Ain't Born Typical

Rated M: Violence, language and lemons.

Theme Song- U.R.A Fever by The Kills

A former convict and a former juvenile delinquent accidently cross paths during a shooting, which they are wrongfully accused of. Escaping together, they become the FBI's most wanted "Modern day Bonnie and Clyde." During their escape, they come to hate, protect and find solace in each other and realize they still might be human.

Chapter 2- Problem Child

Bella Swan was 15 when she was first handcuffed.

She could still feel how the cold, tight cuffs around her wrists made her bleed that first time. She could still feel how Mr. Shithead, police officer, pulled hard on her arms to get her to move.

She still remembered how her 15 year old brain decided that all of it was meant to be. The cuffs, the blood running down from her nose and into her mouth and some down her chin, and her bloody knuckles, all were part of her.

That was her.

Daughter of divorced parents and resident of the lowest and most disgusting trailer park in Phoenix, Arizona, she was white trash at its best.

"You'll always be shit!" Phil would yell.

Fucking bastard didn't know shit. All he knew was how to open a can of beer and scratch his balls while Renee worked at that goddamn diner every day.

No. That's a damn lie. He also knew how to stare at her tits.

God, she hated him so much. She also hated Renee for being such a dumb bitch.

Bella Swan was 12 when she first robbed a woman at the local Wal-Mart.

Bella Swan was 13 when she punched a punk in the nuts at school for touching her ass.

Bella Swan was 14 when she first got her face rammed into a locker and when she first made a black girl cry.

"Scary white bitch," they all said. For some reason, that would make her smile.

Bella Swan was 15 when she got arrested and put on probation for beating the shit out of Jessica Stanley at a high school party for talking shit.

Bella Swan was 16 when she was sentenced two years in juvi for something she'll never regret. She would do it again if she had to. It wasn't like her life would be any different if she hadn't taken matters into her own hands.

He had fucked it up anyway.

Bella lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out the cracked window. The speedometer said she was going 65, but it was probably wrong. Piece of shit it was, but it was the only thing she owned. It was a present from her dad from when she turned 15. He had driven it all the way from Forks, Washington, some shitty town, just for her. It was an ugly piece of useless metal, but it was from him.

He rarely visited. He rarely called. He rarely wrote to her.

But it was from him.

She sighed as she drove down the dark highway remembering those three days she spent with her dad that year. He took her bowling and to a movie. He wasn't a good dad. Actually, he was a horrible father. But he didn't yell. He didn't curse. He didn't treat her bad. He was nice.

He also didn't smell like beer.

She turned and looked at Edward, the stranger who had saved her life…sort of.

He didn't say much. He really didn't say anything at all.

He looked pissed off so she didn't bother with small talk.

But the fucker was sure good looking.

Sharp jaw covered in just the right amount of stubble, green eyes, thick and strong eyebrows, and that mess of hair she wanted to pull while screaming his fucking name.

He looked older, much older than her. He was probably a good lay. Not like 15 year old Mike Newton.

Shit! That had been awful. First times should always be forgotten. Sweaty and awkward, that was her description of that night in the back of his mother's minivan.

She had always had a thing for older dudes.

Dudes like Edward.

"I'm going to stop at a motel. I'm tired," she said.

Edward only nodded and continued staring at the road ahead.

Strange fucker.

They found a cheap motel in a small town. It looked shady and dark, but so did they.

"Two rooms," she told the bald guy at the front desk.

The man wiped sweat from his head and with boring eyes looked at her and then up at Edward.

"Why don't we get a two bed room? Save us money?" Edward suggested.

She raised her eyebrows at him, questioning his motives.

He deeply sighed. "I'll go straight to bed and close my eyes," he said, making her chuckle.

"What? My body don't interest ya?" She said playfully.

"I would like to rest, it's all."

She turned to the bald man and smacked her gum at him. "You heard the man, get us a room with two beds. Pronto, hombre."

"We only have three rooms available, singled bed," the man said, looking uninterested.

Bella felt her good mood escaping her body. Her heart raced, her jaw clenched and she didn't bother to breathe. Even the way the fuckface looked pissed her off.

"So why the fuck did you let us argue about it? You could have said something earlier, shitface," she yelled as she smacked her hand down on the desk, making him jump back.

The bald man looked shocked by her attitude and maybe a little scared. He gulped and wiped at his sweat again. His nerves made her smirk. She was about to say something else, when she felt Edward wrap his hand around her arm.

Edward sighed pulled Bella away from the desk and took her place in front of the man.

"We'll take a one bed room. I'll sleep in the tub," Edward said, resolved.

The bed was big. Big enough for two.

Edward took his jacket off, threw his backpack into a corner after grabbing a clean shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'll let you use the bathroom. Let me know when you're ready, so I can head to the tub and sleep," he said and looked down at his hands.

She smiled and jumped on the bed, laying her head by his thigh. She began to fiddle with his jean pocket while he continued to stare down at his hands.

"Why don't you sleep on the bed with me? I mean, it's not like I'm sick or something," she suggested.

