Chapter 16 – Revelation


Watching Bella run away from me hurt like hell. I was going to let her go and give her some space until I remembered what she was going through and that there was someone dangerous lingering on the streets. I jogged along behind her, but couldn't follow too closely. She was on a mission and sure as hell didn't want me to follow. I sat outside the bar I had entered far too many times before I met Bella. I knew she would be upset if I went inside, so I decided I could keep watch from afar.

That was until Jackson entered not long after her. Had he been following us? I didn't remember seeing anyone behind me, but I was too busy watching out for Bella. I didn't trust that motherfucker whatsoever.

I paced outside for a few minutes before giving in. I couldn't let him get to her again. She meant far too much to me to let her go, especially with that douche. I stormed into the bar just in time to see Bella's retreating form heading towards the bathrooms.

Jackson was watching her as well, as he took a sip from his beer. I bumped into him mid-sip, and beer foamed from the bottle and down his shirt. "Watch it!" he yelled, turning to find me glaring behind him.

"I should have known it was you. Wherever she is, you aren't far behind." Jackson chuckled as he took another swig of his beer.

"You're right. I'm watching out for her because I care about her, unlike you who's just using her for a piece of ass." I straightened my back, ready for a brawl.

"You don't have a clue, do you?" he questioned. When a sly grin appeared across his face, I began to place him. I remembered this motherfucker from last year, and I couldn't believe it took me this long to recognize him! He was always manhandling the women, and encouraging them to sneak off with him. That wasn't part of the rules, and even though he knew it, he still managed to break them.

"I can't believe I didn't recognize you before! What are you doing with Bella? Why are you fucking with her?" I brought myself closer, determined to figure out his motives.

Jackson shoved me out of his way and chortled, "I was wondering when you would finally put two and two together. I recognized your ass the first time you came into my house with Bella. She's a beaut, huh?" He swirled his beer and took another drink before adding, "This has nothing to do with last year. I genuinely like the girl, okay? I saw her headed this way alone, so I decided to make sure she was safe tonight."

Lying motherfucker. "No, she has been through enough. She isn't going home with you!" I pounded my fist on the bar.

"You can't control who she goes with. Where else is she going to go, back with you? Ha! She isn't any safer with you than she is at my house. Just wait until she finds out about last year, Edward. You just think she is pissed off at you now!" Jackson laughs as he takes another shot from the counter.

I stepped up into Jackson's face, ready to tear him apart. My past is the past. I don't do that shit any more. I understand that it was an extremely fucked up game we all played, but I didn't picture Bella walking into my life. I didn't think of the consequences at the time. Fuck, I wish I would have…

"If you ever spill a word of what happened last year to Bella or anyone else, I will fuckin' kill you." I pushed him, trying to deepen my point. He stumbled into a large man sitting at the bar, and I was expecting a brawl when I heard a tiny gasp come from behind me.

I knew it was her before I turned. Shit, how much did she hear?

"He can't tell me what exactly Edward? I've had a feeling you've been hiding something from me all of this time. What is it?" Shaking my head, I walked closer to her. All I wanted to do was hold her. She looked like she had way too much to drink, and the day's events were weighing heavy on her face.

"I, it is nothing important Bella. Are you okay? You ran out of the Row pretty quickly. I just had to check on you." Before I could reach her, Bella's hand shot up in my face.

"You've said enough. C'mon Jax. Let's get out of here." Bella grabbed Jackson's hand and began weaving her way through the bar.

Red flashed before me, and I knew that I couldn't let him leave with her. He had a smug grin plastered on his face and I knew that he was either going to take her back and defile her, or tell her what went on last year. I ran after them and shoved Jackson from behind. I didn't intend for him to take Bella down with him. He flew to the floor as Bella's arm was yanked down with him. The bar went silent about the same time I heard a repulsive pop coming from her shoulder.

As tears welled from Bella's eyes, my rage turned back to Jackson. He hurt her, again. I fell down on top of him and began pounding his face into the ground. After I had about ten good punches in I heard a horrendous thud behind me. I turned to see what was going on, when Jackson decided to fight back. He got one good punch in that hit me square in the jaw. As I flew back, I noticed Bella lying on the ground. She must have passed out!

