The Mess We Made- Chapter 1
A/N: Hello everyone! I debated sharing this here, but I figured why not. This is my first Twilight fanfic that I have ever written. This was originally posted about 12 years ago on fanfiction.net. About a little more than a year ago I decided I wanted to revamp, edit, and change some parts of this fanfic. I tried to stay true to my writing style and ideas at the time while editing and changing some things up. When I started the changes a while back, I started posting this fanfic on AO3, you can find the link to the fic here: The Mess We Made
I decided to post it on here as well in case anyone here would be interested in reading. If there is interest, I will continue posting it on here as well. I had a long break from working on this for a long time and just got back into it. So I can't make any promises on timelines of when chapter will be posted or when the fic will be finished and don't want to put pressure on myself to post/finish this in a certain time.
Main Pairing: Bella Swan x Rosalie Hale
Other Pairings: Edward Cullen/Bella Swan, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale
Characters: Bella Swan, Rosalie Hale, Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Angela Weber, Emmett Cullen, Jessica Stanley, A Other Characters from Twilight Universe mentioned
Chapter Warnings/Tags: 18+ only, Minors DNI. Modern AU - Human. Out of Character (OOC). Cheating. Infidelity. Smut. Drama. Angst.
For context purposes: Edward, Rosalie, and Alice are siblings. Bella, Emmett, and Jasper are not related and have married in to the family.
This fic has no beta reader and errors and mistakes may be present.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the related characters. The Twilight series is created by Stephanie Meyer. The story is a work of fanfiction, and is meant for entertainment only. I am not making profit from the story.
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"Love, what's taking you so long?" Edward yelled from downstairs.
"I'm sorry. I can't decide what to wear. Just give me five more minutes." I yelled back. Tonight Edward and I were going over to Emmett and Rosalie's for dinner to celebrate Emmett's new business venture. If it was any other dinner I could easily pick out what I was going to wear. But tonight, she was going to be there, so I had to look my best.
I open my lingerie drawer and take a quick glance at the contents inside. I look at the plain black bra and undies set that I intended to throw on. My mind keeps drifting towards her and the certain things that I wear that makes her bite her lip.
“Fuck” I whisper and sigh as I quickly take out the black lace bra and black lace panties and put them on. Then I turn toward my closet and look at my choice of dresses for tonight. Red dress with a lot of cleavage? Too forward. Purple dress with black belt, too short, but it does have easy access. Too long black dress? Fuck no, that doesn’t show anything off at all and I want her to at least look-
"Bella, honey, we have to go! You know traffic on the road is going to be terrible." Edward yelled up the stairs.
Fuck I just need to pick something! I settle on the too short purple dress with the wide black belt. I slip on my lace black pumps and put on my black heart necklace. I quickly put on my make up and put my already curled hair into a side ponytail that flows over my left shoulder. I grab my purse and coat then run down the stairs. I see Edward at the bottom of the stairs dressed in black slacks and a long sleeved light blue dress shirt accentuated with a dark blue tie. He is tapping his foot lightly with his face screwed up in slight annoyance.
"I'm ready." I say, getting his attention. He turns around, looks at me and smiles. He walks over to me and pulls me in by the waist for a kiss on the lips.
"You look beautiful love." He says softly. I smile at him and he kisses me on the forehead. My stomach twists from his show of affection and I force a small smile.
"I am going to bring the car around." He says smiling as he lets go of my waist.
"Okay" I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
Edward and I have been married for about two years now. We had the high school sweetheart romance. We met in high school and fell madly in love and dated all through college. After a few more years of dating, he popped the question and I did not hesitate to say yes. Edward had always been the one thing I felt sure of, the one thing I felt like I had really gotten right in my life, that is until-
The vibration of my phone brought me out of my thoughts. It was a text from Alice.
Alice: Don’t forget to bring the cake Bells! I know you have been very distracted lately ;)
I smile and roll my eyes. Of course Alice has to make sure everyone is on top of things. She planned long and hard for this party and she wants everything to be perfect. I quickly text her back.
