Warning: This FF contains harsh language, mature themes, sexually suggestive content and it is a slash. Please be advised that if you are not over eighteen then you should not read.

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Rampage

I stared up at the blonde-haired boy who stood looking down on me. His eyes were wide as amusement danced across his flawless features. Pale, nearly translucent blue eyes penetrated my soul. I looked away shamefully because I was too sinful to look on such a celestial being. He was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. His face had to be sculpted by God himself, it was soft and delicate and held more innocence than a baby. Blonde ringlets of curls framed his face and I watched as his pink lips parted to speak.

"Break his motherfuckin' ribs," Angel spat.

A hard kick to the gut made me topple over. Panting, my ribs protested as I tried to curled up into a ball but another person kicked me in the face. Blood, pure and free leaked from my body and onto the floor as they continued to beat me senseless.

It was moments likes these I would let my mind drift to a happier time when my mom would make me watch those awful black and white movies.

"Have ya had enough?" Angel barked his halo blonde curls falling into his eyes.

I said nothing.

"Huh?"

I still didn't answer.

"He's a fucking idiot," Unknown person said.

Crouching in front of me Angel looked directly into my eyes. We stared at each other before he stood up and walked out of the room, his friends following behind him. Five or so minutes after they left I slowly picked myself off the floor. I clutched my side as the pain tore through my entire body. These worthless shits beat the crap out of me everyday and I endured it.

The anger inside me brewed, filling up to the brim until it spilled over. I clenched my fist until my knuckles were white and before I could stop my fist was right through the dry wall.

Wiping my bleeding nose on the sleeve of my shirt I pulled my broken knuckles from the hole in the wall and calmly walked out.

Nobody asked questions here. So when I walked out of the furnace room a bloody mess no one said anything. I returned to my shitty room, in the shitty group home and pretended to act normal.

"Masen!" Darcy called from his office. "Get the fuck in here! Have you been playing on the roof again, you stupid fucked up kid!"

He strolled out of his office and walked over to me. My fist was already clenched ready to take swing at the motherfucker. Darcy stared down at me, his lanky frame leaning awkwardly against the door as he tried his best to look intimidating.

"Shit," Darcy said his thin lips curling into a half smile. "They fucked you up good."

Darcy was supposed to be the leader of the group home, but he didn't give a damn about anyone. As long as he got a paycheck in the mail at the end of the week he couldn't give two shits about this place.

"Well tough shit, boy, you should know better than to get on Angel's bad side. Is anything broken?"

Like I would know.

I shook my head in response.

"Good, cause you know damn well I ain't taking you to no hospital again." He turned heel and walked out of my room.

Good riddance.

I nursed my wounds as best as I could before Darcy called lights out.

Laying my head on the soft pillow I tried my best not to cry. The skin around my ribs were turning an ugly color and I had no way of telling if they were broken or not. I felt the first tear slide down my cheek, leaving a wet trail as it made its way down my face. Quickly, I swiped at it making sure all evidence of its remnants was gone. In here if anyone was caught crying they would beat them until they had no more tears left.

I lifted my head off the pillow to glance around the room. The room they had put me in was grotesque just like the rest of this place. The wallpaper which used to be white was now growing a yellowish-brownish grey mold. Rats infested the battered ceilings and decaying floorboards. And the smell of loneliness drifted in the air always leaving a bad taste in my mouth. The more I thought about how much I hated this place the more depressed I became.

I wanted to go home.

But I knew I could never leave, just like the rest of the boys I was stuck here. It wouldn't be so bad here if the other boys didn't insist on making my life a living hell. I knew why they picked on me, it was because of my anger. Sometimes I couldn't help it. My anger is like a starving caged dog and once it is unleashed it destroys everything in its path. The more I thought about those boys the more revenge seemed right. Angel was their leader and I knew that if I took out the leader the rest would follow.

And that's exactly what I planned to do.

