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Dear Bella Teaser: The Emergence of Edward Cullen

Good Moring my lovelies! As promised here is the teaser for the next chapter! Let me know what you think!

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The Emergence of Edward Cullen

“Edward Anthony Cullen, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She was really pissed. I knew from history that it would be better to sit and take it than to try to defend myself.

“I was just dancing with Bella.” Playing dumb sometimes works on her if she’s had a little to drink.

“Don’t play dumb with me asshat.” Apparently this was not one of those times. “You’ve had a hard-on for Bella for like five years. Keep your teenage hormones away from her! She just went through a traumatic break-up, she doesn’t need you dry humping her on the dance floor!”

“Rose, she said my name in her sleep. No, said isn’t the right word. She purred it!”

“Okay lover boy, I’m going to say this one more time. I don’t give a shit if she screams your name during a self-induced orgasm; you are not to touch her. Now you’re going to go back in there and apologize for being a pervy creep. Even if she did enjoy it, which I know she did.” That’s my friend, quick to cut me down and then raise me up.

“Fine, I’ll apologize, but just so you know, I’m not going to mean it. And how do you expect me to spend all day driving with her without doing something stupid?”

She laughed at me. “Edward, of course you’re going to do something stupid. But for right now, leave her be. Alice and I already tried to set you two up and she flipped. She just needs to grieve for that doucher a little bit more. By the way, we are so paying him a visit when we get home.”

“God damn, I love you Rose. I was thinking the same thing. What exactly did she say when you and Alice mentioned us together?”

“Sometimes you are such a chick, Edward. It doesn’t matter. Go apologize, keep your hands to yourself and your dick in your pants.”

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Chapter 10: The First Meeting

“Cold?” All I could do was shake my head. He pushed me near where the others were dancing but not too close that we’d have to talk. The song that was on was ending and as the next one began to play I knew I was in trouble.

Fuck me. Justin Timberlake’s “Future Sex/Love Sounds” started and instead of turning me to face him, Edward drew me up against him. In these heels my body was perfectly nestled in to his. As his hips began to move against mine, I decided once again to be brave and let the music and his body lead me. If dancing with him in my dream was orgasm producing, in real life it’d be multiples. He kept rocking into my ass and I definitely could feel that he was getting hard. Oh my, this was going to get out of hand.

Lifting my right arm, I buried my hand in his hair. This brought his mouth so close to my ear that I almost begged him to nibble on it. I felt the hair on the back of my neck prickle with his every breath.

“Bella?”

“Hmmmm?” He was dancing me into a coma.

“Did I hear you moan my name when we were in bed?”

Shit! I was so busted. I started to turn around so that I could deny it but held me firmly in place.

“No, let’s stay like this for awhile. So, did I?” He slid his hand under my shirt and onto my bare stomach. Slowly he caressed my skin and all I could do was nod my head in acknowledgement.

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: “What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted.


Bella Swan knew the difference between right and wrong. After all her father Charlie was the Chief of Police. However, where things were usually black and white for Charlie, Bella knew there was always a shade of gray to everything. Sometimes this put her in precarious situations with Charlie, especially when he saw it as black and she knew it was gray.

So it was no surprise when Charlie came home from work one Tuesday night seething with anger.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted.

“Daddy,” she knew when to play that particular card, “it’s not…”

“Don’t you ‘Daddy’ me young lady. This is serious. And don’t tell me it’s not what I think because it is exactly what I think! You’re going to be grounded until your hair turns gray. Now go to your room.”

Oh no, she thought, he’s going to send me to my room. Where my stereo, TV and computer are. The horror. Charlie had seen her smirk so instead he told her to sit at the table. He stomped up the stairs and Bella heard him enter her room. Soon after she could make out his mutterings and heard things being moved around. She knew then that he meant business. He had made several trips from her room to the small guestroom down the hall. This really made her nervous. Obviously he was taking all her technologic luxuries away from her. Then she heard hammering. What the hell was he doing, she wondered. She prayed silently that he would forget about the cell phone.

Ten minutes later Charlie came back downstairs and stood directly in front of her. He held out his hand and even though she knew what he wanted she wouldn’t budge.

“Isabella Marie. Hand. Me. The. Cell. Phone.”

“But what if there’s an emergency and I need to get in contact with you?”

“Well since you’ll only be leaving the house to go to school you don’t need to worry about it.”

“And if something happens at school?”

“Then the school will call me. Bella just because I’m lax on some things doesn’t mean I was born yesterday. Now give me the phone.”

“Fine. But you’re ruining my life.”

“Funny I was going to tell you that you were ruining your life.”

“How would you know? You won’t even let me explain!”

“That’s right I won’t. Because you are the child and I am the parent!”

“What…you’re…I’m? Are you kidding me? If you’re not at work you’re down at Billy’s. I spend more time in this house then you do.”

“Bella, go to your room. We’ll talk again once we’ve both calmed down.”

Bella went up the stairs, making much more noise than her father had before her and slammed her bedroom door shut for dramatic effect. Her room looked like someone robbed it. There were empty spaces where all her beloved machines had once been. Their wires splayed on her desk, TV stand and dresser. Her room looked bare. She looked at her window that faced the front yard and her heart stopped.

“Oh shit.” He had nailed her window shut. That could only mean one thing.

He knew.

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Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M, EPOV from Chapter 20

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Prompt: Headstrong

I didn’t want to go to the courthouse. I didn’t want to hear the lecture from from my brothers for the millionth time. I didn’t want to see her in yet again another vulnerable position. But most of all, I didn’t want to want those things.


I’ve lived a long life and I can honestly say that nothing had ever scared me like that night in the woods. I went and made promises to her I had no business making. It just wasn’t me I would be putting in danger if I told her but my whole family. I really did want to give her the answers she was looking for. I felt an unexplainable pull towards this girl from the moment I saw her. She soon became all I could think about. My brothers and I were out hunting when I saw a flash of her in the madman’s mind. I took off with my brothers following close behind me. I am still astounded at the total trust they have in me that they followed without any explanation.


Thankfully we got there in time for him to do anything more heinous than he had already done. And as much as I wanted to dispose his body, Jasper made me see reason. Emmett was talking to her, trying to calm her but it wasn’t working. He tried to get Jasper to help him but it wasn’t working. Jasper and I came up with a plan and as I walked towards Emmett I noticed her visibly begin to relax. The only problem is Emmett also noticed. He insisted I take her home . After I talked to her and let her know what was going on I picked her up and that was it for me. The minute my hands touched her I was lost. The second I held her in my arms I was found.


It was that thought that was in my mind as I stood outside the county courthouse willing myself to not go in. So I walked up the steps and pulled open the heavy wooden door and I felt it. The hum of vibration that happened whenever Bella was around. I felt at peace immediately and could see her at the end of the long hallway pacing. I walked towards her now unable to stop the pull. She didn’t hear me approach so I cleared my throat as to not startle her. I had noticed she had been skittish this last month.


She turned around and hurled herself at me. I caught her in my arms. I held onto her tightly, silently asking for her forgiveness for being so distant. Having her in my arms again was heaven. She belonged there, close enough for me to always protect her. And love her. Yes, I loved Bella Swan. I was in love with a human. I had tried my hardest to stay away, even when my brothers began to date her two best friends, proving to me it could be done but I couldn’t chance hurting her.


My brothers didn’t understand why, as Jasper said, I “wouldn’t let myself be happy.” They didn’t see her eyes the night she was attacked. The fear in them was palpable. I promised myself I would always be around to watch over her and would never let anything hurt her again. Especially me. I didn’t trust myself to not hurt her. It wasn’t just physically that I was worried about hurting her but emotionally as well. I knew that if we were to be together I would never be able to keep anything from her. How does one tell the girl he’s in love with that he too is a monster? That although that vermin had hurt her with hate, I could hurt her with love? A hug, A kiss, a stroke of her cheek with just too much pressure could end her. I had tried to explain this to my brothers until Emmett had told me to stop being a “Nancy boy” and “get over” myself. I untangled myself from the embrace.


“The jury is still out,” she said. I could tell from her eyes how deflated she felt.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way they would set him free. Especially after what he did to you.”

I felt the venom pool in my mouth as I said this. If they did set him free he wouldn’t last long. This I knew.

“You can’t know that Edward.” I think that’s the first time she ever said my name and I would beg to hear her say it again.

“But I do know that Bella. I have faith in humanity,” and I was not human, “so should you.”

“So you’re talking to me?”

“No, I just figured you’d need a shoulder today.”

“Oh. Does that mean I only have today?”

I knew what she was asking. I just wasn’t sure what I would say.

“Bella, I know I said I would explain but I just don’t think it’s possible right now.”

I really am a jackass. That was the best I could come up with? I could see her frustration at me.

“You called me Sweetheart.” I call you love now.

“Emmett called you Honey.”

“You carried me.”

“You wouldn’t let either of my brothers.” Thank god.

“You called yourself a monster.”

“You…” Damn! She was on to me.

Luckily my brothers and Rose and Alice were coming towards us. Jasper smiled at her and squeezed her shoulder but Emmett had to pick her up in a bear hug. He said it was their “thing.” I think he did it just to piss me off. All I knew was that my brothers were getting a lot more physical with Bella than I was. And they weren’t hurting her.


I eyed my brothers and we walked down the hall a bit to talk privately. They were all ready to start yelling at me if the looks on their faces was any indication so I cut that off immediately.


“I can’t stay away from her any longer.”

Jasper smiled and Emmett punched me in the arm.

“It’s about time dumb ass.” Emmett was always so eloquent.

“I’ve explained my reasons enough. Just help me come up with a way to win Bella’s heart.”

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Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s: M, part of Chapter 11:Evil

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Prompt: Phrase Catch: Repeat the following phrase to yourself five times, open a blank document and begin: “The jury is still out.”

