Chapter 3
A/N: I decided to post one more chapter today since the story has been well received so far. readers: I hope my formatting is better on this chapter, I'm doing my best to correct the issues!
It was well into the afternoon by the time I woke up on Thanksgiving Day. I grabbed a quick shower, finishing it off with a nice jerk off session while Bella's tits were still fresh behind my eyes. I heard the commotion downstairs; Alice's excited squealing and Carlisle's laugh, so I decided to actually get dressed in real clothes, rather than sweats. Didn't want my Uncle thinking I've turned out too much like my Dad.
"Well, look who's up!" Alice exclaimed with a giggle. She was helping Carlisle and Esme with some food prep, Esme obviously being the chef in the kitchen.
Dad was nowhere to be found, thankfully.
"Well, you better wash those hands and come help us, Buddy!" Esme spoke with her head down, focused on whatever the fuck she was doing to that poor turkey.
I did as she asked, cutting vegetables to the best of my ability, sticking shit in the oven, whatever. I mostly ended up on clean up duty because the girl's weren't really thrilled with the mess I made as I tried to help them cook. Still, we all laughed and joked the whole time. It was actually pretty fun.
It was fun until about five-thirty, when we sat waiting for Dad as the turkey got cold on the table.
"Maybe we should just start?" Esme finally asked timidly, as if I hadn't been telling Carlisle to carve that damn bird for the past twenty minutes.
"Please," I insisted once again.
Carlisle obliged with a sigh, and we finally got started on our fucking meal. Something told me Esme had wanted to say grace, but decided against it, which I was grateful for. I wasn't fucking religious, and there certainly wasn't anything holy going on at this house.
I was almost done with my first helping when Dad kicked in the front door. I heard Alice mutter a 'fuck' from the seat next to me.
Edward Sr stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted us all at the table. He swayed in his spot, obviously fucking hammered.
"What is this?" He asked.
"It's dinner, Ed." Carlisle responded, his voice gentle but stern, like he was ready to tell his kid that he wasn't mad, just disappointed.
"You're eating Thanksgiving dinner without me? In my own house?!"
"We…We told you four o'clock, Ed. The food was getting cold…" Esme spoke quietly, and I shot a glance at her, instantly worried about what my Dad would do.
His head snapped towards Esme.
"Who do you think you are?!" He raged. "You're not their fucking mother!"
Esme opened her mouth to speak again, but Dad beat her to it.
"And you!" He screeched at Carlisle, jabbing a finger in his face. "You are not their fucking father! I decide when we fucking eat! They are my fucking kids."
A tiny sob escaped Alice, and I glanced her way nervously; Dad would fucking flip if he noticed her crying. Luckily, he didn't.
"Why don't you just take a seat, Ed? We have plenty more food. We can still have a nice evening together."
"Nice evening, my ass." Dad spat before wiping the fucking drool from his mouth. It was pathetic, really. "I don't need this bullshit. Enjoy the kids, Carlisle, because it's the last time you'll ever fucking see them."
Once he was out the door, Alice allowed herself to let out a full sob, her face falling into her hands. I scooted my chair closer to her so I could put my arms around her, giving her the hug I knew she fucking needed.
"I'm fucking sorry, guys. He's relentless." I said, speaking more so to our Aunt and Uncle, but to Alice as well. She didn't fucking deserve that shit.
"Sorry? Please, Edward," Carlisle scoffed. "Don't you dare be sorry for that asshole. We were having a nice dinner. We still are." He picked his fork back up and placed the least-genuine smile I'd ever seen on his face. "Let's enjoy it."
A few years ago, after a particularly bad Evening-With-Father, Alice and I sat on my bed with a bottle of vodka, passing it back and forth. We were waiting until we heard his unconscious snores before we left the room.
"Why don't you ever stand up to him?" She asked me sadly.
I knew she wasn't asking me to do it; she was glad I didn't fucking stand up to him. I had a bad habit of causing fights, was suspended countless fucking times for knocking someone out in the hallway.
I wasn't fucking afraid of a fourty year old alcoholic drug addict.