The next day I woke up determine. My head was completely clear as retribution was within my reach. I knew were Darcy kept the locks to everybody's room in the house. I also knew that at exactly twelve o'clock he would go into the storage room and have one of the new boys suck him off and when he was done with them he would send them on their way. He made sure that the boys who sucked him off would never speak of it to anyone.

I showered, changed and dressed like I did everyday only I knew today would be different. Walking to cafeteria room I grabbed some food and took a seat by myself in the corner.

I watched as the boys conversed around me before all going silent when Angel walked through the doors.

He was like a God among insects. No older than fourteen he had already been arrested six times for assault with a weapon. His treacherous eyes scanned the room before they landed on me. We stared at each other before he went to sit with his friends.

I watched as Peter, Angel's right-hand man greeted him with a friendly pat on the shoulder. The people who surrounded Angel were dangerous, even a few staff members were afraid of them. They ruled the group home with an iron fist and nobody did anything without their knowledge.

I gazed down at my food and wondered how I was going to make it out of here alive. Sighing deeply I thought about how my mom used to make pancakes with happy faces on them, food here just didn't taste right. It was nothing like the way my mom used to make it.

Instead of feeling sorry for myself I clenched my broken knuckles into a fist. Pain shot up my wrist and arm and I welcomed it. The slow ache was a good distraction so that I wouldn't allow myself to wallow in pity. Feeling eyes on me I looked up. My breathed hitched as Angel stood before me. I realized that he looked a lot older than he was. I observed his strong jaw and noticed that it was sharp and well defined much like his high cheek bones.

I flushed a deep red when I realized that I had been staring at him. Towering over the table he smirked at me and my face quickly turned into a deep scowl.

"That looks like it hurts," He said gesturing to my bleeding knuckles.

I snorted. "Only a lot."

"Ya should get someone to look at that," He suggested.

"Yeah? Like who?" I asked. Anger was my weakness. It was one of the reasons they enjoyed kicking the shit out of me.

"Ya know, you shouldn't let that temper of yours get the best of ya,"

"I'll do what I damn well please," I snapped back. "What do you want anyway?"

A slow smiled appeared on his prefect face. "I thought you would never ask. Look, I ain't got no time to beat 'round the bush, yesterday you put up one hell of a fight. And you seem like ya don' take no shit from no-one. We could really use your strength to put these motherfuckers in line."

What? Was he offering me to join his little gang group?

"Don' pretend like you gotta think about it cause there ain't nothin' to think about. Either you want to be covered in blood and shit all day or you want to cover other people in blood and shit. It's that simple."

"And if I don't?" My voice sounded stronger than I felt. Before I could catch it I saw something dark cloud over Angel's eyes.

"You ain't got no choice."

"I just turned twelve," I mumbled looking down at the table. All I wanted was to live a normal life. I didn't ask to be put in this group home and I sure as hell didn't ask to become apart of some messed up gang.

"It's just like ma momma used to say, 'get them while their young and the possibilities are endless'," Angel smiled knowingly at me before returning to his table.

Trying to figure out what the hell just happened, I watched him leave. When breakfast was finished I went into the bathroom to complete my chores, grimacing when I saw that someone had peed on the floor. My mind kept wandering to what it would be like have the power Angel did. They way everyone looked up to him was almost surreal.

Grabbing the cleaning supplies, I tried my best to scrub as much of it off the floor as I could. Pouring some cleaning solution onto the tile, I ignored the fumes and got straight to work. I knew some of the guys did that on purpose if had known I was on bathroom duty.

"Shit, fuckers" Someone said behind me as he pushed through the bathroom door. I knew it was Darcy before he walked in. "Stupid fucking kids, can't watch their fucking teeth,"

I ignored him and continued scrubbing the floors.

"Masen! Shit, your little ass scared me." Darcy said his eyes were glazed over and I knew he must be high on something.

Snorting, I glanced at him and noticed he was a mess. His t-shirt was untucked and his face was covered in sweat. The smell wafting off of him was unimaginable.

