Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just play with them. This story is rated M, and is not suitable for younger readers. Story contains violence, coarse language and sexual "situations". Please do not read if any of these things offends you.

Note: [ Beta'ed by: Say Goodbye Again & bikechick3 ]

Chapter 6 - Payback

Edward Cullen POV - Two days before the accident.

I devoured the lasagna that Mom made me for lunch, as though it was the first and last time that I would ever see food again. Alice and Rosalie didn't appreciate my manners and they both wrinkled their noses in disgust.

"What?" I said with my mouth full. "I'm just channeling my inner fucking Emmett."

"Hey! That's uncalled for!" Emmett protested, spitting food all over the table in the process.

Rosalie cringed and slapped Emmett on his arm.

"Hey! What the hell are you ganging up on me for?" He complained.

"C'mon, Rose, let the guys play with their food. I need to go to the bathroom anyway," Alice said, pushing her chair back and grabbing her tray.

"Yes, thank you," Rose replied with a relieved sigh before following Alice out of the lunch room.

I rolled my eyes and kept shoveling lasagna into my mouth.

My fucking alarm clock decided it didn't feel like ringing this morning. I woke up late and didn't have time to grab any breakfast. Luckily, Mom had prepared us lunches, so I didn't need to eat the disgusting sorry excuse they call food that they kept in this place.

I was fucking starving, so excuse me for inhaling the food rather than chewing it.

I could still feel the aftershock from the Tuesday blues and I was in no fucking mood for being fucked with today, especially when I was eating. Anybody who wanted to keep on breathing shouldn't ever fuck with me when I was eating. That was why I groaned in irritation when some poor motherfucker stopped by our table and cleared his throat. I looked up and groaned again when I found Mike Newton's ugly-ass mug looking back at me.

"I just wanted to thank you," Mike said enthusiastically.

"What for?" I muttered, silently damning him for ruining my appetite.

"For not getting all pissy over the car thing. My mom told me this morning that we didn't need to pay for the repairs. Mom was threatening to take it out from my salary at the store, but now she doesn't have to," he said, smiling widely.

I gaped at him, my mouth hanging open and I probably looked like a total dumbfuck, with food still in my mouth, but I didn't give a crap. I was still processing what the hell he had just said.

"What did you just say?" I asked slowly, sounding more menacing than intended, and that was probably a good fucking thing.

His smile faded as he frowned. "That we didn't need to pay?" he croaked. He was looking all nervous now, and he had every right to be. This wasn't fucking happening. Emmett cleared his throat and Mike looked over at him, his eyes wide in fear now.

Serves him fucking right.

"I advise you to leave this table right now if you don't want Edward to rip your head right off that noodle body of yours," Emmett said calmly. Mike nodded vehemently and quickly walked away. I glanced at Emmett and narrowed my eyes.

"Necessary?" I asked and Emmett smiled evilly.

"I didn't let you kill him last week because, frankly, I thought he would get punished enough with having to pay for the repairs… I bet the repair costs were even higher than what he makes in a year at their stupid store," he replied as he leaned closer to me and lowered his voice, "but that cat is out of the fucking bag now, since Dad decided to play saint. So why don't we do something funnier than just kick his ass?"

My lips slowly twisted into a smirk; Emmett was a fucking genius when it came to payback. It was sad that he never got a fucking chance to show off that side of himself anymore, because he had become so pussy-whipped by Rosalie.

When you meet Emmett for the first time, he'll probably come off as a big scary dude who wouldn't think twice about kicking your ass, when in reality he's just a big fucking pansy teddy bear. I blame Rosalie for that; he used to really live up to his scary appearance before she came along, although, he still does on rare occasions. He can still make you crap your fucking pants before you even know what's going on. Of course, this is only if he can keep it from Rosalie, because she would kick his ass if she ever heard him even voicing the words 'punish' and 'Mike Newton' in the same sentence.

Emmett might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he sure knows how to give people hell.

"What can be funnier than to just kick his ass and watch him cry?" I asked amused.

"Ever seen Newton cry? That's fucking disturbing," Jasper muttered from his place on the other side of Emmett.

"It's been a while since we did something really out there. Something really… good," Emmett said, his eyes lightning up like a child's on Christmas morning.

"And what do you suggest we do?" I asked, waiting for the punch line.

Emmett smirked and the evil glint in his eyes alone made the adrenaline pump through my body. It really had been a long fucking while since we did something reckless, something really stupid and just… fucking awesome. I was glad that Emmett was the one bringing it up and not me for once.

"Breaking and entering," he proclaimed and threw out his arms in a wide gesture.

Jasper frowned, and I groaned. What the fuck was with my brother and breaking into other people's homes? This was always the first fucking thing he suggested we do when he wanted to 'live it up a little', and this wouldn't be the first time we carried through with it, either. I thought Emmett would suggest that we vandalize Newton's car or something, not that there was much left of it to vandalize, but still. I didn't know if I was in the mood for breaking into someone's house. The last time we did it, we almost got busted because Emmett went into the wrong house.