I paced anxiously up and down the hallway. My heels clicked against the tile in a steady beat that seemed to lull me. My lips moved with silent words only I could hear. I’m sure I looked crazy. But I didn’t care. For months I had breathed this. I had slept this. I had lived this. I had no more answers than I did that night I had walked home from spending the night with Alice and Rose. The night I had been attacked in my forest. The night I became a victim. The night that the Cullen boys had saved me.

It was also the one and only time Edward Cullen (or as I liked to call him Saveward) talked to me. Touched me. Cared for me. He brought me back to my house where a frantic Charlie came bursting out of the house. Edward had explained to him what had happened. Now when I say explain I mean lie. I know I was under “stress” but I also know what I saw. I saw that man fly into a tree. I just don’t know how it happened. The only logical conclusion was that Emmett, by far the biggest of the three, had somehow managed to toss him off me in such a way that he appeared to fly.

The explanation that Edward promised never came. He never called me ‘sweetheart’ again. It had been a month and he had barely looked at me. But I knew he watched me. I could feel it. In my room at night I would thrash around in my bed with visions of the attack. Somehow though I always woke refreshed, like I had slept well. I had that sense of peace that I had had when Edward carried me home. He had to be getting in my room, which just made me feel crazier than I already did. Yet, he continued to act as he did in the beginning. I was so confused. Especially since his brothers took an active role in my life these days. It was sweet but stifling. I didn’t need bodyguards, I needed answers. I needed Edward to supply those answers.

Someone cleared their throat behind me and when I turned around there stood the boy that I had recently hung all my hopes on. Before I knew what I was doing, I launched myself into him and he wrapped his arms around me. It was like I never left. It was like I was home. I felt calm all at once. We didn’t speak, we just held onto each other. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that. Minutes, hours, days. I just knew that I felt whole again. I didn’t feel like a victim, I felt like a survivor.

He pulled away from me eventually, looked towards the courtroom doors and raised his eyebrow in question.

“The jury is still out,” I said.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way they would set him free. Especially after what he did to you.”

I swear I could hear venom dripping in his words.

“You can’t know that Edward.” I think that’s the first time I ever said his name. He must have thought that too because his eyes got a little brighter.

“But I do know that Bella. I have faith in humanity. So should you.”

“So you’re talking to me?”

“No, I just figured you’d need a shoulder today.”

“Oh.” Seriously? What was his game? “Does that mean I only have today?”

He knew what I was asking. I knew what I was asking.

“Bella, I know I said I would explain but I just don’t think it’s possible right now.”

“You called me Sweetheart.”

“Emmett called you Honey.”

“You carried me.”

“You wouldn’t let either of my brothers.”

“You called yourself a monster.”

“You…” Ha! I had him and he knew it.

Just then Alice and Rose came walking towards us with Jasper and Emmett. Yeah, somehow his brothers managed to snag my best friends but he wouldn’t give me the time of day. Except for now. Jasper smiled at me and squeezed my shoulder but Emmett had to engulf me in a bear hug. He said it was our “thing.” Whatever. All I knew was that I had a lot more contact with Edward’s brothers when all I really wanted was more contact with him.

The brothers had walked down the hall a bit whispering and throwing angry looks towards Edward while Rose and Alice tried to act as if we spent every afternoon on a courthouse. Apparently one of them must have read somewhere that it’s a good idea to try and keep things as normal as possible in this type if situation.

Alice was the first to take the plunge. “So what’s going on?”

“The jury is still out.”

Now Rose, “and Edward?”

“The jury is still out.”

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she laughed

We’ve had this same fight every week for 5 years. We do not deter from it. It’s our “thing.” We have known each other since we were in the womb; our mothers being best friends. We were born two weeks apart. She is my best friend, the sister I never had. We have always agreed on everything. Except for this. We have never fought. Except for this. We were undivided. Except for this.

“Bell-ah.” Ugh I hated when she did that.

“Just once listen to me. Please. I am your best friend. I love you. I would not steer you wrong.”

“Alice, let me ask you a question. In five years have I ever backed down? That’s 52 weeks a year, 260 times, have I ever relented?”

“Well, no. But I will not give up!”

“And I will continue to wear it.”

“Bella. Honey. Sweetie,” uh-oh here it comes, “you will not catch any guy’s eyes, let alone Edward’s wearing that monstrosity.”

“Alice. Honey. Sweetie. My grandmother made this for me. You remember my Grammy? We used to have sleep overs at her house. She taught us how to build a fort when we were five. She rented us ‘R’ rated movies when we were eleven. She showed us how to become blood sisters when we were twelve.”

“I am aware of all this Bella. It doesn’t mean that wearing that is a good idea. Grammy meant as much to me as she did to you. And trust me she would put your teenage happiness above respecting her from the grave.”

So here’s the crux of our relationship. My Grammy, whom I loved as if she were my own mother, had made plenty of clothes, jewelry and other knick-knacks throughout my life. But this necklace she made me for my 12th birthday. It was the last birthday I had with her. I felt the need to wear it about once a week just to be close to her. It wasn’t the prettiest necklace I owned, in truth it probably was the ugliest necklace I owned. But she made it for me, with her arthritic hands, and cataract ridden eyes. I treasured it above everything else she ever gave me.

Watch how I can manipulate my best friend.

“Alice, this was the last gift she ever made me. Remember my birthday? She was so proud and wanted me to open her present last? The look of pride on her face that she made me that because my mom refused to buy me one?”

“Yeah I remember. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she laughed.

When we were twelve, charm necklaces were the rage. Yes, I said rage. My mother refused to buy me one. I never knew why, I just knew she was ruining my life. I spent weeks crying to my Grammy about it. Then on my birthday, when I opened my present from her it was a charm necklace that she had made. I don’t know how but she managed to find small chain linked metal and spray painted it neon pink. Then she must have taken some Monopoly game pieces and fashioned them to the necklace. It really was hideous. But she was so happy to give me something I wanted I vowed to her I would always wear it. And I did.

So for five years, 52 weeks a year, 260 times total, my best friend and I would fight this out. I always insisted it was an ice breaker, she insisted it was a deal breaker. It was our ritual, our way of remembering Grammy. And we wouldn’t change it for anything.

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Prompt: Tart
We were laying lazily in bed on a Saturday afternoon when he reached over and brought his fingers to my mouth. I opened willingly and was pleased with the delicious taste of raspberries and flaky crust. As I took the pastry into my mouth, I let my tongue gently brush against the pad of his thumb. He groaned and gave me a sinful look before attacking my ribs with his long, beautiful hands. I screeched and was laughing so hard I was losing my breath. He just grinned at me and kept tickling. It was perfect.

Every so often, when work was killing either of us we would spend a Saturday in bed, shutting out the rest of the world. We always indulged in things that we normally wouldn’t. Decadent desserts, mimosas all day, and other shall we say libations that were rare for our seven year relationship. I liked it because it reminded me of the beginning of our relationship. The newness and wonder of getting to know someone, He liked it because we had sex all day (c’mon, he’s a man), and I guess it reminded him of the beginning too.

So here we are on our nice comfy bed, naked and he’s feeding me a heavenly raspberry tart. I love those damn little pies. I love these days. It’s our time to regroup and sometimes put the focus back on us. We could be serious or childish here. It was a safe zone, neutral like Switzerland. Some of our biggest decisions were made on these Saturdays. Edward first told me he loved me, I had asked him to move in with me, he had asked me to marry him, all on a Saturday like this. When put in that perspective it was my turn to drop the bomb.

I thought for sure he had already suspected, I mean he’s a doctor he should suspect. But he hasn’t said anything to me about my increased sexual appetite, or my crying fests, or the fact that I have weird cravings. I hated raspberries, he knew this but was feeding them to me and I was chowing down like it was ambrosia. He would smirk at me, get that other look he has, the one that says I can’t get anything by him. And I never could.

I liked it though. I was never one for playing games and neither was Edward. I think that’s one of the reasons we worked so well. From the beginning we both told things like they were. But this was big, huge, monumental. We were going to be parents. Finally. After four years of trying we were going to have a baby. Actually we were having two but he couldn’t know that so at least I could surprise him a little.
Before he could feed me another piece of my new favorite food I laid the little ultrasound photo on his chest. Now to me you couldn’t really see much, but like I said, he’s a doctor so maybe he could tell from this one that there were two babies. He picked it up and looked at it and one second I saw both joy and sadness pass through his eyes.

“Bella? Are you? Are we?”

“Yes love, we are pregnant.” I made sure not to give anything else away.

“And the doctor is positive?”

“Doesn’t the picture speak for itself?”

“Actually the last couple of weeks speak for itself but yeah, the picture confirms it. But why would you be getting a sonogram already?”

I knew this would come up. And because he was Edward he would accept my answer and not hold a grudge.

“Baby, you were so broken when I miscarried again that I wanted to make sure that this was going to happen before I told you.”

“I wasn’t the only one that was broken Bella.”

“I know that but you didn’t see yourself afterwards.”

He gave me a sad smile and gently kissed my lips.

“We’re having a baby.”


“Technically I’ll be actually having the baby.”
“Shut it wench, you’re spoiling my moment. Can I call Carlisle and Esme?”

“Sure but don’t you want to see the other pictures?”

“There’s more?” My man was so excited.

“Well there’s one more.”

“Oh, ok.” Now he sounds like someone kicked his puppy.

“Well the first one doesn’t really give the full effect.”

“There’s a ‘full effect’?”

“Yeah since you can’t see them both on the one.”

“I want to see them both…Both? BOTH?” Now I have his attention.

“Yup, both. Apparently twins run on one of our sides of the family.” I say this sarcastically because hello, he’s a twin as is his mother.

“We’re having twins?! Two babies! I have got to call my mom and dad.”

He hops out of bed and runs around looking for a phone. I sit and smile then reach over to his side of the bed. I pick up the rest of the tart and begin to eat it. I could hear him coming back into the room, telling his mom to get his dad on the phone. As I’m wiping the crumbs from my mouth, I can’t help but think how sweet life is going to be.

