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Hostage of Love
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~Chapter 12~
Life's Struggles
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If Love Was A Word
I Don't Understand
Simplest Sound With
Four Letters
What Ever It Was
I'm Over It Now
With Every Day
It Gets Better
Are You Loving The Pain?
Loving The Pain?
And With Every Day
Every Day
I Try To Move On
What Ever It Was
Ever It Was
There's Nothing Now
You Changed
New Age...
New Age, Marlon Roudette
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Still, she wouldn't get it. She kept on talking, and then suddenly she yanked him up by his hair as far as she could. Beyond pissed he yelled out a second time. How dare she? His body started dangerously shaking now as he grabbed her wrists, in order to stop her idiotic attempts to get him to sit up. He was close to phasing... so close.
"Jake, stop right now!" he heard her speak calmly and then she did something he didn't expect.
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She was holding him close to her chest, knowing he needed some time to calm down. She told him in a soft voice that she felt guilty, ever since the incident in the market, that she was extremely worried about his state of mind. She also felt small pangs of guilt for treating him so harshly, yeah right. Seeing him that way had simply enraged her, she claimed. His pain would bring back memories she rather would leave in the past.
"Fucking Bella," Leah bluntly announced, causing him to cringe, and he was about to lash out when he heard her apologize. That's all he needed, more fucked-up talk about her right now. But since he heard her attempt to apologize, he left it alone. He already had a hard time holding himself together as it was.
Fighting would only lead to phasing and that was the least he wanted to do right now. He did not want to hear his pack's mind, and he didn't want to have them in his head. All he wanted was to be left alone for God's sake.
His violent tremors slowed down, but he was still shaking, gawd dammit. She then wrinkled her nose and announced that he smelled foul. He growled.
"Sshhh, Jake. I'm here. Let's get you into the shower. That will make you feel much better," she said with concern in her voice.
A few more times, he demanded that she leave already-to no avail. He did not want to deal with anyone, especially Leah.
"I'm not leaving here until you get cleaned up and have a talk with me. Get that into your head." He heard the warning in her voice. "Look at me," she demanded, while she still had his head cradled in her arms. "We are going through this shit together, okay? Right here and right now, Black!"
He shook his head no. He wanted nothing more than to be left alone.
"Let me help you, it's not like I haven't seen your naked ass a hundred times before," she announced with a strong and determined voice.
His wolf started to rumble inside of him again. He knew he had not much of a choice; once Leah made up her mind that was it. He needed to try, just to hear her out so she could be on her way out of his life again.
"Damn, Jake open your eyes already... look at me!" she requested. "You know I care and I worry about you. You are Yuma's daddy, Jake, and we need you!"
He wasn't sure what he was feeling at that moment. His heart still ached in desperation and pain, but at the same time, he felt the need of some basic human contact. There had to be someone who still gave a flying fuck about him, cared if he actually lived or died.
Leah's touch felt nice, her small hand caressing his forehead and his cheek. How much he had missed just such a simple gesture. Maybe there was some hope that he could get out of this deep hole once again.
He allowed her to pull him up onto his feet. He'd gotten so weak that she could shove him towards the bathroom almost effortlessly.
"Get me some fucking aspirin out of that cabinet," he grunted roughly as soon as they made it into his bathroom, all the while Leah, constantly holding him snugly, supporting him. He watched her reach into his medicine cabinet, retrieving his much needed painkiller. He snatched the whole bottle out of her hand as soon as she took it out of the cabinet and tossed half of its contents down his throat, dropping the rest of the bottle carelessly to the floor.
He almost expected her to yell at him for acting like an ass, but of course she ignored his attempts in pissing her off without batting an eye.
She turned the shower faucet on, immediately, steam clouded the small bathroom. "Move it, Jake," she spoke up.
"Alright! Alright," he griped, unsure if he should strip his shorts down in front of her.
She looked at him for a moment, noticing his hesitation, and with a twinkle in her eye, she swiftly ripped his filthy shorts off him and shoved him into the shower, the hot water scolding his skin right away.
Damn! It was all the same to him. Slowly, he began to turn his face into the spray of water, letting the hot water soak his hair and skin.
Leah yanked the shower curtain aside and handed him a new bottle of shampoo and a musky scented soap. "Wash up, Black," she told him with that annoying smirk on her face, "or I'll do it for you!"
"Fuck you!" he muttered, but he would not take it past her, so he quickly went on with lathering his body up with the soap she handed to him.
