When Day Ends and Night Begins
A Twilight Fan Fiction
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This story contains underage drug and alcohol use, profanity, discussion of sex and sexually explicit acts. Mature readers only please.
This story is Unbeta'ed! Please forgive the occasional grammatical errors. I'm only human, after all.
Chapter 37: Consequences
"Bella, there's a stop sign… Bella, it's starting to rain… Bella, slow down a bit…"
My gaze flickered to the dash. I was going 35 mph.
"Edward, its fine. Relax."
"Slow down," he urged. "You're going too fast."
I glanced over at him, surprised by how tense he was. His right hand was gripping the assist handle above his head while his left arm hovered in front of my chest. I assumed it was to brace me in case I hit something.
"Stop," I whined angrily as I pushed his arm away from me.
"Bella, if you would just slow down I'd stop freaking out…"
I dropped to a crawling 25 mph.
"Happy?" I asked.
I saw Edward visibly relax from the corner of my eye before he turned towards the stereo. His profile looked lovely in the faint flow from the dashboard. I watched him for a moment, my gaze roaming over his perfect nose and full lips as he chewed casually on a piece of cinnamon gum. Very few could make gum look that good.
I watched him flip through various stations before landing on KDay.
A song was on, a slow beat with some humming followed by a rap; a song I'd never heard before.
"Ohhh… " Edward exclaimed happily. "That's the jam!"
I giggled at his drunken lingo.
"Shorty get down, good Lord… Baby got 'em open all over town. Strictly bitch, you don't play around. Cover much ground, got game by the pound." Edward's voice was thick with soul as he sang openly and freely in the comfort of his car. I couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes as he continued to sing, his gaze fixed on me as he bounced his shoulders from side to side and pointed towards my chest.
"Getting paid is a forte, each and every day, true player way…" he continued with a wide smile. "I can't get her out of my mind… I think about the girl all the time…"
I burst out laughing when he twirled his fingers in a circle around his head as if in a daze.
He continued this way for the remainder of the drive back to his house; singing along to old rap songs and dancing in the passenger seat.
But like all good things, it came to an end when we pulled into his driveway.
"See? Safe and sound. You had nothing to worry about."
"Easy for you to say," he laughed. "You drive like a maniac."
"I do not!" I argued.
"Yes you do! You were swaying all over the place… Stackin' up the cash, fast when it came to the gas. By no means average, she's on when she's got to have it… Baby you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in… can I get down, so I can win?"
His words slowly turned from honest Edward talk to the rap we had listened to only moments ago. I giggled again from his drunken silliness and then squirmed away from him when his hands reached out to rub up my thighs.
"What song is that?" I asked as we climbed out of his car.
"What?" he looked at me surprised. "You've never heard that song before?"
"No Diggity! Blackstreet!"
"Is… that supposed to mean something?" I asked confused.
"Its called No Diggity by Blackstreet, baby."
I laughed again from the look on his face.
"Damn. How have you never heard that song? Even I've heard it in Ass-Crack-Forks."
"Calm down," I teased.
I reached out for Edward's hand and pulled him towards his front door. It was just after 8 and I could see that his parents were already home.
"Act sober or you're gonna get us both in trouble," he whispered hastily to me.
I chuckled and rang the doorbell before making sure my skirt was flat and covering everything.
"Ohhh… Now we're in trouble," he hissed with a wink.
The front door swung open and there was Carlisle.
"Hi," I said with a small smile.
Carlisle's eyes flickered up to Edward before he turned to me. I smiled again, knowing he wouldn't be too upset because I was completely sober.
"How did you get here?" he asked. The tone in his voice surprised me. I could tell he was trying to hide his anger.
"I drove, Mr. Cullen," I said, my smile slowly fading.
I watched Carlisle's gaze shift back to Edward.
"Don't you have work tonight?" he asked.
"No," Edward said. All of the humor in his voice was gone now. "I changed my schedule for school."
"You're drunk," Carlisle stated angrily.
I gulped from the obvious tension in the air.
"You're underage," Carlisle said.
"You think this is a joke?"
"No, but I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself."
"Apparently not if your sixteen-year-old girlfriend is driving you home."