I kicked Jackson in the stomach before yelling, "Look, you fucker, Bella's hurt!" It took him a second to pick himself up off the floor and make his way over to us. I had Bella's head laying my lap, trying to wake her. A crowd had gathered, and a few people were questioning whether to call 911. I could hear Jackson in the background telling them no, that everything was fine, which I thought was a little odd. However, I didn't have time to worry about that. - I'm convinced he killed Jessica! Lol

Glaring up at Jackson, I unfortunately knew I was going to need his help. There was no way I could carry her all the way back to the Row.

"We have to get her out of here," Jackson said, concern etched across his face.

"No shit, we'll take her back to my place and I'll call my dad and see what we should do for her." I stood up, and crouched down to pick her up.

Jackson's hand came down on my shoulder as soon as we walked out of the bar. "We're not taking her back to your place. Like I said before, she isn't safe there either. I'm going to look past the fact that you just tried to beat the shit out of me back there…"

"Tried? Please, if Bella hadn't fainted, I would have." I began walking again when he hollered from behind me.

"Don't take her back there, or your little secret might slip, and not just to Bella. What would the college have to say when they find out what you and Tanya set up last year?" He shook his head and walked forward. "It wouldn't be pretty, and I'm sure they'd expel you. Not only that, but they might close down the Row."

"Don't threaten me, asshole. You were a part of it, too! If we go down, you'll go down as well. " I was pissed. I tightened my grip on Bella, and began walking away from him again.

"Well a lot of us joined in on the fun, Edward, but you were the ring leader," Jackson said behind me. I could hear the anger spewing from his words. He was going for the kill.

"Fine, Jackson, where should we take her? Because we sure as hell are not going back to your house! If you don't remember, that is where Jessica was last seen. And don't you forget who stopped the games last year. I may have been a part of it, but Tanya was the one who set it up. I ended it." By this time I had stopped and we were in each other's faces. If Bella hadn't been wedged between us, another fight would have been sure to break out.

There was a hotel a block or so away from us, and I had to admit it wasn't a bad idea. While she was a small girl, I didn't think I could have carried her much further.

We checked into the hotel, using my credit card of course. Jackson was a cheap asshole who didn't even offer to pay. The lady at the front desk gave us a curious glance, but oddly enough she didn't look like she cared. I was certain the cops would have been called by now. Not only because of the fight in the bar, but because two random guys were checking into a hotel room carrying a girl who was passed out. It was just a matter of time before a police officer came and knocked on the door. Since I couldn't pay for the room while holding Bella, reluctantly I had to hand Bella over to Jackson. He had a smug smile on his face I couldn't wait to wipe off with my fist.

The elevator ride was quiet as we both glared at the doors in front of us. He wouldn't hand Bella back over to me, which pissed me off even more. I slammed the keycard into the door and watched as he laid her on the bed. He began taking off her shoes, and that was as far as I could take it. I pushed him out of the way and told him he didn't need to stay any longer and that I could take care of her.

"Like hell! She didn't want to be with you at the bar, what makes you think she would want to be with you when she wakes up? No, I'm staying!" he hollered.

Jackson did have a point. What if she freaked out when she woke up because I was here? "Fine! I'm going to go call my dad and see what we can do for her. Don't touch her!"

I stormed out of the hotel room in search of ice while calling my dad. He didn't answer, so I left a brief message that there was a situation and I needed to talk to him no matter what time it was. It took me awhile to find the ice machine, so I rushed back to the hotel room only to notice that I left the keycard inside.

I pounded on the door several times, hollering Jackson's name. It took him far too long to answer. I was inches away from breaking down the door when it swung open and Jackson's arrogant face appeared. I pushed him out of the way and saw Bella was tucked into bed. I could see she was wearing his shirt, so I turned and glared at him.

"I told you not to touch her! What the fuck is she wearing?" I pulled the covers down and noticed that she didn't have any pants on. Fury took over again and I stalked towards him.

"I didn't do anything! I just changed her out of her clothes. I thought she would be more comfortable this way. Back off! If we start a fight here, someone will call the cops." He took a few steps back. What the fuck did he do to her?

"Why are you so worried about someone calling the cops? You didn't want anyone calling 911 at the bar. What are you hiding?" I questioned, sitting the ice beside the bed. I tucked Bella back in, awaiting his answer. I wasn't gone for too long, so I could only hope he had just changed her and didn't touch her. I would kill him if I found out otherwise.

"No reason, it would just look a little strange, don't you think? Two guys who have a girl passed out in their hotel room? Look, we have to calm the fuck down and take care of Bella. I'm sure she is just passed out from the booze. She was drinking pretty heavily. Let's just get some fucking sleep and hash this shit out in the morning." He moved towards the bed before I could push him away.