"I thought you didn't want me to?"

"What gave you that crazy idea?"

Edward looked down at Bella's face.

Her pale skin was a little reddish from the sun. The small freckles on her nose seemed to have multiplied.

They were both sticky from sweat, but somehow on her, it looked…attractive? He shook his head. It really had been a while since he had been with a woman or even near one.

"Why would you suggest something like that?" He asked, moving a strand of hair off her forehead.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't even know me."

"I'm not asking you to have sex."

"You're not."


"I could be a murderer. I could be a sadist. I could be a rapist."

She turned her face away from him and stared at the ceiling.

"You're not any of those things."

"What makes you so sure?"

"You're already in the room with me. You would've done it already. Besides, I know fuckers that are. You don't look like those assholes."

"I could be the devil."

This made her grin at the ceiling and slap her hands down on the bed.

"God save me!" She yelled dramatically and started to giggle.

"Or I could be God testing you. Are you going to heaven, Bella?"

"I'm surrounded by hell. I don't think I'm going to be saved, holy man."

He began to run his index finger from her arm, over her breasts and to her bell. He tapped her belly and darkly smiled at her.

"Who are you running away from, Bella?"

"What makes you think I'm running away?"

"The look on your pretty face, it's says it all. A tough and hard ass girl from the wrong side of town, looking to get the fuck away, that's you. Mommy or daddy probably did you wrong."

She smirked and slapped his hand away.

"You fucked up, probably with someone. You don't have a job and you're a criminal of some sort, with a bad temper and attitude," she said looking straight into his eyes. They didn't say anything for a long minute, but at the end they both smirked, mentally agreeing that they liked each other.

She rose up and headed to the bathroom.

"I'll hurry. Don't fall asleep yet," she said as she closed the door.

She didn't hurry. She took fucking forever.

Edward sighed and looked around the room. The walls were covered in stains and cracks. He couldn't recall how it started. How he ended up staying at a cheap motel with a crazy white trash girl.

His eyes landed on her stuff on the floor, next to his, by the door. He stared at her orange bag for a few minutes before he decided to snoop around. Maybe he could find more about her.


Receipts, loose change, tampons, cigarettes and a few coupons, made up its contents. The coupons made him laugh.

A thief with coupons.

He found her wallet.

He wasn't going to steal from her.

Oh, wow. High morals you have, Masen.

Fuck you.

He opened her wallet and ignored the president on the bills glaring at him.

Her pulled her worn out ID card and studied it. It was expired since last year.

Swan, Isabella Marie

Phoenix, Arizona

HT: 5'4

Eyes: BRN


DOB: 09-13-93


She had just turned 18 two weeks ago.

She was fucking young.

Younger than him.

He was a fucking old man compared to her.

The sound of the shower stopped so Edward jammed all her stuff back into her purse and lay back on the bed and pretended as if he wasn't just snooping around her shit.

A few minutes later, she walked out in white panties and a white tank top.

No bra.

Edward squeezed his eyes shut and hoped his cock would calm the fuck down.

She's just a kid.

Really? Have you looked at her?

Fuck yes! I want to rip those fucking panties with my teeth. Shit!

He felt the bed move as she jumped in and heard her yawn. Her warm body rubbed the side of his, immediately making the situation in between his legs harder.

Fuck, I bet she's tight.

"Yo, Edward?"

"Yeah?" He answered trying to keep his voice even.

"Where are you from?"


"What the fuck are you doing in Arizona?"


She laughed and slapped his belly. He opened his eyes and found her on her side, facing him.

"Do you wanna know what I'm doing in Arizona?"


"Aging, that's why I'm going to Vegas."

"What are you going to do there?"

"Gonna get a job to pay for my next tattoo."

Edward shook his head in amusement. "That's it?"

"Yeah, then wherever after that."


Bella woke up early.

She could never sleep late even if she wanted to. Her brain and body were used to being in full alert at nights. She didn't rest much. There was never a safe time to do that.

She looked to her side to find Edward asleep.

Sexy fucker.

He's probably really fucked up.

He's probably got serious issues.

I like him.

She brushed her teeth and got dressed. It would be another long drive. With the money she had taken from the old bastard back at that shitty store, they could probably make it out of the state of Arizona and into Nevada.

Edward was still asleep. She decided to give me a few more minutes, before jumping his ass.

She gathered her shit together from the floor and pushed his aside. When she tugged his jacket off her stuff, a heavy lump loudly fell by her foot.

She bent down and pulled his jacket away to examine what the hell it was. Shiny, pretty silver caught her eye.

Phil used to own one of these.

Then her eyes widened as her fingers touched the coldness of the metal.

A gun.

"What the hell are you doing?" Edward asked.

Yes Bella and Edward might have issues, but thats the fun part!

More fun for these two next chapter. I'm enjoying this. I hope you are too.

Leave me some love.

Are you into older "dudes" like Bella?

How old do you think he is?

P.S He isn't that old...he's just older. That makes sense :)