I glanced up and saw Edward's jaw clench tightly. This was not how I anticipated this situation to go down. I honestly figured Carlisle wouldn't be so angry. After all, the boys, especially Emmett, often went home drunk after a night of partying. Right?
"Sir?" I spoke up. "A few of our friends were having a little… um… party, you see. And Edward had a couple of drinks. I know it was wrong considering he's not twenty-one yet, but I drove us home safely so…"
"You didn't drive yourself home, Bella," Carlisle interrupted me. "You drove your adult boyfriend home. You, on the other hand, now have to find your own way home."
"Don't talk to her like that," Edward snapped.
I reached out and gripped his balled up fist. His anger was something I was slowly starting to become aware of. I found myself sensing it, expecting it. His moods shifted every time something negative was directed towards me. It was a pattern I was starting to catch on to… just like at Tyler's place.
"It's fine," I whispered to him.
"No it isn't, you're not his daughter," Edward said to me.
"That's right," Carlisle added. "You're not, Bella. But Chief Swan is your father and I'm sure he wouldn't be too thrilled to hear about this."
"Well, I plan on calling him myself, Mr. Cullen," I said. "Its my responsibility to tell my father where I am and call on him if I need a ride home. And that's what I'm going to do."
I watched Carlisle's eyebrows rise in obvious surprise.
"My father trusts me, sir. We communicate. He wouldn't be upset about this situation, not if I confide in him. Not if I told the truth."
I watched Carlisle's eyes flicker to Edward once more.
"You have to get up early tomorrow," Carlisle said to Edward. "You should go to bed."
Edward gave his dad a stiff nod before he turned to me.
"When are you calling Charlie?" Edward asked in a low voice, obviously dismissing his father.
"Now," I said. "Can I use your bathroom?"
"Yeah." Edward wrapped his hand around mine before he pushed his way past Carlisle.
"Is this ok?" I asked Carlisle as Edward towed me forcefully behind me.
Carlisle gave me a small nod before he turned towards the kitchen.
Reaching Edward's bedroom, I immediately ran to the sink in his bathroom.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Washing my face."
I used a bit of his Clean and Clear face wash and some of his toothpaste to quickly wash up before I turned back towards him.
"I need your phone," I said. "I left mine in my bag."
"Who are you calling?" he asked as he handed me his iPhone.
"You're seriously calling Charlie?" His eyes were wide with horror.
"Trust me," I soothed.
The phone rang once… twice…
"Edward?" Charlie's voice was alarmed on the other line.
"Hi, dad. Its me," I said.
"Bell? Where's your phone?"
"Its in my bag in Edward's car. Look, dad, I need a ride home. I'm at Edward's house."
"Why? Did something happen? Are you all right?" I could hear the nervousness rise again.
"No, no, of course not. Edward's just… he had a drink today and we both know that it would be very irresponsible of him to drive me home now."
My gaze flickered to Edward. He was watching me with wide eyes, looking absolutely drunk and terrified.
"Relax." I moved my mouth without words before I reached out and placed my palm against his cheek.
He relaxed instantly.
"All right, Bell. I'm on my way. Be ready when I get there."
I hung up and turned back towards Edward.
"You need to change," I said to him. "I want you to be there when Charlie gets here, but I don't want you to smell like weed. Change your clothes."
I watched as Edward instantly pulled his shirt and hoodie over his head before darting towards his dresser and pulling on a clean white t-shirt and fresh cotton V-neck sweater.
"How come you never wear that?" I asked, eyeing the sleek black of the thin cotton fabric.
"Cause its lame," Edward said with a laugh.
"No its not. It looks good on you."
Edward rolled his eyes and pulled on the beanie Esme had made for him.
I smiled, knowing he was trying his best to look clean and somewhat sophisticated.
"You look nice," I said.
Edward turned to look at me before he leaned down to give me a chaste kiss.
"Oh! But you need to brush your teeth," I gasped.
He laughed and hastily brushed his teeth before adding some Visine to his eyes.
"Is Carlisle really mad at you?" I asked tentatively.
Edward shrugged before he grabbed my hand a led me towards his door.