Prompt: Trampoline

I had tried to avoid going to the hospital for 3 months now. I was doing really well. I watched where I walked, I drove the speed limit and kept proper space in between cars and I took my vitamins and ate better. This was fool proof. What I didn’t count on was my six-year-old twins, Maddie and Lizzie. They were always cautious and quiet girls, just like I was growing up. Actually, now that I think about it, I should be blaming my hair brained mother. It was her that bought them that damn trampoline. She was always telling me that they needed to “act like little girls instead of little adults.” I should have listened to my inner voice, she told me this was not a good idea. But I relented because the girls actually looked interested in the damn thing. Of course the first afternoon they use it they end up bumping into each other and fall to the ground in tears and tangled limbs.

Now that I am cursing my mother out on the drive to the hospital, I think about the odds that he may be working today. Even though I had never met him I was nervous. I had known his brother briefly, and that’s saying it nicely. A one night stand at a college party was not really “knowing” someone. Except biblically of course. He probably didn’t even remember my name and I’m sure he never would’ve mentioned it to his brother. I was in the clear. Unless by some chance he got a good look at the girls. He may notice Elizabeth had his sage green eyes, or that Madeline had his reddish hair. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize the twin grins that resemble his brother Emmett’s mischievous smirk. Or that Maddie can quirk her eyebrow like he did. I know that I thought about him every time I looked at them.

I had met Emmett Cullen at a frat party in May of my senior year at Washington University. My best friend Angela had joined a sorority so I often tagged along to parties with her and her “sisters”. I wasn’t really friendly with any of them but knew them enough for the usual hellos around school. The only two I knew a little better than the rest were Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale and that was only because Rosalie was Angela’s “big sister” and Alice was Rosalie’s best friend. In fact it was Alice that pointed out her brother Emmett to me that night. I was always shy but it was the end of the year, we were done with finals and getting ready to graduate. That’s what brought Rosalie and Alice back, Angela graduating. So I decided to leave college life with a bang. I just didn’t think I meant it literally.

When Alice noticed me staring at the guy in the living room by the keg at first she didn’t say anything. This was good because I was knee deep in fantasy. He looked to be about 6’2” if I had to guess with reddish brown hair that went in all directions, beautiful green eyes, and full lips that were begging to be bit. His body was long and muscular and the dark was jeans and tight black band t-shirt showed it off perfectly. He looked up and caught my eye and I immediately blushed and diverted my eyes to anywhere that wasn’t near him. As I did that I noticed the other girls, far prettier girls that were staring at him. I chanced a quick peek back at him and he was still looking at me. He gave me a half smile, tipped his cup to me and took a drink. That’s when Alice told me it was her brother. Through out the night I was in different rooms but always knew where he was. Every so often he would catch me looking at him and once or twice I caught him looking my way.

I went out into the backyard for some fresh air and sat down at the picnic table near the end of their backyard. I could still hear the party and the few people that were outside smoking but it was quiet enough for me to get lost in my thoughts. I’d like to say I thought over my college life or my plans for the future but my thoughts were not that illustrious. I was thinking about Alice’s brother whose name I didn’t even catch. So yeah, imagine my surprise when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me.

“Is it ok if I sit here?” Mmmm, velvet sex voice. I turned around and lo and behold, Alice’s brother was standing in front of me.

“Yeah sure.” Did I mention I was a lit major? I am a wordsmith.

He held out his hand and said, “I’m Emmett Cullen. I think you may know my sister Alice?”

“Bella. I know Alice but not very well.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Bella. Are you graduating too?”

“Yep.” Like I said. Word. Smith.

He laughed a little and then turned his attention back to his red Solo cup. By this point I am kicking myself and calling myself every name in the book. I’ve talked to guys, I’ve had boyfriends, hell I’ve even had sex. So how come I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say to him?

“So Edward, are you in school?”

“I graduated two years from UCLA.”

Now I could bore you with the rest of our conversation but it wasn’t very interesting or earth shattering. We didn’t solve world peace or end world hunger so let’s just say that at some point I looked over at him and the next thing I know we’re kissing. I’m talking open mouth, tongues, panting kissing. Next thing I know (or want to share) I’m waking up in my bed, sans clothes. You can guess the rest. Flash forward six years and change.

I rush the girls into the tiny ER of Forks Memorial and give their information to Louise who surprise, surprise has known me all my life so this visit isn’t such a shock. After I finish all the necessary paperwork she asks if I want her to call m y father Charlie, the Chief of Police, but I decline. If it’s nothing serious I don’t want to worry him.

“Will the girls be seeing Dr. Gerandi? They’re really only comfortable with him.” This is utter bullshit but I’m trying to avoid Emmett’s brother and yes, will use my daughters to ensure that.

“Sorry hon, he’s on vacation. Dr.’s Cullen are on call today.”

Dr.’s? There are two Dr. Cullen’s here? I remember Angela saying Alice’s dad was a doctor so maybe I still had a chance. But I still wasn’t done.

“Dr. Emmett Cullen? I knew his sister in college.”

“No it’s his brother Edward, and his…”

“Bella? Bella Swan?” I turn around to see a stunning blond in a lab coat coming towards me.

“Rosalie Hale?” I am stunned, she still looks the same.

She reaches me and we give each other a hug that belies our relationship. But it’s what girls do.

“It’s Rosalie Hale-Cullen now. Doctor actually.”

“That’s great Rosalie! So you married Edward?”

“We, no. I married Emmett!”

And here my jaw drops, my heart slams against my chest wall and tears are threatening.

“Oh wow,” I manage to squeak out, “that’s great.” I am lying, its horrible news.

“So what have you been up to?” Seriously? She’s a doctor? I’m in an ER what does she think I’m up to?

“Well…,” I begin.

“Bella, you can bring the girls to curtain 3.” Saved by Jessica Stanley, a nurse here and a friend from high school. Now how do I get the girls back there without Rosalie seeing? I am not ashamed of my daughters I just don’t want their Daddy’s wife to see them. I’ll be on Jerry Springer next week. Luckily before she can ask questions, Rose is called away telling me we need to get together and that Edward will be seeing us today.

I bring the girls back to curtain 3, sit them on the bed and we wait. And wait. And wait. Finally I hear some shuffling behind the curtain and I hear Jessica talking to Dr. Cullen and giving them the girls’ information. When I hear his beautiful, velvet voice I freeze. They sound identical. I wonder if Edward and Emmett are twins. It would explain why I had twins when there are none in my family tree. They both come in and I am shocked again. Standing before me is Emmett Cullen. But Jessica is introducing him as Edward Cullen. What the hell is going on here? When he looks up from the chart the recognition is instant. He stands there, chart in hands, not saying anything.

All I can think is that I have to get my girls out of here. This can’t be happening. What am I going to do? Why is this happening? After what seems like hours, he composes himself and I think I detect a flash of anger in his eyes.

“Ms. Swan,” polite motherfucker, “what brings you here today?”

Before I can say anything Jessica jumps right in, “oh, the Maddie and Lizzie were playing on their new trampoline and fell off.” She smiles at them.

He barely looks over at my, at our, daughters, when his eyes are back on me. Now they look accusing.

“You let 6 year olds play on a trampoline?” Obviously I am a horrible mother. And now Mama Bear comes out.

“Excuse me, Dr. Cullen,” I sneer, “but maybe you can take a look at them before calling Social Services on me?”

Jessica is bewildered, Dr. Cullen looks ashamed and Maddie and Lizzie have no idea what is going on.

“Pardon me, Ms Swan. Of course I’ll have a look at them.” Oh shit.
When he does turn his attention towards them I know the precise moment he is suspect. His back goes rigid, his head does a slight double take and there is a distinct intake of breath. Apparently I’ll have a lot of explaining to do and very soon. But I’m too busy cursing out that damn trampoline.

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s: M, this is Edward’s outlook on what happened at Bella’s birthday, I'm strangely proud of this

Prompt: Glass

I have relived that moment every day since it happened. And being that I never slept, I relived it every night as well. I know the exact moment it all went to hell. As attuned as I was to her and the heavenly smell of her blood, I smelt it before anyone did. One single drop of that precious juice was all it took to end my world. The one thing I had denied myself for years and the one person whose blood I lusted after the most was in my reach. Except Jasper beat me to it. I knew out of all of us Carlisle was truly the only vampire not a threat to Bella. Even I possessed a modicum of control. As much as I hate to think it, Jasper was the most likely to cave. And did he ever.

I watched in complete horror as he caught the enticing aroma and saw in his mind the image of my Bella laying in front of him, exsanguinated, his mouth filled with her life force. I was immediately on the attack and just barely made it to Bella in time. My only thought being of her as I brushed her aside to bear the brunt of Jasper’s force. Even with my speed and acute hearing I was seconds too late to stop what happened next. I managed to throw Jasper away from Bella and into a wall when I heard the glass table shatter before I actually saw her go through it. Silly me, I had become to complacent in my actions around Bella and should’ve known a brush in a moment of panic was nothing like the ones we had become accustomed to. I had put a little to much force into it and again the reality that Bella was human came crashing down on me.

I had inevitably made a bad situation much worse. Where what had started this was a single paper cut, now there were ribbons of blood pouring down her arm and for a moment I felt the hunger that I have denied myself rear its ugly head. I heard the other members of my family get Jasper in control and flee the room. Apparently I wasn’t the only one drawn to Bella’s blood. I heard Esme apologize in an agonized voice and she was gone with the others. As Carlisle took her into the dining room, I stared at was once our coffee table. It was so innocuous when Esme bought it home. I cursed Esme for decorating the house in glass. What was she thinking? Right after I had brought Bella home we should have changed things. Bella proofed the house. We were all aware of her clumsiness, it was only a matter of time before something happened to her.

I vaguely heard Jasper’s thoughts as they walked him deep into the forest, he was castigating himself. Well he should, I thought. I was still staring at the shards of glass when I heard Carlisle calling me. My heart broke when I saw my love lying on the table, drenched in her blood, Carlisle pulling out the pieces of glass still sticking in her arm. She looked at me and smiled. And therein lays the problem. She was completely unaware of the danger she was in mere minutes ago. Although I could not read her mind, I knew she was thinking that what happened was a tiny bump in the road. She would forgive Jasper and forget it ever happened. I never could get across to her the seriousness of a human being in the midst of vampires. And even this wouldn’t sway her. This would be harder than I thought.