"Sometimes I wonder if all of Rose's slaps are beginning to damage your brain," Jasper sighed.

"Oh c'mon Jazzypants! It's gonna be awesome! We won't steal anything; we can just… freak him out a bit!" Emmett argued with a big grin plastered on his face. Jasper looked at me, probably hoping that I would back him up and say it was stupid, but I just cocked an eyebrow at him.

"You scared?" I asked coolly, just to piss him off.

"No!" he protested, immediately turning defensive, just like I knew he would. He was so fucking predictable.

"Then let's do it," I said, accepting the challenge myself. "We can just break into his fucking room or something, and throw shit around and maybe paint red shit on his walls, making it look like blood…"

"And what if we get caught?" Jasper asked.

"By who?" I asked. "This is fucking Forks. The cops are probably busy eating doughnuts and the neighbors are too busy with their boring lives to pay any attention to us. Nobody is going to catch us."

Jasper sighed and dragged his hands through his hair.

"Fine, I'm in," he sighed in defeat, "but don't expect me to save your asses if you get caught."

I chuckled and put my fist out, he bumped it and I leaned back in my seat.

"So, when should we do it?" I asked.

"There's no time like the present," Emmett replied. "What about tonight? I hear they're doing inventory this week at their store, so I don't think they're com-"

He cut off when he saw Alice and Rosalie re-entered the cafeteria and headed straight for us. I groaned inwardly; those chicks had the worst timing. They passed Newton's table and we all saw how he followed Alice's ass with his eyes. That disgusting pig was practically drooling.

"Looking good, Alice," Mike hollered at her as she passed.

His friends laughed and high-fived him like the morons they were. Like a girl would ever give him the time of day, let alone Alice. Of course, she didn't even flinch or make a face at the comment; she ignored him and kept on walking like nothing had happened. Alice was nothing if not graceful when it came to idiots and their comments. If it had been me I would have punched his fucking face in. Then again, that's just me.

"I'll bring the blood," Jasper muttered under his breath before the girls reached us. Both Emmett and I looked at him in surprise. He never volunteered to do this stuff. He just tagged along because he didn't have the energy to fight us on it, and when he did join, he sure as hell didn't take an initiative of his own. Him bringing the paint for this was a fucking milestone. I wondered what had caused the change of heart.

Alice sat down beside him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I immediately realized why he had offered to do it, and I wanted to fucking laugh. Sometimes, Jasper could be such a possessive asshole; like Mike would ever manage to get near Alice, even if he tried.

"So, tonight?" I asked, not minding the girls.

Emmett glared at me and I wanted to roll my eyes. While Jasper could be a possessive asshole, Emmett had the habit of being a paranoid one. With me just uttering two words, he thought Rosalie would figure it all out and make him stay home.

Rosalie isn't a fucking mind reader, jackass.

"What's tonight?" Alice asked, hugging Jasper's arm.

"Nothing, just guy stuff," I replied with a shrug,

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Drink till you puke again?" Rosalie asked with a bored tone.

"Don't knock it 'til you tried it, Blondie," I replied with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes at me and I chuckled. Tonight was going to be fun.

I glanced at the clock for the fifth time in probably sixty seconds. The temporary heat that was there a few days ago was long gone and it was evident that it was November now - because it was fucking freezing.

"Where the fuck is Jasper?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"I don't know, he told us to meet him here," Emmett sighed.

I shuffled my feet and looked around, hoping to catch sight of Jasper's dark Audi, but I saw nothing.

We were currently standing behind the grocery store. The area was dark as shit since the street lights didn't work on this side of the building. I thought it was ridiculous that we had agreed to be picked up here, but Emmett had insisted. He claimed that it was a part of the adventure, to be picked up in a dark place before we drove off to do some mischief.

If I had gotten my way, then we would have been waiting in the warmth of our home right now.

Fucking idiot.

It was almost seven and we knew that the Newtons would be back at eight the earliest, but Jasper being late wasn't really helping us. I buried my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket.

"It's fucking freezing," I complained.

"Stop complaining," Emmett muttered, "We're doing this for your precious fucking car, remember?"

I huffed but didn't say anything. I could sense that Emmett was beginning to get aggravated too, and I knew better than to push him when that happened. Emmett might be a teddy bear, but even he had his limits, and those were not to be pushed or else you would fucking regret it.

A dark, familiar car pulled into the parking lot, drove around the store and skidded to a stop next to us.

"Finally!" I said to Jasper, as I opened the passenger door and climbed inside. Emmett took his usual seat in the back. "What the hell took you so long? We don't have much time as it is!"

