please, let me be free from you

[CRISTABELLA EBONY SWANN]

The nightmares were getting worse. The dreaming was getting worse. Every night, she grew more and more distant from him. Every night she struggled for air in her bed, her mind running into walls and scurrying to find someone. The visions were becoming more and more strong, more and more hard to deal with. Every time she ran, she tripped just before she could reach that beautiful light ahead of her. That beautiful sight that made her cringe on the inside. The beautiful white bride at the steps. Her beautiful groom would pull up the long white veil to reveal her beautiful face and they would share a beautiful kiss. It was all too beautiful and she was always late to stop it. It seemed as if, every time they beautiful couple passed along the pews of the church that were draped in powdery blue and white ribbons, every time they passed her, they never saw her. They just brushed right past her as if she were thin air. Every time she tried to grab the beautiful groom dressed in his dark suit and baby blue vest and tie that matched the theme of the whole spring-time wedding, well, he just pulled away with that big stupid smile on his face and led his new wife down the stairs. Every damn time, they drove away and everything went dark and she was left there at the church to frown at the clouds and the damn road. The nightmares were getting worse, making her want to sleep less. It made her sleep less. It made her stay awake more to fantasize about what would happen to the beautiful couple after their beautiful wedding. She'd fantasize that they would live in a big house, and have children. Two daughters and two sons, that's what Bella decided. Now, Bella was exhausted. The sleepless nights because of her restless and indecisive mind were going to get her in the end, come right up and snap her in the ass. She'd pass out at the most inconvenient time. Like on a bus downtown and she'd end up somewhere in Europe that wasn't downtown with a bunch of homeless men sniffing her like she was an open buffet. The beautiful couple taunted her in the back of her mind. Racing down the aisle with big smiles on their face. If she had rice she would throw it right in their face and scream at them for being so damn cheeky. This wasn't a happy wedding, this was a horrible wedding. She would curse the bride for being too damn pretty. For being too damn perfect for him. No one deserved him. No one. That's what Bella decided.

This morning was no different from all the other sleepless mornings. She'd be tired, hot, frustrated, confused. Then she'd roll out of bed and feel that train of regret hit her chest. This was stupid. That's what Bella decided. She came all the way over to London for the fact that a year was far too long to be away from her "best friend." That a year without shitty jokes, no-stop complaining, and a nice ass in skinny jeans was far too long. That's why she boarded out to come and surprise Levi. There was a big scene in her head. She'd fantasized about the idea of her getting on a plane and arriving at the airport with Levi waiting with a big sign. It'd be like one of those romantic movies where she'd run toward his open arms and there would be a big welcoming hug. That's what Bella decided. Then when she arrived off the airplane, there was no Levi to pick her up. That was a minor flaw in her fantasy so she wandered around London, signing up for college so she could stay a while. Signing up on the same college campus as that beautiful bride in her mind. She soon found out that a miss Cecelia Robins had quite a hot fling with a local boy, a local boy that went by the name of Levi Jones. He probably didn't even know she was there. Probably too busy sucking Cecelia's face every time she saw him on campus. Matter of fact, that's what the problem was. Every time she saw Levi, he was greeting Cecelia with open arms before sucking her tongue into his mouth and having a fine and dandy make out session. At one point, she thought she was going to vomit and hovered around a trash can just in case her morning breakfast decided to kick and go in the reverse process of digesting. She would never bother to actually go straight up and introduce herself, mainly wanting to see how long it would take him to realize that little girl down the street that he used to hang out with came over a few months back to see him. He wouldn't have to worry about her for long. After graduation, she'd be gone. Then all he'd have to do is stand to read a few e-mails of 'Hey. Haven't talked to you in a while.' That's what Bella decided.

A tired Bella decided that going out was best. That hanging around her apartment on her day off wasn't going to do her any good besides make her feel lazy, depressed, and useless. Hanging around the streets of London could be fun. Pulling her dark hair up into her knit-beret, her bangs falling out of one side. Today was about treating herself to the sights and sounds of London. The scents had to be fabulous. The people were beautiful, the scenery was beautiful. After diving into the sea of people, she found herself leading down to a large palace looking place by the late evening when the sun was sinking over the horizon, sending flares of pink and red and orange across the sky. It was nippy out but she didn't pay much attention to it. Gripping her bag more, she stared up at the walls, then at the guards dressed in the red outfit and hat. She narrowed her eyes at them before walking across to the fountain in front of the large building. Sighing to herself, she sat down. Her feet ached slightly, feeling a mist of water creep down her neck. Her knees were pressed together, her feet sprawled out in the opposite direction. She slumped down, digging through her bag and pulling out a nice big book. She'd given in to the demand, actually picking up a copy of the big vampire fanatic's desire. Maybe they had dirty writings in them that made them so interesting. She flipped to the front of the book, reading the some words. The beautiful couple laughed in the back of her mind, smiling at her mockingly. She chewed on her bottom lip. Stupid beautiful couple, spoiling all her fun. That's what Bella decided.

