This story is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. Some themes include underage drug abuse, adult drug abuse, violence while under the influence, poor judgment while intoxicated, graphic medical scenarios, graphic sexual situations that are consensual, explicit language, and extreme angst. Be advised, this work of fiction is not suitable for everyone. If you are under 18 or find these situations upsetting or uncomfortable, please move on. Otherwise, I urge you to read with caution.
Mandatory Disclaimer Thingy:I am not the owner of Twilight, or any of its respective characters. That honor belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I'm just using them, and I promise I'll return them in pristine condition. Maybe not Edward—he might get a little dirty.
This is the outtake for the Fandom Fights the Flood compilation. If you donated, thanks again.
The outtake includes Edward's missing moments between chapters 1 and 2. You'll find out where he was, what he was doing, and who he was with. I hope you enjoy it. The next chapter of the main story should be ready sometime soon.
The song for the outtake is Venus in Furs by Velvet Underground. Link to the song, like always, is on the profile.
My lips tingled, and I could taste Bella in my mouth as I got into my car. It killed me to leave her when she gave me that sad look, but yet, I still left her every time. It wasn't that I wanted to, or even that I wanted to hurt her—it was just the craving for that next high was stronger.
I'll admit it—I'm a drug addict.
Becoming a world class screw up wasn't something I had planned, or was even proud of, but it was born out of my need to numb the expectations, sadness, and stress that came with being the son of Carlisle and Esme Cullen. I blamed that, and the fact that my father was an alcoholic, damning my genes to be more susceptible to the evils of addiction than the rest of the population. So it didn't matter how many times she asked me to stay, if drugs were involved, they would always come first.
I'd hoped that Jasper would be ready to go once I got there, because I wanted to keep my promise to Bella for once. I could see in her eyes that the fact I hung out with Jasper so much was becoming a problem. It wasn't that I'd preferred him over her. Instead, it was that he could always find what I was looking for—the reason that kept me tied to him. No matter how dry things were, he was the man that could always find whatever drug you were looking for.
When I pulled up to the curb, Jasper was sitting in front of his apartment building. It was a three-story brick building with large glass windows spanning an entire block. The outside screamed laid back and bohemian, seeming like the perfect place for a dealer to live. Calling him a dealer, however, probably wasn't the best description. He only did business with people who worked with large quantities, so supplier might have been a better word. The fact that Jasper sold drugs at all wasn't known by many people, and it was the one thing I'd kept from Bella. I had promised to tell her everything and to keep no secrets between us. That particular piece of information, though, wasn't something she needed to know. I wanted to keep her as safe from that world as possible. Even so, it made me feel like shit that I had kept it from her.
Jasper stood up when I pulled next to the curb. I rolled down the passenger side window, and he leaned down, placing his hands on the roof of the car. He had a slight smirk on his face—a look that usually meant that I wasn't going to like what he was about to say.
"Hey, man, pull around back. We're taking my car," he said, opening the door and climbing in.
"What the fuck, Jazz? What the hell is going on?" I asked as I drove around to the back of the building.
"I got to make a run to Hoquiam, and I didn't think you'd want to take your car on that trip," Jasper answered. I raised my eyebrow in question, waiting for him to tell me what this trip was about. Normally when he suggested we take his car, it meant one thing; we were going to be picking up large quantities of drugs.
"My guy called and said he had some product I might be interested in," he said.
"Fuck," I whispered.
"What?" Jasper asked.
"You could have told me this shit over the phone, Jazz. It would have saved me a trip because, I would have told you then to go fuck yourself. Do you even know what you interrupted?" I asked.
I was pissed off because this was just the type of shit he pulled all the time. It was getting to the point where I was about to drop him. Yeah, I felt sorry for him for the whole Victoria debacle, but he was starting to come between me and Bella. She was the only person who stuck by me and loved me despite what I put her through. I knew how lucky I was—most girls would have told me to take a hike a long time before. Bella was a rare gem, and I needed to start treating her that way.
Jasper chuckled and shook his head, giving me the impression that he wasn't taking me seriously. I parked the car, got out, and slammed my door. Twenty-two years of friendship was the only reason I didn't punch him in the face. I kept telling myself that he didn't have a girlfriend, so he had no idea what I was going through.
"Hey, man, look…," Jasper began.
"So going to Newton's was a lie then?" I interrupted.
"No, that fucker really did try to put one over on me. Stupid fuck. I called you because I figured you'd get a kick out of making him piss himself. Since you threatened him the last time he hit on Bella, he's been scared shitless of you. You know this. Plus, that was a sight I didn't want to pass up."