We left his room, and after a small glare from Carlisle's direction, we headed out towards Edward's Volvo to grab my things and wait for Charlie. I pulled on my blazer just as Charlie arrived. I watched as he pulled into the Cullen's driveway before he instantly climbed out of the cruiser to get a good look at Edward. Thankfully Edward was able to hold it together and act as sober as possible.
"Hey, man," Edward said.
I rolled my eyes. Ok, he wasn't acting that sober.
"Hey, dude," Charlie joked. "How much did you drink there?"
"Uh… a few shots… with some friends," Edward answered semi-honestly. I watched him scratch the back of his neck nervously.
"A few shots, huh? Whose booze?" Charlie interrogated.
"Uh… Tyler's maybe? We were just being… idiots. Sorry about that, sir."
My eyes flickered nervously to Charlie, awaiting his reaction.
He huffed. "How'd you two get here?" I didn't miss the way Charlie's eyes darted towards the Volvo.
"I drove," I said. "Phil taught me back in Phoenix."
"My little girl is driving her drunk boyfriend home now," Charlie snapped. "Not what I expected from you, Bell."
His words hit home and I watched Edward's face fall.
"Its my fault, Charlie," Edward said sternly. "I'm the asshole. I'm got drunk with my friends and Bella was nice enough to drive me home instead of letting me wait to sober up on my own. It won't happen again."
"Yeah, I've heard that before," Charlie countered.
"Well, it won't. I care about your daughter, sir."
"I've heard that one too."
"Dad," I hissed defensively.
"He's right, Bella," Edward said. "He's right. I shouldn't have gotten drunk, I shouldn't have put that kind of responsibility on you, I shouldn't have hurt you; I shouldn't have ever broken up with you… Jesus, Christ. The list goes on…"
I glanced up, horror struck. He was blaming himself again.
I rounded on him, pushing him away from my father and back towards his porch.
"Stop," I said in a shaky whisper. "Please stop blaming yourself."
"No, Bella," he urged. "All I do is fuck up. Did you see the way Carlisle looked at me? I'm just a big disappointment. I make everyone mad, I hurt everyone's feelings, I make everyone pissed off… fuck, and now I'm whining like a little bit— baby."
Edward yanked his beanie off his head before he turned towards his house, but I reached out and gripped his arm before he was able to take more than a step away from me.
"Hey!" I hissed. "Look at me."
He turned sideways, but kept his eyes averted.
"We screwed up, we're kids. There's no reason for you to get so upset over it. Its ok."
"I am not a kid anymore, Bella," Edward said under his breath. "And I shouldn't be getting you into trouble. Christ, I'm lucky your dad even lets me see you. You're under age."
I frowned at him; shocked by the wall he was putting up between us. Shocked by his anger and pain. I thought we were passed all that. I couldn't understand why he was blaming himself so much. Tearing himself down.
"You're drunk," I murmured.
"You gotta go, Bella. I'll talk to you later," he shot back to me. "Go with your dad. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Stop it!" I snapped. "You're being silly. You're drunk. Stop acting like this, no one is mad at you."
"Bella," Charlie's voice cut through the air, right through our little bubble.
I jumped and turned towards Charlie's voice. I had forgotten he was even there.
"Bella, we have to go. Let Edward sleep it off."
I saw Edward shake his head in defeat, obviously humiliated by the situation.
I turned away from Charlie and pulled Edward's face down towards me.
"I love you," I whispered close to his lips. "I don't want you to hurt. I don't want you to be upset. I love you."
Edward's brows pulled forward in a deep frown before he slowly nodded.
"Tell me you love me," I said.
"I love you."
"Tell me you're not angry anymore."
"I'm not angry anymore."
"Tell me you'll pick me up for school tomorrow."
"I'll pick you up for school tomorrow."
I let my fingers brush over his cheekbones and temples. His expression was so tired, so sad, so defeated. I hated seeing him this way. I knew part of the reason he was being so emotionally unstable was because of the weed and alcohol, but I couldn't help but assume that there was more going on beneath the surface. There were things that he was dealing with that he never talked about. But I couldn't figure out what those things were. All I knew was that something was there. Something bad and every time he was thrown into confrontations, it would find its way out. Tainting the sweet, loveable, happy person he usually was. This whole thing made me feel like I was going in circles, dizzily trying to find my way through the dark that was Edward's mind.