"Fuck you, you're not sleeping in the same bed as her. On the floor!" I glared, raising my voice. I knew if I made enough noise I could control this jerk. For some reason, he was terrified of the cops.

He grabbed a pillow off the bed and sat down on the floor. "Alright, but you aren't sleeping with her either," Jackson said quietly.

"Wasn't planning on it. Unlike you, I don't take advantage of girls." I sat down in the chair in the corner. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, especially with him in the same room as my sweet Bella. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down.

"Ha! Need I remind you of who started the games last year? If that isn't taking advantage of girls, I don't know what is!" he tittered as he rearranged his pillow.

I stood up and walked closer, hoping Bella really couldn't hear what was going on. "If you bring up last year one more time, I will punch all of your teeth in. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep." I turned back to the chair and got comfortable again. Time couldn't pass quickly enough. I needed to make sure Bella was fine, and that Jackson never uttered a word about last year.

If Bella ever found out what happened last year, I was sure to lose her.

Sleep didn't come easy, especially in an uncomfortable fucking hotel chair. I tossed and turned, and when I finally fell asleep, Jackson had pushed my feet off that were resting on the edge of the bed. The bastard aggravated the hell out of me.

"What are we going to do about Bella? We can't just keep her here forever," he pointed out. It was early the next morning, and sunlight was pouring in through the haphazardly draped curtains.

"We can keep her here until we figure this shit out. Too many things have gone haywire. She'll have to give us answers and we will have to figure out where she is going to stay before anyone leaves. We need to do what is best for her." As much as I hated the fucker, we needed to agree that Bella was more important than our grudge.

Jackson reluctantly agreed before he mentioned something about coffee and left in a huff. I spent the next twenty minutes staring at the beauty before me. She really had no idea what affect she had on men, particularly me. I was head over heels for her. However, every move she had made since I met her confused the shit out of me. My dad always told me I would never understand women, and up until I met Bella, I hadn't been able to comprehend the statement. Either she wanted to be with me or she didn't, why couldn't she make up her damn mind? I had. The mixed signals were doing a number on me, and by the end of the day, I was determined to find out what the fuck she sought.

By the time Bella woke up, I was seething. I wanted answers! Why would she go anywhere with Jackson? Didn't she understand the depth of my feelings? I growled at her when she began to fight back, and pulled the covers out of her twining hands. My eyes immediately darted to her bare legs, and the world stopped for a second. Images of her glorious body on top of mine made me forget about ever being irate. Her long, smooth legs were inches from me, and it took all I had to not reach out and grab her by the hips to pull her towards me. I was just about to give in when Jackson interrupted. He seemed to have perfect timing when it came to interrupting us.

Bella immediately took the fucker's side when she saw his face. Nevertheless, as far as I was concerned, he deserved every bruise and cut I had given him. When she got up to get dressed, Jackson mouthed "last year" to me followed by a malicious grin. I stared him down, conveying with my eyes that I was getting ready to kick his ass once again if he didn't keep that shit to himself. He seemed amused by our silent conversation. Yeah, it was just a matter of time before I knocked that son of a bitch's teeth down his throat.

When Bella came back out of the bathroom, shit hit the fan. She tried to leave, and that was the last thing I wanted. I had to figure out where we stood before we went anywhere. Luckily, Jackson agreed with me and tried to block the door.

She began to threaten Jackson, when her suspicion began to run wild. "Speaking of, why are you two so buddy-buddy now? Wasn't it last night that Edward was pounding your face in, Jax?"

Bella eyed us both before I decided I had probably better speak up. "It was a misunderstanding. He's still a fucktard, but we both agreed we need to keep you safe. Once you passed out, we both saw what was important," I stated.

"Okay, so then spill. What the fuck have you been keeping from me?" Bella crossed her arms and began tapping her foot. Crap. I had no clue what to tell her, and I sure as hell wasn't going to explain that. "And are you going to keep quiet, too?" She questioned Jackson. His eyes darted between Bella and me, and then looked down at the floor. Thankfully, he didn't have a death wish. "Fine, like I said: fuck you both." She started for the door again, but Jackson pulled her arm back and threw her on the bed.

"Jackson, keep your fucking hands off her!" I roared and shoved him back. I went to check on her, when he recovered and started after me.

"No, I'm not going to let her leave just because you don't want her to know about your past! You're the one who is keeping shit from her, this shouldn't affect me!" Jackson boomed. He shoved me again and I lost my footing, railing my back on the table. Pain shot every which way, and I couldn't help the groan that escaped my lips.

