We Three Witches (Twilight)

Chapter 20 - Mother Knows Best Part 3

Warning: contains explicit sexual content at the end

🎤 Day 8: On the Record 🎤

March 6th, 2003

Edward lifted the collar of my shirt, gently attaching a microphone to it and tucking it back down.

"You ready for this?" he murmured, his head bent towards mine.

"Ready for this to be over," I replied just as softly.

It was something I would never admit to my sisters or anyone else. To everyone else I was loving every second of this drama. And I was, to a point. I loved manipulating people and causing more drama than necessary. I loved causing a scene, and I loved getting to pretend Edward and I could be something real after this.

But I hated the hold Renee still had in me and my sisters. If it wouldn't come back on us ten times worse, I would have buried Renee the moment she stepped into Forks, but I couldn't. With all the fuss Renee had made in town over the last few days—and all the uproar the town had made over her appearance too—if she disappeared now, there would be too many hard questions pointed at me and my sisters. If it was just me to face the consequences, I could do it. Easily. But I couldn't do that to my sisters.

And I hated that. I hated that I couldn't solve this for them. That I couldn't take away the bitch who slowly destroyed them every second she was around. I hated seeing Alice with a hollow look in her eyes, knowing Renee had caught her behind my back again and treated her like shit. I hated hearing Rose cry herself to sleep, knowing if we went back, Renee would make her hate herself again.

I just wanted to be done with it all.

"It will be. Soon, love." His fingers soothed nonexistent crinkles out of my collar. "She'll be out of your life for good, I promise."

We were entirely closer than necessary, but there was something about being this close that made me feel more grounded than I had in a long time. Something about the way he gravitated towards me like he couldn't stay away. Like there was something pulling him towards me.

He moved closer, his fingers skimming my throat with featherlight touches that had my eyes fluttering shut. "She won't survive this. We will ruin her, until she's begging for the mercy of death."

"I'll hold you to that," I murmured, leaning into him. My fingers found the edge of his shirt, tugging slightly. "And when this is all over—" my other hand sliding up to rest on his chest, "—I'll keep my promise to you. Do you remember it?" I tilted my head a little to skim my nose along the length of his jaw. "The one where I swore I would fuck you within an inch of your life."

His chest hitched beneath my hand. "I thought that was just for show."

My hand at his waist dipped below his shirt, brushing lightly at the waistband of his pants. I lifted my mouth to his ear and whispered, "We're all alone, aren't we? Who's the show for?"

I pulled away slightly to see the look on his face and my heart skipped a beat. He looked thoroughly wrecked and I hadn't even touched him yet. His eyes were blown wide and his chest was heaving.

He looks like such a bottom like this. I ran my hand higher along the small of his back, watching as he shivered. Then again... He is an absolute stubborn ass when he wants to be, so maybe he's more fun than he seems.

"Unless you don't want me to?" I murmured, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Please." The tremble in his voice made my heart beat faster. "I will always want you to."