My father told me to go speak with Jasper, saying that I would be the only one able to calm him. Why would I want to calm the person that just destroyed my life? As I walked through the living room, I cast another glance at the shards of glass lying on the floor. I cursed Esme, I cursed the table, and I cursed Jasper. But most of all, I cursed myself. Bringing Bella into this environment was wrong and totally selfish of me. I let her get through my defenses because I wanted her to. I could have walked away. Eventually. At the very least when her human form no longer served her. I didn’t believe any of the bullshit I was thinking, it just helped me to think that I could be that man. But I wasn’t a man, was I? I was a vampire, a monster. And my being here, the unnaturalness of me “living” caused the one person I loved most in the world to be in harm’s way.

It was then that I decided the only way to make sure that nothing happened to Bella that could be because of me was to leave. Not just me, but the whole family. I could talk Carlisle into it which would automatically mean that Esme would agree. I would use Jasper’s guilt, as much as that might pain me, to get him to agree. Rosalie would not be a problem. No, the only problem would be Alice and Emmett, they loved Bella as their own sister. Of course Alice could never be away from Jasper and I would have to use that to my advantage. Emmett wouldn’t stay here by himself. At least that should be the easy part. It would probably take me days to convince Bella though.

A plan started to form in my head as I finally reached the place in the forest where my brother and sisters were helping calm Jasper down. He looked at me with such sadness and remorse. I looked away from him, not wanting him to see the accusation in my eyes even though he could probably feel it. I had wished at that moment that I had pushed him into that wretched table.

Prompt: Vanity
Rating/Notes: M, Rosalie Hale, not my best work



Rosalie Hale loved life. Well, she loved her life. Why shouldn’t she? She came from one of the wealthiest families in town, had her own car, her own room with a walk-in closet and master bath, all the designer clothes she wanted, and best of all she was Queen of Forks High. All of this would’ve been enough to make anyone popular but on top of that she was beautiful. Some said the most stunning beauty in the county. And she believed them. Why wouldn’t she? She had long golden hair (natural- of course) that only professional grade products were allowed to touch, sky blue eyes (no colored contacts for her) fringed in the longest lashes, high cheekbones that never needed blush, and curves and muscle in all the right places(thank you Günter the personal trainer). She was the envy of all the girls at school and the fantasy of all the boys. She only ran with the popular kids and would never even dream of being seen speaking to anyone not in her precious circle.

Unfortunately Rosalie was not as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. If her outside was the exquisite garden always blooming with color and life, her inside was the untended garden, over run by weeds that took hold of the beautiful flowers and strangled them. In a nutshell, she was not nice. But that didn’t really matter to anyone. At least to anyone by the name of Rosalie Hale. She was beloved by her parents, revered by teachers and feared by her fellow students.

She had a standing appointment every Monday after school at Essence, an exclusive spa in Port Angeles, where she had facials, hot stone massages and was waxed so thoroughly that babies were jealous of her smooth skin. She had her own M.A.C. specialist whom she often would call at all hours for the latest eye shadows, lip glasses, and (gasp!) concealer just in case an unsightly zit would dare to show itself on her normally blemish free face.

She was young, gorgeous and smart. Much to the dismay of her more plain classmates, she had a 4.0 GPA, captain of the cheerleading team and was always announced as the Queen or Princess for every school dance, semi-formal, formal and prom. And she never let those classmates forget that she had everything and could get anything she wanted. She had yet to understand that her pride and vanity were not traits most would consider admirable.

One day though, she would realize it. She would learn what it would feel like to not be the prettiest girl, or the smartest. One day she would know what it was like to be without. One day she would know the pain of being mocked. She would know heartbreak. She would know loneliness. She would know what it was like to be looked down on or to be judged on your bank account.

Rosalie Hale was moving to California. Beverly Hills to be exact. But until then she was still ruling in her tiny little kingdom in Forks. She was on top, where she firmly believed she belonged. Besides wasn’t Beverly Hills the plastic surgery capitol of the world? She could always buy better looks.

WitFit: Imagined Image: Write about a character who’s just had the worst night’s sleep ever. What happened to cause it? What are the results?

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s: T, I have a very heavy heart tonight so this was a bit cathartic for me. I have lost a grandma and aunt to cancer. I refuse to lose anyone else.


I had tossed and turned all night. Whenever I looked at my clock angry red numbers glared back at me telling me it was only 30 minutes since I had last looked. I haven’t had this bad of a nights sleep since college. I could blame it on the late day coffee. Anything after 3pm was sure to keep me up. But I had had my last cup at 1:30pm. I could blame it on work and the stress of the promotion. But I had basically been doing the job I was promoted to for 5 months, I was only getting the official title and pay raise now. No, I couldn’t blame it on anything but me. This was all my fault, I had done this to myself.

When the doctor had given me my diagnosis this afternoon I thought I was prepared. I wasn’t. I always knew this was a possibility. I had just hoped it would skip me. It didn’t. I inherited my father’s dark hair and chin, his stubbornness and his loyalty. I inherited my mother’s eyes, her ears, her loving nature and the two words I never had wanted to hear again. Breast cancer. My great-grandmother, grandmother, great-aunt and mother had all been diagnosed. My great-aunt and mother were the only ones to beat it. I would have to tell my family soon. I tried to remember how mom had told us but couldn’t remember.

Finally at 5am I couldn’t take anymore so I got out of bed and started the coffee. I booted my computer, ready to start my research. I already knew a lot about it from my mom but I wanted, no needed, to learn more. At 6, I called my boss to let him know that I needed to take a personal day. I showered and made myself up as if I was going to work. I didn’t want to look like I was wallowing. Even if I had every right to. But I had seen my mother’s fight, her determination, and I couldn’t let her down.

I arrived at my mom and dad’s at 8am. My father was surprised to see me and I saw a flash of concern in his eyes before he engulfed me in a hug. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. Some people may think it was a little Donna Reed but this was normal to me. She turned around as I entered the room, poised with a spatula in her hand to scramble the eggs and looked right into my eyes. I tried not to give anything away, but this was my mother I never could hide anything from her. The spatula dropped to floor, little bits of egg flying and she started to tear up. She came forward and immediately wrapped me in her embrace. There was nothing in the world that had ever soothed me than being held by my mother. Yes, I was an adult, but sometimes I needed my mommy. She rocked me and held me tight for a few minutes before my father pulled her gently away from me. Just as I was always comforted in my mother’s arms, my father always knew when I needed to just be. I looked at them, tried to smile and told them to sit down.

At 12pm, we had a plan. We had appointments set up, we had family dinners planned, and we had Googled like it was going out of style. But most of all we had hope, we had faith and we had love. My mom was a powerhouse, it was exactly what I needed, she gave me information on doctors, hospitals, special bras, support groups, everything I could ask for and more. My parents said they wanted to go to all my appointments and I had to beg my mom not to move in with me. By 1pm, I was in my old room, on my bed. It was easier now to fall asleep. All the doubts I had throughout the night were gone. Even thought it was not the most peaceful sleep, it was what I needed.

I woke up refreshed, and went down stairs to see what my parents were up to. What I saw didn’t really surprise me. The sounds of chatter hit me first, then the delicious smell. In my parents kitchen was most of my family, trays of food lining the counters. The talking stopped the minute I entered the room. They all stared at me with varying emotions- love, sadness, respect, hope. This is when I knew what the outcome would be. I would beat this, it wouldn’t beat me. I would own this, it wouldn’t own me. I would make it my bitch, I wouldn’t be its. Breast cancer was not going to be the defining factor in my life. That choice was still mine.

Idea Completion: What would be going on in the mind of a young office assistant biting her nails?


He had always known her to be calm, cool, and collected. Today was different though. When ever he walked into the office she would look up at him with a smile and a happy greeting. They would flirt a little as women often did with him. It must be the uniform, he often thought. Now she sat at her desk practically gnawing on her fingers, her eyes shifted back and forth between her boss’s door and her computer.

He found this extremely odd. First off, her nails were meticulous. He knew from past conversations she got a manicure at least once a week. She was very proud of that. She told him that she felt “put together” when her nails were done. Secondly, the way her eyes darted about was just off. She never seemed to be anything less than confident. Sometimes exceedingly so for the position she held. He knew she felt being an assistant was a stepping stone to further her career. He was a little worried about her at this point, she hadn’t noticed his arrival. What is she thinking?

Oh shit, she thought pulling her hand away from her mouth, what am I going to do? She had been up worrying all weekend about what would happen today at the office. Maybe he didn’t see me, she prayed. She tried to will her eyes away from his office door but just couldn’t stop herself. She thought she heard someone come in the door but she was too preoccupied thinking about the shit storm that was going to drop down.

She noticed belatedly that she had chewed off most of her nails. On Saturday morning she had began with just a finger, by midafternoon it was three. By Sunday morning she had chipped all the nail polish off and she was pissed. It was her favorite color- O.P.I.’s I’m Not Really A Waitress, and now that’s what she may end up as.

I can’t believe this is happening, she thought lifting her pointer finger to her mouth. I am never going to that club again. No, in fact I’m never going to any club again. Or bar. Anywhere that serves alcohol. What a fool I must have made of myself, standing on the bar with Gigi and dancing like it was my last night on earth. Damn Def Leppard. Who would actually want someone to pour sugar on them. Friggin’ hair bands! I’m also boycotting Brit hair bands, she decided.