"Kiss me," I said softly.
Edward pressed his forehead to mine before he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to me. We kissed gently; just feeling our lips move slowly against each other.
"I love you, Bella," he said softly.
I heard Charlie clear his throat and knew that was my cue.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.
Edward nodded slowly before finally letting me go.
Charlie helped me put my bags in the back seat before we climbed into the cruiser. We watched Edward climb the steps to his house before we turned around and headed back home.
"How was your first day?" Charlie asked casually.
I shrugged and turned to peer out of the passenger window.
"Not talking to me now?" he teased.
"I'm really upset with you," I snapped.
"You were really mean to Edward tonight…"
"I have the right to be. You are my daughter. How am I supposed to react in a situation like this? How am I supposed to know you are safe when your boyfriend is out getting intoxicated instead of taking care of you?"
"I was safe!" I argued.
"No. He was intoxicated, Bella. I could arrest him for underage drinking."
"Oh my, God. Are you serious? I called you tonight because I thought that by being honest with you, you wouldn't judge me or Edward. I thought that you'd be on our side!"
"Don't yell at me, Bella. I am on your side, but you are just a kid. You need to understand that there are boundaries that Edward and even you are not allowed to cross. I put up with that fact that you might go out and have a cigarette or have a beer with your friends. Hell, I was sixteen once too, so I try to put up with that crap. But I will not put up with Edward getting drunk when he is supposed to be taking care of you."
"Dad, I am not his responsibility. I am my own person. I make my own decisions."
"You don't understand, Bella. Edward and I had a conversation about this before he turned eighteen. We talked about your relationship and he promised me that he would always take on full responsibility when you are with him and I gave him my blessing. He is responsible for you when you are out at night with your friends… and especially when you are alone with him."
"Oh my, God!" I yelled again.
"We are not having this conversation anymore, Bell. I've said what I needed to say and I expect you both to treat me with some respect."
"We do respect you, dad."
"Yeah, well I'm not happy about this. Not at all. Edward needs to learn that this world doesn't revolve around him."
"He knows that, why do think he's beating himself up over it."
"That boy has some things he needs to work out."
I stayed quiet, up until we finally climbed out of his cruiser.
"So what are you saying? I can't see him anymore?"
"I'm not saying that at all," Charlie snapped defensively. "I like the kid, Bell. You know that. I know he doesn't mean any harm and I know he is always considerate of you… but I also think that there should be consequences. There are lines you do not cross with me, and this was one of them. I don't ever want to see this happen again, at least not until you are of age. So you're grounded."
"Yes. Grounded. And if I could, I would ground Edward too."
I stared at Charlie with wide eyes as he pulled my bags over his shoulders and marched towards the front door.
"What does that even mean?" I asked. I had never been grounded before.
"It means, you are not allowed to go out at night after school with Edward or your friends anymore. Not until I feel that I can trust you two again."
I followed Charlie into the kitchen with my mouth still hanging open.
"You hungry?" he asked as he opened the refrigerator.
I nudged Charlie out of the way and pulled out some butter, cheese and tomatoes before I turned towards the pantry and withdrew some bread. I remained quiet while I turned on the stove and began heating a skillet before I turned back towards the cheese and tomatoes.
"Are you mad at him?" I asked as I began slicing the block of cheddar.
"No," Charlie said softly. He was sitting at the kitchen table, watching me work.
"Are you gonna let me see him?"
"Can he still come over after school?"
I layered the cheese and tomatoes between two slices of bread before I popped some butter into the pan. After a few minutes, I sat with Charlie at the table while we quietly ate our grilled cheese sandwiches.
"I need to call him," I said. "I know he's beating himself up over this."
"I was a little surprised to see him blaming himself over everything that happened between you two," Charlie said sympathetically. "I thought he'd gotten over it by now."
"Me too. I don't know what's up with him. He's… I don't know. He's always so happy, but every once in a while he just snaps."
