August
CHAPTER – 9 REPRECUSSIONS AND THREATS
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison – My Chemical Romance
In the middle of a gun fight...
In the center of a restaurant...
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me,
Like a bullet through a flock of doves...
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life...will never be the same.
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer!
[Chorus]
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us,
Well, I can't...well, I can!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish,
I'll kiss your lips again.
They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost,
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups (in drag)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!
Well, I miss my mom,
Will they give me the chair,
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare;
Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen!
[Chorus]
To your room...
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, "So long..."
Well, I don't remember,
Why remember...YOU?!
Do you have the keys to the hotel?!
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire! (FIRE!!)
Life is but a dream for the dead,
And well I, I won't go down by myself,
But I'll go down with my friends.
Now now now now... (I can't explain)
Now now now... (I can't complain)
Now now, yeah!
EPOV
The shit storm began two days after I got out of the hospital. Two fucking days of peace and quiet before the drama had to start up again. Bella spoiled me, as usual. I either lounged on the couch or lay in bed. She would snuggle with me and we'd watch movies or she'd read to me.
I loved hearing her read her favorite books. She always started reading with a slight influx in her voice but once she got into the book, her voice would change and become more passionate - reflecting the emotions of the characters. She cooked and baked like a madwoman; I had a lot of fun watching her flit around the kitchen, mixing and cursing. She ended up with more ingredients on her pants than in the bowls but the final product was always amazing, and I ate as if were my last meal on death row.
I was taking advantage of this grace period; I could eat whatever I wanted and gain as much weight without caring. Jasper's gonna shit a brick when I step on a scale in a few weeks. I snickered at that thought and Bella looked up at me from the crook of my arm. We were currently lounging on the couch, mid-afternoon, and just being together. The apartment was silent and I felt calmed by her steady breathing against my chest. It sucked asshole that we couldn't have sex. The doctor explicitly forbade any activities that would raise my heart rate.
Cock-blocking bastard.
I ran my fingers through her hair and hummed in contentment. Her nails scratched over my stomach in lazy patterns and I smiled up at the ceiling. I could do this. I am doing this. This is good. I like this. Another snicker escaped me and Bella raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"You're my girlfriend."
"Uh, yeah, I guess I am."
"You're my girlfriend."
She laughed and patted my stomach.
"Yes, Edward, and you are my boyfriend."
I was trying really hard not to giggle like a little girl.
I give up. You don't have balls anymore. Your testosterone has been switched to estrogen and at any moment, your Adam's Apple is going to disappear. We can officially start wearing Bella's panties while we're at it.
"Bella Swan is my girlfriend."
"You can say it any way you want but it means the same thing. What has gotten into you? Do I need to take you off those pain pills?"
"Oh shut up. We haven't even gotten the script filled. I'm allowed to be happy about this. Stop killing my buzz."
"Your buzz?"
"Yes, my 'Bella Swan is my girlfriend' buzzzzzz."
"You got hit too hard on the head, didn't you?"
"Shut the hell up. I'm…uhh….I'm….what's the word girls use when they like someone and they freak out about it?"
"Being stupid?"
I glared at her in mock anger. She giggled and I wouldn't have been able to stop the grin on my face with duct tape and superglue.
"What's the word, Bella?"
"I don't know. I've never needed to use it."
"What about now, do you need to use it now?"
"Maybe; but if I did, I wouldn't tell you. It would be my word first."
"You're claiming words now?"
"Yeah, I am. Edward Masen 'fighter extraordinaire' might be my boyfriend, but Bella Swan is the queen of diction and she can claim words. Especially ones you don't know."
"I know what the word is, I just can't remember it."
"You lose then."
"I don't lose…you're kinda stressing me out right now. Just tell me the fucking word."
"Oh, that's low. Bring up the whole stress thing. Asshole. Fine, I'll tell you the word. It's – "
Three loud, obnoxious knocks against my door interrupted us. I sighed in frustration and tried get up, only to have Bella shove me back down on the couch and go to the door. My jaw snapped shut just as I was about to tell her she to make sure and look through the peep hole first; something told me that wouldn't go over too well. I heard the door open and Emmett's loud, annoying voice filtered into the apartment. I sat up on the couch, rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands and groaned.
Too fucking early for this shit.