"Don't worry, I just needed to grab some things," he replied with a smirk, as he put the car into gear and drove off.

"Did you get the red paint?" Emmett asked excitedly, all the earlier aggravation gone now that we were finally moving. Jasper just smiled broadly, not answering the question, and Emmett bounced in his seat.

It took us ten minutes to reach Newton's house. We parked a block away, since parking in front of the house would be fucking stupid. We climbed out of the car and Jasper popped the trunk. Emmett quickly opened it up to see what Jasper had brought and he squealed like a little girl when he picked up, and looked through, several plastic bags.

I had to admit, I was fucking impressed too, even though I had no idea what the hell we were going to use all this shit for. Jasper hadn't bought any red paint, but for some reason he had bought glitter, feathers and…

"What the hell is this?" I asked, picking up a pair of fluffy handcuffs, and then I laughed out loud as I saw the next thing next to it. "A fucking dildo? Seriously?"

Emmett picked up another plastic bag, and peered down at its contents. Then his loud laugh boomed out.

"I hope this isn't from your own secret stash, Dude," Emmett said, giving Jasper an amused look.

"No, Em, it's from yours," Jasper replied sarcastically with an eye roll.

"What is it?" I asked, grabbing the bag from Emmett and looked inside.

It was magazines, I could tell that much, but it was too dark to see clearly what kind of magazines they were, so when I picked one up, I didn't know whether or laugh or cry. The bag was filled with porno magazines. Gay ones at that.

"I suggest we put this shit all around his fucking room in strategic places," Jasper explained in a low voice, "I thought that would be a better payback than painting his fucking wall. Because paint is a bitch to get off your clothes, and Alice would kill me if I got that shit on me."

"You're a fucking genius, man!" Emmett said and slapped Jasper's back. "C'mon, let's take this shit and put it where it belongs."

I had to give it to Jasper, this idea was way better than painting a motherfucking wall. This would destroy Newton and scar him for life. Was there any better revenge than that for hurting my Baby? I thought not.

We all helped to gather the stuff before we walked into the woods, deciding that it was the best course of action, so we wouldn't be seen at all from the streets. Nobody would ever be able to place us at the scene of the fuckawesome crime.

We stepped out of the woods, which were luckily shielding us from view as we neared the house from the back. The Newton shack was a sorry excuse of a house. It was only one level and it was fucking small, with maybe three bedrooms at best. I wondered how the hell Newton had planned on managing to host a big party here on Friday, with the freezing November cold it would be fucking impossible to even use the backyard as extra party space. But that was his fucking problem, not mine.

Jasper moved stealthily towards the house and peered in through a few windows before stopping.

"I think this is the one," he hissed, gesturing to us.

Emmett and I joined him, we peered through the window and I rolled my eyes. This was fucking Newton's room alright. He had his football sweater pinned to the wall, which was fucking ridiculous, since he was only on the team for all of one week then he got kicked out because he was afraid of getting tackled. Fucking pansy.

"Who wanna break the window?" I asked.

"It can't look like a break-in, right?" Jasper replied giving me a look, "or else it won't look legit when his mother finds this shit."

"Okay, so how do you suggest we go about it then?" I asked impatiently.

He walked over to the patio door and slid it open. He shrugged.

"Maybe we can use this unlocked door?" he suggested.

"Har har, very funny," I replied.

We went inside and I noted that the house was even sadder-looking on the inside. Pictures of Mike, and what I assume was his litter sister, covered the walls of the living room. Like seeing his ugly face once wasn't enough.

"Those photos are giving me the creeps," Emmett whispered as he pretended to shiver.

"You're not the only one," I replied and made my way towards Mike's room.

We were careful and didn't turn on any lights as we placed all the shit in different places in his room. Jasper had really gone all-out when he bought this shit. He had bought three dildos, a ridiculous amount of disgusting magazines, and a few DVDs as well. I threw some glitter around his room, and on his bed, along with the feathers. Emmett put a few magazines on his nightstand, another on his desk, and the rest under his bed, so that it would appear as if Mike had tried to hide them from his mother. We put one of the DVDs in the DVD-player, and put the cover casually on top of the TV. We topped it all off by putting one of the dildos on his night stand, and stuck the pink fluffy handcuffs to his headboard.

"What I wouldn't give to see his mother's face when she realizes her son is a fucking faggot," Emmett laughed.

"I always suspected he was," Jasper replied solemnly.

"And that's why he likes to hit on Alice? Because she reminds him of a boy with that short hair of hers?" I teased. Jasper shot his eyes to me.

"Fuck you, Cullen," he spat and I laughed.

"I'd rather not," I chuckled.

He slapped me on the back of my head and I laughed even louder, but my laugh was cut short by the sound of gravel and the living room was lit up for a moment from the headlights of a car.

"Shit," Emmett said, sounding a little panicked, "They're home early… fuck!"

