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Chapter Three: A Hole in the Wall

Edward

xXx

"Fido!"

I clench my jaw, rolling off the double bed. I catch my reflection in the mirror across the room and force my face to relax. I can't let her see she's getting to me.

Tugging my jeans up my thighs, I run a hand through my hair. It's getting longer again. I've been out for three weeks, and it feels good to let it grow; I always kept it short inside.

"Oh, Fido!" Isabella calls. I growl under my breath, tugging my T-shirt over my head and marching across the wooden flooring to the door. This is the nicest fucking room I've ever stayed in, and I haven't slept a damn wink since I got here. The bed is too fucking soft, the room too fucking quiet. Even the towels feel fucking weird.

I'm looking forward to my two days off more than I ever thought I would. The past week I haven't had any free time. As soon as I drop Isabella at school, I go for a run around the block, shovel the eggs that the Swan's chef, Pattie plates up for me, and then go downtown to practice shooting and hand to hand with Garrett, one of Charlie's guys. If I'm lucky, I see a glimpse of Ricko in the afternoons, but I'm fucking dying to get home tomorrow and spend some time with Esme and Tommie.

I fling open Isabella's door and find her laying on her stomach on her bed, her head resting on her hands, legs bent, and ankles locked together.

My eyes are drawn instantly to the swell of her beautiful fucking ass; shit is plump as fuck and leads to the tiniest fucking waist. She's in those goddamn denim shorts again, her creamy white thighs exposed. My cock wants to react, but I don't let it.

Her strange, exotic green, blue and brown eyes meet mine, and I stare at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. She just smirks. Biting back a growl, I clear my throat.

Isabella still doesn't move or speak.

For the love of fucking god.

"What do you want?" I ask her calmly, my fingers twitching.

She ignores me again, and I inhale and exhale slowly.

I repeat the question, forcing my face to stay neutral.

"Nothing," Isabella says, her pouty lips curving up into a wicked smirk.

I want to fuck it off her face. That or strangle her. I don't know which desire outweighs the other.

I turn around to leave. "Where do you think you're going?"

My jaw tightens, and I force it to relax, spinning back to face her. "You said you didn't need anything."

"No, I didn't," Isabella says slowly, still smirking, a glint in those beautiful, evil eyes. "You asked me what I want, and I said nothing. You didn't ask me what I needed."

I count to five in my head, keeping a bored expression on my face. "What do you need?" I offer politely. Her eyes narrow. She hates it when I don't react to her bullshit taunts. Such a fucking brat. A fucking sexy brat.

"I need…" Isabella pauses, "you know Fido, I've totally forgotten." She shrugs innocently, and I have to fight the urge to smash my fist into the wall.

"Well, when you remember, you know where I am," I tell her, giving her a smirk back.

Her eyes widen and then narrow, her little body shaking with anger. I arch an eyebrow and then turn around, walking away.

It's not until I get to my room that I allow myself to react, gripping my hair with my hands. I don't know why I'm letting her get to me, this shit is so rudimentary, and I've dealt with way, way fucking worse. I'm just extra tired and stressed this week. Sleeping in my own bed tomorrow night will help. Getting to see Tommie. The little shit stole this shirt, too. I tug at it with a slight smile and fall back on the soft bed, sighing.

"Fido!" Isabella calls.

I press my hand against my face and groan. Fucking bitch. Stepping into her room, I lean against her doorway. She's lying on her back, her head tilted back over the edge of the bed, lips parted as she stares at me. Her tits sit high on her chest, all perky and shit, and I feel a slight tug in the pit of my stomach.

I stare at her, and she purses her lips. "I'm bored." She states.

I don't say anything, just arch a brow. What the fuck does she want me to do about it? I'm not here for her entertainment.

"Come here, boy." Isabella orders, patting the bed next to her. "Come on, there's a good boy." She whistles, and I turn around and walk out of her room again.

I've barely made it through my door when she's pushing in behind me, touching my back. I flinch away from her, and she smirks. I fucking hate being touched without my permission. Especially when it's from behind. I know she fucking knows what she's doing. My stomach twists; I don't want her in here. She steps over to my bed and starts looking through my bags.

My fists clench at my sides.