"Edward! My man! How's the old noggin doin'?"
I cringed at his excessively sharp voice.
"Not so hot right now with all your yelling."
"Sorry. So, I came to tell you that I've talked to King's people."
"And?"
"King is denying any knowledge of rigging the fight. He relays his condolences and has agreed to a re-match. Oh, and he cut the check for our 50 G's." Jasper stated.
I looked over my shoulder to see him lounging against the wall behind the sofa. Looking all smug at Bella. I gritted my teeth. His hostility was pissing me off. Yeah, she was pissed about it but dammit, it wasn't his place.
"Watch yourself, Jasper."
He looked at me with raised eyebrows for a moment before sighing and nodding at me. I turned my attention back to the coffee table and rubbed my temples. I was getting a migraine now. This afternoon was quickly becoming shot all to hell. Bella came up and rubbed my shoulders softly.
"Do you want me to get your script filled?"
"Um, yeah do you mind?"
"No, not at all; I'll go now and it won't take me longer than an hour."
She kissed my neck and grabbed her wallet before starting for the door.
"Take the Volvo!"
"No!"
I rolled my eyes, grinning at her stubbornness as I leaned back against the cushions on the couch, wanting to find out what really happened with King.
"Dude, you let her drive the Volvo?"
"Well, Emmett, I'm trying. But she won't do it. She has some kind of sick love for that rusted piece of shit she calls transportation."
"Hey, if that thing were fixed up, it would be awesome. It's a classic!"
"Whatever. So, tell me what really happened."
Emmett fell into the armchair across from me and huffed before starting.
"I called King and asked for a meeting. He told me to come over to his 'office' at the marina this morning at 9. When I got there, James was training with that asshole, Jacob. I informed King that we knew of the rigging and he denied knowledge of the drugs. He was excited about the prospect of a re-match. We have roughly two months to get you into shape. But that's not the bad part. The thing is…James had a word with me. He's not too happy with King and his tampering. He actually wants to win fairly. He also wanted me to deliver a message to you."
"What Emmett?" I was getting impatient.
"He said…and I quote 'Tell Eddie that his little lady is a firecracker and that when I wipe the canvas with him, I'll be claiming the real prize.' Dude, he's kinda…obsessing over Bella. I don't know what happened after the fight the other night but he looked….crazy."
I took a deep breath. This was not good. James was obsessive. The fact that he was envisioning Bella as a prize was not good. James did whatever he could to get what he wanted. This was not optional. I knew that if I did somehow manage to lose this rematch, Emmett and Jasper would have my back where Bella was concerned but they were only two men and James had King on his side. No, this was not good at all.
"She is not a trophy to be won. She's mine. This is bullshit."
Jasper, always the calm one, interjected.
"We would never let anyone hurt Bella. Despite the problem I have with her attitude right now - "
"Which you need to rectify on your own. Bella has every right to feel the way she does. Your asshole behavior is pissing me off."
"…despite that, you know we would protect her if anything happened to you -"
"So you and Emmett are going to take on James, King, and all of Humpy Dumpty's Men? I think not. The only way this works is if James looses. You know this. The only peace of mind I have right now is knowing that he won't do a damn thing until after the match. If she's a prize, he'll wait 'til he thinks he deserves it."
"What's the plan of action then?" Emmett asked. He was watching mine and Jasper's exchange like a tennis match with a gasoline soaked ball and flaming rackets.
"We do what we always do. We train. I prepare. I need to make sure I'm ready for whatever James has to throw at me. And we don't mention this to Bella; she doesn't need the stress right now."
Jasper threw down a yellow envelope. I didn't need to open and count it to know there was thirty-thousand dollars inside.
"We start training in two weeks. Light work - nothing hard, just getting your heart used to the rhythm of things again. I'll go over the schedule with you sometime later this week."
I nodded at Jasper and Emmett stood to leave.
"Jasper…drop the stupid shit with Bella. We're over it; you are, too."
He gave me a strange look before shrugging his shoulders and turning to leave.
A few minutes later, Bella was back home and prancing into the living room, effectively lightening my mood. I went from pissy and disgruntled to vibrating with happiness.
She tossed a bag of pills on the coffee table and plopped down next to me. I pulled her onto my lap and leaned back down on the couch, trying to lay us the way we had been earlier but she was squirming too much for me to do that without hurting her.