I had gotten in his face about something only once, as soon as I realized I was big enough to take him. It didn't end well for that asshole. It didn't end well for me, either, and as Alice tended to my wounds (which ended up being a broken ocular bone and a fractured wrist), she fucking broke down. She was so fucking scared, and I would never put her through that again.
So, I answered her honestly. "It's not worth it, Al. You know that."
"I know." She whispered. "I love you, you know."
Eventually, we heard the front door slammed closed, indicating Dad's departure. Off to get more fucked up, of course. We gave it a few minutes before we left, the both of us walking down the road to the Hale house to hang out with our respective twin.
I guess Alice had stock in both of them now.
Jasper called Alice after we finished dessert with Carlisle and Esme. She ran up the stairs to lock herself in her room and gush over him, or whatever girlfriend's did, leaving me in the living room with my Aunt and Uncle.
Carlisle took two beers from the fridge and poured a glass of wine for his wife before taking a seat next to her on the couch across from me.
I don't know how she could stand being in the nasty ass house, coming from a place so different from this.
"So," Carlisle spoke, finally breaking the silence in the room. "I heard a rumor that Charlie Swan's got a little fish fry planned out front tonight. I thought that'd be a great part of the South Side for Esme to see."
I don't think anyone noticed my body tense up at the man's name, but it fucking did.
Maybe I was fucking delusional.
"Uh, yeah." I finally sputtered out, getting control of my mind and my penis. "That's a good idea, you guys should go."
"What, you won't come with us, Edward?" Esme pleaded. "I'd love to spend some time with you."
What the fuck was I supposed to say to that?
Even if I could deny a sweet lady like Esme, I don't think my dick would allow it. How could he miss an opportunity to see Bella, especially after last night?
I narrowly suppressed a shudder. "Yeah, okay, I'll come. Um, let me just… go get changed." I stuttered, running up the stairs to hopefully beat my dick into submission and get a fucking grip.
Alice couldn't seem to get off the phone with Jasper, so it was just the three of us who traveled across the street to the Swan residence, a cooler full of beer in tow. Charlie and Carlisle graduated together, so their reunion was fun and full of memories. I listened to them talk as I sat on the cooler and drank some beers, unable to fucking relax due to that magnetic fucking pull towards Bella, even though she was no where to be seen.
It was an uncomfortable feeling, being dragged towards nothing in particular.
After thirty minutes or so, I couldn't sit still anymore, excusing myself to the side of the house where I could see the cigarette butts on the ground that indicated it was the 'smoking section.' As fucking if, we were outside, the whole thing was the smoking section.
I wasn't about to break the rules at the Father of the Girl I'd Been Fucking's home, so I'd oblige.
When I turned the corner, I was so fucking happy that I did.
Bella stood there with her hair pulled up in a sloppy bun. She wore sweatpants and slippers, her torso covered by a hugely oversized black hoodie.
That sexy eyebrow of hers twitched up at me as we made eye contact.
Don't ask me when eyebrows became sexy.
"How do you find me right when I'm about to get stoned?" She asked, lifting her hands to reveal a joint and a lighter.
"I come from a long line of drug addicts," I answered with a smirk, though the sentiment was actually 100% true. "We always know when there's a joint to be smoked."
Bella laughed that big belly laugh of hers, causing me to laugh as well. It really did feel like she had a fucking spell on me.
I wasn't going to say that to her yet, but one of these days I just might have to ask her. It was too fucking weird.
She lit the joint, still giggling, and we smoked it in relative silence, save for a few leftover chuckles. I felt fucking forlorn when it was finished, unwilling to walk away from Bella but also unable to come up with a fucking excuse to stay.
"Wanna come chill inside? It's fucking cold."
For a second I thought I could hear angel harmonics in the distance. I figured out what I was thankful for this Thanksgiving; the opportunity to be back in Bella's fucking bed. Hallelujah.
She led me into her house through the back door, so Charlie was blissfully unaware that she had me here. The only other time I'd been in here, it was dark; Bella kept all the lights off. This time, the whole house was lit up, so I allowed my eyes to wander as she led me towards the staircase to her room.