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NOTES open to the public. i was in the mood for some bella, so ye. but lol at it's shittiness x] check out that sexy outfit i put together >] IS IT BROKEN? CAN WE WORK IT OUT?

[LEVI OWEN JONES]

--------“CALL now and we’ll throw in his extra knife. Call now, and we’ll send you not one, but two! That’s right, two chef knives.” Levi did not need two knives. Levi did not need ten pounds of oxy clean. Levi also did not need a miracle blender that he could put his cell phone, iPod, and credit cards in, and in an instant! Have a handful of toxic silver black powder. What Levi needed was to find a way out of the god forsaken crowd. He’d gotten sucked into watching the televisions on display in a little store, and watched a woman put on a showcase of different items that could his, each one for the low, low price of $19.99. Because where would he get that value in stores? He was considering buying one of the super Japanese chef knives to slice his wrists if the people cluttered around him didn’t get out of his way. But because he was little, and frowned up, he was stuck in the muck. Watching the girl strap on safety goggles, and proceed to saw through a floor tile, grinning like her teeth were glued together and mouth tore open, Levi began to wonder how his life came to this point. Not just the standing in a crowd, and not allowed to leave because he was shorter than the man next to him, behind him, and to his other side. They were too busy being hypnotized by the easy going smile of the young woman, whose face had a glisten to it. It might have been the lights, or it might have been her age. He didn’t know. But he felt for her. She was stuck here, cutting through dry wall, and blending bricks for god knows how long, because that was her job. Day in and day out, she probably went to different locations, and showed people the magic of her corporations’ knife, and their blender, and their magic sponge. How repetitive. And here he was, stuck watching her. the only different between them was that she was smiling as she nearly nicked her finger, the tile splitting in half, and the half she didn’t have an eagle grip on cluttered to the floor, and scuffed his shoe. When he saw the mark on his shoe, the connection he had felt with her, and the empathy he’d had for her was gone. When he bent down to pick up the tile, he finally broke free of the crowd, his lungs filling back up with air, and he stepped forward to give her the half back. In the new light, she wasn’t as young as she had looked from a little back. He could see lines in her skin that had been caked in, like trying to fix old pavement by just shoving cement into the crevices. Her eyes looked weary and sunken in. her smile was so forced and mandatory that Levi felt an almost as fake smile pinching on his lips, near painful as he put the tile down. She let almost a real smile pass, and he felt sorry again. But not sorry enough to stick around. He had gotten his freedom.

--------THE air seemed almost frigid and empty without the crowd pulsating around him, surging to see this knife cut. So what. It was a knife. And a sponge. And a blender. But he’d gotten sucked into it too. Mostly because he had nothing better to do, or no where to go. Levi had simply been window shopping because he had no real money to spend on anything but food or rent. And one step past the girl, and her charming smile got him trapped. Maybe he should have quit his job, and tried to weasel his way into getting her job. He could see himself doing that. With his effortless grin and sleepy eyes that everyone seemed to love, he could get people to listen to him. About what he was preaching about. That was the perfect job for Levi. Give him a soap box, and he’d talk gossip natter, chatter the publics ears off. He didn’t care about what. He ran off of people’s interest in him, and if just one person listened to him for a minute, he would feel accomplished. Everyone deserves their soap box. Levi made a note in the back of his head to find out how he got one of these jobs, and thought about the others ones he could have. Maybe public speaking somewhere else. He could represent celebrities in their times of need. What were those called? Public relations. PR, Levi could do that. So maybe his client OD’D after a very public split with their ex. The citizens who craved and lived off of gossip would be eating right out of his hands. And he would gladly supply it, that easy smile similar to the girl’s plastered on his face, and only telling he had no further comments, just what they wanted to hear. They wanted more. Needed more. He would be their supplier, their addiction. Well, part of the addiction. And really, who didn’t want thousands of people at his word, eager with want and ready to believe anything he said. But maybe instead of settling scandal, he could spread it. Now Levi was determined to become the next Perez Hilton. He needed a new name. Maybe Lev Jonez. His first claim could be that he was the illegitimate son of Quincy Jones.

