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CH.1 Liquid Fire

Two weeks, I listened to Billy tell me Jake was sick, two weeks alone by myself, with nothing to do but think. Thinking is dangerous. It leads my mind down a path better left alone.

I knew Billy was lying. I knew Jacob was not sick. He was avoiding me, but I didn't know why.

I grabbed my keys, pulled on my jacket and headed to La Push. I needed answers.

I pulled up in front of Jake's house and decided to wait until I saw him. Even if it took all night, he was going to tell me why he didn't want to be my friend anymore.

I was so distracted trying to distract myself that I didn't see Jacob approach my truck; I only became aware of his presence when I heard the tap on my window.

I rolled the sticky window down so I could talk to Jacob, but when I looked at him, I lost my breath. His beautiful hair had been cut short, his smile that could light a room was replaced with a hard line, and his eyes that had held laughter looked dead and resentful.

What had happened to my best friend, my sun? I wondered.


"What are you doing here Bella?"

"I ... I wanted to talk to you."

"Talk." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Alone." I said taking notice of the four large boys behind him.

He looked back to the four large guys behind him, "Okay," he said but only after receiving a nod from Sam Uley.

"Jake, what did I do?" I asked desperately trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Nothing it's not you, it's me."

"Oh that's original." I snorted.

"Look Bella we can't be friends anymore."

"Just tell me what I did, I can change." I begged.

"Go home Bella, I can't hang out with you anymore." Jakes told me, the finality in his voice, was painful to hear.

"Please Jake." I whispered.

"It's not good for us to be friends."

I reached for his arm; I would not give my only friend up easily.

"Don't touch me."

"Jake… why can't we be friends anymore? I'm sorry for whatever I did."

"Leave Bella, and don't come back. I don't want you here," he spat at me. He left me standing in the rain looking at his back as he walked into his house.

I don't know how long I stood in the rain, before my mind and body caught up with each other and I could walk back to my truck.

The whole in my heart Jacob Black had been filling reopened; the pain consumed me as I sat in my truck trying to makes sense of everything.

What was so wrong with me that no one could love me?

I started my old rusted truck, backed out of the Black's driveway, and headed away from Jakes house.

I pulled into the parking lot of the only market in La Push, and jumped out. I went inside quickly before anyone could see me. I was on a mission, I wanted to be numb, to forget all the pain, and feel nothing.

I walked with purpose down the aisle and grabbed two bottles of Vodka. Walking to the counter I prayed whoever was working the register would not care that I was an underage, wet sobbing mess.

Success, I thought. I gripped the two bottles that were now covered in brown paper wrapping close to my chest.

I hopped back into my truck and found myself parked at First Beach. I'm not sure if I drove here or if my truck knew this was the only place I could go.

I got out of the cab, walked to the beach and sat down. I opened one of the bottles of liquid therapy and began drinking. It felt like firewater going down my throat, but as long as it made me forget, I could care less about the taste or the burn.

Jake- Sam, she is getting bombed.

Sam-As long as she does not try to drive, we will not interfere.

Paul-Who cares let the little leach lover get tanked.

The rain had slowed to a drizzle and I was halfway through my first bottle when I heard someone speaking. It took me a minute to focus on his words enough to understand him.

"Is this a private party or can I join?"

I looked up to see Quil standing just behind me.


"Hey Bella." He plopped down on the sand next to me.

I silently passed him the bottle, and watched as he took a long swig of the liquid fire it held.

"Thanks." He handed the bottle back to me.


"So why are you drinking?"

I debated on whether to tell him or not, but realized it didn't really matter if he knew.


"What about Jake?"

"He said he didn't want to be friends anymore. He told me to leave and not to come back," I told him shrugging. "He told me I wasn't good. Edward said the same thing."

Jake- Fuck that's not what I said.

Sam- That's what she heard.

Jake- She's never going to forgive me.

Paul-Looks like your friend, Quil will help her through it.

Jake-Shut the fuck up Paul!

"He's not my friend anymore either. Embry too," Quil said softly.

"Sorry." It was all I could manage.

"Me too."

Jake- Oh, this is just great. She is getting wasted with Quil the panty chaser.

Paul- I think it's hilarious; maybe they will toast you.

Sam- Paul shut up!

We passed the bottle back and forth until it was empty. I opened the second and handed it to him. Quil tipped it back to his lips letting the liquid pour down his throat, handing it back to me when he was finished. I brought the mouth of the bottle to my lips and let the numbness in a bottle glide down my throat.

"We're going to need more." I told him.

Jake- Sam, we can't let this happen.

Sam-We will not interfere unless she tries to drive.

"How did you get this in the first place?" Quil asked.

"Just walked into the market and bought it."

"My parents own the market. Let's go. No one will say anything." He helped pull me up from the sand while he was talking.

I stood and swayed slightly, but I was mostly still in control.

"Let's get something that tastes better." I suggested.