We quickly left the room and just as we reached the patio door, we heard the sound of keys rustling and the front door being unlocked. This was a shitty thing, since the patio door was in plain view from the front door.

Fucking Newtons and their house and it's fucking open layout.

Emmett and Jasper disappeared before me through the door, and just as I was about to leave, the front door opened and the lights turned on. I quickly left and the door smashed loudly as I slid it closed a little too hard behind me. I heard a woman scream as I ran through the yard, towards the dark trees. I could hear Jasper and Emmett laugh somewhere in the woods.

"Come back here you bastard!" a man's dark voice called from the patio. I resisted the urge to call back.

No chance in Hell, douche!

I almost tripped as I ran the short distance through the woods towards the car, but I managed to keep upright. Emmett and Jasper were already in the car with the engine running when I reached them. Emmett had taken the front seat, so I had to jump in the back.

"God, Bro, I thought the crazy guy caught you," Emmett said with a laugh.

"Like he would ever have been able to catch my ass," I replied with a snort.

I leaned back in the seat and tried to relax, despite the adrenaline that was still pumping furiously through my veins. Nothing beats a good fucking adrenaline kick.

We drove off in silence. The only sounds were our erratic breathing and breathless chuckles; each of us enjoyed the high while it lasted.

Jasper dropped us off at home. Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room when Emmett and I walked inside. They were cuddling on the couch, watching some sappy, romantic comedy.

"Hey, Boys," Mom said, without taking her eyes off the TV, "you haven't gotten yourself into any trouble today, have you?" she teased.

"No, Mom, wouldn't dream of it," Emmett chuckled and winked at me.

His comment made her turn her head to us and she narrowed her eyes at Emmett.

"I hope for your sake that you're not being sarcastic," she said sternly.

Emmett just laughed and went into the kitchen and I followed him. The adrenaline kick had gotten me hungry. We prepared ourselves some sandwiches and ate them in silence, the only sounds Emmett's loud chewing, the low sound of the TV and the conversation of our parents…

"… help to be concerned, Esme," Dad sighed quietly, "She looked so fragile. Like she had given up all hope. I really wanted to help the girl, but there was nothing I could do…"

"But are you sure she tried to scam you? I have such a hard time believing a young girl would do that… a teenager at that… she's just a child," Mom replied with a hushed tone.

"Yes, Dear, I'm sure. I recognized the signs, it's not the first time I've witnessed it, though it is the first time it was someone so young, and so innocent," he sighed.

"I wish you could tell me who it was, maybe I could help… she probably doesn't have a good support system at home, and maybe she would be more comfortable to talk to someone who isn't a professional…"

"I know you want to help, but I can't divulge her identity. Not even to you, it goes against everything-"

"-you believe in, I know," Mom cut off, ending his sentence for him.

"And it's against the law too," Dad said with a smile in his voice.

Mom scoffed and I heard him chuckle, then the unmistakable sound of kissing.

"I can't fucking wait to see Newton's fucking face in the morning," Emmett chuckled to himself. I glanced over at him and shook my head at his expression; he really did look like a fucking child on Christmas morning.

"What is it with you and breaking into houses anyway?" I asked, my voice low so our parents wouldn't accidentally overhear.

"What? Are you saying you didn't get a kick tonight? It was awesome!" Emmett said with his mouth full.

I shrugged and ate the last piece of my sandwich. He was right. It had been fucking awesome, but not because we were breaking into someone's house, but because we got to ruin a little sad part of Newton's life.

That reminds me…

I pushed my chair back and went back into the living room. Fortunately, my parents had stopped kissing by now.

"Hey Dad, what's this shit I heard today?" I asked and plopped down on the empty loveseat.

He looked at me confused.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Newton. He said you had told his mother he didn't need to pay for the repairs, what the fuck is that about?" I asked, hardly concealing my frustration over the matter. "He fucking plowed into me, and now he doesn't have to pay for the damage he did? What the hell?"

He sighed and put on his best "dad-face".

"Son, the Newtons aren't rich people and seeing as we could more than afford to pay for the repairs, and our insurance covered it anyway, I saw no point in putting that on them. It was an accident, pure and simple, and I don't feel comfortable to put such a burden on a teenage. His mom would have been forced to take that money from his salary," he replied sternly.

"So fucking what? If I had been the one driving into him, then I bet my ass you would've forced me to pay for the fucking repairs of his piece of junk car," I snapped.

"That's different," Dad replied calmly.

"And how the fuck is that different?"

"You would never drive into anything with your Volvo, therefore, there would be no repairs to be paid," he replied simply.

I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"I still think it fucking sucks. He got away with nothing," I said, starting towards the stairs.

"I'm a firm believer in Karma, son, what goes around comes around," he called after me.

Damn right, it does. And tomorrow I would reap the benefits of it.