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I move away from Angela, but she pulls me back towards her.
"So, Edward, you want to come home with me?"
I shake my head at her and again move away, but she follows me anyhow.
"Come on, Edward. Please? I will make sure you have a great night."
"If I wanted to spend the night with a whore, I'd go and get one. Besides, I'd be safer with one of them, and the only thing they'd give me is a good time. With you, fuck only knows what I could catch."
Angela slaps me across the face. "You didn't say anything like that to me last month."
I chuckle at her. "Last month you were just a nurse at my doctor's office. Tonight, you're at YOUR own bachelorette party. Let me make this crystal clear for you so there is no doubt. I wouldn't have touched you last month if I knew you were giving your snatch to every guy that walked past your desk."
Angela goes to slap me again, but I catch her hand. "You fucking ass. I'm not married yet. I just want one last fling. Apart from you, I haven't been with anyone else but Ben. After I'm married to him, I won't stray."
I chuckle, letting her arm go. "Keep telling yourself that, whore."
"Stop calling me a whore. I've slept with two people, that doesn't make me a whore," Angela says as she stomps her foot.
"In my book it does. You're with someone—whom you claim to love—yet you're here throwing yourself at me, begging me to bend you over and fuck you good and hard. Face the facts, you're a whore! How would you feel if Ben was fucking Kate?"
Her faces falls and her eyes start to water. "What made you such a heartless pig?" is all she adds before running off.
I get out of the bar and start walking down the road. I think about what Angela said to me about being a heartless pig. I am in way, but I need to be this way. I will never fall in love. I have seen what love does to people.
I didn't have a great childhood. My parents had loads of parties. Being a child at the time, I didn't understand what types of parties they were. Now that I'm an adult, I know those parties were what you would call swinger parties. Yeah, my parents were swingers. They enjoyed and thrived on sharing themselves with others sexually. They had swinger parties at our house every weekend, regardless if my sister, Elizabeth, and I were there or not.
I hated that they would lock us in the attic for the whole weekend. They'd give us a few bottles of water, potato chips, cookies and other junk food, and then leave us by ourselves. It isn't like we couldn't hear the things going on. I grew up believing that sex and love didn't go hand in hand. As we got older, our parents would lie to people and to each other, for that matter. They'd bring Elizabeth and me into it. We were always made to lie and wait on people. It was as if we were some sort of maids for their deviant behaviors. If anyone questioned us on our ages, or tried to involve us, we were the ones punished for it. Slowly, they started spending less and less time in the house, and Elizabeth started to take care of me. She was only five years older than me, but she cooked my meals, washed my clothes, and took care of me from a very young age.
When I got into books, I started to read all those sloppy romance stories. My father didn't like that and called me lots of different names. One of the last times I remember him being so mean was when I was nine. I was reading a book when my father ripped it from my hands. He screamed at me and told me that there were no such things as happy endings in real life. True love was like Santa, only suckers believed in it.
That's when I started to lose my faith. It was only few months later that I was shipped off to school. Elizabeth was worried, because we were low on food and we hadn't seen our parents in a few months. She said that she was going to sell some stuff and try to get a job. I didn't know how she could do that, because she was only fifteen.
I was worried about her, and it only increased when I was pulled out of class one day. When I got to the principal's office, there was another lady and two police officers sitting there. They took me to another place and I was left in a room alone. Thankfully, after five minutes or so, Elizabeth was lead into the room and I could see that she was okay.
That was when they told us that our parents were dead. They said they'd died some weeks before, but it took them a while to find out their names and learn about us.
They talked to us for hours, asking why we didn't tell anyone when we hadn't heard from them. Elizabeth and I just lied, telling them that they had said they were only going to be gone a short time. When they didn't come back, we were scared and didn't know what to do.
The following day we were taken to a foster home, and that's when we met Carlisle and his wife Tanya. It was good in the beginning, and they both welcomed us into their family home. Almost six months later, they applied to adopt us. Since I was only ten, my case was straight forward. Elizabeth was almost sixteen, and she refused to change her last name. That's when she started to change—to rebel against authority.
As the years passed, Elizabeth became more angry and hateful toward Carlisle and Tanya. She never gave a reason, but always went out, and even started to spend less time with me. I, on the other hand, started to like being in a normal family. It felt good to have a mom and dad.