While she was up there gyrating she thought she had seen her boss in one of the booths. At first she didn’t think anything of it, it was a Friday after 5pm, and the night was hers. But then she realized she only got in here because of who she worked for. She also knew many of his clients came here. She was so screwed, and not in the good way. She climbed down from the bar, stumbled into a few guys and made it to the bathroom before she could confirm if it was him. That’s what she spent the whole weekend thinking about- what if it was him? What would he do to her? What could he do? Legally, could he fire her? That would just be the icing on the cake.
If it wasn’t bad enough that her boss may have caught her show on Friday night but before that she came home to her roommate telling her she was moving out the following week. There was no way she could find a suitable roommate by then and there was definitely no way she could afford the place by herself. That’s why she went out, to drink and dance her worries away for a little while.

Maybe if I just go in there and head him off he’ll think I’m brave or owning my actions and let it go. If not I can always cry and tell him why I was there doing what I was doing. Ugh, I have no nails left. And I’m going to be homeless and unemployed. I’m just going to walk in there and lay it all on the line. I’ll apologize for my behavior and for making the company look bad in front of clients. He’ll hear me out, he may even sympathize, and maybe I can at least keep my job. At least if I keep my job I can get my nails done.

Prompt: Word Prompt: Jealous with Dialogue Flex: “I could have sworn I saw…”
Rated:M, Alice and Jasper, a bit of angst




“You are insane,” he said.

“Am I? Am I really?”

“Yes. You are. I’d even go as far as to say you are bat shit crazy!”

“Bat shit crazy? You son of a bitch! How dare you stand there and say things like that to me!”

“Well what else do you want me to say Alice? You’re acting so out of character I don’t know what to think! You’re standing here accusing me of…”

“All I said was that I could have sworn I saw you leaving the Forks Hotel with Bella. I didn’t accuse you of anything Jasper. But now that you mention it maybe I should be accusing you.”

“Why would I be at a hotel with your best friend and my best friend’s girlfriend?”

“At first I would have said that maybe you met for lunch, but me thinks the man doth protest too much!”

“Oh great, quoting Shakespeare. Lovely. For the last time, you did not see me leave the hotel with Bella. Can we go eat now?”

“Well I saw someone who looked a whole hell of a lot like you with Bella. And I know it was her.”

“Alice, I’m not sure what you want me to say. I don’t particularly like where this conversation is going to go. If you can’t believe me, there’s nothing more for me to say.”

“All I want is the truth Jasper. I’ve noticed lately how the two of you sometimes get lost in your own conversation. The little glances you pass one another. I know she texts you. I think I deserve an explanation.”

“Since when is it a crime to talk to my friend? For the record, she is one of my best friends too. I wasn’t aware you needed to know everything we talked about.”

“You just keep dodging my questions! And so you know, I asked Bella and she is giving me the same story. It wasn’t her, she was at work all day. Have you thought what this would do to me? To Edward? The four of us have been friends since high school. We have been dating since 10th grade. I gave you all of me! How could you do this to us?”

“For the last time. I. Didn’t. Do. Anything. With. Bella. And what about what you’re doing? You have so little faith in me? In us that you would think I would do anything that would hurt you? Especially something that would hurt all of us? You think your best friend would do that to you? She loves you. I love you. Neither of us would hurt you like that.”

“You certainly are defending her.”

“That’s it Alice. I can’t do this anymore tonight. Maybe tomorrow when you’ve calmed down we can talk about this.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Well I am not going to stay here and listen to this.”

“Oh, so I guess you’ll go stay with Edward and Bella? That would be convenient.”

“Damn you woman! Listen to yourself! You are single handedly driving me away. I am not going to Edward’s. I’ll stay at the hotel.”

“Of course you will! Don’t you get frequent flier points?”

“I’ll call you in the morning.”

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“Edward, I am telling you there is something going on with them!”

“Alice please, I would know if there was something shady going on between them, Besides I asked both of them, and I believe them.”

“He left Edward. An innocent man does not leave.”

“He does if there’s no getting through to you.”

“Funny Edward. This is your marriage we’re talking about.”

“No Alice, this is your relationship we’re talking about. Mine is just fine.”

“Whatever Edward. I know what I saw, and I’m not letting up until I know the truth.”

“Then be prepared to be disappointed because I know nothing is going on between them. Whatever your issues are with Jasper don’t bring my wife into them.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“That you have been itching to get married, That you’re disappointed you’re not even engaged yet and more so are afraid you never will.”

“Wow, those psych classes you took in college really paid off Dr. Phil.”

“Ok then Alice, I’m ready to get off the phone. You’re the one making waves here. We have all tried to tell you that there is nothing going on, but you keep pushing it. If you continue to do so you’ll not only lose Jasper and Bella, but you’ll lose me too. And one day you will regret it. So I’m gonna ask you to please take what Jasper and Bella are telling you and believe it.”

“I’m sorry Edward I just can’t. I will not put up with someone who cheats on me.”

“Well then there’s nothing else for me to say Alice. Just consider it.”

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“Good evening, Forks Hotel. This is Lauren how may I help you?”

“Hello, my name is Bella Cullen…”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Cullen. How was your meeting with Mr. Whitlock today?”

I knew it! “Meeting” my ass. “It went well Lauren.”

“Oh good. So all the details are worked out then? And the soon-to-be-bride is clueless?”

“Oh defini…” wait, what? Soon-to-be-bride? Who was… Oh shit.

“Um Lauren. Mr. Whitlock and I have changed our minds so often today I wasn’t sure what we ended up with could you tell me.”

“Sure Mrs. Cullen. Well, he booked the honeymoon suite for next week. I believe it’s the anniversary of when they first met right?”

“Yes.” I am a fool.

“And the florist will be here that day setting up the arrangements in the room. He decided on orchids and tulips.”

Of course he did. Those were my favorites. “He gave those to me, um to her, for prom.”

“He is such a sweet man. She is so lucky. Especially to have a best friend that would help him plan the proposal. He was so lost the first time he came in here! You’ve really helped him out.”

I am a horrible person. “Yeah. She’s the best.”

“Ok, then there is the bottle of Cristal from you and Mr. Cullen. The ring will be dropped off in the morning and stored in our safe.”

“You know what Lauren? Its ok, I found the information. Thank you for helping me out. I do have one more question though.” Before I rot in hell.

“What would that be Mrs. Cullen?”

“Is Mr. Whitlock there now?” Since I basically threw him out of our home.

“Let me look it up. Yes he checked in a few hours ago. Room 336. Would you like me to transfer you?”

“No thank you Lauren. You have helped me enough for the night.” And I am going down the shame spiral.

“Alright then Mrs. Cullen. I look forward to seeing you next week for the final preparations.”

“Goodnight Lauren.”

What the hell have I done?

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M, Gymward, some goofy, sweaty fun

Prompt: Glisten

As most women are known to do my New Year’s resolution was to lose weight. Well actually, I didn’t want to lose the weight as much as tone up what I had. So I joined my neighborhood gym, Eclipse Fitness, and have made it there everyday so far. I was quite proud of myself. I went every night after work, it was a great way to relieve the stress of my day and get any aggression that had built up out.

I was by no means a gym bunny, I didn’t walk around in spandex shorts and a sports bra. Instead I opted for the comfort of my yoga pants and whatever t-shirt I had lying around. My brown hair was always pulled back in a ponytail which by the end of my workout looked like I had never used a brush. I wasn’t there to score to hook-up or whatever the term is these days. I was there to help myself. To treat my body like the temple it was. To get more energy, and be more productive at work. To…oh my gym god he has an amazing ass.

Ok, so maybe I’m a bit of a fake. I can admit. I just did in fact. But if you could see what I’m seeing, you’d understand. I began my resolution heartily on the first. The first week was exhausting and painful but I stuck to it. Then I saw him. I was just starting the treadmill had my workout play list blasting on my iPod and I glanced up. At first I thought I was hallucinating. Surely there couldn’t be a more beautiful specimen of a man? He was sitting on a bench, working with the free weights. Magnificent was the only word I could use to describe the picture that was before me. I couldn’t tell his height from the position he was in, but his body looked long and lean with muscles in all the right places. He had reddish-brown hair that was all over the place. Covering his muscular legs was a pair of black basketball shorts. And on top he wore nothing. Nada. Zilch. Bare. From where I stood he had a six-pack. The sexiest fucking six pack I had ever had the pleasure of drooling over. This man was in top physical form. The muscles in his arms flexed with every rep he did and his brow furrowed with every pull up. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

I watched as a single sweat drop traveled from his forehead, to his cheekbone, down his long neck, past his collarbone, then in the center of his chest before I lost view. I was dumbfounded. He laughed at something the guy next to him had said and his smile lit up the room. You know in the movies when the good guy smile and one of his teeth sparkle? That’s what it was like. I faintly heard the laugh but it set something off in me. That’s when my obsession began.

I couldn’t get the image of his half-naked body practically sparkling in sweat out of my head. Now when I went to the gym, I looked for him. Thankfully he was usually there the same time I was. I continued my stalking for weeks, getting to see him in different settings. Sometimes he would use the machines, sometimes he would be spotting someone. But nothing beat the free weights. He caught me once. I was just about to finish on the elliptical and I was gawking at him like the teenaged girl I was ten years ago when he looked up and caught my eye. He gave me a smile, one I had yet to see from him, it was a little cocky and self-indulgent and it was all hot. Embarrassed, I hurriedly looked away and made to get off the machine but of course got my foot caught in the pedal. After I managed to disentangle myself I fled to the shower room.

After that episode, I willed myself to not look at him. I even tried to change the times I went but it was no use. I was addicted. And there was only one place I could get my fix. So I did what any self-respecting would do. I enlisted the help of my best friend Alice. I got her to join with me and since she was much more out-going than I was, I was counting on her to at least get me an introduction. I was desperate at this point.

So here we are, at the gym, working out. I point him out to her and she gives me a big smile and nods her head. I take this as acceptance. She deems him worthy of the crazy that has infested me these last few weeks.

“Hey Bell, remember when I wanted to set you up with my cousin?”

Honestly? This is what she wanted to talk about? Where was her patented Alice strategy?

“Uh yeah, I guess.”

“You guess? You told me no, absolutely, positively, unequivocally no.”

“I don’t think I said that. But this is what you want to talk about? Don’t you have any plans? Big ideas? Maybe I walk past him and pretend to sprain my ankle? Come on, there has to be something.”