"You need to shave as well and cut your hair..." she stated and stared at him with her arms crossed over her chest, unperturbed by his nakedness.
Jacob growled and pulled the shower curtain closed. "Damn, Leah! Stop ordering me around already. I get it alright?"
Leah finally left him alone. "Okay, I'm out here for now," she snapped and left the bathroom. A second later he heard her move around his kitchen.
The water felt surprisingly good. He had to admit to himself that he felt much better already. It had been too long since he had cleaned himself up. He was fucking sure that Leah was determined to pull him out of his dark place once more, but he was not so sure or convinced that it would be possible this time. He had lost her again. How could he ever forgive himself to let her slip away for a second time?
He turned the faucet off, simply stood there and let the water drip down his body, noticing his stomach growling violently of hunger. Hurriedly, he loosely wrapped a towel around his hips, forgoing the shave and the haircut.
Leah would just have to deal with it when he sat down to eat like that. He couldn't wait another moment to get some real food into his system. His stomach growled once more at the delicious smell wafting through the house. He was starved.
Soon he sat on his kitchen table in front of a huge plate piled high with eggs, bacon and several slices of toast, slithered with butter and jam. He was impressed, he had to admit, she did surprise him by cooking him such a great meal. He wasn't about to tell her that though.
He scarfed his food down without looking up from his plate, washing it all down with the strong black coffee she had brewed for him.
He, nevertheless, could feel Leah's eyes on him throughout his meal. Her observing glare made him edgy. He really did not want to face her just yet. He didn't need to hear her lecture about letting her go already and to move on. There was a small stream of guilty waves running through him as he simply wished she'd leave him be, leave him to wallow in his miserable life.
"Okay, Black, when are you going to look at me?" she suddenly announced. "I've just about had it. You are going to straighten yourself out and you are going to do so now."
He huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. "You can't tell me what to do."
"Oh, can't I, Jake?" She threw her arms up in the air. "I fucking care about you. I'm not watching you waste away anymore. You feel me?"
He grunted.
"You are a grown man. You have responsibilities and not just to yourself anymore. There are people depending on you. Damn, you have a real job, Jacob! Did you forget about that, too?" She clearly sounded frustrated now, but still she wasn't going to give up.
Yeah, she was not going to let him get away with it any longer, he realized that much.
"Look, I need you, and I miss you! Yuma needs you! Your Pack needs you! You owe it to yourself and all of us to get on with it already." Relentlessly, she kept on talking and pleading with him. She made it hard for him to continue ignoring her. He felt his resolve falter piece by piece.
"Jake..." He suddenly heard her voice so low, that he almost missed it. He could not help it anymore, he finally raised his eyes to hers, and painfully noticed how much she also was suffering. "Jake," she said again. "I... I am so sorry!" She did not need to elaborate, he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Hey," Leah put her hand on his arm, "I brought someone with me who I thought might cheer you up a little."
Jacob raised his eyebrows questioning, a little hope welling up in him. Could it be that...?
"Come with me." She stood up and went into the living room. He followed her walking towards Yuma's crib. "Sit your butt down, Jake," she said and took the baby out his crib, slowly walking back to him.
Jacob got a little tight around the chest, and the feeling got worse when she placed his sleeping son into his arms. Yuma was so warm and soft, and he'd gotten so big. Although, in his arms his baby would forever look tiny. He bent down and inhaled his sweet scent, his heart aching in longing. He had missed his little fella so much.
Ever since Leah came over, he felt on the verge of tears, but now he welled up, and he realized that there was no holding it back for much longer. He sniffed, trying to rein in the burning tears stinging in his eyes. But then, it couldn't get any worse now, could it? Leah had already seen him at his worst. Damn, he was at his worse.
"I think an apology is in order," she murmured and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She sat down beside him. "I shouldn't have talked to you like that the other day. Not in front of other people that is. I'm sorry for that. I'm not sorry for what I said though. Jake, you can't be around Yuma when you're drunk, behave aggressively and smell like hell."
He didn't look at her. He was focused on studying Yuma's sweet face. His eyelids were moving rapidly; he was probably dreaming. He even smiled a little in his sleep. It felt so good to finally hold his son again. His wolf hummed contently, and Jacob leaned down, breathing in Yuma's clean and sweet baby scent again, he could not get enough of it.
