okay, including my nose. Looking at my arms, I realized they were in the worst shape.

"Yeah, I tried to help you with that but didn't have much to choose from, so, over the night, I've tried to put some ointment and some ice over them, including your face."

Over the night?

Just then, looking at her directly for the first time, I saw just how exhausted she looked, bags under her eyes the size of Texas. Why Texas? I have no fucking idea, so just …fucking shut up.

Turning around, I murmured, "You look so tired. Did you really just…you actually took care of me?"

She snorted, although it didn't sound as angry as I anticipated. "Of course I did. With your parents working the night shift you had no one but me, and I did the job very well thank you very much."

"You did," I allowed. Taking her hand in mine, I gently squeezed it, hoping she would see just how much that really meant to me.

She nodded while looking away, trying to put some distance between us. I allowed it, knowing all about it. About the walls she kept building up higher and higher, only to one day meet someone who despite your every effort kept pushing them down, breaking them without ever realizing, and you being powerless enough to stop it.

Walking away from my room, she turned her head, saying, "btw, you better prepare for the wrath of your mom and dad because when they do arrive, I'm sure you will not be allowed to get out of this house for years to come."