She just looked at me and shook her head.

“You know Bella, I always thought you two would make a great couple.”

I was only half listening. I was too busy watching his glistening body flex and relax, flex and relax. He looked up and caught me looking. Again. Ugh! Why couldn’t I be smoother? Smile at him and flip my hair? Bat my lashes and giggle? Damn my feminist mother! Then the weirdest thing happened. I looked back at him and he was smiling at me! What are the chances? I tried to get my breathing under control and even tried to tune back into Alice going on and on about her cousin.

Now I love Alice, she’s like a sister to me. She has impeccable taste. I just wasn’t comfortable with her trying to set me up with someone in her family. Especially her cousin whom she obviously loves and adores. It would be horrible to go out with this gut, have a horrible time and then have to give her details. Because she would want details. All of them and some even in pictures.

“Bella re you even listening to me?”

No Alice, I’m not. “Of course I am Alice.”

“Just checking. You seemed kind of spacey.”

“He caught me looking again.”

“Oh well, I hate to break this to you but he’s walking this way.”

“What?! I have to get out of here!”

Before I had a chance to actually leave, I saw him coming towards us with a huge smile. That was directed at Alice. Not at me. What. The. Fuck?

“Sorry Bella,” she said as she got off the machine and ran into his arms.

No seriously, what the fuck? Was I having a stroke? If she had something going on with this guy why didn’t she tell me when I pointed him out? I felt so lost, she was my best friend, and she would never do this to me. She disentangled her skanky self (I know, but I was upset!) and pulled him towards me.

“Bella, I’d like you to meet my cousin…”

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s) M, Dark themes, violence, attempted rape, vengeance, the Cullen boys are vamps

Prompt: Evil

This is the first time I have ever written anything dark. It was hard, not gonna lie but I hope I did it justice.

I’ve never feared walking through the woods at night. It was like second nature to me after all I practically grew up in them. In the summers we would play hide and go seek, camp out, and walk down to the river to cool off. In the fall we would pick acorns, leaves and pinecones. The winter was for gathering wood. Spring, the best season in my opinion, was when the earth bloomed again and the forest floor was covered in moss and flowers that only thrived in shaded damp areas.

We knew those woods like the backs of our hands. As I grew older it became the place to escape to when my parents fighting got to be too much, where I cried my heart out and screamed at the injustice of my grand-mothers death, where I swore off boys after I found out that Tyler Crowley liked that hag Jessica Stanley more than me. I found comfort amongst the trees, I knew the songs the birds would sing, I saw life begin and end for years here.

The forest began at my backyard and if I walked the well worn path it led to my best friends, Alice and Rosalie’s house. It was a mile and a half in between and as I’ve said, t was second nature to walk home from their house at night with no thoughts to safety. There was more of a chance of me getting hit by a car on the roads than anything happening to me here in my safe haven.

That brings me to tonight, walking home after hanging out with my girls for the night. We didn’t do anything special, this was Forks after all, so after some chick flicks and junk food, I began my trek home. I usually used this time to go over my day or decompress from any drama that may be in my life. Tonight’s time was going to be used to think about the birthday party that Alice and Rosalie were planning on throwing me next week. I was the last of us to turn 18 and made them promise not to through me a surprise party, if it was going to happen (and believe me it was), I wanted a say in it. Especially the guest list. It was easy to decide on most of it and we each got three vetoes. Our usual crew was obviously invited- Angela, Ben, Jacob, Leah, Mike, Sam, Emily, and Seth. Then there were the people that the three of us didn’t necessarily hang out with all the time but considered friends. I vetoed the hell out of Jessica, Lauren, and Tanya. I’d be damned if I let those skanks ruin my birthday. The only “outside” people we absolutely agreed on were the new boys. The Cullen brothers.

Last week was the beginning of the school year and everyone (ok, the girls of Forks) were delightfully surprised to find fresh blood, as Rose liked to say. I say surprised because usually nothing new happens here without every one knowing within 12 hours. Alice saw them first at the office. She was the unofficial welcoming wagon for the school. Rose and I were the second people to find out. Alice texted us as soon as they walked in.

Holy hotties ladies! Three yummy brothers!- xo Alice

“Ooooh, Fresh blood,” Rose said.

I laughed at her and sent Alice a text to get more info and maybe a pic. As I pressed send, Rose grabbed my arm and began to haul me in the direction of the office but by the time we made it there they were already gone. By lunch we still had not seen them and although Alice described them in detail we wanted visual confirmation. And then it happened, a hush came over the cafeteria and everyone was looking towards the doors. I’m pretty sure my heart stopped, or increased in speed. Three of the most beautiful boys stood there surveying the room. The biggest one had brown hair that was cut short but had a slight curl to it, was built like a wrestler and had the brightest smile and biggest dimples. I trusted him immediately. I heard Rose gasp and looked over at her noticing she was eyeing him up. The one next to him was his polar opposite, his hair was blond and shaggy and he was slim, he looked like a surfer. I notice his gaze went right to Alice. The last and certainly most delicious had copper hair that looked like he needed to run a comb through it and was long and lean. I’d peg him as a swimmer. His brow was furrowed and he had a look of disgust on his face. I knew from Alice that they all had the same golden colored eyes. She told us that the big one was Emmett (Rose licked her lips at that), the blonde was Jasper and lastly was Edward. He said something to his brothers and they both just shook their head at him and walked toward the lunch line.

All eyes were on them as they began to search for a table. There was more than one girl that tried to grab their attention but they ended up at a table in the back. I was surprised Alice didn’t try to get them to sit with us and said as much to her. She said she didn’t want us to be lumped in the same category as the other girls and that by giving them space we were being respectful. Rose laughed and said she was just scared. After lunch we went to our classes and as the day progressed I found I had some classes with the brothers. I even got to sit next to Edward in biology. I learned quickly that this boy had no manners. Not only did he not introduce himself but he outright ignored me when I attempted to introduce myself! I decided then and there I would put no more effort or thought into Edward Cullen. And I didn’t. Until bed that night when I couldn’t stop thinking about how he had treated me and the superior attitude he seemed to have. For the rest of the week we ignore each other but I could feel him staring at times and he was beginning to creep me out. He had to come to my party. Alice said she would take care of it since her and Rose were also planning their attack on the Cullen boys. And no one has ever said no to them.

As I’m walking in the woods I start to get the feeling like I’m not alone. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle and my skin breaks out in goose bumps. The temperature feels like it dropped but that can’t be possible, can it? And even odder, I don’t hear the familiar sounds. There were no squirrels scampering up trees, no birds singing their last songs of the night, not even the sound of the wind through the trees. For the first time in my life I’m uncomfortable in my forest. And that just pisses me off. But I pick up the pace anyway, I’m not stupid. Forks may have an unusually low crime rate but that didn’t mean that bad things didn’t still happen.

That’s when it happened; all of a sudden I was on the floor of the forest gasping for air. Someone, something had hit me from behind and I ended up on my stomach, I got to my hands and knees trying to clear my head. As I got my bearings the forest seemed to come alive. And it wasn’t the comforting sounds I was used to. The wind that used to whistle through the trees now seemed to howl, the fear set in, and I heard something coming towards me.

I couldn’t get up so I tried to crawl as fast as I could. My knees and hands felt every twig, and rock that I crawled over and I knew I would be bloodied and bruised if I stopped to look. I began to pray to a god I didn’t believe in to just let me make it back to my house. I heard a branch snap and stopped for a moment trying to listen to see how close it was to me. The tears had started streaming down my face the minute I hit the ground and hadn’t let up. I wiped my cheeks and finally was able to stand. Like the dumb sorority sister in the horror movie I looked back and my breath hitched. Standing a few feet from me was the scariest thing I had ever seen. An unkempt man with long stringy hair and dark menacing eyes was staring at me. I couldn’t find my voice, I began to shake and suddenly I could feel warmth spread down my legs.

He took a few steps towards me and I’m ashamed to say that my traitorous legs did not budge. I could smell him now. He smelled musty, like moth balls and I caught the faintest trace of urine. But that could have been me. His face and hands were filthy he started to speak to me but I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. Its like I had left my body and I could no longer control it. However, I did understand the gun he had in his right hand. The one that was slowly being lifted to point at me. I noticed his long fingernails were encrusted with dirt and I finally came back in to my body. I know I pleaded, I know I begged. I promised to give him my wallet, my jewelry, anything as long as he let me go. He began to mock me then and any hope I had of getting out of this alive died.

I may live in a small town but I’ve watched the news and the crime dramas. I knew what was going to happen and I started to think that that may have been worse than what he was going to do to me. Now I was begging and pleading for him to just end it, end me. I am not a strong person and knew that even if by some miracle I came out of this alive, I would prefer to be dead.
He knocked me to the ground again, this time following me. He straddled my hips and began to try and rip my shirt from me. I fought every step of the way. Scratched, punched, spit, I even tried to bite anything that came near my mouth. I lost that first battle, he shredded my shirt and I was left in my bra and pants. He was pawing at my chest and I was trying to keep the bile from rising from my throat. I was beginning to hyperventilate which meant if I didn’t get it under control, I’d pass out. I was debating whether or not that was a good thing. He put his fingers on the button of my jeans and the panic fully registered. I thrashed about and that just upset him more. He backhanded me and I was disoriented for a moment. When I came to the button was undone and he was at the zipper. That’s when he noticed that my pants were wet. He started yelling at me, asking if I did that on purpose to try and turn him off. He paused for a moment and I took the opportunity and began screaming as loud as I could. He put his filthy hand over my mouth and I bite his hand as hard as I could. There was enough room between us now that I brought up my knee and aimed for his crotch. I hit it dead on and he fell to the side but still tangled in my leg. I looked to see of he had put the gun down but I noticed he still had it firmly in his grip.

