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Gabriella and Isabella Swan are identical twins who may look exactly alike, but couldn’t be more different. They were close once, back when Isabella was the introvert with a horrible taste in fashion and Gabriella was the beauty queen with a bubbly personality. When Isabella left, Forks bound to live with their father, Gabriella opted to stay with their mother and step-father. Soon after her twin left, Gabriella began falling apart and self-medicating to ease the pain. It’s been three years since Isabella moved to Forks and while she has created a brand new life for herself as a vampire, Gabriella has been on a path of self-destruction. The tables have turned as Isabella is now strong in every sense of the word and Gabriella is a dependent addict. In an attempt to save her daughter, Ren‎‎ée sends Gabriella to Forks to live with her sister. Gabriella was ready to end her life, but she didn’t know just how much living she had left to do.


1. The Bitter Taste of Intoxication

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I am not a person who enjoys the company of others, but I do what I have to in order to have access to the things that make me forget why I hate people in the first place. I spend time with the people who I know can get me what I need. If I need to sleep with someone for a bottle of bliss, so be it. It’s just sex, nothing meaningful for either of us. Tonight is no different.

I stood in the hallway of Dylan’s apartment building, feeling exposed in my skin-tight dress as I waited for him to answer his door. An older couple walked through the front entrance of the building and I noticed them staring at me as they waited for the elevator. I felt even more self-conscious, like I was standing there naked. I hugged my jacket tighter to my thin body and looked away. When the elevator doors opened and the couple was out of sight, I raised my fist and banged on Dylan’s door once again, harder this time. I heard him yell, “Hold on!” and I sighed. I didn’t want to be here and I was ashamed that it had come to this point.

The door swung open and Dylan stood there with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. “Come on in, doll,” he coaxed, stepping aside. I had to force myself into his apartment, but once I was in, Dylan shut and locked the door and offered me the bottle of whiskey. He knew what I really came here for and he was going to keep it coming as long as he got what he wanted out of it. We’ve been friends for almost three years, but a year and a half ago, he discovered that I’ll do anything – with anyone – for an escape. A drink, pills, a line of cocaine – anything, though washing down narcotics with heavy duty liquor is my usual method of choice.

I uncapped the brand new bottle and took a big swig. It used to burn going down, but I’ve grown accustom to the pain. I swallowed one mouthful of the warm liquid, then another. I was on my third mouthful with Dylan took the bottle from me. “Slow down,” he commanded. I frowned as he attempted to take the bottle from me, but I gave up and let him have it. The sweet flavors of caramel and molasses and even the strange, smokey wood flavor lingered in my mouth and I craved more. Dylan brushed my bangs aside to look at my face and when he saw the desperation in my eyes, he chuckled. “You want this?” he asked, waving the bottle of Jack in my face. I whimpered in response, needing to be numb. My head is already spinning just slightly and I’m loving it. Booze has always gotten into my blood pretty fast as I’ve always been underweight.

Dylan stepped away from me, setting the open bottle on the kitchen counter. He looked over his shoulder and winked at me before opening the small cabinet above the stove. I knew what he was after, and my body began to quiver as I waited impatiently for him to return. He was taking longer than usual and I was getting annoyed. “Dylan, come on,” I whined.

“Just a minute, doll,” he laughed. I sighed loudly and Dylan said, “It’ll be worth it, I promise. Go get comfortable, you’re going to be here a while.” I shrugged off my jacket and kicked off my shoes, then walked over to sit down on the sofa. I sat there for a good five minutes before Dylan joined me. In his left hand was the bottle of Jack and in his right was a small bowl. He sat beside me, shoving the bottle in my hands. I wanted to drink more, but I also wanted a little kicker to help me fade out of reality. I looked in the bowl, seeing a variety of pills. “Take as many as you’d like,” Dylan grinned. I turned my head and stuck my hand in the bowl, grabbing a small handful. I popped them all in my mouth at once and with the assistance of the liquor, they went down with ease. I relaxed and rested my head on the back of the sofa, but Dylan had other plans.

I felt his hand on my bare thigh, slowly creeping up under my dress. I wasn’t wearing anything under the thin material and he knew that. I moved onto his lap almost mechanically and his hands rested on my hips for a moment before they traveled up my back and unzipped my dress. “Take it off,” he demanded. I stood and stumbled backwards a little, as the pills have started to kick in. Dylan watched me with content, knowing I would beg at his feet if it meant I could have a drink. I would do anything for another sip and he uses that to his advantage.