"Don't just stare you dumb fuck get your ass over here and help me take a piss," He barked.

Hell no.

I stayed where I was.

Darcy's face scrunched up in anger. "Did you hear me? Get your ass over here or you will live to regret it!"

My feet stayed rooted to the floor as I continued to glare at him. Storming over to me he grabbed my chin with his slimy fingers.

"How dare you defy me!" He yelled in my face letting his nasty breath wash over me. A blinding white rage took a hold of my body and before I could think twice, I punched him right in the nose.

Staggering backward, he cursed loudly raising the back of his hand. I felt the sting of his callous fingers as he struck me across the face.

"Fuck! You are a feisty little one. Well, I'll fix that." Darcy took hold of my shoulder and forced me to my knees. With fumbling hands he began to unzip his pants. His dick sprang free. "Wrap those pretty red lips around my cock,"

Glaring up at him I did what I was told. My nostrils flared as I felt my anger scorch my body, threatening to burst through my veins. I took all of him into my mouth and he raved, panted and moaned.

He smelled so vile I almost gagged from the stench. Feeling the tension leave his body I knew he was close and I bit down hard. My teeth pierced his soft flesh as I clenched my jaw together. Screaming in agony he pushed me hard onto the tile floor, blood splattering everywhere as he held his groin.

"You little shit!" Darcy bellowed his eyes wild as he stared at me incredulously. "I'll teach you a lesson you won't ever forget." He stormed towards me but before he could touch me he slipped on the scrubber I had left on the floor.

Falling backwards he smashed his head against the sink before hitting the tile floor. His skull had cracked open from the impact, blood flowed like a river pooling around his body as his soulless eyes stared back at me. There was no doubt in my mind that he was dead.

I laughed, my fingers touching the place where he'd hit me. It was starting to swell, and I would probably need ice on it quick. Snorting, I stared down at his bloody body sprawled in front of me.

My lips curved into a smile as I picked up the rest of my cleaning supplies and stuffed them one by one into the bucket I had carried them in.

"Not bad,"

Startled, I looked up and saw Angel leaning against the doorway with a cigarette in his hand. He took a long drag and stared at Darcy's body next to the sink. Exhaling, he blew the smoke into the air before looking at me. We gazed at each other for a long time.

I knew he wasn't going to say anything.

"Come on," Angel said. There was something about the way he spoke that made me realize that there would be no turning back. Holding out his hand he motioned for me to take it. I knew if I did it wouldn't just be his hand I would be taking, it would be everything he had to offer with it.

This fallen angel was giving me a chance at a life.

Something strange possessed me and I felt my hand automatically stretch out to meet his. It was like his body was calling to me, yearning for my touch. I gladly took Angel's hand.

"Now, you are one of us," He said with a smile. Flicking his cigarette onto the ground it ignited with the cleaning products I had been using. We watched hand in hand while Darcy's body quickly caught fire and started to burn.

I tried to focus on the smell of burning flesh but all I could think about was how I'd sold my soul to the devil and how this fallen angel was dragging me to hell.

And I couldn't have been happier about it.

Six years later...

"Bitch is totally checking you out," Mike said, leaning into me a little bit so that I felt his strong bicep against my arm.

I smirked, because little did he know I would rather have his dick up my ass than play tonsil hockey with her.

"The bitch is in heat," Tyler said taking a bite of his sandwich.

"You should totally tap that shit," Eric added. The table I sat at was filled with testosterone fueled jocks ready to stick their dicks into anything that moved. They were all checking out some blonde with huge tits who was staring right at me. They all looked at me expectantly, waiting for my response. If I deemed a girl fuck-worthy, they would all be tripping over themselves trying to get with her.

So I shrugged.

High school was easy because people were so easily manipulated. Lunch continued just like it did everyday, the boys hooted and hollered at the girls, while they paraded themselves in front of the boys. The bell rang and I gathered my lunch tray and dumped it in the trash. I turned around only to be shoved backwards. My jaw twitched as I felt the familiar rage tug through my body. My fingers automatically curled into a fist as I stared down at the person in front of me.