"Whatever you want."

Quil and I walked to the market. Thankfully, the same nonobservant clerk was behind the counter. We each grabbed a couple of bottles, paid and left with our bottles held tight.

The rain had picked back up by the time we made it outside.

"Shit, it's raining again." I complained.

"Come on, my house is close by and my parents are gone for the weekend."

Quil said, helping me steady myself.

Jake- Sam, do something.

Sam-What do you want me to do? I don't think she would listen to anything any of us said. She's hurt right now.

Jake-You know why I had to do that.

Paul-Now you can watch Quil fuck her.

Sam-PAUL go patrol!

Sam- Jake, I am sorry I know this is hard for you, but we cannot interfere, she would know we were watching. How do you think that would go over?-

We walked to his house, silently clutching our bottles. We were both in deep in thought. When we made it to the front door, Quil dug his keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door and helped me inside.

"Want a glass or are we still boozing it the beach way?" Quil asked.

"No glass." I told him.

I didn't realize how cold I was until we were out of the rain and wind. I could feel myself shivering, and my teeth were chattering.

"Damn Bella you're freezing." Quil said as he looked at me. "Come on you can borrow some sweats." He began pulling me up the stairs.

Quil walked into his room with me following and started rummaging through his drawers.

"They'll be big, but they're dry," he offered, handing me a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. "I'll wait in the hall while you change." He walked out and closed his door.

Quil's room was a typical teenage guy's room, not that I had much to compare it to. He had a few band posters on the wall and his bed was unmade. It was actually pretty clean. I dressed quickly and walked into the hall carrying my wet clothes.

Here we'll throw them in the dryer." He lead me to the laundry room.


"No problem," he shrugged.

We went back down stairs, grabbed our drinks, and headed to the couch.

"You hungry?"

"A little." I admitted.

"You're not going to be able to drive home, you can stay here I'll sleep on the couch." Quil told me.

"You sure your parents won't come home?"

"They're visiting family at the Makah Rez."

"Alright, I'll call and leave Charlie a message that I'm staying with a friend." I paused before saying. "Hey Quil… Thank you."

"No worries."

Quil popped in a DVD, made us some sandwiches, and grabbed a bag of chips. We started eating and munching on chips drinking the whole time. I was definitely feeling the alcohol by this point.

"Can I ask you something?" Quil asked me after we had been sitting for a while.

"Sure why not." I told him.

"Were you and Jake a thing?"

"No, he was my best friend, why?"

"He always made it seem like it was more." Quil told me.

"No, we were never together. Edward didn't love me enough to stay and Jacob doesn't even love me enough to be my friend." I could feel the emotions I had been trying to drown out come bubbling to the surface as I spoke.

"Why am I unlovable?" I mumbled.

"You're not unlovable Bella." Quil told me.

"It feels that way, it hurts so much."

"Shhh it's going to be ok." He put his arm around me.

"It hurts so much Quil, why am I not good enough?" I was rambling.

"You are Bella, I promise," he told me hugging me tight.

I looked up to say something, our faces were so close. I don't know who leaned in first, but suddenly our mouths were on each other. I was so lonely, so sad. Quil's warmth felt good.

I felt Quil's tongue trace my lip asking for entrance, which I granted. This was not like any kiss I had ever had, I could feel Quil slide his tongue against mine, and the sensation had me wanting more. I brought my hands up and fisted his hair holding his mouth close to mine. I was so afraid he would pull back and end this kiss just like all my other kisses had ended before they ever started. Instead, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his lap. Quil began running his hands along my sides and then put them inside the back of my shirt.

His hands on my skin felt amazing. He pulled away from my mouth, placing open mouth kisses along my jaw and sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth. I could not help the moan that escaped my mouth. He continued his assault on my neck as I began my own on his. His skin tasted like the sea, salty but with a hint of something sweet.

Quil pulled back looking me in the eyes, "Bella I don't want you to regret this tomorrow, so tell me if you're not sure… please."

"I'm not that drunk, I know what I'm doing Quil." I told him and it was the truth.

He reached the hem of my shirt and looked at me questioningly. I nodded my head yes.

Quil pulled the hoodie over my head, sucking and nipping along my collarbone. His hands came up and rested at the bottom of the fabric of my bra.

I tugged on his shirt until I got it off and let my hands roam over his shoulders, and chest. Quil was built, I noticed as my hands explored his muscular chest as I kissed along his strong jaw to his neck.

He reached behind my back and grabbed the clasp on my bra, again looking at me for permission.

"Yes," I moaned.

He popped the clasp and pulled my bra from my body freeing my breasts. He brought his mouth to my nipple and began suckling as his hand massaged my other breast. His warm mouth encasing my sensitive nipple caused my body to react in ways I never knew existed.

I could feel warmth spread across my body and pool at me center. I sucked his lobe into my mouth gently biting down, causing him to groan. I could feel him hardening beneath me.