When I turned fifteen, I got my first girlfriend, Alice. It wasn't long after we started dating that she started complaining to me. I was wearing the wrong clothes. I shouldn't wear glasses—I should get contacts. My hair didn't look good this way or that way. I should take this class instead of that class. I had brought Alice to my house to meet my family, and I was surprised that Elizabeth told us she met someone, too. She was twenty by then, and never said anything about having a boyfriend.
She brought him home the following week, and I was stunned to see a man of forty standing next to her. As he told us about himself, he let slip that he had a son who was fifteen—just like me. Thankfully he went to another school.
As the months passed, Elizabeth seemed to fall in love with him more and more. On the other hand, me and Alice ... well, we seemed to drift apart. The less I did of what she wanted, the less time she spent with me. It was coming up to the summer holidays, when I found her swapping spit with John Ball behind the school gym.
I know now I wasn't in love with her, but it felt like my heart was ripped from my chest back then. My life seemed to always follow that pattern, too. I would date a girl, and a few months later, she would try to change me. Eventually, I would catch them kissing some other guy, or they'd tell me things weren't working out.
Elizabeth was changing, too, and not for the better. She was becoming withdrawn. She was shaky, and there were a few times she had bruises. I'd ask her about them, but she'd always say that she fell or banged into something.
When I turned twenty-one, two big changes happened: Elizabeth got married to the older man she'd been dating, and my adopted mother, Tanya, started coming on to me. She did it more than once, and got offended when I turned her down. She'd always come to me and say I turned into a good-looking guy, and she knew that I was large in the downstairs department. I'd push her off of me each time, feeling totally grossed out. She may not have been my birth mother, but to me, she was the only mother I knew.
It was around two months after this started that I saw Elizabeth for the first time since she was married. She was badly beaten up, and I begged her to come home. When her husband turned up to get her, I lost it and ended up hitting him. Elizabeth screamed at me and told me she hated me and never wanted to see me again, before she stormed out of the house. I was angry at her at the time and didn't really want to see her anytime soon, either. I didn't know at the time, that it would take five years for her to come back again.
Things with Tanya took a turn for the worse the week after Elizabeth left the house that last time. She climbed into my bed, and I knew then that I had to tell Carlisle what was happening. Tanya got there first and claimed I was coming on to her. Carlisle believed her, and told me to leave and to never come back. That was when I lost most of my faith in any kind of love.
It had only taken a year for Carlisle to find Tanya in bed with three of his friends. He came to me and apologized, but even now, eight years later, the damage has yet to be fully mended for me.
I'm brought back to the present as I find that I've arrived home. I open the door and walk in.
"Hello, Edward. How was work?"
I look over to Mrs. Cope, the only person I trust, and smile at her. "Hello, Mrs. Cope. My day was long, but it was a decent day. Thanks for agreeing to stay a little longer tonight, so that I could go have a drink and unwind a little. Was he a good boy for you today and this evening?"
She nods her head at me. "Yes, of course he was great. He is such a good boy. I'll be off now, so you can get some rest. I know you'll be up early. He told me all about your plans for tomorrow."
I can't help but chuckle as I help her put on her jacket. "Goodnight, Edward," she says before she kisses my cheek and gives me a grandmotherly pat. I walk her down the path and across the street to her house. I stay until she's inside and then walk back across the street to my home. Before going to bed, I look in on Greg and see that he is fast asleep. I look at my bedside clock, seeing that it just past eleven. I set my alarm for seven and quickly fall in a deep, restful sleep.
"Daddy, it's time to get up," Greg says as he jumps on my bed. I open one of my eyes and watch him.
"Yeah, Greg, give me five. Go play in your room and let me wake up."
"Buuuuuttttt Daaaad, you said that we could go play, before we got me my school stuff."
I groan. "We will, but I need five minutes to get myself awake, before making your breakfast," I say as I close my eyes.
Greg starts to shake me. "Dad, you're going to fall asleep again."
"Greg, I said five minutes. Now go or we'll be staying here."
Greg huffs and stomps out of my room. Within a few minutes, all I can hear is banging.
"Greg, stop the banging!"
I rub my face and stretch my body out. I finally get up and out of bed. I wash up quickly and make my way to the kitchen. I whip up some pancakes and call Greg down to the table. He comes in and slumps down on his seat.
"Greg, this is your last warning."
Greg looks up at me and I can see the tears in his eyes. "But I haven't seen you in days, and you promised to take me to the park."
I sigh, feeling guilty. "I know, little man, and I've missed seeing you a lot these last few weeks, too."