"What the hell?"
"You're tickling me."
"Really?"
"Don't Edward. I really don't wanna do this right now. I'm serious."
"You're serious?"
"Edward!"
I curled my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and stomach and was rewarded with a giggle and high pitched squeal. Her face flushed as she tried not to kick and thrash around. I laughed and wrapped my arms around her, holding her over me tightly. We caught our breath and I rubbed my hand over her stomach, underneath the shirt.
"Bella?"
"Yeah?"
"Did anything happen after the fight with you and James?"
I felt the vibration of her groan against my shoulder and tilted my head, looking down at her.
"What happened?" I was not amused. She should have told me if there was an altercation.
She mumbled into my arm and I didn't make out anything she said.
"What?"
"I said, I might have yelled at him andthenslappedhim."
"Wait, what was the last part?"
"I said, I might have yelled at him and then slapped him."
"You what?!"
I sat up on the couch and she slid down to rest on my lap. I was…at a loss. What the hell?
"I was upset! He cheated! I knew he cheated! I mean, you were lying there on the mat and then Emmett and Jasper had to carry you out! You had blood coming out of your mouth! And I was scared and angry and I didn't mean to hit him I just…I mean…I just did. I was so mad…Please don't be mad at me."
"Does James know that you know about the tampering?"
"Um…well…yeah, I think so."
"Shit. Bella….fuck…you shouldn't have done that. You really…dammit Bella, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Well I mean, Emmett told King about it and so that means that Jasper and I would obviously know. It's not like it hasn't been talked about."
"Yes, but it would make sense that you mentioning it right there after the match means that you know it was done. They're going to…you might not be safe now. Fuck. Bella, you should have told me about this sooner. You should have come to me with this. This changes a lot of shit."
She looked crestfallen; so upset that I was mad at her. I swallowed hard, trying my damndest to not be mad at her. She was upset and irrational. Hell, I would be too if it were her so I can understand that - but fuck if she didn't just put a target on her forehead and don a shirt that says 'Easy Kill'.
I grabbed her up and held her close.
"Look, I understand, I do. I know why you did it but you have to think before you do shit like this. You keep getting yourself into trouble when you get upset and I can't lose you right now. So just…if anything happens - anything else at all, you have to tell me. Okay?"
"Okay, I will. I promise."
"Alright. I'm not mad at you, okay? I'm just…this is going to be problematic. You're going to have to be careful and watch out for people now."
She nodded and we laid back down, her back to my chest and my arms around her rib cage. My head was spinning with thoughts. That explained the 'firecracker' comment James had made. That explained his sudden interest in Bella. He found her brass appealing. Hell, so did I but shit, this was bad. This just turned James' obsession into a cemented thing. He wanted to take me out and teach Bella a lesson. I knew exactly what was going on in his warped head. Fucker always wanted whatever I had and this made shit ten times worse.
Bella jarred me out of my thoughts.
"Let me up so I can get you a glass of water for your medicine."
"I feel better now; I don't need to take it."
"Are you sure? You looked kinda out of it earlier…"
"That was earlier when I was being annoyed by Emmett and Jasper, now I'm alone with you and I don't need it."
She rolled over onto her stomach and faced me, looping her arms around my shoulders and running her hands through my hair. I groaned and pushed my head into her fingers until she started to scratch. I resisted the urge to shake my leg.
"Uh huh, whatever you say. Just let me know when you need a pill and I'll get it for you."
I grunted and reached a hand out for the remote, fumbling with the buttons until it turned on. It was sad that I couldn't even find the power button when she scratched my scalp. We laid there for a few hours, laughing at the jokes and yelling at the stupid stuff. Her toes wiggled between my calves and her breasts pressed into my ribs. I really needed to find that doctor and kill him. No sex for two weeks was a stupid fucking idea. Regardless of how horny I felt, I was getting sleepy laying here and felt my eyes lulling shut just as there was a sharp tapping echoing in the apartment.
One guess as to who that belongs to…
I groaned and tightened my hold on Bella; burying my face into her neck.
"Edward, let me up. I have to get the door."
"No, she'll go away."
"She?"
"Yes, Alice will go away. I'll write her a check for rent later."
"Oh, well here, let's just do it now."