I shake my head and go to the kitchen to get the cake. I mull over Alice’s comment about me being really distracted lately. I don’t think I am more distracted than usual and acting normal. But that’s Alice for you, always has her nose in someone else’s rose and too damn observant for her own good sometimes. I suddenly get an uneasy feeling and grip the corner of the kitchen counter. My face screws up into a look of horror. Fuck, what if she knows something?
“Shit” I whisper, gripping the counter tighter.
My stomach started to feel queasy and I sat down on a kitchen stool. You are just worried for no reason Bella. Relax. Everything is fine, you are acting normal. And no one suspects anything. Just breathe. I take a few deep breaths. After a minute I coax myself to get up. I pick up the homemade cake and hurry out the door. I put the cake in the back seat of the car and jump in the front seat.
"Honey, what took you so long?" he asks with a look of concern. I put on my seat belt and look over at him.
"I was just putting some finishing touches on the cake." I lie, my voice slightly elevated. He looks at me slightly suspicious, but does not push the issue any further. He starts the car and drives off.
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Edward and I are standing at the door waiting for someone to answer it. I am holding the cake in one hand and holding Edward's hand with the other. I start to shiver, not from lack of warmth, but from anticipation. I bite my lip wantonly and warmth starts so spread throughout my body and pool between my legs. I almost forget I am still holding my husband's hand. I am shocked into sobering up by the opening of the door. We are greeted by a wide-smiling Emmett.
"Edward! Bella!" he exclaims. He hugs us both tightly and smiles widely.
"Congrats Em." Edward says as he pats him on the back with a smile.
"Thanks man." He says appreciatively. "It has been forever since the both of you have been here. You hiding from us?" he asks playfully. Edward and I roll our eyes and I laugh.
"‘Em, I was literally here two weekends ago. And you know that the hospital always keeps me busy." Edward says.
"Things are starting to pick up at the bakery." I add.
"I am not surprised." Emmet says. "You always know how to make the sweet treats that the people can’t get enough of." he winks at me. I blush and look down. When I look up at him, I feel another sharp twist of guilt in my stomach and I clench my fists. I cover up the overwhelming feeling with fake smile.
"Well I made your cake especially perfect for you big bro." I say, trying to make my words sound playful.
"Speaking of cake…"he says mischievously. I have no time to react when he suddenly grabs the cake and starts running to the kitchen.
"Hey! You better put that cake in the kitchen where it belongs!" I yell at him jokingly as he hurries off.
"No promises Bells!" he yells back gleefully. I shake my head and look around. I notice that Edward put his coat on the coat rack and is now speaking to Jasper, Eric and Mike by the fire place. I hang my coat on the coat rack then head off to find Alice. I walk into the living room and find Angela instead. She is standing around texting on her phone. I walk up to her.
"Hey Ange." I say as I touch her shoulder.
"Bella!" she exclaims as she turns around. "Oh my gosh! It is so good to see you." She says as she pulls me into a hug. She pulls back and flashes a smile.
"You look amazing!" she says excitedly. I smile.
"Thank you. You look amazing too." I say with any easy smile.
"Oh please" she says and shakes her head. "This is just something I threw on." she says nonchalantly. We chat good-naturedly for minutes. Finally Alice appears and smiles at the both of us.
"Hey you two!" Alice practically squeals as she kisses us both on the cheek.
"Hey Alice." I say and smile at her.
"Hey Alice. You look wonderful as usual. Always the fashionista." Angela says with admiration.
"Thanks Angela." Alice says politely. She then turns to me.
"Bella, your cake looks beautiful. Rose said she was worried you would go overboard with the decorations on it." She says amused. My heart stops at the mention of Rosalie. I turn my head slightly away and avoid Alice's burning gaze. I cover up my hesitation with a fake smile and look back at her. Her eyes never left my face. When I look at her, she still wears an amused expression, but I can see the calculating look in her eyes. Alice takes her heavy gaze off me and starts speaking to Angela animatedly. Grateful the attention was off me; I turn my body slightly away from them and take a small quiet breath.