I've been working a lot this month. I'm a cop and work for The Rock Island Police Department. There has been a bug going around, so a lot of us have been doing extra shifts. I usually take any extra hours I can get, in order to have some extra money.
"And I'm starting Kindergarten next week. I'll see you a lot less once school starts."
I move off my seat and kneel down next to Greg. I know he's been worried about the whole starting Kindergarten thing. It has only been me and him since he was one, and even though I met him the same day I became his fulltime caretaker, I still fell in love with the little guy. The fact that he's not biologically my son doesn't change how I feel about him.
"We'll go just as soon as we are done with breakfast. I'll try to make sure most of my shifts are when you're at school so we still see each other loads, I swear."
Greg looks up at me, and for a second I can see Elizabeth looking back. It has been just over four years since she died, but sometimes it feels like it has only been days. As I look into his eyes, my mind casts back to the day they came back to live with me.
I had just gotten back from a shift at the station. I was on my way to bed, but a knock at the door stopped me. When I opened it, I was stunned to see Elizabeth standing there. At first I was angry. It had been five years since she left screaming words of hate at me, her piece of shit husband holding his nose that I clearly broke. As I looked at her, I saw that she changed so much.
I pulled her in and hugged her to me, and that was when a small whimper made me look down. I saw a small bundle in her arms. I walked her into my living room and she passed Greg to me. He was the most beautiful child I had ever seen, and when I looked at Elizabeth, she was crying.
She told me about her life after that last day I had seen her. Then she told me about Greg, and how he was almost a year old. He had been teething, and she went on to say how her husband had become angry and hit her for not making him stop crying. He then started to hit Greg, and she was horrified to see him hitting a baby. She told me that she knew she had to leave. She knew she couldn't allow Greg to be hit like that. I could still see the marks that the man left on him.
I begged her to come with me to the police station. I told her that I was now a cop. I assured her I would help her, and that he would go to jail, but she wouldn't. She claimed she was afraid and that it was good enough that she had left him.
In the end, I gave in and told her I'd play it her way, but if I found out he came near them again, she was turning his ass in. I invited her to stay with me and asked her for only one thing: not to lie to me or keep things from me. She promised me, and it only took one month for me to find out that she had no intention of keeping that promise.
I was on patrol when I came across a parked car trying to pick up a prostitute. I rolled my eyes and made my way toward the car. In some ways I think prostitutes are better than most women. At least they're up front about what they want in return for sex, where other women hide behind their clothes, make up, and lies. They all try to lead you up the grand path of trying to make you fall in love with them, and the second you open your heart and give in, that's when they change, cheat on you, and leave you broken.
When I got to the car, I was angry to find that the prostitute was Elizabeth. It was clear as we talked that she had taken something. I was so angry with her that I asked to leave work early. As soon as I got her home, I was screaming about how irresponsible she was being.
She made some offhanded comment that she should leave with Greg, but I told her that I wouldn't allow her to. I told her she was being selfish. I told her there was no way I'd allow her to bring up Greg like that. I even threatened her. I told her that if she set foot outside the door with Greg, I would call the department of children and family services on her.
Elizabeth swore to me that she would get clean, and that she loved her son. I gave her chance after chance, but the lies kept coming. Three weeks later, she ran off and left Greg with me, no note to explain where she had gone or if she would come back.
I was at work and had left Greg at the daycare by my house, when my desk sergeant walked over to me. He walked me into a room and sat me there, explaining that Elizabeth had been found beaten to death. Her husband was arrested and it was hands down that he was guilty as sin, but they didn't have much physical evidence. When the court case came up, the jury couldn't convict him, because of lack of evidence. I blamed myself, but I soon found out that she had been going back to him every time I was at work.
He called me after court that day, telling me that I had one more week and then he was coming to get his son. Thankfully, it was only one day later that I found out he had been arrested again. This time he was charged and sent to prison for ten years. I hated the fact that he got away with my sister's murder. I hated that she'd gone back to him, leaving her son. The only things that kept me going was the fact that I had a part of her with me in Greg, and that her piece of shit husband was behind bars, even if it wasn't for killing her.
I applied to adopt Greg. It took a few months, but on his second birthday he was legally mine.
As I focus back on his eyes, I feel choked up, so I pull him in for a hug. We eat breakfast, and as I lock up the house, Greg runs out to open the car door.
"Dad, come quick!" he says excitedly.
I walk out to Greg and see that he's looking at the house next door.
"What's all the yelling about?" I ask him, seeing nothing.