I grumbled when she moved over me to stand and crossed my arms over my chest to pout. She will have to learn the hard way about Alice. Ugh, she'll be here forever when she sees Bella.
I heard the locks turn and pricked my ears to hear what was going to be said.
"Hello." Bella, ever the polite one.
"Um, who are you?" Alice, ever the blunt one.
"I'm Bella, you must be Alice. Come in, please. I'll get Edward."
I heard Alice's heels clicking on the floor before she hit the rug and had to lock my muscles to prevent myself from burrowing into the couch and pretending she didn't exist.
"Hello, Alice."
"Edward dear, is there some reason why I haven't met Bella yet?"
"Yes, there is a really good reason why you haven't met Bella yet."
"And…"
"Because I want her to stay around."
She huffed and I saw her come around the couch, arms crossed and hair going everywhere. She tapped her foot and I noticed the exceptionally bright color of her purple shirt. It made my eyes hurt.
I reached over onto the coffee table for the envelope that Emmett left here earlier and pulled out the rent that I owed her for the next six months, feeling far too lazy to find my checkbook.
"Here, now go away. I'm tired and ailing and I need to my nurse to give me a sponge bath."
"That's just wrong. And now I'm ignoring you. Nasty ass. So, Bella, how long have you and Edward been together?"
"Um, a few weeks I guess."
"Three months next week." I interjected.
Alice looked between us and that evil conniving grin spread across her face. Shit.
"So Bella, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime and have a girl's day? There aren't many women in the building around my age who like to do stuff like that and I promise we would have fun. We can go shopping, and get our nails done, and oh, you have to let me fix your hair! It's so pretty but you could use some layers and-"
"She's perfect just how she is, Alice. Don't do this right now. Sorry, Bella, she thinks she's my mother. Alice, you have my rent. Go hound the other tenants."
"I'm ignoring you Edward and I didn't hear Bella complaining."
"You didn't hear her agreeing either." I countered.
"Please? Say you'll come shopping with me?" Oh no, it was the face. The face that got me and Emmett to help her move that stupid couch up four flights of stairs. The face that got me to fix her sink and the face that convinced me to paint her living room that horrid orange color. It was the face of doom and Bella didn't stand a chance. I thought for a moment about tackling Alice before she could unleash it fully, then I thought about shielding Bella's eyes but I already knew it was too late. The shine and gloss was already covering those gray irises and her lashes were already batting away. It wasn't long before the pout came out and her shoulder started to shake a little. She was good. And like clockwork, Bella fidgeted and looked down.
Too late, baby, she's got you.
"Ummm…well I don't mind going with you but I'm not much of a shopper and I already have everything I need…so, I mean I can go with you just don't expect me to really get anything."
I did a double take. She just confounded Alice. I felt the grin spread across my face. Alice got her way but not all her way. But my victory was quickly stolen. Evil troll.
"Bella…no offense…but it kinda looks like you need some help. I mean, those jeans look like they've seen better days and you're wearing a 'Ring' t-shirt. Sweetheart, you need some color in your life."
I sat up and leaned back against the sofa and looked at Bella. I mean I really looked at what she was wearing. Come to think of it, she always did wear the same thing. I've only ever seen her in a few different pairs of jeans and some t-shirts. I scrunched down my eyebrows in concentration and then whipped my head over to the corner of the foyer where our shoes were sitting. I had three pairs of tennis shoes and some sandals against the wall. There was only one pair of sneakers that were Bella's. How did I miss this? I shot up off the couch and marched into the closet. I could feel Bella and Alice hot on my heels.
I walked right into the closet and pulled open the dresser that I had cleared out for her. The one in the bedroom was big enough for all my clothes that didn't need hanging anyway. The first drawer I yanked open contained four pairs of jeans folded up on the left and a pile of shirts on the right. I shut it and moved on to the drawer above it. It was full of panties, bras, socks, and undershirts. Then I went down to the third drawer. Empty. The fourth. Empty. The bottom drawer…empty. I felt really stupid, and I was getting angry. I whipped around looking at the shoe caddy on the floor. Nothing. I glanced up at the hanging clothes around me and saw two sweatshirts and a dress shirt that wasn't mine. I looked over to see Bella's wide eyes as she stood in the closet doorway.
"Is that all the clothing you have?"
"Um, well I haven't had a chance to get anything else, and I don't really need anything else so…"
"So, Yes? That's all the clothing you own? What else do you need?"