Quil removed his mouth from my breast and grabbed my thighs that were now straddling him. He wrapped them around his waist as he stood up. He carried me up the stairs as I kissed his neck, and jaw. When I reached the spot just below his ear, his steps faltered.

He entered his bedroom and kicked the door closed with his foot. He laid me down on his bed, hovering over my seminude body.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he breathed as he kissed my neck.

"Don't stop," I panted.

He started kissing a trail down my body, stopping at my breasts. He took turns sucking each nipple into his mouth, then kissing in between my breast. He continued kissing down my stomach and dipped his tongue in my belly button, making me moan at the sensations overtaking me.

Quil slipped his fingers into the waistband of the sweatpants he loaned me, sliding them down my legs. I sat up and began unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them down his body. I was left in only my panties, as Quil kneeled in only his boxers. Quil pulled me flush to his body, I could feel his hardness against my thigh. I relished the fact that I was wanted, and was the cause his arousal.

It made me feel powerful.

Quil started licking and kissing around the edge of my panties. He finally pulled them down my legs and tossed them somewhere in the room. I should have felt self-conscious but I could not find it in myself to do so.

Quil brought one hand down and cupped my mound, making me moan at the heat of his touch.

"I want to taste you, let me taste you Bella?" he asked. His vice was husky and filled with desire, desire for me. No one had ever craved me before, not like this.


He ran one finger up and down my slit never pushing in. "You're so wet," he groaned.

He grabbed my legs spreading and bending them at the knee. He then planted his face in my center and ran his tongue from top to bottom of my opening.

My hips involuntarily bucked, and I could hear the moans coming from my chest.

He pushed one finger inside me and started pumping in and out, as his tongue mimicked the ministrations of his finger.

"You taste so fucking good." He breathed into my center.

"Oh god, don't stop," I begged.

I felt him add another finger as his mouth wrapped around my clit and began sucking.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I yelled. Shocked by my own words.

"Cum Bella."

I came hard and Quil licked every drop I offered. He pulled himself up my body and crashed his mouth onto mine, I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and it was a total turn on.

"My turn." I pulled away and pushed him down beside me.

I kissed his lips once more and then began licking and sucking my way to his rock hard member. Shit he's huge, I thought.

I had never done this before, and I was nervous I wouldn't know what to do. I tried to clear my mind so I wouldn't overthink what I was doing and just did what felt natural.

I licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip and Quil hissed the moment my tongue touched him. I took his head into my mouth and began sucking, as I wrapped my hands around the base of him and began to stroke him. I let my teeth graze his length as I brought my mouth back to the head and then sucked my way down, repeating my actions. I didn't know if I was doing this right, but Quil was moaning and had his hands wrapped in my hair so I guessed I wasn't doing it wrong.

I flattened my tongue, drug it around his head, and sucked as hard as I could getting as much of him in my mouth as possible while my hand stroked his length.

"Fuck Bella, I'm going to cum."

I just sucked him harder and stroked with more pressure. I felt his him grow even bigger and then hot spurts of sweetness filled my mouth.

I drank every drop and licked my way back up to his head. I kissed my way back up his body and attached my lips to his. He flipped me over and hovered above me kissing me ferociously.

Quil positioned himself at my entrance and I could feel the head of his cock resting there.

"Are you sure?" He asked.


"Have you ever?"

"No, you?"


"If it hurts too much tell me and we can stop," he promised.

Quil began pushing into me slowly and very gently inch by inch. I could feel myself stretching and it burned a little but not enough for me to tell him to stop. He pulled all the way out and began pushing in again; he brought his mouth to mine and started kissing me, as he pushed through my barrier.

"Fuck," I hissed as the pain and burning took over.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

"No, just stay still for a minute."

After a couple of minutes, the pain started easing so I moved my hips to let Quil know he could move.

He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in.

"Holy shit you feel good, you're so tight and wet," He gritted between his teeth.

I could tell he was struggling to maintain the slow pace he set trying to be as gentle as possible for my sake, but I needed more.

"Faster Quil," I urged.

Quil began pumping into me faster and harder. I felt no pain just ecstasy.

"Oh God, don't stop." I cried.

I met Quil's every thrust with my hips and the pleasure I felt could not be described.

"Fuck! It feels so good." I gasped.

I had my legs wrapped around his waist and my nails were raking down his back. Our lips were locked together, tasting and stroking each other's tongues. Quil reached in between our bodies and started circling my clit.

"I'm so close," I panted.

"God damn you feel good," Quil groaned. "Cum with me." He sped up his thrust and started making smaller tighter circles around my clit.

"OH GOD QUIIILLL!" I screamed as I fell off the edge.

"BEEELLLLLLAAAA!" Quil ground out, as he spilled his hot seed into me.

Quil gave a few more thrust and then pulled out pulling me close to his side and covering us with his blanket. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, and his arms wrapped securely around me.