"Do you really want to know about your boyfriend over here, Bella? Haven't you heard the dirty secrets of the Row yet? Don't you know the things that went on behind closed doors at our parties? After all, it all started with your boy here and his girlfriend."

Jackson chuckled, and all I could do was whisper "No…don't…" However, I was too late. He was going to tell her everything, and Bella would be disgusted. I would never have a chance with her, even though that was questionable before he spilled the secret. My fate was now sealed.

I closed my eyes and recalled my past as he began to tell her everything…

Tanya had me wrapped around her finger and I hated it. As any typical young man, I loved sex. She had cheated and betrayed me, so the book to our future was sealed shut. However, she knew I enjoyed sex as much as the next person. It was my weak spot, but let's be honest, it was everyone else's weakness as well. Tanya knew I would never lay a finger on her again, so the next best thing was to hand over pussy on a platter, literally. Just as long as she had some control over me and the situation, she was content. The conniving bitch that she was, she persuaded the girls in her sorority to a game of sorts.

I recall the day the frat received a cordial invitation requesting our presence at their sorority for a little get together. It wasn't out of the ordinary, in fact this was how the girls set up parties all the time, and we received several a month. However, at the bottom of the invitation, written in bold was: Slamming into the New Year. In hindsight it was ludicrous, even if I didn't realize what I was walking into. I wasn't the only one being brought in on the game, as the invite was sent to Jackson's frat as well.

It was impossible to ignore Tanya, considering we were both the upcoming presidents on the Row. I had to at least make an appearance if the rest of the frat was going. We showed up to the party expecting just that, an ordinary party. What we walked in on was a complete surprise. Beautiful naked women were strewn out upon the couches, tables, and chairs to our left. At least seven were scattered upon the stairs that led up to the girl's rooms. They were everywhere; it was every full blooded male's dream come true! As we stood gawking at the front door, several loud moans came from my left and made me fully aware that we weren't the first frat house to show up. In the adjacent room to the common area were a room void of furniture and several makeshift beds surrounding one very large red velvet bed in the center. Oh, and did I forget to mention the numerous individuals fucking? At least twenty, some coupled off, many threesomes, and well…I don't think I need to go further. Just lots and lots of fucking!

It took a while before I could pry my eyes off them, because well…I'm a man, damn it! After adjusting myself, I eventually noticed that the rest of the frat had each made their way over to a female companion and were pulled into a pussified-stupor. I knew exactly who was behind this, and I wanted to know what the fuck was going on. This kind of shit didn't happen every day as much as a guy could dream it would, and the likelihood of Tanya setting this up was a greater chance than you knowing if I was aroused in the moment.

My eyes scanned the room, looking for the strawberry blonde devil when I heard her distinct whimper come from the top of the stairs. She sat like the queen to her thrown at the very top with her long legs spread wide and her blood red heels tilted towards the ceiling digging holes into the carpet. A very naked Jessica Stanley kneeled before her, munching away at another hole in Tanya's carpet. Tanya's bright red fingernails were entangled into Jessica's hair, encouraging her to continue, but her eyes were locked with mine. I made my way up the stairs, trying to decipher what I was going to say.

When I reached the top, Jessica noticed my presence and started to rise off her knees, but Tanya pushed her back down. "I didn't tell you to stop, you stupid bitch, fuck me with your tongue." My eyes widened as Jessica continued to work. I watched as one of Tanya's hands went to her mouth, and with a wet finger trailed down to her breast, swirling around her nipple.

She let out a high-pitched moan before saying, "Would you like to take Jessica's place, Eddie? I know how much you used to love dining on my goods."

Astonished, I tore my eyes away from her body and up to her gaze. "You seem to forget that I will never touch you again, Tanya. What the fuck is going on anyway? Since when did a college party turn into an orgy?" I looked downstairs as more frazzled frat guys walked into the house, stunned at the sight before them.

"Mmm, fuck, Jess." She ignored my questions and squeezed her thighs around Jessica's head.

"Hey! Holy boobs what the fuck is going on?" Emmett boomed from the door downstairs as he, Rose, Jasper, and a panicked Alice came in. Rose and Alice immediately pulled their significant others upstairs, passing us without a word. I later found out that the girls knew all along the fucking bash was going to take place. After a few parties, they joined in on the activities, much to my bewilderment; however, they stayed paired together and away from everyone else. Emmett mentioned that they enjoyed watching, but Rose snapped at the first girl who went an inch too close to him.

