Edward is in Forks High and completely addicted to drugs and alcohol. He cannot let his past die and it keeps him looking for anything that will allow him to drown. Can anything bring him out of it? Can anyone bring him out of it? Is he too far gone for help? Would he allow anyone to help? Read on and find out.
First off, I'm crazy, I know this. As if I don't have enough on here already, but this is just a test, I think...I am looking for some opinions on this story that has been taking over my brain. If you would like to read this in the future or anytime soon, please let me know what you think now so I can decide on whether to keep it or not.
I'm just testing the waters as of now.
Chapter One: Nothing Left
A constant nudge to my shoulder woke me out of my sedated state of mind, “Hey Edward, dude, you might want to wake up before Mrs. Cope catches you passed out in her class again. You get caught this time man and they won’t let you come back.” Mike whispered before Mrs. Cope came back in.
I lifted my head enough to look in Mike’s direction to let him know that I heard him. Drool hung in a long strand from my mouth to my desk and landed in a small puddle. “Hey Edward, you better hope your mutt of a friend Jake doesn’t bring his bike today…rain.” Jessica Stanley muttered under her breath, with a finger pointed to the window as Mrs. Cope walked in. Bad timing as everything in my life seemed to be when I said, “Damn…”
“Excuse me Mr. Masen…?” Mrs. Cope’s voice stated with pure hatred towards the school addict.
Paying attention to anything in my life wasn’t the easiest thing for me to do. At this very moment, that was plain to see when I grunted at her offensive tone and let my head fall back onto my desk. My forehead landed right in the middle of my own drool. I suppose it could have been worse if it had been my own vomit. Not that that hasn’t happened before. I pulled my head back up completely ignoring that the teacher was still looking in my direction when I clearly heard Mike make the sound, “Eww…that’s sick man…” if he thought that was sick, it was seriously going to put a wrench in that low I.Q. brain of his when I reached over to his desk and grabbed the ugliest scarf known to man and wiped my forehead clean.
I chuckled aloud when Mike about threw up right in front of me. I tried to be nice and hand it back,
“Uh, no man, you keep it. Remind me to never leave any kind of clothing of mine around you.”
“Mr. Masen, are you trying to become a nuisance in my class today? If so, you can leave now. I don’t have time to deal with...you…”
I took that upon my good graces to get up and walk out, but it wasn’t going to be that easy and I knew that. Not with Mrs. Cope. She had her way of snarling at me when she felt it necessary and sometimes she was a softy towards me and today, well, I don’t think that she could honestly decide. As usual I had to hear the same line from her and she absolutely knew that it triggered me. Between us, it was a love/hate relationship.
“Mr. Masen, I’m sure your mother wouldn’t approve of your drug induced activities if she were here…” Standing in front of me as I tried to walk out and say that, didn’t help her case in the slightest as I stood towering her form. My hatred filtering through in one heartbeat…My teeth seethed a deep menacing sound as I inhaled. Mrs. Cope’s limbs frantically shook, almost violently as I was sure my eyes burned with hostility.
“The lack of miscommunication between us about the woman who gave birth to me is clearly lacking. You knew her well, correct…?”
Her eyes fell to her feet as she whispered, attempting to thwart the answer. Embarrassment covered her cheek bones. No one that knew her back then wanted to admit to knowing her. I just wanted her to admit it, right to my face. I began to lose my patience. I was positive that I hadn’t blinked once while I waited for her response. I could hear the other students rustling behind me. My muscles constricted, the burn intensified the longer I stood there and finally I had had enough. I closed the distance slightly and said,
“Yes…” She whimpered in defeat.
“Then tell me Mrs. Cope, who is more at fault here. My addicted way or the woman who gave birth to me only to leave me inside a gas station as she stared right into the camera and walked out of my life at the ripe age of two? Care to give your answer? I’m guessing about right now, she’s completely unaware of my existence, so spare me the mother speech because you and I both know that I don’t have one.”
Small town people knew small town gossip and my mother was number one on their list even after all of these years. For years just a simple walk uptown condemned me to their glares and covered mouths whispering, “That’s Liza’s boy. It’s a shame. She should’ve never had a kid and she knows it…”
I wasted away for years trying to figure out what I did so wrong that she didn’t love me anymore, but as I grew, my hatred for her grew as well and I finally reached a significant point of no return. I stormed out of the classroom only to have Mrs. Cope follow behind,
“Edward, please stop…”
I paused believing that these were going to be the words that I anticipated I would hear. I was on my last leg in this school and they couldn’t wait to find a reason to do so,
“Edward…I…understand how you feel, but…”
I turned on my heels, heading in her direction, “Explain to me how you could possibly understand?”