"I'm a sorry excuse for a father," he finally rasped. "I wouldn't want any lowlife getting close to him, either. To think that I am the lowlife... that I... Oh God!... It just makes it..." His voice broke and a big sob shook his large frame. The tears he'd been holding back started to flow freely now, he did not hold them back any longer. What was the point anyway?
Slowly, he slid down to the floor, cradling his son closely to his chest. He knew he messed up everything good he ever had.
The sharp pain in his heart was taking his breath away. The realization of losing Bella all over again was crushing every rational thought and reason he had. He wanted to bolt, he wanted to release his wolf and run away from here. He wanted to make it all stop already and end it... end his pain and suffering.
His wolf revolted at his thoughts, and Jacob started to shake violently. In the far distance, he heard Leah gasp out and grab his face. He shook his head, trying to shake her off, but she was holding on to him, talking to him, even though he could not hear her words anymore.
How could he have been so stupid of letting her get away from him again? He needed her like he needed air to breathe. How could he possibly go on now?
Suddenly, Yuma started to wake with a start and began to scream; the piercing cry so loud it was like a slap in his face. It brought him back to reality. His tremors subsided slowly and his tears simply stopped. He stared at his son, worriedly. He felt shame wash over him for what he was putting is son through.
He looked up and noticed Leah's wet face, the pain and worry clearly visible. His eyes fell back down onto his son. He kissed him and tried to calm him down, his body shaking less, and Yuma's cries slowly subsided as the rhythm of Jacob's heart soothed him.
Jacob closed his eyes, visualizing Bella. He knew he loved her, and that he would do anything for her, anything at all, but he could not allow her to ruin his life anymore. His drinking and absenteeism threatened to cost him his job.
He even jeopardized losing his son. He'd fought and worked so hard, trying to find some kind of peace and happiness, even without her in his life.
He also realized that she did not care enough about him to hear him out. She did what she does best, run the fuck out of his life. So be it.
He had to try to get her out of his head for now. But he knew he was not ever getting her out of his heart.
He knew one thing; he would never again risk losing his son. He would be the kind of father Yuma deserved.
Yuma's tiny hand closed around one of his big fingers, bringing it to his mouth. He let his son suck on his finger until a sharp sting made him gasp in surprise. "Hey, he bit me!" he exclaimed and smiled briefly. Watching his son for a while and letting him chew on his finger, he finally looked up, facing Leah. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to lose it like that... I swear it won't ever happen again."
"You need to phase, Jake," she stated matter-of-factly as she peered into his eyes. "You've caged your wolf for far too long. He needs to get out... And you need to run it out.
"Remember, Jake, how I used to run when I was so angry that I couldn't bear it anymore? You have to get it out of your system. Drinking doesn't do shit for you. I've tried it myself. It doesn't work."
He shook his head. "I don't want to phase." He didn't want to have the pack get a look inside his mind, but his wolf stirred, demanding to be let free.
"Come on, Jake. Running will be good for you."
Yuma squirmed in his arms and turned to get a look at his mother. He wailed and reached out his chubby hands, letting go of Jacob's finger.
"You sure are hungry..." Leah cooed and smiled at Yuma while automatically unbuttoning her blouse. "Give him to me, Jake. He wants to drink. I'll let you change his diaper after he is done. How about it, Jake?" She snickered and winked at him.
Reluctantly, Jacob handed Yuma over to Leah, his hand lingering over his son's face, gently stroking his soft cheeks. "Sure, sure."
With a hungry grunt, Yuma latched on. Leah leaned back against the sofa, looking at him with hopeful eyes. "Just go and run now! We will be here waiting for you, then we will have a talk, okay?"
"Whatever," Jacob said, unconvinced and unwilling. But then, his feet carried him through the backdoor, out into the garden. It was spring. Why hadn't he recognized it before? He could smell the scent of melting snow and fresh green. He could hear the gurgle of the nearby river and the tweeting of birds.
Suddenly, running didn't seem so unpleasant. He could always order the others to phase out, right?
Suddenly, phasing was imperative.
He ripped his towel off his hips and he sprinted towards the forest, phasing as soon as he reached the timber line.
And then he ran.
He was picking up speed; he felt like flying though the forest, his surroundings only a colorful blur, an overwhelming mix of scents and noises. He truly enjoyed his powerful wolf pounding his large paws into the ground, the wind rushing by his huge form.
He did not care where he was running to, he just wanted to run forever. He felt better than he had in a very long time. He had denied his wolf for too long.
He really had missed feeling strong and free.