--------ALL of this mulling made him feel a bit better about himself. Better than okay, in fact. He felt kind of fantastic. Better than he had in days. He’d planned out a future for himself because he’d seen some little pretty girl trying to sell knives. Maybe he would go back later, and buy about five cases from her, along with one of those wow towels. If only to thank her, and remind her light was harsh on the face, and she didn’t need to be such a cake face to impress people. It would be his service for the day, his good deed for the city of London. His chest felt a little swollen with pride, and he was carrying himself higher than he had all week. All he had needed was a little ego prodding, and maybe a few reminders that he was Levi fucking Jones, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. Including, but no limited to, backtracking, and almost toppling a little boy into a fountain. After apologizing profusely to the little boy, who was quickly dragged away by his mother, he spun around to look again. He really didn’t blame the mom for snatching away her child from him. If he wasn’t himself, and he saw someone like him lurking near children, he would scream rapist too. But that woman had a set of lungs on her. Maybe there was something about him that practically screamed “sexual predator”. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to add his name to a list anytime soon. Somehow he’d been able to wander all the way down near the palace. Uh oh, God Save the Queen.

--------A few people were giving him queer looks, but he ignored then, and continued to sulk around the side of the fountain. He saw a police officer eyeing him, hand just resting on his waist, near his baton, like if Levi nudged another child and got another mother to scream out “rapist” one more time, he’d crack his skull open. But he turned his attention back to the fountain. He had to shield his eyes as a spike of orange reflected off a car, and temporarily blinded him, hindering his spying. Levi didn’t have the greatest memory around, he could hardly remember what continent he was on until people spoke to him and sounded an awful lot like his mother, but it was hard for him to forget what little curls showed from under the hat. He could be a big baby, and go sneak up behind her, steal the hat, and play keep away before dropping it in the water. How about that for a greeting? But he felt that might be a bit too cruel. And he figured right now was not the time for another scene in a public space, what with the bobby law gazing at him carefully still. So Levi straightened up, and practically skipped his way around the fountain, almost skidding to a stop in front of Bella, attempting to block her sunlight. He arched an eyebrow, titling his head to read the title of the book. Vampires, huh? “I’m surprised in you. Twilight? I kind of expected better from you. Not some smutty vampire novel.” He made sure he announced it loudly, and clearly, except his words almost came out in a slur. Even sober, he couldn’t speak coherently. “Edward dies, by the way.” He couldn’t help the little smug smirk, trying to bluff that she hadn’t even read it.

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[CRISTABELLA EBONY SWANN]

From experience, Bella learned that men are sometimes not so nice. Growing up with her brothers, she had to learn the hard way about how men were really like. Even Holden, Mr. Gay, was against her on his off days. The one time her father spent with her was building her her own personal fort in the backyard, high up in a tree where she could hide out with all her little girlie friends. Holden had gotten jealous and when it was done, he shoved her out of the entrance and managed to break her arm. Worst part is, he walked away from the scene and pretended he had been playing video games the whole time while Bella had gotten carted to the hospital. Her brothers were perfect examples of what men were really like. Dustin was the worst of them all. He'd sit on the couch, telling Bella to do her duty as a woman, fetch him a beer and clean the kitchen. He learned his lesson after she put just a little laxative in one of his beers, as well as in the brownies she made. The whole Swann household was filled with men in the bathrooms while Bella snickered to herself and finished reading her magazine. That's how Bella started to learn to fight back. She wasn't going to let any man push her around, or toy with the strings of her heart. Ever. Levi didn't stand a chance if he thought he was going to slip his hands into her pants and fondle her until he got bored and moved on to the next one down the line. No sir. He was going to get a beer full of laxative if he thought that was going to go down. Rupert had been her only kind brother. He took care of her the most, watched over her, protected her, helped her. Some guy had the nerve to think Bella put out on the first date and started to touch her inappropriately. Rupert came out, swung his guitar and gave the guy a nice imprint of his guitar strings. Then his fist in his eye. Dustin was just overprotective period. They once went grocery shopping and he saw an older guy poorly hitting on her, and Bella was obviously displeased by it, and Dustin started a brawl in the middle of the store. He was banned for a year. After a while, Holden just continued to push Bella off things. Like her bed, the couch, the high stool in the kitchen. When it came to fighting and sticking up for Bella, he was just a maraca with skin. It was normally Bella who had to stand up for Holden, since no one else would. What a wuss.