Her shoulders tensed as she began wringing her hands together to keep mildly calm, “You’re right, I couldn’t possibly understand how you feel, but you have to realize that the majority of this town helped take care of you when she left and many of us worry about you. Yes, it may be true that some of us are past the point of trying to help you and you haven’t given us any leeway to help us believe that you will change. We’re at our ends Edward. You won’t let anyone in to help you…”
“I didn’t ask for help Mrs. Cope. I don’t need and I don’t want it. It’s best if all of you leave me alone. Tell me now if this is your way of telling me I am officially kicked out of this school?” I knew my eyes were dancing on the possibility; a half crocked smile began to slowly stretch.
“No Edward, you can go, but I will check to see if you made it to your next class. Don’t give them the satisfaction, please. I would like to see you graduate with your peers.”
I was passed this conversation. My thoughts were already out the doors and off of school property with a smoke slowly burning while I inhaled deeply. I looked down at her and part of me didn’t want to be this way with her because in all honesty, she was the only teacher that gave a damn. Playing the mother card just wasn’t the smartest thing for her to do and she knew it. I smiled my smooth crooked smile as I said,
“I’ll see what I can do…” her eyes dropped with heaviness as I walked backwards still eying her,
“No worries Mrs. Cope, you know me, I can’t help but mess with you. Going out for a quick smoke to calm down and I will make it back to my next class on time.”
“Edward, just a cancer stick, right…Nothing else.”
“Give me more credit than that, would’ya?”
“I would love to, but unfortunately you always manage to prove me wrong.”
“Maybe I wanna be a nice guy for a change…”
“If the heavens are listening maybe they’ll keep you that way…”
“See ya, Mrs. Cope…” I was still walking backwards as she opened the classroom door to walk back in. Right before I turned completely, my body collided with another and my temper flew,
“You wanna watch where the hell…” I lost all the air I had in me like someone shoved a vacuum in my throat and sucked it all out. She was…stunning. The first time today my drool was from passing out on my desk because I drank too much vodka before class, but this time, it was the sight of absolute perfection that I had ever witnessed with my own eyes. My heart pounded and for the first time in the history of my existence, it didn’t hurt to breathe. Clarity pulled the clouds from my mind, the stormy seas that tried their best to throw me right up against a wall of water and drown me turned calm. I was immediately uncomfortable in my own skin. I had never felt this…this…clean inside and out. Drugs and alcohol didn’t have anything on my new addiction to this girl that was an unknown. I knew I wasted my time even contemplating that I had a chance with her. Sure the pretty ones was said to fall for the bad boy image, but I was way beyond that generic term. I was literally ‘The bad boy’.
She smiled up at me with those eyes that were partly amber and partly deep brown. It was a strange mix, but I welcomed the poison that calmed my center as I looked into them. I wanted to speak, but something stopped me. The feeling I had is what did me in. I abolished all my senses from feeling any kind of emotion years ago and I was doing a great job of it until…now. No…I can’t allow anyone in…All emotion left me in an instant. I began to walk away without a word when she spoke and I swear her soft seductive voice made my body rigid with relentless pain, the kind every guy begs to have. I stopped where I stood with my eyes closed trying to will it away, but she spoke again,
“You should try to make a better impression next time. This time I’ll forgive you, but now you have to make it up to me.”
Did I ever want to make it up to her, but I knew better. She didn’t know it yet, but she would. No way was I gonna let her get caught up in this mess I call myself. Besides, she was out of my league as it was. When she heard what the entire school would say about me, she would be too scared to look in my direction come the end of the day. Again, I walked away or tried before I was hit by a brick wall of a guy.
“I suggest you treat my sister with some respect.”
Oh hell…I had no plans on fighting a guy that looked like the Hulk. I sighed heavily and let my head fall forward exasperated, “Look man, I wasn’t trying to disrespect anyone. I just don’t talk much.”
The Hulk crossed his arms with his brows furrowed together and said, “I’ll ask you once to introduce yourself like a man. Bells is waiting patiently…”
Bells…I have a name…I have the golden ticket. Anyone want to validate it? I couldn’t believe it but just by hearing her name, a smile creased my face and it hurt badly. I couldn’t remember when I smiled last. The only problem with my smile is that it was accidentally directed to The Hulk.