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Bella didn't remember much of her journey back to Phoenix. She recalled getting into the airplane after calling Charlie, letting him know where to pick up her truck. She also recalled sitting next to an elderly woman that occasionally patted her arms with a sympathetic look on her face. She recalled closing the door of her mother's house behind her several hours later.
She might have sat in her mom's living room for hours or days, she simply didn't remember anymore. It was when her mother came in that she came back to her senses.
"Honey, I didn't know you were here. Why didn't you call me?" Renee crouched down beside her, looking at her with worry in her eyes. "Charlie called me. He was pretty upset with you leaving Forks without telling him anything or telling him good-bye..." Renee now discovered Bella's tear-stained cheeks and cried out, "God... baby... What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Oh... Mom... I think I made a huge mistake... I... I..." Bella whispered.
"A mistake, Bella?" Renee wanted to know. "What kind of mistake could you possibly have made that makes you that sad, honey?"
"The usual..." Bella looked at her mother, then wiped across her face with the sleeve of her shirt. "Just being me... you know... making stupid decisions around men. Again..."
"Oh, baby... It's bound to happen when you grow up." Her mom leaned over in attempt to put her arms around her shoulders, but Bella shrugged her off and stood up.
"Yeah, right," Bella muttered. "And I'm the Queen of stupid decisions..." She grabbed her suitcase she'd carelessly dropped next to the door. "I gotta go, Mom."
"Already?" Renee asked, but Bella could hear the elation in her mother's voice. Renee wasn't really the type of mom, who would carefully listen to her daughter's problems and give advice. Too much centered around herself, Renee was just glad when Bella went to talk with her friends about her problems.
"I have to catch some sleep and still need to finish my research paper on congenital hip dysplasia... so, yeah. I need to go. Love you, Mom." Bella hugged her mother briefly.
She entered her tiny apartment half an hour later, unpacked her suitcase methodically and put her clothes in the washer. Then, she dusted and mopped the floor, cleaned the bathroom and sorted through her school books and binders. At last, she went through her apartment taking down each and every wolf picture she had taken in Alaska. She put them away in a box and shoved it under her bed as far as only it would go.
She wanted nothing, absolutely nothing, to remind her of Jake and the night she'd spent with him. It was time to move forward with her life. She had no right to interfere with Jake's life to begin with, and she definitely had caused way too much damage once again.
At the end of the day, she was exhausted and sat down on her bed. Although she didn't want to think of him at all, the memories came without her being able to stop it. Jake's hot body on her...his mouth savoring every inch of her body...Jake inside of her!
A tiny, bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. At least, she would always be able to remember a remarkable first time. That was more than more of her friends could say about themselves.
So far, it was, and that she was absolutely sure about, the best experience in her life. With sorrow in her heart, she realized that she had to start over once again, but this time, she was going to make it permanent. She could only hope that she would find a man - someday - that would be able to compare to Jacob Black. He was so special, and he deserved nothing but the best. She knew her love for him was endless, but she had to let Jake go. He was living his own life now.
He had Leah and his son, and he was the Alpha and maybe even the Chief of the Quileute tribe. It was time to make her own mark in life. She had cried and been weak for a big portion of her life, and she was adamant to change that.
Life was going to get busy for her, she would see to that. There would be school and she was going to look for a job as soon as possible. She would make sure to keep herself busy. She wouldn't allow herself to do much brooding or thinking about...LaPush and him.
Nope! There will be none of that. It's time to take my own life back and make better decisions from now on, she vowed to herself.
Slowly, she walked into her bathroom to wash her face and comb her hair. Since her apartment seemed clean enough, she decided to go get a bite to eat and there was this research paper waiting for her.
Some fast food seemed to do it just fine tonight. Then she would get comfortable in her bed to do some research online for some possible jobs.
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The next few months Bella barely allowed herself to rest. She wasn't sleeping much. When she wasn't studying, she was working at her job at the rehab center for accident victims, or she simply spent her time working on her self-defense techniques.
Slowly, she started to go out with her new friends on a more regular basis. She really took a liking toward Megan, Kat, Kelly and the flamboyant and handsome Matt. Matt was especially sweet, always trying to get her to smile.
She enjoyed their company, they were a fun group of people with different backgrounds and stories, and she knew how much they cared for her. They were easy to get along with, were fun and would get genuinely worried about her. They didn't know exactly what her problems were, but she couldn't hide the haunted look, which seemed to be permanently etched into her eyes, from any of them. She appreciated that they respected her enough to not pry into her life too deep.