“Just relax” I mouth to myself and take a few deep breaths. Alice is just nosy, she don’t know anything. Everything will be fine. Angela and Alice look immersed in conversation, so I slip away to find Edward in an attempt to distract myself from my apprehension. I exit the living room and decide to look for him in the dining room. As I round the corner, I stop and my breath is caught in my throat. Edward is talking to Emmet, who is standing directly across from him. Next to Emmett, holding his hand is Rosalie. My eyes slowly trail down her frame. Her gorgeous, wavy, honey blond hair flows perfectly past her shoulders to her bust line. It shines in a beautiful contrast with her skin and her striking blue eyes. She is wearing a short, simple, elegant black dress that closely hugs her curvy figure and accentuates her chest. Her long, toned, smooth legs lead to a pair of bright, red pumps. The longer I stare the water if feel myself become. After a few moments, Emmett notices my presence and my concentration on her is broken.
"Bells, you okay? You look a little frazzled." He asks amused. Edward quickly comes to my side and takes my hand.
"Sweetheart is everything alright?" he worries while squeezing my hand. I glance at him and then take another look at Rosalie. She is staring directly at me and her supple lips are curled into a cocky smirk. I turn my gaze away from her and blush. I turn my attention to Edward and his face is full of concern. Another wave of guilt washes over me and another fake smile conceals it.
"I'm fine." I say as steadily as I can. I kiss Edward on the lips to sooth his worries. He gives me another concerned look, but does not say anything more. Alice suddenly appears and interrupts our exchange.
"Come on everyone. Dinner is ready." She says smiling. When her gaze lands on Rosalie her smile falters and fails to reach her eyes. Alice suddenly turns away and heads to the dining room. Emmett eagerly follows her. Edward kisses my forehead, and then follows Emmett. As Edward passes Rosalie, she starts to follow him. Then she turns around with a smoldering gaze that pierces right through me. In reaction, my eyes go wide and my center gives a twitch. She gives a short laugh then smirks again. Her eyes trace my body and she bites her lip. My heart beat races and my core begins to throb. She gives me one more look in the eyes than winks. She then turns around and saunters off to the dining room. I back up against the wall, put my weight on it, and sigh. Oh boy. This is going to be a long evening.
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By the time dinner is over, I am a frustrated, horny mess. With every glance Rosalie gave me during dinner, I became more and more turned on. I had to keep covering up my aroused state with more fake smiles and false interest in conversation. Thankfully, dinner is now over and everyone is dispersed around the house, entertaining themselves in conversation with one another. I am currently standing next to Edward; listening to him and Mike go on and on about the wonders of modern medicine. I glance around the room and spot Rosalie talking to Alice with a sour expression on her face. It looks like they are having an argument. She looks away from Alice in anger. She looks all around the room and then spots me. She leaves Alice without saying anything and starts walking in our direction. I look away so she does not see the look of desperate want on my face.
"Be careful you two. You might bore poor Bella to death." She says sarcastically as she joins our little circle. Edward glares at her while Mike just shakes his head with a small smile.
"Mom gave me some design ideas for the house she is working on and she asked me to take a look at them. I think I need a second opinion." When I don't hear anybody answer, I look at Rosalie and she is looking at me expectantly.
"You want me to look at them?" I asked genuinely surprised.
"Well I wouldn't want these two idiots to do it." She says rolling her eyes. I give a small smile, while Edward continues to glare at her and Mike joins in.
"Yeah, sure. I can take a look at them." I say. She turns around and starts to leave the circle. I turn to Edward, give him a small smile, and kiss him on the cheek quickly so I can catch up to Rosalie. I follow her through the crowd of people and up the stairs. As we are traveling up the stairs, I cannot help but notice her round behind. I lick my lips and pussy starts to ache with need. She leads me all the way to her and Emmett's bed room. After I enter, she closes the door behind us and leans against it, watching me.
"So where are the designs?" I ask nervously. She shakes her head then smiles. She saunters over to me slowly. With every click of her heel, my sense of want, desperation, and anticipation grows. She finally reaches me and trails her index finger between the crevice of my cleavage.