“Hey dirt bag, I don’t play on that side of the fence…”
“Oh sorry, I wasn’t trying to insinuate…”
“Emmy, leave him be. You’re going to scare the first person that I’ve met here…”
And there she went speaking in tongues that flipped every light on inside of me. Wait…Did I just hear her right? Emmy…? I might have to consider that I had lost a few brain cells in my drug induced states in the past for what I was so stupidly about to say,
I cocked an eyebrow towards The Hulk and said, “Are you sure you don’t play on the other side of the fence, Emmy?” before I even came close to finishing that, I jumped back a few steps in case I had to dart off into a full run. Emmy heaved in a breath and his amber eyes tinged with black as his temper rose. Not a smart idea on my part to play with fire. A few more steps back wouldn’t hurt…
The goddess of all goddesses stood between us quickly, her hand on his chest as she looked back at me with daggers piercing my soul, I swear,
“That was uncalled for. A word to the wise; pushing EMMETT like that will only get you killed. I’m sorry Emmett for saying that here. I didn’t mean it. Try to calm yourself before someone gets hurt…” she was directing that last part to my apparent incoherent brain that should’ve known better to say it in the first place. I caused enough trouble with the new kids on the block, Ah I had to laugh at that. It was cheesy, yes, but still funny. I didn’t want them to hate the place already before meeting the good kids here. It was just their bad luck they ran into me first was all. I lowered my head slightly as I looked at…Emmett and said,
“Sorry man, I shouldn’t have said that. Don’t mind me. You’ll get used to ignoring me soon enough anyway. And Bells…”Wow did that sound so so good rolling off of my lips.
“Okay so neither of us should have stated our nicknames for each other…My name isn’t Bells, its Bella…Sorry for the confusion…”
“Okay…Bella…” that was even more amazing... “Sorry I was such a…Uh, It’s nice to meet you Bella, I’m…Edward…”
“Finally I get a name…Nice to meet you too Edward. That name suits you, you know. It has a nice ring to it…”
I wasn’t sure what to say, but I didn’t have the chance because The Hulk or Emmett interrupted and I was actually happy he did.
“Bells, we’re already late for two classes, we need to go. Besides, I think we wasted enough time with this puke…”
“Sorry Edward, you made a bad impression on him way too fast, it’s going to take forever for you to get on his good side now, but give him time, he’ll come around. We do need to go though... So maybe I’ll see you around…?”
Her smile and voice and eyes oh hell, everything about her put me in a spell. One that I didn't want to find the antidote too. As I thought again though, it wasn’t a good idea so I said the truth even though it cut deep already,
“Look, hanging around me will only guarantee trouble so maybe it’s best that we don’t…do this…”
"Yeah, I like his plan.” her brother agreed.
“I…see…” How I was supposed to understand what that meant exactly, I have no idea. The look in her eyes told me she didn’t like it. Well that made two of us…
“Well, we should get going Emmy…I mean Emmett…”
Bella and Emmett walked passed me without another word spoken and I was relieved and depressed all at the same time. It was best though. She would only get hurt in the end. I walked the rest of the way out of the school and down the road a ways to smoke. My time became severely limited now that I ran into those two. So I had to hurry to make it to the next class. I stood there against a wet tree and couldn’t get her image out of my head.
A/N: Okay so what's the verdict everyone? So everyone knows, I just wrote this out and haven't edited a single thing so please take it as it is for now. I really need to know whether I should keep it or throw it. D
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oh my gosh, i'm in love with this story<3 please update soon!!
Bella left me hanging on her last words, “Edward, have a good evening…”
Cemented in the same spot as if she was still standing in front of me, I couldn’t form a coherent thought. The breeze carried her voice all around me, seductive and sensual... Or, maybe that was my teenage brain over-reacting. It could have been a simple, ‘have a good evening’ but I wanted it to be so much more. I never thought that perfection could lie in one person, but I couldn’t find one simple flaw. Head to toe, she was absolute…
“If you’re having fantasies about my sister, you’ll never make it out of this forest in one piece.”
Well that voice completely cut off any thoughts I would have had. In the tree line to my right, there stood the beast, Emmett. The one person I didn’t want to see on this side of the river. I stood as tall and strong as I could and said, “It looks like I’ll be leaving fully intact then.”
It didn’t surprise me at all when he began to come towards me before I said my last words, and yes, my initial reaction was to take a few steps back,
“Let me get something straight between us right now. My sister deserves much better than you, so leave her alone. She’s waited too long for the right guy to come along and I’ll be damned if I will let you get in the way of that. You’re no good for her. You get me, piss ant?”