More and more, she allowed herself to see the brighter side of life again. She actually noticed that she had started to laugh more frequently and it felt good.
She wasn't happy, but she was content enough. She gave it her best shot to move on.
Of course, there were days when she could not stop herself from thinking of Jake and that fateful night, but she learned to quickly push those thoughts aside.
What she couldn't stop were her dreams. She continued dreaming of the night she had spent with Jake, but the outcome of this dream was often very different. In some of her dreams, she would openly tell him that she loved him and he would tell her that he loved her in return. That was always her favorite dream, but in some of her other dreams, she would control the strong urge and desire to give into her feelings, to have all of him, to allow him to touch her, and they would just be talking.
And then there was a dream when she would simply go back to him and tell him how sorry she was for everything. But her worst dream was when she'd dreamed that he would turn away from her and take Leah and his baby in his arms. Regularly, she would wake up sobbing and crying out for Jake, her heart painfully pounding in her chest.
She missed him so much that it physically hurt. Headaches and stomach pain became her constant companions. She knew that she was pushing herself too hard into her studies, work and whatever activities that kept her distracted, and distracted was what she needed to be in order to make it through a whole day.
Sometimes, Kelly, one of her closest and most caring friends, would tell her that she was working towards a burn-out if she wouldn't stop. But Bella would smile, shake her head no, and tell her not to worry.
Tonight, however, she was dressing up to go out. She felt both excited and nervous about it. After relentless inquiries, Bella had finally caved and would join her four friends for dinner and the movies.
Bella's apartment for once was bursting with life. Laughter and jokes filled her living room, as the girls applied make-up, while Matt gave his opinion about it. He had a very keen eye for beauty after all, or so he claimed. All the preparations ended up being fun as they tried on different outfits.
"Now this is a Bella I'd like to see more often." Megan playfully nudged her, and handed her a pair of white rhinestone strap sandals. "They will look awesome with your jeans."
Taking one look at the heels of those sandals, Bella was glad for taking her yoga lessons. It had helped her get rid of her coordination and balance issues, but still, walking in heels wasn't something she felt very comfortable doing. However, when she saw that Matt was clapping his hands and seemed extremely pleased with her appearance, she decided to go along with it. Their laughter was simply contagious, and she could not help but join in. The evening promised to be easy going and fun filled.
One last look in the mirror told her that she looked pretty good. She was surprised what her friends had accomplished with some make-up and those jeans, which were fitting her perfectly. On top of that Matt had put his magical hands on her hair, and had it styled in a straight chin bob. She was ready to go.
At the movies, she saw a young couple that was so much in love. The woman was pregnant and the man constantly had his hand on her belly. Bella didn't want to but she had to look at them over and over again.
A small part of her had wished that Jake had gotten her pregnant. After all, they had unprotected sex. It was a selfish wish, she knew that. The bigger part of her had been scared. She'd be a single mom without a college diploma. What could she possibly give her child but her love? It wasn't that she could go and tell Jake he had fathered another child. A couple of days later, she'd gotten her period and that was it. Bella believed it was better this way.
Her friend's voice snapped her out of her thought. "Bella? What are you waiting for? Let's go inside!" Kelly linked arms with her and dragged her into the theater.
The movie was only okay. Bella just gave it enough attention that she could laugh and comment at the right places. The point was to keep herself distracted so she wouldn't sit at home and wallow in misery. After the movies, they decided to visit a bar right around the corner to chill out for a little while.
"I swear, Bella. That guy over there is looking at you the whole time," Kat said at some point, nudging her.
Bella shrugged. "You know I don't care, Kat."
"He looks handsome, you know..." Her friend giggled, as she continued to sip from her cocktail. Without being asked for further information, she started to describe Bella's admirer, "He's got blond hair and a slightly tanned skin. He's slim and well dressed."
"Kat..." Bella drawled, irritated, but Kat laughed it off and slipped from her bar stool, walking over to the billiard table.
Bella started to feel uncomfortable and kept her head down, staring at her amber-colored drink in her glass, quickly getting lost in her own thoughts, when she felt someone walking up to her. "Hi," a male voice said, and the movement next to her told her this someone had sat down next to her. "I'm Patrick. Do you come here often?"