"Now Bella," she says seductively. "Can you honestly tell me you believed I invited you up here to look at some designs." she says, now tracing the patterns of my breasts. I cannot formulate coherent words, because I am lost in the feeling of her soft hand touching me. She brings her face to my neck, and I can feel her sweet breath blowing against it. I shiver at the sensation. She brushes her nose against my neck and then begins to place slow, soft kisses against it. She brings her hands to my sides and begins to teasingly brush her fingers against them. I sigh, close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the wonderful sensation. She then brings one of her hands in between my legs, under my dress, and starts to rub my center over the thin cloth of my underwear. My eyes open at the overwhelming sensation and my eyes catch a quick glance of a picture of Emmett on the dresser, across the room. My body stiffens and I suddenly remember why I am here. I am at HIS celebration. Almost everyone I know is downstairs, including Edward. We can't do this. Not here. Not Now.
"Rose, we can't do this." I whisper softly. She stops the devouring of my neck and lifts her head to look up at me. I look at her pleadingly, hoping she will see reason. She shakes her head and continues to rub my clothed lower lips. She brings her face so close to mine that the tips of our noses are almost touching. Her strawberry smelling breath covers my face and I can feel my resolve start to break.
"You worry too much." She whispers back. She slowly kisses the corner of my mouth and trails her lips to my earlobe. She gives it a slow lick, then brings it into her mouth and sucks on it. She then brings her lips to my ear.
"Relax." she purrs and my body shivers at the command. She then brings her lips back to mine and teasingly licks my bottom lip. I try to think of another reason for us to stop. It takes me a while because her incredible touch slows down my thought process considerably. My brain finally comes up with the idea to mention our significant others. Guilt overrides my body and I try to convince her again.
"Rose, what about Edward and Emmett?" I whisper against her mouth. She stops her ministrations for a while and just breathes against my face. I think she might stop. She then looks into my eyes.
"What they don't know won't hurt them." she whispers against my face. Her hand that has been placed between my legs then moves my underwear out of the way and starts to rub my clit. My legs weaken and my hip bucks against her hand. I let out a small moan. She kisses me again, this time with more force and my resolve starts to break even more. Maybe she is right. Why fight it? I know she is going to win this battle anyway. I might as well give in.
All my thoughts of guilt, shame and betrayal go out the window and I give in to temptation. This time when she kisses me, I kiss her back with the same amount of fervor. I bring my arms around her neck and bring her closer to me. She brings both her hands to my hips and she brings us as close together as we can possibly get. We continue to kiss until the both of us are out of breath. Rosalie breaks out lip-lock and looks at me with a sexy smirk.
"You are wearing way too much." she says, her tone low and alluring. She traces her hands down to the hem of my dress then begins to slowly lift it off me. She draws her fingertips along my body as she removes it. Once she has it off, she throws my dress on the floor next to the bed and stares at me with a predatory look in her eyes.
"You are so fucking sexy. Do you know that?" she asks me as she starts to rub my pussy. I moan and trace my hands all over her back. I kiss her again and then look at her.
"If I have to take my dress off, so do you." I say teasingly. She looks at me with a mischievous smile. She pulls away from me and takes a few steps back. She starts to rub her hands all over her body and sway sexily from side to side. I bite my lip and I feel my arousal start to drip from my center. Her hands drift to the bottom of her dress and inch my inch she reveals her amazing body, all while still swaying her hips. Her dress finally comes off and she throws it on top of mine. She is wearing a bright red lace bra and a red thong. She walks over to me and takes my bottom lip into her mouth and bites it hard. I moan from the pain and the pleasure of her action. She starts kissing me again and starts walking us over to the bed without breaking contact. She throws me onto the bed near the head board and every so slowly crawls on top of me. She settles herself in-between my legs. She runs her face all over my bra then buries her head between my breasts. She then brings her head up and bites one of my nipples through the lace fabric of my bra. I suppress a scream.
"You like that?" she asks suggestively as she massages my breasts. I moan and start to rub my legs together to decrease the ache of my arousal. When I don't give her an answer, she forces my legs apart and pinches my nipple hard. The sound that comes out of my mouth is a cross between a scream and a whine.
"I said do you like that?" she says with more force while adding more pressure to my nipple.
"Yessssss." I hiss and I throw my head back. She smiles in satisfaction. She continues to pinch my nipples until they are hard under her hands. She then reaches behind me and bites my neck while she takes off my bra. She starts assaulting my bare breasts and sucks them thoroughly. I moan loudly and my eyes shut as I arch my back. She alternates her actions by teasingly circling her talented tongue around each nipple and biting them. She stops suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact. She lifts herself from my breasts and starts to trace the outline of my body with the very top of her finger tips. I feel like I am about to burst from my level of sexual arousal.