"Whoa," I stopped in my tracks, noting what looked to be a very fucking expensive piano in the back corner of the living room. "What the fuck is that?"
"Uh, a piano." Bella responded, her voice timid. I looked over to see her fucking blushing. What the fuck?
"I see that, Bella. I mean, it looks like a really fucking nice piano."
"It is a nice fucking piano. You done?" She shot at me, obviously irritated with my questioning.
I felt my heart rate pick up in my chest, watching her glare at me with her hands on her hips and that intense look in her big eyes. She was astounding to view.
"Yeah," I exhaled, closing my eyes for a moment to release myself from her fucking transe. When I spoke again, I was prepared for her reaction. "So, what, you play piano?"
"Whatever, asshole," she huffed, aggravated by my continued questioning, and grabbed me by my wrist. "Yeah, I play piano. Let's move the fuck on." Her little hand tugged me towards the stairs, and I obliged once again. I did have more questions for her, like, could she play for me? Maybe sing me the fuck to sleep or something? But that was crazy, and I didn't know why the fuck I even felt like asking her those questions, so I just shut the fuck up and followed her and my dick into her bedroom.
She closed the door behind her when we entered, leaving us in that familiar darkness before switching on a lamp on her bedside table.
I watched as she kicked her slippers off and tugged that big hoodie off, exposing the tight black tank top underneath. I could see her nipples poking through the fabric. I involuntarily licked my lips at the sight.
"Are my tits distracting enough, or do you have more questions?"
I forced my gaze up to her face.
"I do have more questions."
"Well," she folded herself down on her bed, patting the spot next to her. I sat. "Go on." She continued.
I flicked my eyes to the corner of her bedroom where an acoustic guitar sat propped against the wall.
"You play guitar, too?"
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"Nope."
"Can you sing?" I couldn't help but ask her. For some reason I couldn't get that thought of her singing to me on the piano out of my mind.
She shrugged. "I guess."
I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off quickly.
"I'm not going to sing, don't even ask."
Disappointment flooded through me, although I wasn't expecting a different answer. Still, I laughed; the deadpan way she spoke could be pretty fucking funny sometimes. Bella quirked her eyebrow up at me, but began laughing as well.
"Do I get to ask you questions now?" She wondered aloud.
"I guess so."
She sat silently for a moment, obviously deep in thought.
"How did your mom die?"
Raged ripped through me, and I could feel my nostrils flaring as I took a deep breath. "What the fuck, Bella?" I snarled at her, trying to regain composure. Why did she have to go there?
"What, dickwad? You were asking me personal fucking questions."
"I wasn't asking you why the fuck your mom left you! Jesus Christ." I fumed, running my fingers through my hair and pulling a bit; a bad habit of mine I picked up from my father.
"Well, the piano has a direct correlation to my mother and why she left, so you kind of fucking did." She huffed, her bright eyes reflecting my rage right back at me.
We glowered at each other for what felt like a long fucking time, never breaking eye contact. The longer I stared the more entranced I became.
"Are you a fucking witch?"
Shit. Did I just say that out loud?
"What?" She spat back at me, confusion clouding her features.
"Fucking forget it." I mumbled, letting my face fall into my hands.
After a few more moments, Bella's laughter filled the room. I glanced up at her from my hands, unable to hold my smile back as she clutched her stomach and giggled.
"You're a fucking weird dude, Masen."
We sat silently again for a bit, though it was a comfortable silence.
"She went to the beach with my Dad one day, and he came back without her. They said she must have drowned."
For some fucking reason, it felt really good to get that out. I hadn't said the words aloud since it fucking happened seven years ago.
"They were probably fucked up, I don't know. I was a kid." I continued.
Bella sat quietly across from me, her little hands picking at the fabric of her comforter.
"My grandfather left me that piano after he died." She started, keeping her eyes focused on her mindless fidgeting. "My Dad's dad. It really is a nice fucking piano." She looked up at me. "I used to play it at his house all the time. Anyway, Mom had some dude come over to look at it, she was trying to pawn it, you know? So the dude comes over and my Dad realizes what she's doing and he bugs out on her, saying shit like 'how dare you take away her only chance of getting out of here?'"
