Author: amy9252

Pairing: Bella/Paul

Rating: Mature

Genre: Angst/Romance

Warning: Drug use!

Summary: Just when Paul thought he'd lost everything, the least likely person comes along to help him pick up the pieces. Maybe he'll even end up with a future he never dreamed of having, but getting there won't be easy. Started with Tricky Raven's summer drabble challenge. Picture prompt = cherry ice cubes.

A/N: Not really sure what I'm doing with this fic yet. It started as an O/S, but then I decided to add another chapter to show what led Paul to where he is now. I'm going to call it a two-shot for now, but I have written quite a bit more to go with it - nothing that's ready to be posted and not even sure that I will continue it. I would like to finish I'm Yours before starting anything else, but for some reason, it's not speaking to me right now and this one is. If I do continue, this will be a drabble fic and the end pairing will be Bella/Paul. Hope you enjoy and I'd love to hear your thoughts :)

As he sat upstairs, alone, feeling the bass pulsing through the floor beneath his feet, with his heart pounding and his blood racing through his veins, he blamed her. He blamed her for everything – for his heartache, for losing everything that mattered, and for the man he'd become. He wouldn't take any credit for that. No, she deserved every bit of recognition – It was her that created this monster, after all.

He wanted her to hurt like he was hurting. And he hoped she felt the same pain with every thrust he made between some nameless woman's open thighs. One more line and he could fuck all night. A humorless laugh escaped him as he brought the powder to his nose and inhaled quickly.

Pathetic really, he knew that, but it was true regardless – He got some kind of sick satisfaction in thinking that his sexual activity caused her some form of discomfort.

It wasn't that Rachel was all that special – she'd always been a pretty selfish bitch – first walking out on her family, leaving a young Jacob behind to care for his father, but she had given him a small taste of what life could be like. What a family was like. Paul had never had that before.

As he stood up, going to rejoin the party downstairs, the door swung open.

"Bella Swan." He called, his words slightly slurred. "What are you doing here?" He asked and for a brief, lucid moment, he was pissed off that she would be in a place like this. This wasn't the type of party for a girl like her.

"I came with Jake." She answered, walking further into the room.

He'd have to deal with that later because he was too fucked up right now to try to explain why she shouldn't be here. To prove his point, he stumbled slightly.

"Come on. Let's get you home." She stated softly, moving to wrap her arm around his waist. No questions. No judgment. Just a kind heart and helping hand.

This wasn't the first time she'd taken care of him – it was one of many. Why couldn't he have ended up with somebody like her? Fuck, who was he trying to fool. A girl like Bella Swan would never be interested in the likes of him. She was way too fucking good for a loser like him.

She was his forbidden fruit – the one he wouldn't dare touch. Soiled was the perfect word to describe himself and he would never contaminate her with his filth. So many drugs tainted his blood and his cock had been dipped in more pussy than he could count – didn't want to – some he was too high to even remember.

As far as Paul knew, Bella had never been touched by anyone. She was pure – something Paul wouldn't know anything about. All he could hope for was whoever popped her cherry would be worthy – unlike him. He'd probably kill the motherfucker if he wasn't good to her. She deserved the best.

"You deserve the best too, Paul." He must have spoken his thoughts, he realized, but her words caused his heart to skip a beat.

Not sure about this one, but it's what came to mind. This is the first time I've tried something angsty so I hope it's ok. Thanks for reading!