"Why didn't you call me last night?" Bella said. Glaring at me she had her hand on her hip as her shirt rode up to expose her navel. Her brown eyes looked deep into mine asking for answers.

It took all the power in me not to throw her against the wall for touching me. Forcing a smile, I tried to be nice.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart but my dad had all this work he wanted me to do...You know how it is,"

"Bullshit." Bella spit. "I called your house and your dad said you were out."

"So?"

"So, you lying sack of shit I know you weren't home."

"I'm sorry, I had plans with a friend."

"Whatever," Bella's face soften and I knew I was in the clear. "Walk me to class, loser."

The fake smile was still plastered on my face as I walked her to English class. It took several deep breaths to unclenched my fists. Bella made idle small talk as I walked her to class and tried not to cringe when she hooked her arm around my waist. We had met a few years ago and she had been glued to my side ever since. I suppose to some guys she would be considered beautiful but her face did absolutely nothing for me.

Once she was in class and out of sight I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. After a few minutes I felt the rage leave my body. I was defiantly making good progress Carlisle would be so proud of me. Ignoring the rain, I walked towards my car.

I often skipped last period just so that I could go to the railroad tracks. Jumping in my Volvo I drove all the way down to the local freight train station, sat on the roof of my car and watched the trains come in and out.

Taking a long drag of my cigarette, I blew the smoke into the air. Staring up at the mucky grey sky, I frowned. Life wasn't so bad, and with Carlisle's help I was beginning to feel normal. With the pills he was pumping me with I would be surprised if I felt anything anymore. The rage I had once felt would blind me it was almost like my body would go into overload and nothing could stand in my way.

No-one could bring me out of it. No-one except for Angel.

Just one look at his face glowing with the oasis of serenity and all the white rage would leave my body in an instant.

"Shit," I mumbled as I palmed myself through my jeans.

Six years and the thought of his beautiful, pale pink lips still made me harder than a rock. I couldn't even think about other guys without Angel's face invading my thoughts.

Damn him.

I knew I would be powerless against him. Almost like a weed he sprouted out and consumed me.

I often wondered what he looked like after all these years. Was he still tall and lean? Did his eyes go clear blue whenever he was excited about something?

And most of all, did he remember me?

Of course he wouldn't. I felt stupid for even thinking about it. He was probably halfway across the world, he couldn't be tied down. And yet I dared to hope-I dared to dream that someday he might come back to me.

Sighing, I looked up at the sky and saw it had darken. Carlisle would probably start getting worried. Hopping into my car I made my way back to my adoptive family's house. Thinking back, I was happy that it was the Cullen family who had adopted me in instead of some sick twisted foster family. I pulled into the driveway of the mansion, got out and walked towards the front door.

"Edward you are late!" Esme called from the kitchen. "Where is the spatula? Alice! God, I swear that girl get worse every year!"

"Sorry," I mumbled my apology before trying to run for the stairs.

"Nahuh, not so fast mister. Dinner is in ten minutes go and get your sisters. But before you do, Carlisle would like to speak to you in his office," Esme ordered.

Keeping my eyes down I walked to Carlisle study room and knocked on the door.

"Come in," I let myself into the room and sat on the chair in front of his office desk.

"Hello, Edward," Carlisle greeted

"Hey," I said sitting in the chair.

"How are you?"

"Fine.."

"That's good. Well, I called you in here so I can ask about the progress you are making. How are the pills I prescribed to you last month?"

"They aren't really helping. When I get stressed they don't calm me down but instead make me feel like... They just don't help."

"Maybe instead of taking one you could take two a day," Carlisle suggested.

"No." I said stubbornly. "It's not going to matter how many I take just get me off of them."