I couldn't help but laugh. That jackass followed my girl around like a lost puppy in high school. Before Bella and I got together, I wanted to beat his ass every time he talked to her. When she became my girl, though, he backed off for a while. About a year ago, he grew some balls and asked her out while I was away with Jasper, aiding him in one of his drug runs. When she told me he'd started hitting on her again, I lost my cool. I found that fucker and told him in no uncertain terms to leave her alone or no one would find his body. He got the message that night—my words, or his view from the cliffs in La Push, helped drive my point home.
"After I got off the phone with you, my dude called. I figured that we could just skip Newton and get better shit in Hoquiam," he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. Bella was going to be so pissed, but if I was going to do this, I might as well stock up. Hoquiam was home to the big time players, if you didn't want to drive all the way to Seattle.
"Fine," I said. "I'll go with you, but I want to get back as soon as possible. I promised Bella I wouldn't be gone that long, and I intend on keeping that promise."
He shrugged again and nodded his head.
"Sure, man. Whatever," he said.
I climbed into the passenger's seat of Jasper's 1973 Plymouth Duster, wanting to get the shit over with. I was going to do my best to speed the trip along so I could get back home. Jasper was just going to have to understand.
We pulled up in front of a small house at the end of a small dead end road. It was the kind of neighborhood families prayed to live in, with its low noise and safe-ish feeling. What most people would be shocked to realize was, in the house to the side of me, lived one of the most notorious players in the Washington state drug scene.
Demetri Webster was king in this part of the world. He made his living buying from his connection in Mexico and turning around and selling it to suppliers like Jasper, who in turn hooked up with people who supplied the street dealers. Demetri lived modestly so he wouldn't bring attention to himself. It was smart, and he kept his money in secret locations the cops would never know to look.
His only weakness was his girl, Jane. She was a sweet little thing who was nice to everyone and always made you feel welcome. No one fucked with her because she was genuinely liked, and Demitri would have shoved his Beretta 92FS 9mm in your mouth quicker than you could have said I was just kidding. Dude was huge and someone you didn't want to mess with, but do something to Jane, and it was like signing your death warrant. It wasn't hard for me to like her, because she reminded me of my own girl. She had an innocence about her that was endearing, but she would rip you a new one if she thought you deserved it.
Jasper and I exited the car and walked up the three patio steps toward the door. I knocked and waited for someone to answer before Demetri opened the door, inviting us inside and closing it.
"Hey, what's up, Edward?" Demetri greeted.
"Not much, man," I answered.
"Jasper," he acknowledged, nodding.
"Hey, man," Japer replied.
We stood there awkwardly for a few moments, staring at each other. Demetri rubbed the back of his neck and wore an uncomfortable expression.
"Um, Edward, I need you to do me a huge favor," Demetri began. "The guy that was supposed to bring me Jasper's load flaked on me. We're going to have to go pick it up, and I need you to stay here with Jane because it's just not a good idea to leave her alone right now."
I wrinkled my brow and looked at him with confusion.
"Look, she's tweaking real bad, and I'm afraid she'll do something to herself if she's alone," he admitted. The stress and pain was clear on his face, and I was having a hard time finding a reason to refuse his request. If it was Bella…no, I wasn't going to go there.
"Look, I'll give you some tabs for your trouble. I just need someone to stay while I'm gone. You and Jazz are probably the only ones I'd trust to do this," Demetri explained.
I sighed and nodded my head. Fuck. I'm going to be late and break my promise, I just know it. He smiled and hit me on the shoulder.
'I owe you big time, man. Let me go get that for you real quick, and then we'll be on our way,"
He walked out of the room and disappeared down the hallway to the right of us. I looked at Jasper, who had his head hanging toward the floor. I knew this information was freaking him out as bad as it was me because he liked Jane, too.
When Demetri entered the room after a few minutes, we composed ourselves. It wouldn't have been good to show that we were upset, because it would have pissed Demetri off. Yeah, he was asking me to help out, and he was upset but that was his girl. It was his concern and had nothing to do with us. He handed me a small baggie with a decent amount of white oblong pills.
"She's in the kitchen. Just…keep her busy, okay? I'm hoping she'll tire herself out and get some sleep. If that happens, just help her get to the couch. I'll take care of her when I get back, okay?" he asked.
"Sure, no problem," I said.
"What's she on, if you don't mind me asking?" Jasper questioned carefully.
"Fucking meth," Demetri spat.
I blanched, and was appalled by his statement. It became clear that he really would have done or given her anything she had wanted. My decision to keep Bella away from these people seemed more right by the second.
"Never should have let her have it," Demetri whispered.
I was sure we weren't supposed to hear that bit of information, and we acted like we hadn't. Demetri straightened his features and motioned for Jasper to follow him. With a nod to me, Jasper went out the front door behind Demetri, and then they were gone.