"A man and woman just went into the house next door."
I look at him, and then over to the house next door. Sure enough, a moving van pulls up and parks outside the house. A man gets out and looks my way, giving us a seemingly friendly wave before heading to the back of the van.
"Looks like you'll need to be quiet in the mornings now, huh?"
Greg looks at me like I have grown a second head. "I'm always quiet."
"Come on. We better get going," I chuckle. I help him in the back of the car, and get him set in his booster seat. As I open my door, I look over to the house and see a woman walk out. She looks at me, so I smile and wave, but she wraps her arms around herself and drops her head, walking over to the man. Well, he seems nice, but she sure is shy.
Greg and I spend the morning at Abe Lincoln Park, before having Harris' pizza. After lunch, we go shopping at South Park for school supplies. The mall, of course, is packed, but we were able to find some great sales at the stores we went to. By the time we get home, it's almost suppertime and the moving van is no longer there.
I make dinner for Greg and me. After supper, I give him a bath and read him a story. Once he's in bed, I clean up the kitchen and take the trash out. While I'm outside, I see the woman from this morning sitting on the step with her head on her knees.
My eyes keep wandering to her as I carry the trash bag to the curbside container.
"Hey, Bella, it's getting late. Are you coming back in?"
The woman who I now know is called Bella doesn't turn to the guy. Strangely, she hides her face in her lap and puts her arm over her head.
"Come on, Sweetie. I swear everything is going to be just fine."
I put the bag down in the container as the man crouches down next to her. I see him rub her back and help her to stand up, and then watch as they walk back into the house.
The days seem to fly by, and tomorrow is the day Greg and I have both been dreading. It's his first day at kindergarten. I was lucky to be able to get a half-shift today, and will be able to drop him off and pick him up. The rest of the time he'll be going to Mrs. Cope's after school, until I am done.
I make supper as Greg plays outside in the backyard. I notice that he's over by the fence, so I go out to check on what he's doing. As I get closer, I notice he seems to be talking to the woman, Bella, I think is her name, from next door.
"The park is so great, and I can swing so high. I can almost touch the clouds," Greg says happily.
"Wow, that is high," the woman says, her voice very soft and sweet.
"Greg, I hope you're not disturbing the neighbor lady," I say when I reach them.
I notice the woman's eyes go wide and she steps back quickly.
"No, I was being good."
I look down at him and smile.
"I hope that he's not being a pest," I say to the woman.
She shakes her head. "No, he was just talking to me. Sorry."
I frown at her, because she looks scared.
"I'm Edward and this is my son, Greg," I say and I offer my hand for her to shake.
"Hi, I'm ..." the woman stops talking and looks to her house. I follow where she's looking to see the man walking over to us.
"Everything okay?" he asks as he places his hands on her shoulders.
"Ye ... es," she barely spits out. "I met ... this is Edward and his son, Greg."
The man smiles at her and then turns his attention to me.
"Hi, I'm Mike and this is my wife, Bella," he says as he shakes my hand.
We stand here and chit-chat for a few minutes about nothing important. There's something about how they both act with each other that's a little off.
Bella can't seem to settle down. She seems on edge the whole time we talk. Mike, on the other hand, seems to keep one of his hands on her the entire time. They are giving off odd signals and body language. After we say our goodbyes, I put both of them out of my mind. Their odd relationship and marriage is not my business. I don't think there's such a thing as a perfect marriage, so I'm no judge. From what I've seen of marriages, they're full of nothing but hurt and hate.
I turn in for the night, but around three in the morning, a loud scream wakes me. I sit up in bed and hear it again, so I walk over to my bedroom window and close it. I look at the house next door and see a light go out after the scream stops. I fucking hate newlyweds.
"You swear that you'll be here when I get out, Dad?"
I bend down and straighten Greg's shirt, then smooth the back of his collar. "I swear, Bud. I'll be right here waiting for you at three."
Greg hugs me tightly and gives me a smile.
"Hey, Greg. Hi there, Eddy."
I turn to see Alice Whitlock, and glare at her.
"It's Edward," I state as she rolls her eyes at me.
"Well, guess what, Greg? You're in my class."
I let out a breath as she goes and collects the other children that are in her group. I fucking hate the fact my son's teacher was my first girlfriend.
"Okay, follow me," she says as she walks down the hallway.
"This is our classroom. If you go through that door, you can hang up your jacket and bag. Everyone has a hook and cubby with their name on it."