"Edward," Carlisle said sighing deeply. "You have to at least be on the pills for more than a month so that your body can get used to it. You can't expect them to work right away and there also will be side affects just like I explained earlier-"

"Cut the crap," I barked at him. "Whatever pills you gave me aren't working! I can feel-"

"Those pills aren't always guarantee. You knew that before you went on them."

"It's not that, it's just I can feel the anger taking over! I almost punched-" I cut myself off.

"Who did you almost punch?"

"Nobody."

Carlisle studied me for a minute before leaning back in his chair. "We should get to dinner before Emse comes looking for us,"

He stood up and walked towards the door, that infuriated me because he knew that I needed those pills to keep my rage under control.

"Carlisle I-"

"Dinner's ready!" Esme called.

"We'll talk later son," he said passively, patting my arm. I ran a hand through my hair before following him out to the dining room. Taking a seat at the table I tried my best to keep myself in check.

"Well, look who decided to come home," Rosalie said as she sat at the table. She had hated me since the first day I'd gotten there, I did my best to ignore her.

"Enough Rose," Esme chastised.

"What? He stays out half the evening and doesn't get in trouble for it-"

"Didn't your mother say that was enough, Rose?" Carlisle interrupted.

Rosalie glared at me before saying. "Yes, sir,"

Alice came prancing down the stairs in a strange green dress her hair was spiked in every direction. "Good evening mortals!" She sang. All the years I'd known her I had never seen her in a bad mood. The first day I moved in with the Cullen's she was the first to welcome me. After a while her quirky behavior seemed to grow on me.

"Edward your girlfriend called," Alice snickered. She was the only one who knew I was gay so she found it hilarious when girls would call me.

"What did you tell her?" I asked cutting off a piece of chicken and putting it into my mouth.

"The usual. I said you were out with friends," Alice announced. "Although, that Bella is persistent. Yesterday, she stopped me at school to ask if you were going to be home tonight."

I grimaced.

"I don't know why you don't just let that girl off the hook and tell her you would rather eat dog shit then spend another minute with her," Rosalie said.

"Don't be rude," Esme scolded. "but she does have a point. It's better to just let her know that you have no interest in her romantically and maybe you guys can be friends."

I nodded pretending to listen but I couldn't have cared less about Bella's feelings. After dinner was done I went into Carlisle office to wait for him. I knew that I either needed a higher dose of my pills or therapy. Shuddering, I figured therapy is the last thing I needed.

"Okay, Edward," Carlisle said coming into his office and shutting the door behind him. "I am prescribing you some tricyclic anti-depressants and selective serontonin reuptake inhibitors. Those should help with the aggressive behavior and outburst." Carlisle explained.

Having a doctor for a father was certainly working out towards my advantage. I nodded and eagerly took the pills he prescribed.

"One a day and don't forget to take it with water," Carlisle said. "Goodnight, son,"

I mumbled goodnight before leaving the room. Once I was safe inside my own bedroom I popped two pills into my mouth and felt my muscles unwind. Changing into boxers and a t-shirt I crawled into bed and fell asleep instantly dreaming about blue eyes and pinks lips.

"Yo, Cullen," Tyler said running up to me in the hall. School had managed to drag on even longer than usual. Finally it was lunch time and I had planned to go to the tracks and eat my lunch there instead of sitting with the pigheaded jocks.

"Where are you off too?" He asked casually leaning against my locker.

"Home, my mom wanted me to do something for her," I lied. Sighing I saw that Mike, Eric and Ben were walking down the hall towards us.

"Well, I just wanted to make sure you got an invite to my house party this weekend." Tyler said trying to appear nonchalant.

"Yeah, it's going to be the bomb diggity!" Ben announced.

"Yeah, well if you aren't busy or anything stop by." Tyler said shrugging his shoulders indifferently.

"Oh, Edward," A voice sang down the hall. I frowned knowing that it was my least favorite person in the world calling me. Jacob Black swung his hips as he strutted down the hall. He was the epiphany of a walking gay cliche. He wore a bright pink shirt, that stretched nicely over his chest with tight black pants that curved to fit his ass. The raven hair he wore out was tied into a pony tail and bounced as he walked. His thin and lanky body swayed as he approached us.