I glanced up and caught Charlie watching me expectantly.
"He kind of got into a fight with Tyler today," I said.
"I don't know. He… Tyler was a little…"
"Yeah and he started bringing stuff up. Like how Edward used to talk about me before we were together. Edward got really defensive over it."
"Was he jealous of the way Tyler was talking about you?" Charlie asked.
"I don't think so. I mean, Tyler didn't really say anything bad. He was just kind of making fun of the way Edward used to talk about me. I was flattered honestly, which is why I'm so surprised by Edward's sudden outburst."
"Maybe he has issues with confiding in people," Charlie said.
I glanced up again, surprised by his empathy.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Maybe he told Tyler those things in confidence and then got overly upset when Tyler told you in front of everyone. Its obvious Edward is a very private person, kind of like me. I see some of myself in him sometimes."
"Its not easy for a guy to be vulnerable, Bella. Maybe that's his problem."
"Yeah… that makes sense. But still, it was like flipping a switch. One minute he's laughing, and the next he's blowing up. And then he's laughing again, and then he blowing up again. All because of something Tyler would say."
"Is he scaring you?"
"No," I answered honestly. "He doesn't scare me. I know he would never hurt me or anything."
"But you think there's something wrong."
"I think… I think he's having trouble dealing with confrontation. Or maybe situations where he's…"
"I think he's afraid of being vulnerable."
Charlie nodded, but said nothing. I figured he didn't have anymore to say. I sat with him for another half hour, watching him finish his second sandwich while I thought over our conversation.
"I'm gonna go to bed," I said a little while later. "I have to get up early."
"Yeah," Charlie mumbled as he got up to wash our dishes.
I turned to leave the kitchen.
"Uh… thanks for talking to me, Bell. I know it might be hard cause I'm your ol' man and all. But I'm glad that you feel like you can confide in me."
I turned around and gave Charlie a smile.
I texted Edward that night before bed, but got very small replies He told me he was tired and already in bed, so I wished him a good night.
The next morning, I woke up way too early, having had nightmares all night. It was the same nightmare again; the reoccurring one, the one I hated to think about once I'd woken up.
I showered and dressed quickly, taking extra time on my hair and makeup before pulling on my black tights under my school uniform. I tugged repeatedly on the short pleated skirt as I gazed at myself in my long mirror.
My uniform still fit me, but I had forgotten how short the skirt was.
I pulled on my black boots and my teal blazer before I went down stairs to make some toast and coffee while I waited for Edward.
Charlie came down a half hour later, looking exhausted, more so than usual.
"Bad night?" I asked.
"Yeah. I couldn't sleep."
Charlie's gaze flickered to me.
I frowned, but didn't press for answers.
"Edward picking you up for school?"
"Yeah. He should be here any minute." I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich wrapped in a napkin for him.
Charlie nodded. "Do you have practice today?"
"Yeah. I should be home by 6."
"Does Edward work?"
"No. He works on Wednesday's and on the weekend now."
We were interrupted by Edward's soft horn.
"I'll see you tonight," I said to Charlie as I reached for my bag.
I walked out into the brisk morning air, glancing around. I groaned, noticing how thick the fog was. I had gotten used to the summer in the Forks. The usual low 70's. But now that Fall was here, the temperatures had been dropping to 50's or even 40's early in the morning or late at night.
I reached Edward's Volvo and quickly climbed in to the warm leather seat.
"Hey," I greeted as I leaned over the E-brake to kiss him.
Edward gave me his cheek before he pulled out of my driveway and headed towards school.
"You ok?" I asked tentatively.
He gave me a small shrug.
"I talked to Charlie last night," I said. "He's not mad at you."
"Great." Edward's voice was low and emotionless.
"What's wrong?" I pressed.
"Nothing's wrong. Just tired."
I frowned, but let the topic drop.
We pulled into the school parking lot a little early, so Edward let his car idle while we settled back to wait out the next twenty minutes.
"I brought you breakfast," I mumbled softly.
I pulled out the wrapped sandwich.
Edward's eyes flickered to my hands before landing on my face and I watched his hard expression immediately soften. His gaze roamed over my face, before settling on my eyes.