She swallowed, looking back down at her hands. "Like playing the piano would ever get me the fuck out of here. Whatever, it's dumb but it's the thought that counts. So he freaks out on her, and that makes the cracked out dude she's with freak out, and a fight ensues, and long story short, that dude ended up hitting me in the face with his ring." She pointed to a small scar under her eye. "It wasn't that bad, but I did need three stitches. A lot of blood. So yeah, Dad freaked out more and Mom left with that asshole and she never came back."
I let out a deep breath, absorbing what she was telling me. It was almost worse than my situation, in a way, because I knew my mom would never leave me on purpose. She died because she was an idiot who was married to a raging addict. Bella's mom fucking left her because, why? Money? I couldn't come up with a good enough reason.
"That fucking sucks, Bella. I'm sorry."
Bella scoffed. "Let's not do sorry, okay? I'm sorry your mom died. It doesn't change anything."
"No," I agreed. "It doesn't."
Bella leaned over the side of her bed, reaching underneath it and coming back up with an unopened bottle of some cheap champagne.
"I've been hording this for months. You wanna drink?"
"Fuck yeah." I responded, watching as she propped herself up on her knees and gripped the neck of the bottle.
"I'll try not to hit you with the cork." She said with a smirk, before popping the bottle and falling into a fit of giggles as the foamy liquid exploded all over us.
I laughed along with her, watching as she took the first sip. A trail of champagne leaked out of the corner of her mouth, and I reached out to catch it with my thumb. She smiled at me before passing the bottle.
"You know, Alice told me I shouldn't hang out with you." She stated.
I scoffed. "Alice is a little pissed at me for being so against her and Jasper."
"Yeah, she told me that, too." Bella added. "And she told me you were a 'player," she used air quotes around the word, "so I shouldn't get involved."
Fucking Alice, man. I got around, is that the worst thing in the world? I didn't fucking think so.
"You're hanging out with me now." I told Bella, unable to defend myself as it were all true.
"I am."
We spent the next hour or so drinking and just fucking talking. I was surprisingly not distracted by Bella's nipples poking through her tank top, as I found myself entirely enamored by everything she was telling me.
She spoke about school, how the rumor of her being a lesbian was spread by Sam, a dude she fucked who got upset when she didn't want a relationship with him.
I was irrationally angry as she explained it, but I don't think she noticed.
She also told me about her Dad and his fishing friends, and how much she disdained the way they smelled after a day at the lake. I thought back to my own father for a second and his disgusting comment about the smell of Bella's vagina and cringed. She noticed this time, but didn't comment on it.
Somehow, she even got me to open up more about my mom. I let myself reminisce on my childhood, something I didn't like to do, telling her stories of Christmas mornings when my family was intact. Things were always crazy for us, and I'm old enough now to admit my mom had her own addictions, but she was there for me and my sister, and she did everything she could to keep us happy.
Before I knew it, it was after two in the morning.
"You should probably get out of here before Charlie realizes I have a dude in my bed."
Fuck, why was I so disappointed to leave?
"I'll walk you out. I wanna have a smoke, anyway." She added.
We stood on her front porch together, finishing our cigarettes.
"See you around, Masen." She said as she flicked the butt into the street. I did the same.
"See you, Bella."
It wasn't until I was in my own bed that I realized I still had a raging boner, and that I didn't even get to fuck Bella. Somehow, I didn't mind, though the contentment I was feeling made me uneasy.
We just…hung out. For four hours. And I enjoyed it…immensely. I didn't even think about fucking her once, too engrossed in the words she was speaking to me and the way her voice changed when she brought up her Dad. The way her eyes lit up when she occasionally slipped and brought up her piano, before blushing and changing the subject.
Everything about her was just…very fucking distracting.
Sighing, I let my mind finally wander towards her tits that had been poking through her shirt all night and stuck my hand down my pants, putting my feelings into my dick, the only way I knew how.