"Hey, Jacob," I greeted smiling tightly. He smiled at me before scowling at my friends.

"Don't you jocks have more brain cells to kill?" Jacob asked his voice raising two octaves higher. With his hands on his hips he stared them all down.

"Fag," Mike spat with disgust as he walked away with everyone else in tow.

"You want this shit," He gestured wildly to his backside. "So badly you dream about it, honey!" Jacob called after them."Gesh, how does someone as gorgeous as you hangout with such losers?" I shrugged.

"Well if you ever get tired of them you know who to call," Jacob said leaning against one of the lockers.

"Sure,"

He leaned his head against the locker and smiled knowingly at me. "You want to fuck me don't you,"

They way he said it made it sounds more like fact rather than a statement. For a moment I panicked. He couldn't know I was gay could he? I never did or said anything that would make anyone think that I was attracted to the opposite sex. Maybe it was the way I dressed. Are khakis and a sweater vest considered gay? If so, why wasn't I told about it? I had been so careful in hiding my sexuality that maybe people knew I was trying to hide it. When I didn't respond his smile grew wider.

"Shut the fuck up, Black," I spat at him.

"Whatever, Cullen," The bastard said still smiling. "Anyway...I did come over to you for a reason. I want to know if you are still coming over to my house after school to work on that biology project."

Shit I totally forgot.

"Um, yeah sure I should be there around four or five? Is that okay?" I asked.

"Babe, you could come over at four am and I still wouldn't care. As long as your fine ass is inside my house it's all good." Jacob said.

I glared at him.

"Bye, sweet cheeks," Jacob said backing away from me.

I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Today I wasn't going to let Jacob's words get the best of me. Nobody knew I was gay and if he suspected something I could easily throw him off. Sighing I ran a hand through my air and grabbed my book bag from the locker.

The pills Carlisle gave me were making me drowsy and I did my best to stifle a yawn. Ignoring my sudden fatigue I got into my car and drove to the train tracks. Once I was there I sat lazily on the roof of my car and dozed off. I woke up cursing because not only had I missed the whole day of school but I had to be at Jacob's house in an hour.

Pulling out my phone I sent him a quick text telling him that I was running a little late. I drove all the way down to the ghetto of La Push thinking about how shitty the houses were. I knew Jacob's father was some legendary Chef of the tribe and everyone here had respect for him. Something about coming here made me feel very uneasy but I shrugged it off when I pulled up in front of the Black's house. I gathered my book bag and walked up the wooden stairs and knocked on the faded red door.

"Coming!" Jacob yelled throwing open the door.

"Hi," I said stepping inside of the tiny house.

"Just give me one sex-I mean sec babe," Jacob purred. "Ignore my annoying friends," I rolled my eyes as he skipped off into the kitchen leaving me alone.

When Jacob was gone I realized that I forgot to ask him if I should keep my shoes on or not. I knew most people didn't care but I had been at the tracks all day and my shoes were pretty dirty I debated for a second and then decided to leave them on until he asked. Pealing my eyes off the floor I looked around the room and saw six pairs of eyes watching me. My eyes bulged out at the sight of his huge-friends who looked well twenty-five. They were a bulky mass of muscle and flesh. I returned their stares. because there was one thing I was taught in the group home it was to never back down.

"Hi, I'm Sam," the biggest one said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Edward," I offered.

"That's Paul, Embry," He pointed to the lankier kid. "Seth, Quil and Jared."

"So how do you know Jacob, Edwin," I think it was Paul who asked.

"Edward," I corrected. "We are in the same biology class."

"Weird...Jacob never mention you." He said.

"So Ethan, what brought you here to La Push?" The lanky one inquired. I knew they were messing with me and the pills I had popped earlier today were starting to wear off.

"A school project, Embro was it?" I shot back.