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Since the day she had met Patrick, something changed in Bella's life. Patrick's easy going attitude made her realize that she might give 'dating' a try. She might as well try and make the best out of it. She knew that she didn't look for a long, intense relationship or even love. Being with Patrick simply provided a new form of distraction from her heartbreak.
Even when she never would admit it out loud, her confidence got kicked right back down after she had worked so hard to get her pride and self-worth back after she finally had left Edward. But what had happened with Jake... If he had really wanted her, and not only wanted to fuck her for one night, wouldn't he have made her stay?
So she agreed to go out on a few dates with Patrick and eventually shared not only a first kiss with him, she also let him talk her into sleeping with him. Bella felt nothing. No warm fuzzy feeling. No fireworks. No passion. She never even was anywhere near having an orgasm.
Patrick broke up with her a couple of weeks later, stating she wasn't really into it, or into him for that matter, and she actually felt relieved.
After Patrick, she dated Adam, a student from her anatomy class, seeking the attention and physical closeness. It felt good to be wanted. Adam made her feel special. She actually felt attractive and sexy in a way. She also liked the conversations she had with him. He knew how to draw her out of her shell and how to make her laugh on occasion. It seemed like Adam was on a mission, and she truly appreciated his good intentions.
In many aspects he was a good match for her. She enjoyed his company, her friends liked him well enough and he seemed to really want to make their relationship work, but like with Patrick she felt no sparks, no passion when she slept with him.
She knew better. There was no chance that he or anyone else for that matter could ever come close to Jacob. She still dreamt of him and she treasured these dreams, they seemed to keep her sane. She couldn't deny how much she still was in love with him, and that made it impossible for her to open up to Adam completely. She was not ready to let go of Jake.
As on many of their evenings together, Adam started his advances with a wink and his hand traveling up her thigh.
"Adam, I'm not in the mood right now," Bella murmured distractedly. "I still need to finish my paper." She shoved his hand from her leg and concentrated back on her book.
"Come on, baby," Adam said, scooting closer. "I have been horny all evening. You look so sexy in that short skirt. I have waited for you to finish that damn thing for three hours, already. What takes you so long?" He began kissing her behind her ear and being as impatient as ever, took her hand and guided it to his hardened member.
"Adam," Bella hissed, annoyed and pulled her hand away, flinging her pen at her notebook. "You could just wait, you know?"
He cocked an eyebrow, grinned at her and tightened his grip on her legs, trying to spread them open further. "I want you now, Bella," he stated and pulled her in his lap.
With a resigned sigh, she leaned into his kiss, trying really hard not to think of anything or anybody else right now. She hated how she seemed to not be able to feel what she wanted, what she needed to feel.
Adam was trying his best to get her to open up and enjoy his body as much as he enjoyed hers. Soon, she felt Adam slide in and out of her, breathing heavily into her face. It was hard not to simply stare up to the ceiling and count out loud all the cracked ceiling tiles, until this was over.
They suddenly got disturbed by her phone's persistent ringing.
"Wait up, Adam," Bella said and tried to slip out of Adam's arms. "This could be important."
"Almost there, babe." he grunted, and roughly pumped into her two more times, releasing himself quickly, without concerning himself about her needs and completely ignoring her mumbled complaint.
As soon as she felt him stop, she rolled out from under him, leaving him to find his own napkin and dispose of his condom. She was too pissed at him for being a prick in bed - again - to even remotely care.
She quickly hobbled to her desk and pulled her phone out of her bag. The phone stopped ringing until she finally found it. "Damn it," Bella cursed. Feeling the chilly air, she went back to the bed and grabbed her sheet not really caring about Adam's his call of protests
She realized the relationship with Adam would never work out, and all of her anger unloaded. She picked up his tee shirt and threw it at him, his jeans followed, then his shoes. "There's the door. I've had enough of you!" she yelled. "Leave! We are so done!"
Adam took his clothes and put them on in haste. "What's gotten into you?"
Bella growled. "You! That's what!"
The phone started ringing again, and she checked the screen impatiently. She didn't recognize the caller ID, but whoever was calling, it seemed to be important. A little tingle went down her spine.
"Let's talk this out, Bella. Whatever I did to upset you, I'm sorry, you know," Adam said, but Bella silenced him with a dead glare.
"Out. Now!"
She closed and locked the door behind him, and hesitantly put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
"Hey," a female voice at the other end of the line said, causing Bella to instantly feel dizzy as she felt her blood draining from her head. She knew that voice all too well.
"It's Leah. I think we need to talk!"
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~oOo~
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