"Rose?" I whisper, hoping she will start touching me where I need it the most.
"Hm"? she says back, distracted and entranced by my body.
"Rose please." I whisper with a hint of desperation. She stops what she is doing and looks at with a mischievous glint in her eye. She brings her body against mine and aims her head towards the right side of my ear.
"Please what?" she whispers back, her breath tickling and teasing me. "Tell me what you want Bella." She practically purrs into my ear. My breathing starts to pick up. Fuck, she is going to make me beg! I never beg for anything! Fuck it. I will do it if I have to. Anything for her to touch me.
"Touch me." I beg in whisper with need as I buck my hips in her direction. I hear her moan at the tone of my voice. She brings her face against mine as our heavy breaths meld together.
"Where Bella?" she whisper as she urges me on. "Where do you want me to touch you?" she murmurs against my lips. I bring her hand that is currently running against my side to my aching pussy.
"Here." I say wantonly as I push my core up against her hand. She moans in satisfaction and pressed her palm against my pussy with force. I moan and my hips involuntarily buck. She removes herself from in-between my legs and sits on her knees next to me.
"Take that off." she orders me from her new position as she removes all the fabric from her body. I quickly comply and slip my underwear off but keep my legs closed to tease her. I hear her give a deep growl and climb on top of me. She forces my leg open and smacks my pussy with the palms of her hand. I let out a short shout of pleasure. Sex with Rose is so different than sex with Edward she isn’t afraid to get a little rough. She makes it tantalizing and exciting and oh so pleasurable.
I am pulled out of my thoughts by her lightly blowing on my pussy. I bite my lip and lift my hips in her direction, letting her know that I want her to continue. She starts to slowly massage my clit and tease the hole of my pussy.
"Oh fuck." I whisper and I turn my head to the side. She lets out another sexy moan then licks her lips.
"Do you want me to make you cum Bella?" she asks low, sensual tone as she continues her actions.
"Yes Rose." I say desperately. "Please. Please make me cum." I beg her. She suddenly pushes two fingers inside of me and I gasp in shock and pleasure. She starts to ram her fingers into me roughly and rub my clit vigorously. I moan an incoherent string of curses and grab on to the sheets to steady myself.
"Do you like this Bella? Do you like it when I shove my fingers in side of you?" she asks with more volume so she can be heard over my loud moaning.
"Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"I holler out desperately with wild abandon. Her movements never cease and she adds a third finger. I gasp with short breaths and my eyes open in surprise. This gives me an opportunity to look at her. Her luscious blond locks and her breasts shake with the force of the movement of her arms. In her eyes I can see lust with a hint of drive and determination. As if she bent on making me cum. This thought brings me closer to the edge and I feel my stomach start to tighten.
"Oh fuck Rose! I'm so close! God Rose I am close!" I cry out loudly. She rubs my clit and pushes her fingers inside me even faster. She then brings her head to the side of my face.
"Cum for me." she whispers in a command against my ear. Her words bring me over the threshold of ecstasy and I scream out her name loudly. My body is shaking from the powerful force of the orgasm and my breathing is jagged. Rosalie continues rub and fuck me until I am through with my release. My orgasm seems to last an eternity. When I finally recover, I look at her. Her hair covers the side of her face and she looks down at me with an expression, lust and satisfaction. I think I also spotted a hint of love, but I brush it off as my vision being blurred during the orgasm. She looks so angelic. Fuck she makes me feel so amazing. What I would give to see her cum. To hear her scream my name.
I get a sudden burst of confidence and decide I will try to achieve just that. I flip us over so that I am now on top of her. She looks at me, surprised I am taking control. I freeze and recoil, afraid that my action may make her mad and upset. She then flashes me a sexy smirk and summons me to her with her index finger. I give a small smile, and crawl on top of her. I take a moment to appreciate her beautiful, modelesque body. I trail my hands from her neck, all the way down to her body, admiring her curvaceous frame. Then I start to worship her body with my kisses, making sure I kiss every inch of skin she possesses. She moans at my actions and bucks her hips against my body impatiently. I lift myself up to look at her, her eyes burning with desire and need. I sit on top of her and begin to rub her pussy lightly, and she moans at my touch.