"Ay, no need for that bro, I was just asking a simple question," Embro or Embry said. I gritted my teeth in frustration.

"You need to watch your friend Edgar, he's got some issues." Sam called to Jacob.

"And this rectangular thing, it's called the door, Sam." Jacob said coming back into the living room. "You can all use it."

"Just remember that Billy is staying the night at Harry's house, so I expect you guys to behave," Sam said sounding more like a parent. Jacob rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Alright, well it was nice meeting you Edmond," Sam said. I glared at them as they exited the house.

"Sorry about that." Jacob apologized. "Sometimes they can be a bit overprotective."

I loosened my fist and offered a weak smile.

"Shall we get started?" Jacob gestured toward his box-sized bedroom. I followed him inside and sat on the far side of his bed.

"Oh! I won't bite.. Unless you want me too." Jacob smirked. After two hours of working on the project we called it quits and order a pizza. Hanging out with him wasn't so bad and I found that beneath all the sexual innuendos he was actually a decent guy. I realized that he was nothing like his friends, while they were rude and obnoxious he was calm and reserve, I could understand why he wanted to get away from them for a while. They all went to school on the reservation whereas Jacob decided to go to school in Forks.

"Why Forks?" I asked. It just seemed strange that he wouldn't want to go to school that was closer to his friends and family.

"Why not Forks?" He countered. "Look, I know you probably haven't had to work a day in your life, but I worked hard to get into that high school just so I wouldn't end up selling auto parts for a living,"

"You don't know anything about me," I said glowering at him.

"Likewise," Jacob said matching my glare. We stared at each other for a minute before he broke it. "You are too good looking for your own good, Cullen,"

I didn't know how to respond to that so I shrugged.

"Do you mind if I take a shower quick?" Jacob asked. I shook my head and continued eating.

While Jacob was gone, I snooped around his room. There was a picture of his mother on his desk. It wasn't the picture that tugged at my heart strings but, rather her face in it as she held Jacob's hand while they walked down what I can assume was La Push beach. Her face was lit up by the sun as she glanced down at Jacob. I knew I would never have any pictures like that with my mom. My fingers traced the picture frame as I thought about my own mother. She was anything but ordinary. When she was happy she would make pancakes, sing show tunes and dance around the kitchen with me, but when she was sad she wouldn't leave her room for days and usually left me to find food, clean up and go to school by myself.

I yelped when I felt warm arms wrap around my waist. I was so deep in thought that I hadn't heard Jacob come back into the room. My whole body stiffened as I felt the heat of his body mold against mine.

"She died three years ago," Jacob murmured answering my silent question. I shivered involuntarily as his breath tickled my cheek. I tried shifting away from him because it made me uncomfortable to be held like this by him. We weren't exactly friends so the impulse to move out of his arms was growing stronger.

"Er, yeah," I said awkwardly trying to step away from him. But I was stuck between him and the dresser so moving forward was not a possibility. When I moved to step sideways that's when I felt it.

Jacob was hard.

"Jacob, let me go-"

"When are you going to stop lying to yourself? huh? I know your gay and I know you want me. Shit, no straight guy would stand here this long without moving."

"I said let go you fuck-"

"Shh," Jacob cooed tightening his grip on me. "Your secret is safe with me. I don't think you know how many closeted jocks I've had. Don't worry, it will all be over soon. All you have to do is wrap those pretty pink lips around my cock,"

His full erected penis jabbed at my thigh and that's when I started to feel my control slip. Blood rushed through my body as my heart thundered in my chest. My fingers curled into my palm as I felt the familiar adrenaline flow through my body. Little did Jacob know that I was diagnosed with Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED). My chest tightened as the rage began to take over me. Images of Darcy's face flashed like Polaroid's in my mind and I knew if Jacob didn't move he wouldn't live to regret it. Feeling a lot like a caged animal my instincts were to move, strike and kill.

Thanks a bunch to my beta Touchstone67!

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