Oh, she's getting pissy now. That little cleft was in between her eyebrows and her cheeks were flushing all splotchy. She was getting really pissed. I wonder if Alice's presence would save me from dying or at the least being horribly maimed. I might need an athletic cup, too. I wonder if I still have one of those.
"If I need something, I'll buy it myself. I don't happen to need anything right now."
"You don't even have a cell phone. This is ridiculous. You need more clothes and shoes…Bella how can you only have one pair of shoes? What happens if something happened to them? You need a cell phone. I can't not know where you are….Alice?! Alice come here!"
And just like that, Alice was squeezing into the closet like there wasn't an extremely pissed off Bella about to have my ass spread out all over the closet walls. She walked behind me as I kept my eyes locked with Bella. Pissed was starting to seem like an understatement. She was livid. I heard the drawers open and Alice gasping. Oh this is going to be good.
"No, no no no no. This is unacceptable. Bella, Edward is right. You need clothes honey child. We need to fix this right away."
"No. I am not buying clothes right now. I don't want anymore clothes, I don't want more shoes. I don't fucking want a cell phone. If I want any of those things, I'll get it myself. This is pissing me off right now. I took care of myself for a long time before I met you Edward, and you are acting like an asshole."
Okay, so she was angry, understood. And at the rate we were going with how often I was riling her up, it probably would have been a smart idea to stop while I was ahead. Apologize, tell Alice to back-off, and just be glad that I could get away with sneaking things in when she wasn't looking. But my anger was brimming and I hadn't really let any of my aggression out since the fight and I was itching to just fuck with something. So, I wasn't smart. I was stupid.
I pushed past her and went into the living room. She followed me out cautiously, knowing I was up to something.
I grabbed the manila envelope and pulled out six thousand dollars. Counting it twice and folding it up.
"Alice! Get in here!"
She came flitting in and stood away from us. I didn't blame her; I wouldn't want to be caught in between the death glares that Bella and I were shooting each other either. I spoke without looking at Alice and to be honest I might have been speaking to her, but I was directing it at Bella. Shoving the money out at her, I felt the wad of bills plucked from my fingers. I knew she had a gleam in her eye; Alice knew what I was doing.
"Here's six grand. Get her nice clothes and some shoes. And not all heels either. Get her whatever it is that girls need. Spend it all, I don't care. I'm going to T-mobile and getting you a phone."
"Stop it Edward. I swear to God if you do this…"
"What? What will happen? Jesus, Bella! You need clothes, you need a cell phone. What if something happens to you and you need to call me? What if you get in a wreck or get lost, or hurt? What then? Do you think I could live with myself? I want to take care of you. I know you can do it yourself but dammit I'm trying. I'm trying to do this right. Just let me do this. For my own sanity. You know what? You don't even have to wear the shit you buy. Just buy it, okay?"
"No. I appreciate it and it's sweet. I'm not going to deny that. But you're making it seem like I can't buy my own things. I can afford clothes for myself. If I want a phone, I'll save for a phone. I don't need this. You know how I feel about this. You're lucky I managed to put my pride aside and stay here. I don't like money spent on me Edward. You do this and…well I don't know what I'll do… but you won't like it."
I grit my teeth and shoved the urge to yell at her down. My voice was calm and collected but even I heard the edge in it.
"You can go with Alice and help pick out the clothes, or you can sit here and she can do it for you. I will not take no for an answer. You will have more clothes and you will have a cell phone."
"I'm not staying here then."
And she turned to march into the bedroom. I panicked.
Shit, she called my bluff. Shit fuck dammit.
I sped after her and found her back in the closet, yanking open drawers; her bag lying open on the floor. I snatched it up and threw it out of the closet before spinning her around to look at me. She had tears in her eyes and a bundle of socks clutched to her chest. My chest tightened and I felt my heart pumping into overdrive. I felt like shit for making her cry but I was still pissed at her for being so damn stubborn.
"Look, I love that you are independent and I love that you don't want to take advantage of me. I love that you don't expect gifts and expensive things but I hate how stubborn you are. I hate that you won't let me take care of you. I know you can take care of yourself. Trust me when I say I get why you are doing this. I get it. But please, Bella, let me do this. Let me take care of you. I just want you to be safe and happy. You need clothes Bella. This is the stupidest thing for us to be fighting about right now. This isn't some sort of attempt at asserting any superiority over you. At least you make your money honestly. But let me spend my money on something I care about; let me spend it you."
