June 12, 2011

What you should be reading: Set Fire to the Rain by Sunshinegal3

My girl, sunshine, has a new story. You need to be reading this.

Here's the prologue:


I do not own Twilight. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended.

“When you’re at the end of the road

And you lost all sense of control

And your thoughts have taken their toll.

When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul.”

-21 Guns, by Green Day

“All right, folks. It’s time for the moment you’ve all been waiting for!”

I snort loudly, earning looks of disgust from the old ladies sitting at the table beside me. Yep, that’s right. I’m sitting way in the back of the reception hall, in the midst of people I’ve never met in my life, at my own sister’s wedding. Alice can’t let the screw-up brother be seen by her elite guests, I suppose.

“What?” I snap at them. They narrow their eyes at me, but promptly turn back around in their seats to watch “what we’ve all been waiting for.” Yeah, right. I grab my fresh glass of wine and down it in one long gulp. Cheap shit. You’d think Mommy and Daddy Cullen would have sprung for the best for their little princess’s wedding.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the DJ continues, “Mr. and Mrs. Jasper Whitlock!”

The crowd erupts in thunderous applause as my sister darts out from the doorway with her new husband by her side. I roll my eyes but force myself to clap a couple of times, although this is quite possibly the last place I want to be. Appearances are important, my mother’s voice rings in my head. Sounds about right - that’s what is most important to these people apparently. Nobody gives a damn that the little “spitfire” we’re celebrating is a world class bitch.

Alice is beaming, as is Jasper, as they make their way to the middle of the dance floor. Mom and Dad are sitting right up front, tears rolling down Mom’s cheeks as she clasps her hands in front of her. Dad looks on proudly and places his arm around Mom’s shoulders. Of course he’s fucking proud; he doesn’t have to pay off Alice’s credit card bills anymore. As much as that makes me want to laugh, I do my best to control myself. However, the moment “When I Look At You” plays over the speakers, I can’t help but to guffaw like an idiot. Miley fucking Cyrus? Really? Everyone turns to glare at me, including my parents from across the room, and I hold my hands up defensively. Hey, I’m just doing what everyone else wants to do. There’s no reason for two twenty-five-year-olds to be dancing to Miley Cyrus.

I wave the passing waiter over, holding up my empty glass. I’m definitely going to need more if I’m expected to make it through this night. The waiter cocks an eyebrow at me when he arrives, his eyes darting from me to the glass. “Sir,” he begins sternly, “I think you’ve had enough.”

Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. “‘Scuse me? You’re not getting paid to think. You’re being paid to serve. Now serve me another drink.”

I can hear the other people at my table clear their throats, but I don’t take my eyes off of the scrawny punk in front of me. Who the hell does he think he is? He clears his throat as well, obviously becoming uncomfortable. “In all due respect sir, you’ve already had at least four glasses, and I know that I saw you at the bar during cocktail hour. Plus, you’re slurring.”

I hold his gaze for a moment, cocking my head to the side as I study him carefully. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, but does well at maintaining a cool expression. I can feel more eyes on us as I place my glass back onto the table. Slowly, I push my chair from under the table, the screech it makes against the floor sounding throughout the room, and stand so that I’m face to face with Mr. Know-it-All here. He swallows audibly as I inch closer, surprise clouding his features when I smirk at him.

“Listen, I’m not a bad guy,” I offer in the calmest voice possible. My head goes fuzzy for the briefest of moments, but I do my best to shake it off quickly. “I know you’re just doing your job...” I trail off as I squint at his name tag. “Johnny?”

“John,” he snaps.

I chuckle lightly to myself and step even closer until we’re nearly touching. “Well Johnny boy, let me tell you something. You see those people over there?” I point across the room to where my parents are now gaping at me, along with the rest of the guests. I simply ignore the deathly glare coming from Alice. “Wave hi,” I whisper to John. He makes a strange gurgling noise but does as I ask. I offer them a tiny wave as well before turning back to the waiter. “The good doctors are paying a pretty penny to make sure this goes off without a hitch. Now, not giving a guest what he asks for? I’d say that’s quite a hitch.”

He blinks rapidly, becoming more and more unnerved by the second. “L-look, I just...”

I can’t hold in my laugh, which startles him. “L-look,” I mock the blubbering idiot. The burn deep inside hits me full force, nearly knocking me off my feet, and I need something to calm the fire that’s beginning to rage. I don’t have time for these games. When I grasp him tightly by the shirt, his eyes go wide as gasps echo all around us. “Just one more fucking drink,” I hiss through a clenched jaw. “That’s all I asked for.”


I don’t have to turn around to know my father is staring at me with the look he’s so famous for - disappointment. Pity. I’m so damn tired of the pity. I shove the waiter into the table behind him, sending its dishes crashing onto the floor. The table’s occupants stand and rush away, scattering like roaches in the light. I feel myself stumble a a bit as I turn around to face my dad, only to realize that I was dead-on about his expression. Mom is standing a safe distance behind him, huddled together with Alice on the dance floor. Jasper has his arm around the two of them as they stare on in what appears to be fear.

“What the hell is that look for?” I shout at Alice, who hides her tear-streaked face in Mom’s shoulder. Jasper is glaring daggers at me, but doesn’t budge from his place beside Alice. Does she honestly think I’m going to hurt her or something?

“Edward,” Dad speaks again, more softly this time. “You need to have a seat, son. It’s your sister’s wedding for Christ’s sake.”

I roll my eyes, the lightheaded feeling coming back again. I have to hold my arms out to steady myself while taking in a deep breath. “I’m sure that’s what you think, Daddy Dearest,” I grumble. “But you don’t have a fucking clue what I need.” I move to charge past him, but he reaches out and grabs my arm tightly.

“I’ll do it,” he whispers harshly into my ear. “There are officers right outside this room, Edward. You know I won’t hesitate...”

“To have me arrested? Again?” I ask incredulously. “What a fucking stand up guy you are, Doc. Having your own son arrested, and at your little girl’s wedding no less.” Yanking my arm from his grasp, I continue toward the bar, leaving him frozen in shock. I don’t know why he’s so surprised - this is the Edward he knows...and he helped make me this way.

The crowd parts like the Red Sea as I stalk across the room, Alice’s sobs echoing the entire way. Like she really cares. Once I get to the bar I plop down on one of the stools, finally feeling the tiniest hint of relaxation. “Hey, you!” I yell out to the pretty girl that seems to be hiding in the corner. “Shot of Jack. Make it snappy,” I add, attempting to snap my fingers. Of course it doesn’t work. My body is beginning to feel like jelly, an all too familiar sensation as of late. It’s getting out of control. You know it is. I shake my head, ridding myself of the thought. Now isn’t the time for moping. No one here gives a damn about your problems.

The bartender doesn’t even budge, which only pisses me off more. “You deaf?” I shout, standing. When she doesn’t answer, I feel the relentless monster rising up from inside. Every muscle in my body tenses as irrational rage surges through my veins. It lasts for mere seconds before everything in my line of vision begins to blur together. The girl shrinking into the corner is the last thing I see before the room becomes hazy.

The problem is...I don’t even remember what the hell happened to me before ending up in the back of this police cruiser.

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