He hit me across the face again, but this time with the gun. My head got heavy and my eyes rolled back into my head. He went to work on my zipper and had managed to get my jeans down to my knees. I was groggy and trying to talk but it was all gibberish. I felt a strong breeze come through and a growl. He was no longer on top of me, he was flying into a tree. He hit the ground with a loud crunch. I laid perfectly still catching my breath. I remember thinking to myself that I should still be afraid. I mean, anything that could do that to someone couldn’t be good. But I felt too grateful at that moment.

I heard voices near where he had fallen, arguing. My mind must have been playing tricks on me because I could’ve sworn two of those voices was Emmett and Japer Cullen. This would have meant that the third voice belonged to Edward. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. When I opened them Emmett was kneeling beside me covering me in a warm coat.

“Bella honey? Can you hear me?”

I nodded. “Can you talk?”

I managed to say, “Yes”.

“Ok, can you move? Does it feel like anything may be broken?”

I managed to get up on my elbows and took silent stock of my body. Nothing felt out of order except for the massive headache. I knew my face had to be swelling since my left eye was becoming blurry. I said as much to Emmett and he confirmed my suspicions.

“Do you think you’d be ok if I carried you home or do you need and ambulance?” he said as he went to put his hands on my. I flinched and scurried backwards. His face fell a little when he realized I was scared.

“Its ok honey. I won’t hurt you.” He called his brothers over. “Jasper maybe you can help her?” Jasper looked over at me with concern in his eyes. He was staring at me and seemed to be concentrating very hard. He shook his head at Emmett. I noticed Edward was not looking at me at all but I felt peaceful when he got a little nearer. Emmett noticed this and told him to kneel down next to me.

When he did I felt safe. I felt secure. I looked up at him and he finally met my eyes. The disgust that I was so used to seeing was replaced with anger. His jaw was trembling and his hands were clenched into fists at his side. I implored him with my eyes to get closer, I was trying to tell him I trusted him. His eyes softened and he swore softly under his breath. They began speaking again but were doing so so rapidly I couldn’t keep up.

“Bella, I’m going to carry you back to your house. Is that ok?”, he had the smoothest voice I had ever heard. It was the first time I ever heard him say my name.

I nodded. “Is your father home?” I nodded again.

“Ok, this is what is going to happen. Em and Jazz will stay here and I’ll bring you to your father and tell him what happened. Jazz will call Alice and Rose and have them drive to your house to keep you company. Are you ok with that?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to lift you up now. Please tell me if I hurt you or if you feel uncomfortable.” I gave him a small smile. I couldn’t fathom that I would feel uncomfortable with him.
He lifted me easily and it felt so good to be in arms although he was a bit cold. I wasn’t even embarrassed that I was practically naked. I knew they had saved me but I don’t know how. There is no way three boys could send a man flying into a tree. It just wasn’t possible. I was about to ask him and he must have known.

“Sweetheart, I will tell you what you want to know just not right now.”

Sweetheart? I guess he thought I needed to be coddled. “Ok. But you’ll tell me everything?”

“Yes Bella. I have to now. I’m just glad we got there before that bastard was able to do anything else. I would have gladly killed him if Em and Jazz weren’t there. I still may arrange an accident.”

This confused me even more but I said nothing. He would tell me what was going on and I would believe him.

“Sometimes Bella, we are not the only monsters lurking about.”

Prompt: Cake
Rated:T, Some family fun


My three daughters are the light of my life. But right now they are the bane of my existence. Who thought it was a good idea for them to bake a cake for their Daddy on his birthday? Oh right, me. What the hell was I thinking? Oh right, that it’d be sweet. What I didn’t take into consideration was that an 8 year old, 6 year old and 4 year old had no concept of order. And what’s worse was that I trying to explain it. Elizabeth, my oldest, was the “top chef” and put herself in charge of telling her younger sisters what to do. She was made for that role. Gracie, my middle, got the ingredients together while Amelia, my baby putting said ingredients together. There was more cake mix on her than in the bowl.

Anytime I’d try to intervene I was told that this was their present for Daddy Apparently they had it all under control and my role was more of a silent partner. It was adorable. My daughters were true Daddy’s Girls. The sun rose and set on him so I was more than happy to sit back and let them make their cake. Especially since they would be helping me clean it up.

As Amelia handed the bowl of ingredients to Elizabeth to began mixing I decided to step in. It’s one thing for them to put the ingredients together and another thing for them to use electric appliances. I stood behind Elizabeth as she held the beaters in her hand and told her to put the beaters into the bowl and I turned them on. Of course she jumped from the vibrations which sent cake batter flying. On her sisters, the counter and the ceiling. After hearing their laughs from that I couldn’t be mad. They were having too much fun.

Once we got that under control and everything was mixed, Gracie poured the batter into the pan and I put it into the oven. Now was the important task of choosing the icing and decorations. They all wanted it to be a different color. Elizabeth chose blue because Daddy was a boy, Amelia wanted pink because they are girls, and Gracie wanted green because it was the color of his eyes. During the 40 minutes that it took for the cake to bake there was a debate about the icing. We finally came to a compromise and once it was out of the oven and finished cooling we got to work.
Four hours later, after my husband had come home and we had had dinner it was time for the cake. The girls were so excited I can’t believe they made it through dinner. He just smiled at his babies and laughed when they fought over who would bring it out. I took them into the kitchen and let them put in some candles then I lit them and carried the cake out. We sang “Happy Birthday” to him and his eyes popped out at the sight before him. I had assured him I watched over the whole process and that no ingredient was left out or put in that shouldn’t be there.

This is why he is the best husband and father, he beamed at us while we sang, made a wish and blew out the candles and proceeded to eat three slices of cake. One with blue frosting, one with pink, and one with green. He said it was the best cake he had ever tasted.

Prompt: Pajamas

I truly love my jammies. If I'm home all day, they stay on. As soon as I get home from anywhere, they go on. They're comfort. So this is my ode to my pajamas.





I had the most horrible day at work today. I know, I know I said the same thing last Friday. Today though I really mean it. Everything that could go wrong did. Example, I lost power during the night and woke up 20 minutes before I had to be to work. It takes at least 35 to get there. I threw off my favorite flannel pajamas and raced into the bathroom. As I was getting ready, I dropped anything I had in my hand. That alone should have sent me back into bed but I soldiered on. My car needed gas, I had no money for coffee and when I arrived at work my manager gave me the stink eye. Do you need more proof? My phone rang incessantly and at least 75% of the phone calls were to bitch me, my employer or the world in general out. I forgot my lunch at home. The loser copy guy hit on me again. I lost an important report. And oh yeah, it was only Monday.

I took a minute to decompress and tried to do some relaxing breathing techniques. I thought of something that made me happy. Being at home in my comfy pj’s with a cup of coffee and either a Law & Order SUV or Criminal Minds marathon. I know, pathetic. But it was therapeutic to me and the jimmies were the most important part. They have gotten me through a lot of highs and a lot of lows. I was wearing them the morning I graduated college, the day my grand-mother had died, the day my best friend got married, the day I met the one. They were special to me and I went through great lengths to keep them in one piece.

Once I felt like the weight of the world wasn’t entirely on m y shoulders I got back to work. My manager kept staring at me and I got blue ink all over my new Chanel blouse but I kept my head up. Kind of. Finally 5 o’clock rolled around and as I went to punch put I got a shock from the machine. I got to my car and gave a huge sigh when it started right up. That was all I would need. Car trouble. Somehow I made it home in one piece. The minute I got inside my house I made a beeline for my bedroom, took off my suit, cried a little over my ruined blouse and put on my pajamas. Have I mentioned how much I love them? As I slid the pants on, the soft flannel felt like a second skin, I gave a sigh of relief. I put on my matching tank top and cozy socks and went to round up some dinner.

As I heard my boyfriend come in the front door, I ran to him and threw my arms around him. He took one look at my face and knew I had one of those days. One of the many reasons I loved him was his ability to read me and my moods. I sent him off to change while I set the table and he came back in wearing his pajamas. He was very supportive. After a delicious meal of my favorite comfort food, pot roast with egg noodles AND mashed potatoes we went into the living room to watch some TV. About an hour later he went into the kitchen to get some ice cream- did I mention how much I love him? He came out with a pint of Ben and Jerry’ Chubby Hubby for me and a bowl of mint chocolate chip for himself. Yet another thing he does for me. He knows I can never decide which ice cream I want and will pick the opposite of what I ask for knowing that I would ask for some. Before I had a chance though he was holding the spoon out to me. I was watching the TV screen intently because the detective was just about to crack the case so I glanced at the spoon briefly to make sure it would make it to my mouth instead of my tank top. The sparklyness of the ice cream distracted me for a minute and I returned my attention to Detective Stabler. Wait, since when is ice cream sparkly?

I looked at the spoon again and gasped. Sitting on the spoon was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. I looked up at him and barely heard a word he said because I was too busy squealing ‘Yes!”. He placed the ring on my finger and we were laughing and crying and kissing. It was perfect. It was us.

I had the most wonderful day today. And I was wearing my favorite pajamas.

This is my longest story so far. The challenge was to look at a picture and image that you found the woman's obit and diary under a floorboard. And then asked what secrets she took to the grave. Let me know how I did.



I was into my fifth hour of just staring at the wooden box in front of me. It looked like it was older than dirt but that could have been because it had been sitting in dirt for who knows how long. It was dark brown and had some sort of intricate symbol on it in gold. If I had to guess I would say it was Celtic by the looks of the knot work. I was a little apprehensive to open it for a few reasons.

The first and albeit silliest was because I had just watched What Lies Beneath. No good came out of Michelle Pfeiffer opening the box she found. Second, it wasn’t mine. I had just bought this house and my contractor told me one of the workers found it under a floorboard in the master bedroom. Third, I was just flat out scared. What would I find in it? I had also seen enough crime shows in my time to know that a hidden box is not a good box.