I gazed back at him, taking in his wet disheveled hair, his scratchy cheeks and the bruise-like circles beneath his eyes.
"You didn't sleep much," Edward stated.
"Neither did you."
He gave me a small smirk before he reached for the sandwich.
The day passed fairly quickly. Much of my classes were with Edward, so I spent most of my time looking at him, studying his expressions and comments instead of taking notes. I was trying to see if he was still angry or sad, but I didn't do a very good job reading him. I did know one thing for sure, though. The wall was back. He was hiding behind it, brushing what he was really feeling beneath the rug. I knew he was doing it unconsciously, so I didn't press… not yet.
Edward didn't talk much during most of the day, but he at least was still very affectionate with me. He touched me a lot on my knees, my shoulders, my lower back, my face. He gave me kisses in between classes and sometimes rubbed his nose against my temple. But he didn't really speak.
We were at lunch now, sitting at our usual lunch table with our growing group of friends. Lauren was there now, sitting beside Tyler and giving me dirty looks. It didn't really bother me too much anymore, I was already becoming used to her stink eye.
I took a bite of my bagel.
"Can I have some?" Edward whispered into my ear.
His arm was draped around me and his chin was resting on my shoulder.
I smirked. "I thought you weren't hungry."
I moved my bagel in front of his mouth and watched as he took a large bite, devouring almost half of it. I giggled and took another bite after him.
"Good?" I asked.
He smirked and licked his lips.
"Don't forget we have practice after school," Rosalie called out to us.
We all nodded in unison.
When the bell rang, we all walked together towards the gym. Gym was interesting because I actually had Edward in my class. We spent the hour playing volleyball, but I used that time to hover in the background to watch Edward spike the ball or take the shots that were meant for me.
His mood seemed to lighten a bit once he was on the court. A distraction, I guessed. He was running around and laughing when Alice got hit on the head with a flying ball.
Once Gym was over, we all walked out onto the football field to prepare for practice. Edward had his large gym bag with him and I watched as he pulled out his shoulder pads and helmet.
"See you after practice," he said softly.
He turned and gave me quick kiss on the lips before he marched off towards his side of the field with his teammates.
I turned towards the girls and set my stuff down before stretching.
"Good afternoon, Ladies," Coach Wells greeted us. "Don't forget we have an away game this Friday against the Nooksack Pioneers."
"Shit," I hissed under my breath. "I totally forgot. How did I forget?"
I needed to ask Charlie to sign my permission slip.
"No idea," Carmen answered from beside me. "It's been on my mind constantly."
I grimaced, feeling bad for the newbies. I wasn't going to have to cheer, luckily, so I spent most of practice going over minor sections of the routine before running errands for the Coach. There was some paperwork that had to be filed and a lot of preparation that had to take place. So, I spent most of the day running around the campus talking to various faculty members, turning in parental permission slips and finishing up the details on welcome banners.
I spent a lot of my time watching Edward as well. The team was going over various game plays and I watched Emmett throw the ball to Edward over and over before he darted off towards the end zone. He was very fast. I watched with wide eyes as other players chased after him, hurtling themselves at his body, trying their best to stop him.
At around 5:30, practice ended and we all headed for the showers. I showered quickly and met up with Edward outside of the gym. His hair was wet and he was wearing his white t-shirt beneath his blazer.
"Ready to go?" I asked.
He nodded once before taking my hand and heading towards his car.
We drove to Charlie's in silence and I felt myself grow slightly worried. His once semi-happy mood from Gym was now long gone and all that was left was his silent brooding.
He parked on the curb, letting the car idle.
"Are you coming in?" I asked casually. I tried to keep the nervousness out of my voice.
"Not tonight, Bella," he murmured dryly.
"Edward," I urged. "I don't want to wait alone."
I knew I was pushing him, but what else could I do? He was being distant, thinking deeply about what had happened last night.
"I don't know," he sighed.
"Come on. What are you gonna do, go home and sit by yourself on your bed?" I giggled. "Wouldn't it be a lot more fun to just… I don't know, cuddle instead? Maybe kiss a little or even… do some other stuff?"