Bella could recall a time when Levi used to be her best friend. He used to sit with her in her tree house, sipping invisible tea from a cup because he owed her for something. Probably for breaking one of her China dolls, so she would force him up into the tree house, put on a hate and mustache like a gentlemen and enjoy her plastic scones and fake tea with her. He once buttered her scone and proceeded to attempt to eat it until she smacked it out of his face. The twelve-year-old Bella didn't take that kind of shit. He used to be her safe haven when her father got out of control. After he was done with her, she scurry out the door, run across a few yards and sneak into Levi's basement to get her treatment of ice packs and cold wash cloths. A few band-aids were used here and there and of course she always looked forward to seeing Levi's angry face. Although, one time she was pretty sure it was made because she had slipped in when Levi had a female "friend" over and she had walked in on them and basically ruined the orgasms. She still hung that over his head. His family grew used to her presence in the morning. They didn't ask why she was there after a while. They saw the bruises and cuts and would go about their business as if they weren't there. Levi should have been a nurse. He took care of her so well for all those years, he could have done it for a profession. There was nothing Bella could really do to repay him for all of it. Even if it was awkward for her to scramble into his tiny bed, sniffling quietly, he still just held her gently as possible and cleaned her up when she wanted to. Those were the memories Bella thought about at night. Being held and caressed, gently hushed to like she were a child who had a nightmare. The touches that were so delicate and soft would make her skin tingle and heat up, feeling his hot breath against her neck when he wasn't even there. The warmth of his palm pressed against the cold skin of her stomach was someone else's now, no doubt. From all the rumors that Bella had been hearing, he had quite a few new Bella's he'd snuggle with at night. That was perfectly fine with Bella. She didn't need him anyway, she didn't really need anyone. She had herself and that was it. She needed herself and that was it. No man was going to boss her around and tell her what she could and could not do. What she could say and could not say.

She was slightly flattered by the few flirtatious smiles she would catch being sent her way every so often. It was somewhat an ego downer when she actually got to see their face and they weren't as attractive as she had hoped. At one point, a man even stopped to ask her for her number and she had to decline him. It was sad, but he looked to be about seventeen and it almost seemed to be a dare since he had a few friends out in the sidelines of the shadows. It was just getting pathetic at this point that she couldn't get anyone decent around here to give her a nice pick up line but Levi was banging almost everyone on campus as freely as he wanted to. She felt bad for all the young girls' hearts he was toying with and breaking slowly into a thousand little pieces. Dustin had been like that, until he got someone pregnant in which case he had to take responsibility of his dick and settle down with Kaytee so he could make a decent man out of himself. It was bound to happen to Levi sooner or later. Somehow, he'd slip up and an innocent baby would be on it's way to the disappointment known as Levi. Maybe she was so harsh about Levi being a parent because deep down she knew, she absolutely with out a doubt knew, he was going to be the best father out there. Maybe she was so harsh because she was jealous of whoever was going to get the right to bring into the world Levi's destiny, his calling. It was probably all the experience from his houseload of siblings that made him so connected with children. Or maybe that was just Levi's childish side period. Either way, a small part of her inflamed at the idea. It was cruel, almost. Using that against her. She'd probably bitch slap whoever ended up pregnant with his baby. It was becoming harder and harder for her to focus on the words on the page. She found herself mindlessly reading, not paying attention to the words but more or less tuned in to her own thoughts. When she finally cleared her mind of all the silly nonsense, a shadow fell across her page and blocked her light. After taking a moment not to send her fist flying forward into someone's crotch, she gazed up at him, frowning slightly. "You don't know me very well, then." She grunted out before turning back to the words. Maybe if she ignored him long enough, he would go away. He didn't. Her book was sent toward his crotch, hitting him. "Don't tell me that, you fucking jerk! Plus, they wouldn't make three squeals after this one about Edward and Bella's undying love if he did." She stated, somewhat bitterly. No reading was going to get done if Levi was planning to hang around her. Sighing, she put her book mark back between the pages and tucked the book into her bag. "What do you want, Levi?" He'd been so good at ignoring her ever since she shipped herself over, he obviously wanted something from her if he was talking to her.

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