So there I sat on my couch staring and trying to work up the courage to open it up. Screw it, I thought and practically ripped the top off the hinges. There was a yellowed piece of a newspaper clipping and a book that looked like it could be a diary. See sissy, I chastised myself, afraid of a piece of paper and a book. I laughed a little at myself over the drama I was creating in my own mind. I took my treasures out of the box and set them down beside me. I unfolded the yellowed paper and realized it was an obituary. Although the paper was old I could tell that the woman in the picture was beautiful. She looked like one of those pin-up girls with long dark hair and short bangs. Her lips were full and pouty and I’m sure would have been drenched in red lipstick if the paper had been in color. She had the most expressive eyes I have ever seen that were lined in heavy black kohl eyeliner and a mischievous little smirk that said I have a secret and it’s up to you to figure it out.

Caroline Elizabeth Fairchild
Age: 28

Hartford, CT. Caroline Elizabeth Fairchild, 28, died suddenly at her home on June 6, 1954. The only daughter of noted philanthropist Reese Fairchild and his wife Penelope, Caroline was a graduate of Chilton Preparatory and Brown University. Caroline worked at her father’s foundation as an event coordinator. She chaired the Hartford Debutants and was herself a debutant in 1942. She was a noted equestrian and won many ribbons riding her beloved horse Sampson. Respected greatly for her humanitarian work throughout the county, Caroline spent many hours visiting the sick and indigent. She also helped with the forming of the Hearts of Love orphanage and planned many outings for the children. She was a great patron of the arts, and was responsible for getting many of the great plays, ballets and orchestras to play at the local performing arts center. Caroline was loved by all that knew her. Surviving are her parents Reese and Penelope, maternal grand-parents Noah and Hannah Bennett, paternal grand-parents Caleb and Emily Fairchild all of Hartford, Ct and many extended family members. Visitation will be held at Danvers Funeral Home from 2-4, and 7-9 on June 9 followed by a 9am funeral service at St. Leos’ Church on June 10.

Wow, I thought, this woman was a saint that looked like a sinner. That was not what I was expecting. I’m 28 and haven’t done anywhere near the things that Caroline has. Well if that thought wasn’t depressing. It didn’t say she had a husband and I couldn’t believe that. At that time a girl that age, that beautiful, and from that kind of family definitely would have been married, if at least engaged. For some reason I found that really strange. I let it go and picked up the book, it was leather and had the same symbol on the front as the box did. I dusted it off and saw that her name was also emblazoned on the cover in the same gold tones. I opened to a random page and began to read.

February 12, 1954

Mother is on my case again. She invited Henry over for dinner and insisted I not only be there but to wear my very best dress. I don’t know how many different ways I could tell her I had no interest in Henry Abbott. He was a bore and not at all interesting. But of course he came from a well respected family and it was my duty as the heir to the Bennett and Fairchild “empire” (her words) to marry if not above me then at least someone with equal wealth. She just doesn’t understand that is not what I want. She’s calling me now; have to go put on my happy face.

I flipped a few more pages.

March 2, 1954

My parents are not happy with my new hair do. They think it’s scandalous. Father actually said I looked cheap. I smiled on the inside at that thinking if he only knew what his precious daughter was up to. I met a girl while attending one of the benefits for the hospital. She was the date of one of the older doctors but she couldn’t have been much older than me. I ran into her while she was smoking a cigarette on the balcony. Her name is Vivian and after handing me a cigarette we fell into polite conversation. I knew instantly she wasn’t one of the society girls. She definitely looked and spoke the part but I could tell she didn’t have the breeding that most of us did. But I didn’t care, I felt like I could be myself around her and we talked for the rest of the night. She did admit that she wasn’t really dating the doctor. He was just using her services. I wasn’t sure what that meant.

March 6, 1954

I now know what Vivian meant. We had met for lunch and fell into a more personal conversation than we had the other night. I told her of my parent’s plans for me and how I didn’t want that type of life for myself. I didn’t want a carbon copy husband who would say yes to me all the time. I wanted passion and fire. I thought for sure she would laugh at me. Instead she told me about herself. She said she was a submissive and went into detail about this lifestyle about dominants and “subs”. I have never heard anything so shocking in my life. And yet deep down it called to me. It lit a fire in the deepest part of me and I found what she was describing erotic. She told me there was a whole group of people in the community who “role played” and if I was interested she could introduce me to some of the “doms”. Of course I declined. I’m a proper lady after all. Just because I styled my hair to look like Betty Paige did not mean I wanted to emulate her. I thought about it all day though and it felt right. I rang Vivian the next day and told her that I was interested in seeing what it was like. She told me there was a party coming up and that I could attend as a guest of hers to be a watcher. She explained that this meant I didn’t have to do anything but observe. I think I can handle that.


March 9, 1954

Vivian and I went to the party last night. I have never felt so scared in my whole life. I met her at her apartment and she had a different outfit set out for me to wear. Apparently I looked like I was going to Sunday school. I gasped at what she wanted me to wear. The black stocking and garter belt I could handle. Even the white button down shirt was nice. However, she wanted me to put on a black lacey bra and the shortest black skirt I had ever seen. It actually stopped before my knees! Vivian assured me that it was quite proper for this group and we soon left. She drove us to a huge house, almost as big as ours and I recognized the doctor from the benefit when he answered the door. I must say that even though he greeted me politely he seemed almost uneasy at my presence. Viv introduced me around and explained who was a dom and who was a sub. I was beginning to get excited meeting all these people, especially the men who all seemed so strong and in control. She told me there would be a “scene” in the main living area. What I saw was the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. The dom, a man who looked to be in his 30’s was using a riding crop on his sub. I felt my panties get a little wetter every time I heard the crop hit her flesh. It was beautiful; the look on her face was one of worship. I decided then that this was what was missing in my life. As I looked on the dom had glanced up at me and I couldn’t look away. He smiled at me and nodded his head a bit in acknowledgement. I new he was the one I would want to teach me. I asked Viv who he was and if she thought he might be interested in teaching me. His name is Adam Cooper and she wasn’t sure if he was with anyone at the moment. I decided to be bold and afterwards I went up to him and introduced myself making sure to not look him directly in his eyes. I was glad that Viv had given me that first lesson. We talked for a bit and he walked away from me before I had a chance to ask him about teaching me. I was a little upset but spent the rest of the evening speaking with other doms in hope that I may find a suitable one. I had a few offers and told them I would consider it. I wanted to talk to Viv first. Then it happened! As we were leaving he grabbed my arm and steered me towards an empty room. And then he kissed me. I have kissed men before but this was different. He took control of it from the beginning and ended it all too briefly in my opinion. He told me not to bother with the other men he was going to be my dom. I am so elated over this. He said he would be in touch and gave me a kiss on my cheek and sent me back to Viv. I am now anxiously awaiting word from him.


April 10, 1954

I know I haven’t written in awhile but I have been so busy. Who knew keeping a secret life could be so tiring? It has been the most amazing month of my life. Adam is incredible. The things he does to me and my body still makes me blush. I fear that my double life is going to catch up to me soon. Mother and father have been looking at me a bit strangely even though I have been meticulous in keeping up my appearances. I haven’t given them cause to judge anything I’ve done recently. I am the model daughter, the model heir. But at night I give up control to Adam. On the weekends I tell them I am at Vivian’s when I am really at Adam’s house being his slave. I love it. I never thought being someone’s slave could be liberating. He doesn’t treat me like a commodity or like a burden to put up with. I am not a bank account to him or an ends to a mean. I am just Caroline. And I am his.

April 20, 10954

I received the most unsettling note today. It cam in a bouquet of flowers that I thought Adam must have sent. All the note said was “I know your secrets”. I panicked and called Viv. She assured me it was probably just a prank. It didn’t satisfy but I tried my best to let it go. I didn’t tell Adam, I don’t want him worrying.

April 26, 1954

I’m convinced my mother knows. When I came home tonight she looked at me like she was disgusted with what she saw and when I went into my room I noticed my diary was out on the night table and I know I put it away before I left. I also think I’m being followed. Viv says it’s my imagination. I still haven’t mentioned anything to Adam. I only feel safe when I am with him. Not even being here in my parent’s home surrounded by gates do I feel safe. I have run into Dr. Anderson a few times, he’s the one who had the party that night. Now he leers at me like he knows what I look like when I’m chained in Adam’s playroom. It’s disconcerting.

May 2, 1954

Adam has been in a foul mood recently. Nothing I do pleases him and I can’t understand why. I try to be the best sub I can but he just gets angrier at me. I received another letter, this one threatening to tell my parent’s if I did not pay them money. There was a picture of me bound and gagged in Adam’s bedroom. It looks like it was taken from outside. I had to tell him now. If someone knew about me they knew about him. He was furious. But at me. He kept shouting about money and how my bank account wouldn’t notice a few thousand dollars missing. It was the first time he ever mentioned my money and it made me terribly sad. My mother is still being cold towards me. How did I get here?

May 15, 1954

More pictures, more letters, more yelling from Adam. I will pay this blackmailer and have spoken to Vivian about finding another dom. Dr. Anderson came to dinner tonight. He sat next to me and put his hand on my thigh during desert. I faked a coughing attack and left the room. Mother shot daggers at me.

June 2, 1954

I have not slept in days. I now fear that I am truly being followed. Adam found out that I was looking for another dom and he went crazy. My life seems to be falling apart when just a few months ago it felt like it was finally beginning. I am to meet the blackmailer on the 5th. My stomach has been in knots and I have not eaten since yesterday. I received flowers from Dr. Anderson and immediately threw them out. I sent him a note telling him I was not interested in him and to please l eave me alone. I’m not sure how much I could take.

June 5, 1954

I go tonight to pay him off.



That was the last entry. I sat there amazed. If she died suddenly that could only mean she either committed suicide or was murdered. Both seemed a very real possibility. I put the book down and got up to stretch and take a hot shower. Of course I was a little shaken up from reading Caroline’s diary. Before going upstairs to take my shower, I put some of the documents from the closing of the house into my safe. After making sure that all of the doors were locked, I went upstairs and turned on the shower. I let the hot water hit my back working out some of the knots. As I was washing my hair I realized something. The name of the homeowner before me. It was Adam Cooper.