Edward's gaze flickered to mine and I watched him suppress a smirk.
"Come on, Edward."
And then I grabbed my bags and I walked over towards the front door. I smiled when I heard his engine shut off and the small shut from his door.
I let myself into the house and dropped my bags in the entryway before I marched my way silently up the stairs to my room.
Edward followed silently after me. And once we were in my room, I turned on the radio to the Zombie's album Edward let me borrow before I shrugged out of my blazer.
Edward was standing by my bedroom door, quietly sulking while he watched me.
I let him watch. Once my blazer and boots were off, I slowly removed my socks and then my shirt. My hair was a little damp from my shower and the coolness of my stands tickled my bare shoulders and back.
Edward's eyes roamed over my exposed torso, over my thin white bra and bare tummy.
Slowly, I slid my hands up my thighs, beneath my skirt and then carefully removed my underwear. I kept my eyes on Edward, relishing in the way his eyes glazed over with desire when he saw my red thin panties hit the floor. I stepped out of them, before reaching behind my back for the clasp on my bra. I let that fall to the ground as well, and then just stood there, party naked while he stared at me.
And then he moved, finally. I saw Edward swallow hard before he leaned away from my door and slowly pealed off his blazer and t-shirt. My eyes flickered over his bare chest, his smooth muscles and the dark tattoo against his light skin. The bulge in his pants had become much more evident as he stepped out of his Vans while simultaneously undoing the button on his pants.
"Get on the bed," he murmured huskily.
I climbed slowly onto my bed, and turned to lean against the headboard.
I watched Edward drop his pants before he palmed himself through his dark blue underwear. He moved towards me, kneeling on the bed in front of me before he slid his hands up my bare legs spreading them out in front of him.
I watched his pupils dilate as he took in my naked pussy.
"You're so fucking hot, Bella," he groaned.
I felt my legs tremble beneath his gaze.
When he leaned towards me, I pulled my feet up and placed my heels against his chest, stopping him, which caused him to glance up at me in surprise.
"No touching," I said. My voice was a low purr, even in my ears.
I watched Edward's face twist into a knowing smile before he leaned back, palming himself again.
"Touch yourself," he ordered huskily.
I let my hand drift over my right breast, down my tummy until finally finding my wet clit.
"How?" I asked.
"Touch your clit, baby. Circle your fingers around it."
I slid my finger up my pussy before circling my clit. I released a small mew of pleasure before I let my head fall back onto the headboard.
"Touch yourself, Edward," I said through soft pants.
I watched him reach into his underwear before pulling out his hard dick and stroking it. I saw his precum escape the head before he rubbed his fist over it, lubing up his palm.
"You like watching me touch myself, Bella?" he asked.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his pumping fist.
"You like seeing how hard you make me?"
I nodded again and my hips twitched involuntarily.
"Tell me," he said. "Tell me how much you like it."
"I love it, baby," I moaned. "I love seeing you touch yourself."
My gaze flickered to Edward's when I saw his moving hand pause.
He was staring at me with lust filled eyes.
"Say it again," he ordered thickly.
I stared at him for a moment, confused by his words. And then I realized what he was asking me.
"I love it… baby," I said. "I love your dick."
Edward pushed my feet away from him as he forced his way between my legs.
"Fuck, Bella," he groaned. "I love hearing you say that."
He bent down and kissed me hungrily, feverishly, and then I was lost. Lost in lust and want and desire. I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced my hips against him, seeking his dick, seeking friction.
His hands slid around my waist and then down my ass, cupping my skin between his fingers before he pulled me into his lap.
He was kissing me roughly and sliding his dick against my hot wet entrance while he fumbled in my bedside drawer for a condom. Once he had it, I helped him slide it on, eager to feel him inside of me.
And then in one smooth move, he was in me, filling me, thick and hard and unbelievably perfect.
I cried out from the bit of pain caused from the sudden fullness.
"Oh, God," I exclaimed, but then my words were drowned as a loud feral cry crawled its way out of my throat.