Emmett towered above me, yeah I got his point clearly, but I must have lost some brain cells somewhere lately, because I knew without a doubt that I would do just the opposite of his threat. On second thought, I lost more than ever before because I took my first step forward. Idiot…I looked up into his face and said,
“You need to get off my case. I get what you’re saying, so stop breathing your dragon breath in my direction.” This is when I should have stepped back or…run for my life, but Bella stood between us so quick that I fell down and hard,
“My business is my business Emmett. Don’t ever threaten him again. You got it?”
“Sis, you can’t seriously like this guy?”
“Emmett, the point I’m making is, you can’t keep bullying every guy that I speak to. I’ve let you get away with it for so many years now. It’s time for my big brother to step aside and let me make my own decisions. I love you Em, but you scare the hell out of everyone I meet, no matter where we go. I want to make friends…
“He isn’t the sort of person you should be friends with Bell…
“That’s it Em, I will make that decision, understood?”
I couldn’t believe the pouty look I saw on Emmett’s face. Bella really laid into him. I thought she was finished speaking her peace, but I was very wrong. She turned the tables on me,
“And you, I’ve told you once not to push him. Standing up to my brother was a very stupid move on your part. Leave your pride at home. It will not help you with him. If you want to stay alive don’t ever do that again.”
I was about to say…something. I wasn’t sure what that might be, but I know I was. Emmett stopped my train of thought when I saw him stifling a laugh in my direction with a pointed finger. I couldn’t believe it. We officially went back to Elementary school, but again, Bella turned back to him with her hands resting on those beautiful hips of hers…Thought process down the tubes again.
“Emmett, stop it.”
“Yeah Emmett, stop it. Your sister is going to kick your butt if you don’t. You shouldn’t have laughed.” I retorted.
Bella didn’t seem pleased with either one of us now. She took in a deep breath and shook her head, “Men…”
Emmett resigned to pointing fingers again, verbally this time, “Bell, it was him, not me…”
He didn’t have a chance to say any more when Bella put her hand up, “Em, home…now and not another word. Edward, go home. If I could get a headache, I would have one right now. Again, have a good evening.”
They both walked off, but this time, I wasn’t in a daze of this conversation because Bella’s tone was all serious, nothing like our first good evening conversation. I felt empty this time, although, it was nice to see Emmett getting his butt handed to him by his sister. I’ll have to remember in the future to use Bella against him when he started on me.
A/N: I know this is short, but I am trying my best to work a little on each story when I can. I hope this helps for now to ease my absence. Delilah
Loved the chapter! The way Bella cut both of them short was very amusing. I can't wait to see how all this turns out!
great chapter as ever - I wouldn't expect less.
So glad you are writing again.
This worked really well, very Emmett I thought.
I don't know what Bella see in Edward here but I can't wait to find out.
keep me updated i'm curious to see where and how this goes
Thanks for the update, it was great! glad Bella let Em have it...lol...can't wait for your next update!
I just read all four chapters, and I am hooked! You really out do yourself, Delilah. You have to become a writer. I hope you do. If you do, I'll be there to buy each and every book from you. I've also read your other stories. One word. Fantastic! Superb! Incredible! (I know, more than one.) I love your stories. Keep me updated?
I know I have been MIA for quite a long time now. I have learned not to mention too much about my personal life on here. I lost a friend due to that. Most and foremost, I just wanted to say that when I share details of my personal life on here, it is not to gain pity as one has mentioned in the past. It is simply because I feel that we are in a sense family here. So to anyone that may believe otherwise, I am sorry that you feel or think the way you do.
Now to my stories that I have long neglected; I am so sorry to all of you out there that waited and finally decided to stop hoping for more. I assure you it was not my intent. My life has changed in ways that I will not go into here, but I am slowly rebuilding. I have been working on my writing when I can. Sometimes I feel I have lost my touch, but today I wrote something out of the blue and I felt really good about it. So right now, I am trying to figure which story to finally finish to its end. I am just now getting my bearings back, so I will not be posting for each story. One at a time is all I can manage until I can really get into it well enough to go beyond one at a time. I know I have lost many readers, but I hope to gain your trust again in time.
Please accept my sincerest apology. I hope everyone's lives are in a good place and Hope everyone has a great Holiday Season ahead. I look forward to reconnecting with everyone if given the chance.