The tears in her eyes had long spilled over her rosy cheeks and her lips were quivering as she held in her sobs. I felt shitty. I felt so bad. She was going to leave now. She was still going to leave. This was the turning out to be the worst day ever. But could I let her leave? Could I stand down, take it back and just let it go? No, I couldn't. Bella would stay if it was the last thing I did and my closet was going to be full of dresses and girl shoes and my bathroom was going to have girly smelly things in it and there was going to be high heel shoes that I needed to dodge in the hallway when I came home at night and God be damned if Bella was going to take that away from me. My fury rose another notch at the thought of her leaving over this stupid shit. She was going to get over this right fucking now and just accept what I had to give her.
"Bella, baby, please. Please don't leave. Please just let me take care of you. You take care of me. Please? I'm begging you right now Bella."
She sniffled and dropped the socks, throwing herself at me. My stomach cramped from my store ribs and I hissed but caught her and held her tightly. She squirmed to get away and started apologizing about hurting me.
"No, stop it. Just stop. Let me hold you."
She stilled and I squeezed harder.
"You'll stay?"
She nodded into my chest.
"You'll go with Alice?"
She was still and I stiffened before she nodded again, a little less enthusiastically but she did.
I sighed out in relief and kissed her forehead.
"Thank you."
"I'm still going to be pissed about it."
"I know but that's okay. I can live with that."
She laughed and stepped back, wiping her face and grinning at me. Her sparkling eyes looking up at me and I grinned back at her; happy that this was over now and I had gotten my way.
I win! I win I win I win I win. Yeah, in your face! I win!!
"Get cleaned up and be prepared to be out all day. She'll be dragging you everywhere."
Bella groaned and tossed her head back in annoyance, so I leaned in and kissed her neck while pressing her into the dresser.
"You'll learn to hate the mall in a whole new way, I promise."
"So this was really just to torture me?"
"Well, no. But uhhh….I do know there's some kind of lingerie store in the mall…so if you could stop there, I wouldn't mind."
"Watch it Masen or I'll give James a run for his money by beating your ass down."
I laughed and we walked out to see Alice sitting in the love seat smirking.
"Well! Now that you two have worked that all out, c'mon Bella, we have some damage to do."
Bella glared at me and slipped on her tennis shoes.
"Oh, and be prepared to say goodbye to those sweetheart. Those need to be donated." Alice said pointing to her Nike's. I laughed again and collapsed on the couch.
"Have fun baby! I'll see you when you get home!"
Alice drug Bella towards the door while prattling on about where they were going to find the best bargains and styles.
"Oh! Bella!"
"What Edward?" She was still a little snippy now that she realized she had lost.
"Infatuated. I'm infatuated with you!"
She rolled her eyes but smiled at me and I knew I had been forgiven.
A/N: Okay, so now that we're in a happy place again...
Don't get used to it shit's goin down next chapter. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
So who loves Alice? Cause I do. I honestly picture her with a slight southern accent. I mean she was from Bilouxi, Mississippi in the book. You can't really live there and NOT have a slight southern twist. So yeah, she says shizzle like honey child.
And if you want to know more about Alice and Bella's shopping trip I'm posting the Outtake over on KO'd by Shadowboxer. Just go to my profile page and click on the outtakes. It's the second out more about Alice, her life and Bella's feelings throughout the whole clothing fiasco.
Now for the good stuff. Cheddah, my awesome beta, without her this chapter would suck-ka-ka. She really fixed all that ranting and mumbo jumbo that was floating around everywhere.
LucyLu! Darling. You pimp my shizzle out like one of the best. Srsly. Dunno what I would do without you.
Gavi, thank you for giving me something to read when i really couldnt write this chapter. Cause I'll be honest I re-read Sin City twice. Hahaha
Dawn- fo shizzle my nizzle. We are the awesome ones of the thread. Don't let Cheddah fool you with this.
And to everyone else who makes me happy in my panties aspen leaf, saranic, and cullenitis (whose siggy of edward slapping the shit out of jacob makes me laugh EVERY FUCKING TIME)
So yeah, love you all.
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