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With that said, I hope you enjoy it and thank you for helping such a worthy cause. I fidgeted anxiously in the stiff brown chair, shifting position in an attempt to get comfortable. The air in the room was thick, like a fucking fog was rolling in, and it made it hard to take a deep breath. I had this ridiculous urge to get up and run, wanting to get th e hell out of there, but. I had to stay. When I was a teenager, probably around seventeen, I had this nightmare th at I was trapped in a room.
I was backed into a corner as they descended upon me, angry at me for fucking them and never looking back. The closer th ey got, the larger th ey grew, their stomachs swelling with each step they took. I was frantic as they shouted my name, the sound of babies crying filling the air. I hunched down in the corner, squeezing my eyes shut and yelling for it to st op, but the bitches wouldn't go away. They kept multiplying and with them, so did the babies. There were fucking dozens of them, filling the room and suffocating me.
I finally woke up, screaming, sweating and in a pani c. It took awhile for me to calm down and I. I made myself three promises. One, I would never -- and I mean never -- have sex without a condom. That shit was dangerous. Two, I wouldn't have children. They were fucking scary. And three, I would stay as far away from pre gnant bitches as humanly possible.
They were fucking crazy. But as I sat there in that chair, fidgeting, I realized I'd broken them all for her. Not only had we. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? A hand grasped onto my knee tightly, stopping my le g from bouncing.
I glan ced at Isabella and saw she was eyeing me strangely, almost like I was crazy. I wasn't, though. No, I knew crazy. I lived with crazy. She was fucking crazy. I was lying. I was on the verge of hyperventilating, the blood rushing through my body so fast it felt like something was crawling on me. I wanted to rip my fucking skin off just to make it stop. We were sitting in the waiting room of the La s Vegas Women's Clinic, waiting to see the doctor for Isabella's week check-up.
It was the first one I'd gone to, but not from lack of trying. Between work bullshit and her insisting she didn't need me to hold her hand and walk her through everything, I hadn't really been there for most of the technical shit.
Technical shit. Women had been having babies since the beginning of time wi thout all the fancy shit, like. I didn't even know what the fuck that meant. Was there even technical shit? What I really wanted was some weed, but knowing my luck Alec would drug test me, like some fucking probation officer keeping tabs on the degenerate.
I regretted not moving to California at moments like this. Medical marijuana would save my ass. He wouldn't say shit about it if I ha d a prescription. I could use some goddamn drugs. Who was I kidding? Yes, he would. Too bad they didn't have a prescription for vodka. I'd kill for a shot of Grey Goose. I was so desperate that just a drop would do to soothe the ache and lessen the panic. Typical, the people at AA would say. Desperate times call for desperate measures. An alcoholic would drink a bottle of mouthwash if they had to in order to get a fix.
It was why there was none in my house. No cough syrup, either. When I got a cold, I suffered through that shit. I told Isabella that was a little fucking extreme, but she stood her ground and I learned quickly that you didn't argue with a pregnant woman. And now we were back to the fucking pregna nt women. I glanced around the room, seeing over. A few were looki ng my direction, curious expres sions on their faces. I was the only man there, a lone, poor, male soul in a sea of hormonal bitches.
Yeah, I was fucked and not in the good way. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't even answer her. I was losing my grasp on the situation. They weren't frequent, but panic attacks had always been a part of my world. It was a side effect of watching your parents get murdered in front of you, I suppose.
It left yo u a little bit fucked up inside. Isabella started rubbing my back as I put my head down and closed my eyes. I tried to take deep breaths as she quietly talked, th e sound of her voice washing through me. I felt like a pussy for it, but she never failed to soothe me. She was the remedy for whatever ailed me, the cure for my fucked-up-itis. I wasn't even sure what she wa s talking about, but it didn't really matter. She could tell me what a fucking wimp I was and I'd still feel better, hear ing it come from her.
The feeling subsided eventually, my urge to flee diminishing. I opened my eyes to look at Isabella and she smiled softly -- always so fucking understanding, even if she had gone crazy. Okay, crazy was a little harsh. I knew she couldn't help it. She was a roller coaster of emotions, going from screaming to laughing to crying within a matter of seconds.
Pregnancy hormones, I guessed. I could barely keep up with her half of the time. Our appointment had. I should've known better. I should've kept my mout h shut, but as usual. Isabel la shook her head, sighing exaspe ratedly, while the dozen or so.
The hostility in their expressions made my heart rate skyrocket again. I was. I would hit a man in a heartbeat, but not a woman Especially not a preg nant woman, at that. I didn't. The moment I. Did I mention they were all crazy? I sat back in my chair and folded my ha nds in my lap, staring down at the floor.
Shut up, Cullen,. I thought. Just shut the fuck up. After what felt like another damn hour, the door to the back opened a nd a woman in hot pink scrubs stepped out. We stood up and I followed Isabella through the waiting room. I could feel the stares of the women but avoided eye contact. Maybe if I didn't look at them, they wouldn't be compelled to attack. She peeked at me from the corner of her eye and smiled.
With that said, I hope you enjoy it and thank you for helping such a worthy cause. I fidgeted anxiously in the stiff brown chair, shifting position in an attempt to get comfortable. The air in the room was thick, like a fucking fog was rolling in, and it made it hard to take a deep breath. I had this ridiculous urge to get up and run, wanting to get th e hell out of there, but. I had to stay. When I was a teenager, probably around seventeen, I had this nightmare th at I was trapped in a room. I was backed into a corner as they descended upon me, angry at me for fucking them and never looking back.
Principessa EP Outtake
Sep 16, Welcome back to the outtakes. The outtakes were all either fun to read or interesting for some inner insights to. Emancipation Proclamation. Not outtakess a widget? It gave me a sense of peace knowing that Edward and Bella are off living their version of happily ever after.
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