Sighing, I took two pills from the plastic bag and then shoved it into my pocket. I had a feeling I was going to need take some pills when I found Jane. Fucking meth. What the hell was he thinking?
Jane was on her hands and knees when I entered the kitchen. She had a toothbrush in her hand and there was a bucket full of mop water next to her. Using the toothbrush, she was scrubbing the floor furiously. Her light blond hair was tied into a knot on top of her head and the pieces that wouldn't fit framed her face. The concentration was plain by her expression, and she hadn't even noticed my presence.
"Hey, Jane, what are you doing?" I asked.
She jumped and landed flat on her ass. The action made her nudge the bucket, making some of the water slosh out. She cursed and got up quickly.
"I'm sorry I scared you. Hey, let me help," I said.
"Oh, hey, Edward. Yeah, there are some towels in the laundry room," she said as she scowled at the puddle on the floor.
I made quick work of getting the towels from the room off to the side of the kitchen. When I returned, I helped her mop up the water.
"Fuck, now the entire kitchen is contaminated," she whined.
"Um, how? It was just a small puddle," I said.
She huffed and picked at her arm, opening up a scab.
"You don't understand, Edward. There are pesticides everywhere, and we've just made it worse," she explained.
"What?" I asked. I was confused and couldn't figure out what the fuck she was talking about.
"Pesticides, Edward," she continued, talking like she was addressing a small child. "The dirt in the air is mixing with the electricity in the house, creating pesticides that get under your skin. I have to get rid of all of them."
Damn it, I liked Jane, but I was not ready for this level of craziness. I really, really needed to take those tabs upon speaking with her. Walking over to the cabinets, I searched until I found a glass. I turned on the tap and filled it up half way. Then I put the two pills in my mouth, took a large drink, and swallowed it all down. There. With the drugs working their way into my system, where they would be useful, it wouldn't be long until I could handle all the crazy pesticide talk. Well, at the very least, it wouldn't bother me as much.
An hour later, Jasper and Demetri still weren't back, and Jane had decided all of the electronic appliances were a problem, so she had me moving them all out to the shed. I knew when Demetri got home he was going to be pissed, but I was going to blame Jane. It was a guaranteed way to keep my ass from being kicked.
"Edward!" Jane screeched.
I froze with the microwave in my arms as I was walking out the back door. Oh holy fuck, what's the problem now?
"You're walking through the current. You have to jump over it, or you'll stir up the air and make more pesticides."
I closed my eyes and sent out a little prayer. The madness was making me lose my patience and my cool. Everything she had asked me to do I had done, and the next thing I was supposed to do was perform circus tricks while holding heavy appliances? I wanted to cry because I was going to end up breaking something.
"Jane, I'm not sure I can do that. Can't I just step over it or something?" Please go with it, Jane. You're killing me here.
"Fine," she said with a huff. "Just be careful or we're going to have to clean the entire kitchen again."
Of course we fucking are. It's not like I have anything better to do today.
I raised my leg up and stepped over the threshold and went outside. I walked until I was inside the small shed and set the microwave on top of a table in the middle. There were different electronic devices all around, ranging from the stereo to Jane's laptop.
I let out a frustrated scream into the open air, hoping to purge the feelings inside of me. I wanted to kick Demetri in the head badly because it was his fault Jane was acting like she belonged inside of a mental institution. For the millionth time since he'd told me, I wondered what had possessed him to let her start taking meth. Any idiot knew it made you crazy, yet he let her have it without a second thought. If I had been in that situation, I would have flushed that shit down the toilet and yelled at Bella for hours. No way would I let something like that happen to my girl. I would rather have her hate me and kick me out than watch her go through something like what Jane was going through.
My eyes closed, and I let a few deep breaths fill my lungs, trying to calm down. Jane didn't deserve to deal with my anger, so I tried to push it down. Yelling and beating up Demetri would only get me killed. I needed to get back to Bella and hold her in my arms, making me forget all of the shit like only she could.
After twenty minutes of begging and pleading, I convinced Jane to sit down and relax. I had to sweep the couch and lay a freshly washed cover over it before she would comply. It was worth doing the work, though, because she was slowly starting to tire out after she had stretched out on it. I was relieved she was finally succumbing to her exhaustion, and I felt like I could take it easy.
I was starting to wonder what was taking so long as I watched some TV. It was the only electric device I could talk Jane out of storing outside. I reasoned that Demetri would be upset if he missed his Ultimate Fighting shows. Not to mention, I'd told her that the television produced the least amount of electricity, thus creating the least amount of pesticides. It was complete bullshit, but it placated her enough for me to have something to do when she crashed.