"Your stuff is all so...cheap." Isabella comments, looking at the other T-shirt Tommie got for me with distaste. A flicker of anger stirs in my belly as she throws it on the floor. "I heard Emmett say you were in prison for a while. What did you do?"

I don't answer, leaning back against the wall and crossing my arms so I don't walk over there and grab her by the hair and drag her out.

She knocks my bag off the table. "Oops." She giggles, smirking at me.

I stare at her disinterestedly, and her eyes flash. "It makes sense that you took this job, after being in prison. You're used to sucking dick to get by…"

10, 9, 8, 7-

"Maybe when you get some money, you can buy yourself some decent clothes. Let me guess...you grew up poor, you're still poor, your mom…" Isabella hums, "Well, if she's not a whore then she's proba-"

I step out of the room and slam the door behind me, the handle snapping off in my hand. I turn around and throw it at the wall with so much force it makes a loud bang and goes through the plasterboard, a white puff exploding from the wall. The door handle hangs there for a second before it falls, clattering onto the wooden floor, flakes of wallpaper drifting down from the massive dent it leaves behind.

Isabella opens my door and steps out, arching a brow at me. "Hmm, that'll come out your paycheck."

My fingers twitch, and I fight the urge to grab her by the throat. I need the money. I need the money.

She makes a satisfied hum and skips down the hallway back to her room.

xXx

"Edward!" Tommie calls, running out of the house towards me.

He crashes into my arms, and I hug him tightly, bending down to kiss his head. I still can't get over how tall he is, the top of his head close to my chest. I scoff internally; 5 years away from him, what do I fucking expect. He was only six then, now he's eleven, almost a fucking teenager.

"What's up, little man." I greet him, rubbing his back, feeling the bumps of his spine under my hand. He's too fucking thin. "You good?"

He pulls back from me and nods. "You?"

"I'm always good, Tommie," I tell him with a wink.

Esme steps out of the door and beams at me. "You're here!"

"I am." I give her a small smile, "and I brought food." My hand lifts, drawing attention to the bag of Chinese takeout.

"Fuck, yes!" Tommie crows.

I arch my brow at him, "Watch your fucking mouth."

Tommie scoffs at me, taking the Chinese from my hand and running back into the house.

Esme rolls her eyes at me as I walk up to her.

We don't hug or any of that shit, but she reaches out and squeezes my arm. I smile at her and follow her into the house.

Shit is rundown and fucking tiny, not to mention miles a fucking way from anything, but she did good, getting this place for Tommie. It's a hundred times better than what I was brought up in if you can call it being brought up.

"How's the job?" Esme asks me quietly as she grabs some plates. Tommie is already sitting on the floor behind us, sprawled out on the couch and staring at the TV as he shoves eggrolls into his mouth. The room is narrow, and I can hear the thump of a headboard behind the kitchen wall, music blaring through on the other side.

Outside, kids shriek and laugh, bursts of loud voices intermingling with cars rushing past. Shit is loud and fucking peaceful to me. It's all I know. Not like the Swan house, quiet and still.

"It's fine," I tell her, giving her an encouraging nod. "I got it sorted, Es, I promise."

Esme nods, her eyes misting. "It's good to have you home."

I tug on her blonde hair; it feels brittle under my fingers, and I make a note to make sure she's eating enough. "Are you okay?"

She nods, "I'm fine. Workin' day shifts at the diner now so I can be with Tommie in the evenings."

"He going to school?" I jerk my head at him.

"Sometimes." Esme shrugs. "I try."

I bite back the retort that lies on my tongue, old hurts simmering to the surface. Shit doesn't mean anything anymore. The past is the past.

"It's getting cold." Tommie teases. "Mom, come on."

Esme walks over to the couch and sits next to him, handing him a plate.

"Surprised you aren't just sticking a fork into the container." I wink, sitting on the floor next to them. There's no fucking space for me on that couch, but I don't care. I'd rather they sit on it anyway.

Tommie laughs, his green eyes lighting up, and I smile at him, my eyes going to the TV as I relax for the first time all week.

A/N: I'll bet you have lots of questions...that's good :D I want to know what you're thinking, are you liking Edward? What do you think of Bella? Let me know in the reviews!

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