Then I bring my mouth in-between her legs and taste the nectar of her honey pot. She moans in pleasure and in my peripheral vision I can see her grabbing the sheets. I lick her clit then circle my tongue around it.
"Oh yes Bella! Just like that!" she moans urging me on. I continue my current action, pleased that I am making her feel good. Her moans of pleasure make my confidence grow and I stick a finger inside of her. She gasps and moves her hips so that she can feel friction from the finger. I start to move my finger in and out of her and suck on her clit.
"Yes! Fuck!"she shouts as she throws her head back and closes her eyes. As I continue to pleasure her, I feel wetness seep down my leg. I ignore my own arousal and focus on bringing her to the edge. She is now grinding her hips into my hand and moaning noisily. She is holding my head down between her legs and pulling my hair. I feel her legs start to shake. She really doesn't have to hold my head there, I have no intention of moving. She sounds so fucking sexy when she moans. Everything about her just turns me on so much. She isn’t even touching me and I feel like I am going to cum all over again.
I am pulled out of my thoughts by the tugging of my hair and I am greeted with the sounds of her orgasm.
"Oh God! Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes! Bella ! Yessssssss!" she screams as she reaches her high. I rub her pussy slowly until she is stops shaking. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck on them, reveling in the taste of her sweet juices. I look at her and she is laying back on the bed, a look of contentment on her face. I smile and climb on top of her and kiss her passionately. She kisses back with a smile.
"I love you." I say against her mouth without thinking. She leans back from my face and looks at me with pain in her eyes. She quickly covers up what she is feeling with a mask of confidence. Shit I shouldn't have said that. Why do I have to go and ruin everything?
She sighs and removes herself from underneath me. She gets up from the bed and starts to walk around the room. I sit up and look at her, desperately trying to figure out what she is really thinking. She starts to redress herself.
"Bella, I love you too. I love you like a sister-in-law should. You should know that what we do is just sex. Nothing more." she says with added force while she fixes her dress so it looks appropriate. I feel my heart break and I fight the urge to cry.
When she is fully dressed, she looks at me and stiffens. She seems to be taking in my distraught face. Her face crosses through so many emotions I can't comprehend them. It looks like she is fighting herself on what to do. She starts to walk towards me. I feel my heart swell. To my disappointment, she takes my clothing and throws them on the bed next to me.
"Hurry up and get dressed. Everyone will be wondering where we are." she says in a low, harsh tone and she walks out the room without a second glance at me. Once I hear the door close, I cannot help the sob that escapes my lips. I suddenly feel cheap. Like a piece of trash that was just thrown away because it was not needed or wanted. I start to let the tears flow freely as I dress myself. I slowly make my way to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I see my hair is disheveled and my eyes are red and puffy from crying. I look like shit. God, why do I have to be fucking weak. I realize how physically weak I feel and my shoulders slump. It my fault. I shouldn't have let my emotions get involved. It is just sex. It is just sex. It is just sex! Nothing more. Nothing less.
I repeat my last few thoughts like a mantra in my head until I gain the energy to move. I wash my face to get rid of the evidence of my emotional breakdown. I take a few deep breaths and will myself to stop crying. When I have finally composed myself, I exit the bathroom and head down stairs. As I descend the stairs I see the party is beginning to come to a close. People are saying their goodbyes and leaving with the various groups they came with. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I seek out Rosalie. She glued to Emmett's side, talking to Jasper as if nothing happened. A twinge of pain shoots through me and I take a deep breath to prevent myself from crying again. To distract myself, I go find Edward. I ignore the guilt that comes over me as a walk. When I find him, he is talking Alice over by the front door.
"Hey." I say with a fake smile. I give him a kiss on the cheek and smile up at him.
"You two took an awfully long time up there." he notes. I panic, wracking my brain to think of a plausible answer.
"We kind of got off topic." I said, bending the truth. "Rose got really excited about the shopping side of things." I say, trying to be nonchalant. He shakes his head then smiles at me.