His dick sent a shockwave through my system as he slid out and thrust back into me. I threw my head back involuntarily and circled my hips roughly against his pelvis. Edward inside of me, thick and hard was so deliciously exciting and pleasurable, I found myself slipping, fading away and concentrating on the one pleasurable spot inside of me that he brushed against every time he slid out and right back in.
I heard him gasp over me, his breath blowing across my face as he laid us down. And then he was moving, fast and rough, sliding quickly in and out of me in fluid motions. I couldn't breath much past his weight, but I found myself gripping him tightly against me, my ankles crossed around his waist as I held him to me.
"Fuck, baby," he gasped out. "You feel so good."
I whimpered from his words and gripped his shoulders as he thrust freely. He knew what he was saying last night, even through his drunken haze. He knew how to fuck me. He knew how I wanted it, how I needed it.
I unclasped my ankles and buried my heels into his calves so that I could brace myself against his rough thrusts.
He angled himself back slightly, bringing my hips up with him as every pore on my body screamed out in ecstasy.
"Oh, God!" I cried out erratically. "I'm so close—"
My body bucked towards him as I came. I faintly remembered crying something unintelligible out into the stillness of my room as he rode me desperately through my orgasm.
"Shit," he whispered harshly, his voice bringing me helping me float over cloud 9.
He thrust against me a few more times before he finally exploded into me, his body releasing short spasms as he came.
Edward was hovering over me, one hand braced over me on the headboard while his other hand held my hip, gasping as he stared drunkenly down at me.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked thickly.
I shook my head. I was still panting and my body was still trembling from the aftermath of my orgasm.
I continued to lay back until he finally pulled out of me before excusing himself to the bathroom.
I got up slowly and pulled back on my panties and a plain t-shirt before Edward came back into my room dressed only in his boxers.
"I should go," he said as he reached for his pants.
I didn't miss the way his gaze flickered to my alarm clock.
I glanced over and saw that it was 6:45.
"Why?" I asked.
"Charlie will be here soon."
I watched Edward pull on his t-shirt and then shoes.
"I don't think I should be here when Charlie gets home," he said.
"Because he's mad at me, Bella."
"He's not mad at you. I told you that."
Edward shook his head. "I'm not comfortable," he murmured. "Please, just… let me go. I don't really feel like hanging out with Charlie right now."
I frowned, but didn't argue.
I followed him down the stairs and to the front door.
"You can come over my house if you want," he said softly.
"I cant," I sighed, looking away.
"I thought you said he wasn't mad."
"He's… he said their needs to be consequences for crossing boundaries."
Edward shook his head slightly as he peered out into the night. He looked upset.
"What are you thinking?" I asked softly.
"Something," I countered.
"I'm thinking that I'm pissed off. That I'm an idiot for fucking this up again."
"You didn't fuck anything up," I argued. "Why do you keep blaming yourself?"
"Because who else can I blame? You? Tyler? This is all me. I make these decisions and then I get people into trouble."
"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"Nothing. Never mind. I'm gonna go, Bella. I'll call you later."
"Wait a minute!" I snapped, reaching for his arm.
He paused, but didn't turn to face me.
"What are you so angry about?" I asked again.
He didn't respond.
"Edward," I tried to keep my voice small and soothing. "Please talk to me. You're struggling with something, but you wont let me in."
"I'm not struggling with anything," he snapped as he turned to face me.
I peered up into his beautiful green eyes and all I could see was the pain he felt.
I reached up and brushed my thumb beneath his left eye.
"Where is this anger coming from?" I whispered.
He didn't respond because we were suddenly interrupted by Charlie's cruiser pulling up into the driveway.
I felt Edward freeze.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"I'll call you later," he responded.
He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before he turned towards his car.
"Charlie," Edward greeted with a nod.
"Not staying for dinner?" Charlie asked.
Edward shook his head before adding, "Goodnight, sir."
Charlie watched Edward go before he turned back towards the house.
"You guys fighting again?" Charlie asked me.
"Don't blame this on me," I shot back defensively. "This is all your fault."
"I don't think it is," he responded.
He was probably right, though. Something was going on. I could see it… feel it.
Hmm… Remember, we aren't supposed to know too much of what is going on with him. We are experiencing all of this through Bella. Just saying.
Till next time. xoxo