"Tanya!" I roared after another minute of being ignored. She snapped up and pushed Jessica back. I had to grab a hold of the naked girl's arm as she began her descent down the stairs. I tightened my grip and told her to scram.

Looking back at Tanya, I noticed she had risen and crossed her arms over her chest. She was glaring at me with an evil smirk. "You owe me one hell of an orgasm, Edward!" She turned on heel and made her way towards her room. I followed reluctantly, knowing this was the only way I was going to get answers. When I entered her room, I noticed it was almost identical to her room back home. She had pictures of herself posted on all four walls in what she thought were sexy poses that looked absolutely ridiculous. "What, you've turned prude after we broke up, Eddie?"

I was caught off-guard by her question, and didn't really want her to know about my personal life. "What? No, but what the hell is this? And cover the fuck up, Tanya," I hollered as I tore the comforter off the bed and threw it at her. She flounced down on the bed and sat her hands on top of the blanket.

"Well, Eddie, it's a little game that I came up with to pass the boredom of this place. I'm not going to lie, it is also to watch your fine ass at work and hope to get in on the deal," Tanya said as she stood up from her bed, which effectively made the blanket drop from her lap. She crossed the room in three quick strides and pinned me against the door.

Tanya was an attractive girl, which was the whole reason why I dated her back in high school, however as her naked skin pressed up against my body, I cringed and did my best to push her off without actually having to touch her.

"You can have this anytime you want, Edward. Don't you miss me? Don't you miss this?" She yanked at the frat chain around my neck to pull me closer and tried to kiss me again. The chain was given to me about a month ago when James mentioned he was handing the presidency over to me. I wore it like a badge of honor, excited to have something to call mine—an entire frat house.

"Fuck, no!" I said pushing her off as red flashed over my eyes. "Do you not remember what you did to me? You're a dirty whore, Tanya. I try to be civil, but if you keep throwing yourself at me, that's going to have to change. Give me some answers before I call the Dean and let him know what you are doing."

"Now, Edward, don't do anything you'll regret. After all, your frat boys are the ones down there fucking my innocent sorority sisters. Do you really think they'll believe this was our doing?" Tanya put her hands on her hips and glared. "Listen. It's all a guiltless fuck. The girls agreed to it, and we all thought it would be a lot of fun. Once a week we'll have a little game of sorts, and it'll all lead to some good ole' fucking. Which I know you love, Edward, you can't deny pussy. You don't have to fuck me, but you can have any sorority pussy down stairs that you want."

I didn't know what the fuck to think. As long as it was consented, I shouldn't really care, right? It had also been awhile since I had my dick wet…

The semester passed with a party once a week, and without incident. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, but I also didn't attend every one. Towards the end of the year was when the issues started to arise, and surprisingly it was Alice who brought it to my attention. She was talking to Jasper animatedly about something when I walked by, and to my surprise she hollered by name before I had the chance to walk out the door. We didn't talk much, but the few times we did, I thought she was an annoying little pixie.

"Edward, wait! Edward, geeze you should slow down." Alice grabbed my arm and pulled me outside away from the other guys.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, "What do you want, Alice?"

"Grumpy much, Edward? I have something serious to tell you and it would be nice if I knew my head wasn't going to be ripped off for it." She looked angry and annoyed, a look I wasn't used to seeing on Alice's face.

"Fine, sorry, go ahead." I waved.

"Some of the girls have been complaining about our Saturday game nights. At first, everyone thought it was a lot of fun, but here lately the guys have been a little too aggressive and aren't letting the girls choose who they, well…you know. I heard a couple of girl's mention that the guys ganged up on them and wouldn't stop when they said no." Alice shook her head and continued, "I didn't like the sound of this when that stupid bitch brought it up, anyway. Tanya was so persistent and had the girls wrapped around her finger. You have to do something, Edward. I wanted to tell James but Jasper wouldn't let me."

Needless to say, as soon as the semester ended and the presidency was officially mine, I squashed the entire game. I wasn't going to have anyone, especially a female, being hurt on my account. The task was difficult, considering Tanya fought me the entire way. However, she was stupid enough to get drunk the last game night we had and Emmett snapped a few shots to hold over her head. She was in less than admiring compromising positions, and she reluctantly agreed. The rest was history…or so I thought.

Back in present time:

And that is when it hit me, someone must be trying to bring the game back and perhaps that is why Jessica was killed.