"I see Mrs. Shops-too-much is still at it." he mutters and Alice playfully slaps his chest. I had forgotten Alice was there. A feeling of nervousness starts to grow within me.
"Honey, I am going to go say goodbye to Eric and Mike. Okay?" Edward tells me as he massages my left shoulder.
"Okay." I reply quickly. He walks away and this leaves me and Alice. My gaze follows him and when I look to her, she has a knowing look on her face with a glint of anger in her eyes. I squirm under her gaze and feel uneasy. This Alice is not the Alice I am used to. This new Alice is much more frightening. She slowly walks up to my right side and gives me a smirk.
"Hope you and Rosalie had a nice time." she whispers in my ear. She gives me one more look and walks away. Terror shoots through me instantly. I have no doubt that she knows about our dirty deed. Alice is good at many things but there is one thing Alice is impeccable at: bringing her form of justice to people she feels is unjust. I have seen this happen to too many of Alice's ex-friends to not know this fact. I start to fear that Rosalie and I are her latest targets. My breathing starts to pick up and I look around the room frantically for Edward. Too many people. Too many emotions. Too many bad things that can happen. Need to leave.
I find him in the dining room speaking to Eric and Mike. Not wanting to be rude, I wait till they finish their goodbyes but I grab him before he can speak to anyone else.
"Edward, sweetie, let's go now." I say in a slightly whiney voice as I tug him towards the door.
"But I didn't say good bye to Emmet yet love." he replies with a confused look on his face while he hands me my coat.
"Emmett won't feel bad if you don't say goodbye. He doesn't get mad over things like that. Plus you will see him in a few days anyway. You two are going to watch the game remember?" I say, convincing him. He absorbs what I said and has a thoughtful look on his face. After a moment, he nods his head and gives a small smile.
"I guess you're right. We can go now. We should get you to bed anyways. You look a bit tired." he says to me while he rubs my back. I look at him gratefully and he leads us through the crowd of people towards the door. As we walk through the house, my eyes involuntarily scan for Rosalie. I see her hugging someone goodbye. Once she finishes her hug, her eyes happen to meet mine. An unreadable emotion flashes across her face quickly. She covers it up with a mask of a blank expression soon after. She looks away from me quickly and continues to say goodbye to her guests. My heart starts to ache.
I sigh and hold Edwards hand tighter as we walk out the door. My body goes on autopilot while my brain and heart are paralyzed by the pain I am feeling. Edward opens the car door for me, like a gentlemen and I say a quiet word of thanks. We get into the car and drive away from the beautiful home.
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I lay quietly on my side, with my arms crossed against my chest, trying to hold my breaking heart from falling apart. I hear Edward come out of the bathroom and I quickly wipe the tears that have fallen from my face. He climbs into bed behind me and wraps his arms around me.
"Bella, love, are you okay? You were very quiet in the car." he asks concerned as he rubs my arm.
"Just tired." I say in a fake sleepy tone, hoping her will drop the subject. I give a fake yawn for emphasis.
"Alright, I will let you sleep. I love you." he says sweetly.
"I love you too." I say as I suppress the guilty tone threatening to come out in my voice. He kisses the back of my shoulder then turns over and turns off the lamp on the nightstand that illuminated the room. The room is dead quiet, but I get no peace. My thoughts scream loudly in my head. I have to admit it. I am in love with Rosalie. I can’t deny it anymore. I told her and she knows. And now Alice knows to. My lips start to quiver and tears threaten to fall down my face again. But she doesn’t love me. If she did, she would’ve said so. You could just be using me. Maybe I am just a wait for her to get off. Just a sex toy.
I sigh and bury my face in my pillow. But I know that doesn’t matter. I would do anything for her. It used to be Edward, but now it’s her. Maybe I don’t care if she uses me. I just want her close. I meant to deep may be too deep to turn back.
I shake my head back and forth, refusing to listen to inner voice and hear the truth. I wonder what Alice will do with the information. God, if anyone finds out my life is ruined. I could lose everyone, especially Edward. God, everything is so fucked up.
I feel more tears start to fall and I cry until I am tired. Uncertain of my future, I let sleep envelop me and hope I will eventually figure out how to solve the mess we made.