We all follow her instructions and search for our child's hook and cubby. After we find Greg's and we hang up his book bag and his raincoat, we walk back to the classroom.
"Okay, I know some of you, but there are a few faces that I don't know. I'm Alice Whitlock, Mrs. Whitlock, and I'm your kindergarten teacher."
We all say hello to Alice and she continues to speak.
"Ah, there you are. Come on up here, so I can have you meet the class and their parents."
I turn my head to see the neighbor lady, Bella, walking up to Alice.
"This is Isabella Newton. Mrs. Newton will be here to help me and the class, as our classroom aide."
Everyone says hello to Bella.
Alice takes us around the classroom and shows us all the different learning stations. She shows everyone where they will sit, and hands each of the parents a supply list. As she hands out each packet of information, I notice Bella saying hi to each of the children. After we have all the forms and things we need, I notice that some of the parents start to leave.
"Greg, I need to get to work, okay, Bud?"
He hugs me close, but nods his head.
"I'll be here at three. I promise I will be."
Again he nods his head at me, but it doesn't look like he's going to let me go.
"Hello, Greg. Do you think I could come and sit with you? I'm new and don't know anybody except for you. You're my neighbor."
Greg turns and looks at Bella.
I look at her, noticing that she looks almost as worried as Greg does.
"You look nice, Bella," Greg says politely and Bella smiles at him.
"That's Mrs. Newton, Greg. We don't call our teachers or aides by their first names."
Bella looks over at Alice and bites her lip, before she looks back to Greg.
"Thank you, Greg. I think you look nice, too."
Greg lets me go a little more. "I don't look as nice as my daddy. I want to be a police officer when I grow up, so I can wear uniform just like him."
Bella smiles and looks at me. "Yes, he looks really handsome in his uniform. Maybe you could draw a picture of both of you wearing a uniform."
Greg pulls away and takes Bella's hand.
"I would like that," he says, turning to me. "Daddy, you would like that, too, wouldn't you?"
I nod my head at him. "That sounds like a great idea. If you do that, I can hang it up on my desk at work. You be sure to be a good boy, Greg," I say, bending to give him one last nuzzle. "And whatever you do, don't let Alice bully you."
"That's Mrs. Whitlock, Eddy, and I am not a bully."
I turn see Alice standing behind me, but I already knew she was there. "Well, Alice, as long as you keep calling me Eddy, you will be called Alice. As for you being a bully, yeah you are and you always were."
Alice glares at me as I walk way. When I get to the classroom door I wave, but I see that Greg seems to be talking away to Bella already.
There is something strange about her. Something is off, but I am not sure what it is. I shake my head and make my way to work. When I get there, I see that my new neighbor, Mike, is standing there chatting to Marcus, the police commissioner.
"Hey, Emmett," I say as I walk over to the small office I share with him.
Emmett looks at me as I sit down at my desk.
"That's our new guy. He just transferred from LA."
I look to Emmett before glancing back at Marcus and Mike. "Why the hell would someone move from LA to work here?" Emmett shakes his head at me.
"Don't know, but he now holds James' old job, which makes him our new Lieutenant.
"Hey, Edward." I look up at Mike as he knocks on the open door and calls out to me.
I give him a smile. "Hello, Mike. I didn't know you were my new direct boss. Not to mention I just saw Bella, when I dropped off Greg at kindergarten. Small world, isn't it?"
Mike smiles at me, nodding his head. "Was she doing okay? She was really sick before leaving this morning."
I chuckle a little. "She was looking a bit ill. I thought it was nervousness, but either way, Greg is looking after her."
At that, Mike nods his head and leaves to head to his office.
"So you know the new guy? Is his wife hot?"
I look to Emmett, shaking my head. "They moved into the house next to mine. As for the hotness of his wife, she is okay I guess. You should know better than to think I'd look at a married woman," I say. I pull out a report that needs to be finished from yesterday.
"So you like her?"
I let out a sigh. "I don't screw married women, Emmett. She was fine, in a way. Her clothes were a bit too baggy and grandma-ish for me to say how her body is, but she has a pretty face."
"Emmett, can we get to work?"
Emmett chuckles as he nods his head at me. "Yeah, but you need a girl, someone to break that iceberg surrounding that cold ass heart of yours."
I don't answer him, because all I need is Greg. Greg is the only person that I'll ever allow into my heart. If by any chance a woman worms her way into the recesses of my heart, it certainly will never be a married woman that is for sure!
A/N: Well what are your thoughts so far?