A/N: Not much to say other than thanks for staying with me. Lots have been asking, yes there will be some kind of HEA with Edward and Bella. He's got a long was to go yet but he'll get there.
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Another venue, another paycheck.
It had been a couple weeks since Emmett, Jasper, and I had fought and they had called me out on being moopy. I was not being mopey. I didn't care what they said.
We were in North Dakota, in the fucking middle of nowhere. There wasn't even a club anywhere to blow off steam. The closest thing was a trucker bar about fifteen miles away. Not our normal scene, but then I didn't understand why were in a place surrounded by rednecks anyway.
I was hitting on a girl, a redhead this time, when this big guy sitting two stools away from me started to mutter about "those faggots."
I'd heard the same comments for years. I got my ears pierced when I was thirteen and my nose when I was sixteen. My first tattoo came the day I turned eighteen. Some people were just cruel, and with alcohol in my system I didn't have the best impulse control. "What's your problem?"
"Your face is my problem."
"It's a free country, dick. I'm just exercising my right."
"Well, I have a right to not look at you."
"Screw you, asshole."
"You better watch your mouth, boy."
"Edward, come on, let's go."
Emmett was tugging on my shoulder and I knew that Jasper was somewhere close as well. I wasn't budging, though.
"I'm not going anywhere. This asshat can leave if he doesn't want to look at me."
"Boy, I'll beat your face in."
"Try me, pencil dick."
I should have realized how big the trucker was. His meaty paws slammed into my face, breaking skin and snapping bone.
I wish that I could say that was the low point, but it wasn't.