An Epic of Time Wasted

~~~ Bella's pov ~~~

i awoke before sunrise with the most gut wrenching feeling, and I had every right to feel that way. This time Brian wasn't the only one at fault and I was no longer a victim. I was now his accomplice, I was now just as guilty as him. And that wasn't even the worst part. It wasn't bad enough that I willingly slept with my sisters husband but the fact that I actually enjoyed it. True I was drunk when it happened, but even under the cloud of whiskey, I still let it happen. I stood up and walked towards the kitchen, completely forgetting about the broken whiskey bottle all over the floor until a huge sliver of glass cut into my foot.

" SON OF A MOTHER FUCKER!!!!" I screamed as I fell back onto my ass. I grabbed my wounded foot as the pain seared through me.

" here let me see" Brian cooed as he gently took my aching foot in his hands, examining the glass. In my moment of excruciating pain, I didn't even hear him come over to me.

" please, please don't touch it!" I breathlessly pleaded with him as I saw him trying to figure out the best way to remove it.

" Shhh, shhh, baby. It's gotta come out. I promise ill be gentle" he said calmly as my eyes began to tear up in the anticipation of the pain that would surely follow. I bit my lip and somberly shook my head letting him know to go ahead. He grabbed his shirt from the pile of clothes strewn on the floor from our sexcapade last night and quickly yanked the shard out and instantly wrapped his shirt around the wound to stop the bleeding. I peeked my eyes open to see that he was in fact done and that surprisingly it didn't hurt as bad as I thought.

" Thanks" I blandly said as he got up to throw the glass away. He smiled warmly at me as he scooped me up from the floor and sat me on the couch. He sat beside me and turned as though he was going to say something, but just at that same moment I looked out my front window and saw Matt making his way across the yard and towards the pool house.

" Shit! Matt's coming!!" I gasped in horror. Brian quickly grabbed his clothes from the floor and made a beeline for the bathroom.

" Bella" Matt called as he faintly knocked at the front door.

" come in" I answered as I quickly wrapped my naked body in the throw I had hanging over the back of my couch.

" Good mor..........." He began until I saw his face scrunch up in confusion as he took in his surroundings. The knocked over table and lamp as well as the broken bottle and clothes all over the floor. And I hadn't looked at myself yet this morning, but I'm sure after last night I was a real sight to see as well.

" Are you ok? What happened?" He asked cautiously, like part of him wasn't sure if he really did want to know. That's when I looked down at the floor and saw Brian's boxers sitting there, plain as day. I felt my heart leap into my throat as I quickly looked back up to Matt hoping and praying he hadn't noticed them among the disaster.

" Of course I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?" I nervously squeaked, and with my nervous tone he looked even more perplexed than before.

" your living room looks like it got ransacked by a naked alcoholic" he said. He gazed at me like he wasn't sure if he was crazy or if I was.

" oh that, that's nothing." I chuckled carelessly in attempt to save myself.

" See what had happened was when I was cleaning up last night I saw a spider and It scared me so bad I accidentally knocked into the table and knocked the lamp over. And then well uhhhhhh...... I grabbed the whiskey bottle and tried to kill it but I missed and I thought maybe it had jumped on me so I took off all my clothes" I blurted out, shrugging my shoulders like that wasn't at all out of the ordinary. But luckily for me Matt seemed to buy the story. His whole demeanor relaxed and he chuckled lightly.

" God you women and spiders! If I didn't know any better it looks like you had some crazy drunk sex!" He laughed. I froze in horror at his words. I panicked wondering if he knew.... But I knew if he really did know he wouldn't be joking around about it either.

" oh, Matt. That's a good one!" I laughed dryly.

" well I was just coming to remind you that we have the awards show tonight. Val said to come to the house about seven and she will do your hair and all that other girly shit. She tried calling you but I guess your phones dead. he joked as he let himself out the front door. Thats when i remembered that i had no clue where my phone was. But i would worry about that later. I let out a huge sigh of relief and shouted for Brian to come back out.

" forget something!!" I sneered as he joined me back on the couch. He followed my line of sight and saw what I was talking about.

" oh shit" he yelped as he quickly snatched his boxers from the ground. His eyes went wide and I already knew what he was thinking.

" I pretty positive he didn't see them. I think we're safe" I sighed. This whole situation was way beyond out of hand and I knew it would eat me up inside.

" Well I guess we have a dirty little secret. Don't we, Bella bear?" He cooed as he brushed the hair away from my face. I smacked his hand away and glared at him.

" First of all that was nothing but a drunken mistake! And second of all stop calling me that stupid ass name!" I growled at him. But as usual my anger didn't phase him in the slightest. If anything he ate it up, he loved it.

" so you wanna be my date for the awards show tonight?" He asked softly as he took my hand. I snatched my hand away and have him the most dumbfounded expression I could muster.

" WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I snapped. Was he freaking serious right now?! I shook my head and threw my hands up.

" You'll come around one day Bella. And ill be waiting. As long as it takes" he sadly said. He dressed without a word and then left. His words and tone of voice kept playing over and over in my head. The way he said it wasn't in his usual malicious tone, it sounded almost genuine. And for a slight moment I caught myself feeling something for him. I had to snap myself back to reality. Number one he's my sisters husband and number two he was no good.

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