I realized as I changed the channel that I had been here for a total of two hours. Hope that Jasper and Demetri were ever coming back was vanishing as each new second passed. I was going to be stuck there with Jane's meth induced craziness, and I would never see my Bella again.
Christ, Edward, pull yourself together. Dramatic much?
Okay, so maybe I was taking things a little too far, but it was way past time for me to be back. Bella was going to have my balls. I would've called her, but I was afraid Jane would wake up, and Bella would've heard her in the background. If she had heard Jane, there was no way I could have talked my way out of that fuckery. My girl would have thought I was cheating, and it all would have been over. No, calling was not an option.
Jasper was going to be a dead man when he returned.
I grabbed the bag out of my pocket and took out three more pills. I needed them to help calm the anger aimed at Jasper. Picking up the glass next to me, I tossed the pills into my mouth and took a big gulp, swallowing it all. Closing my eyes, I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in and waited for them to take effect.
The sound of footsteps jolted me awake, and I was confused as to where I was for a moment. Then I remembered—I was at Demetri's place. I looked around and saw Jasper standing over me.
"C'mon, man, we need to get out of here," he demanded.
I stretched and gave him a perplexed look. He had been gone for—I raised my arm up and checked my watch—three fucking hours, and he wanted me to hurry up right this minute. Not really in the mood to deal with his shit after the day I'd had, I stood up and pushed past him in search of Demitri. I had not gone all the way to Hoquiam to not get what I'd come for.
Demetri was in the kitchen making a sandwich and looked up when I entered the room.
"Hey, man. I wanted to get a couple of other things while I was here. Sorry to disturb you," I said.
"Sure," he said as he put the sandwich down and led the way to the back of the house. Inside the guest bedroom, there were different kinds of drugs, all packaged for sale.
"So, what did you need?"
I listed off the different things I needed, including Bella's bag. That particular item was a must, especially since I had pretty much bailed on her for the day.
"No charge," he said as I pulled out my wallet. "You took care of my girl today, and that's my way of saying thanks."
Well, hell, I wasn't going to argue with the man. Sure, I had the money, but free was free. I wasn't going to throw his gift back in his face. I said my thanks and started to walk back out to Jasper.
"Oh, one more thing," Demetri said. "Where in the hell is all my stuff?"
I chuckled. "It's out in the shed, Dem. Jane thought they were creating more pesticides and..."
"Say no more," he replied with a wave of his hand. "I understand."
I left him and went to find Jasper. He wasn't in the house, so I took my search outside and found him sitting in his car. He was agitated, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. When I got in the car, he let out a sigh and pulled away from the house.
Conversation was light and was focused on what Jasper had been doing for the past three hours. The guy they wanted to buy from tried to screw Demetri out of a promised price, and he had to convince him otherwise with his firearm. Luckily, things got better from that point on, and the guy decided it was in his best interest to not mess with Demetri.
It was all the same bullshit Jasper found himself in regularly. At times, I wondered how the poor bastard was still living, but I guessed he had nine lives or something. I tended to stay away from the actual buying part. I had a girl at home, and I really wanted to live so I could see her.
"So, what now?" Jasper asked.
I shot him an incredulous look. "What now?" I seethed. "I'll tell you what now, mother fucker. I am going home, and I'm going to try to convince my girl not to cut off my balls. I get that you ran into problems, but that shit made me break a promise. I'm tired of disappointing her all the damn time, Jasper."
He rolled his eyes. "All right, then. We're going to your place. Fuck, man, that was all you had to say."
I parked my car in our driveway and walked up toward the house. Jasper pulled in behind me, got out, and followed me up. I knew that he would come over, because he always did. I believed he was lonely, and he really needed a girlfriend. A thought crossed my mind, and it didn't sound too bad. Maybe Bella could suggest someone that he could date. She was a sensible girl who knew sensible people, and God knew Jasper needed that in his life.
I entered the house and didn't see Bella anywhere, so I sat down and decided to watch some TV. Jasper joined me and we became engrossed in some show on the History Channel. Honestly, I loved this kind of shit. Some of those programs were fascinating, and I found myself bugging my girl all the time with random facts I'd learned off there. It kind of pissed her off at times, but I couldn't help myself. I was a dumbass, but it was nice sometimes to sound smart.
Sometime later, Bella appeared from the back of the house. Just the sight of her caused me to break out into a huge grin. God, I'd missed her beautiful face. When I looked at her closer, I could see she was beyond pissed, and it looked like she had been crying. My heart ached, knowing her tears were my fault.
I was going to have to fix things because there was no way I could let her go without a fight.
So…what you expected?