As the fabric slid off of my slim body, I could see the excitement in Dylan’s eyes and a growing bulge in his shorts. Standing in front of him naked made me feel sick, or maybe that was the pills. I’ve never taken more than three pills at a time and now I’m wishing I had only taken that many. Tired of waiting, Dylan grabbed my waist and pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me. I could feel his erection between my legs and I knew what was coming next, but I still wasn’t completely out of it. I was just praying to any god that would listen that the pills kicked in soon so I wouldn’t remember tonight.

Kissing me rougher, Dylan tangled his fingers in my hair and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I moaned quietly, tugging at the hem of his white t-shirt and when he moved his hands, I lifted it over his head and threw it on the floor. Dylan slid me off of his lap and stood up to remove his shorts and not surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing anything else. Instead of coming back to me, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “Open up,” he growled. I did and he poured more Jack in my mouth. Dylan seemed to enjoy the sound I made as I choked on the liquor. I tried to lift my head up, but he wouldn’t let me. As the liquor filled my mouth, I swallowed what I could, but some of it spilled out of my mouth, down my chin and neck and onto my chest. The bottle was almost empty and Dylan finally let me go and gave me the bottle to finish, which I gladly did.

I realized that I finished the entire bottle of Jack by myself, but it didn’t bother me. It wasn’t the first time and certainly won’t be the last. Finally, I was hammered enough to sleep with Dylan. I rose to my feet and looked up at him with lust in my eyes, biting down on my bottom lip. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again, but this time, he was gentle. His lips barely touched mine as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. He kissed me once, leaving me to beg for more and that’s exactly what I did. “Please,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

Dylan smirked at me before he picked me up and carried me into his bedroom, laying me down on his unmade bed. He climbed over me, kissing my neck as I ran my fingers through his shaggy black hair. When he bit me, I yelped and pulled his hair a little harder than I meant to, but he didn’t seem to care. He continued kissing my neck and collarbones, then my breasts, which were still wet from where the liquor spilled. Dylan kneaded my breasts and I smiled up at the ceiling, which seems so much farther away than I know it is. He left a trail of wet kisses and small bruises down my stomach and hips before he spread my legs apart. I knew he was going to tease me, I was expecting it. What I wasn’t expecting was the intense feeling of desire and need. As he kissed the inside of my thighs, I smiled, knowing that he was enjoying what he was doing to me.

With no warning, he easily slipped a finger inside me, then added another. I gasped, inhaling sharply and exhaling with a breathy moan. As he pumped his fingers in and out of me at a fast, steady pace, he sucked the area that left me writhing beneath him. I tried to be quiet, as it was well after eleven at night and the rest of the building was probably already sleeping or almost asleep, but I just couldn’t. I never can. “Don’t stop,” I moaned breathlessly, but that’s exactly what he did. I groaned and he crawled back up beside me.

“You were enjoying that too much,” he laughed. I rolled my eyes, still panting a little. Dylan kissed me, then rolled onto his back and gazed up at the ceiling. I was confused and in my drunken state, I wanted more. I turned to my right side and laid my hand on his chest, sliding it further down until I had his erection in my grasp. I looked up at him and his eyes were closed, but he was smiling. I knew what to do in order to have my needs satisfied. I tightened my grip and slowly moved my hand up and down, moving a little faster with each stroke, causing him to moan. He had been aroused almost the entire time I was here and he was finally getting relief. I continued, fast now, and when he commanded me to, “Suck it,” I did. I wanted him to feel the things he made me feel, to crave my touch, but I also wanted him to endure the agony I had just minutes ago when he almost had me at my high, but didn’t allow me to reach it. So I stopped.

When he looked at me, his eyes darkened with greed. He grabbed me by my waist, pulling me on top of him. I rubbed against him for a moment, watching his eyelids flutter shut then open again. He was getting impatient and I knew if I didn’t please him soon, I would suffer the consequences. Dylan doesn’t hit me often, only when I deserve it. I lifted my hips a little and sank down onto him. Dylan watched me intently, as if I were going to disobey him. I began to bounce up and down and Dylan rocked his hips, driving himself deeper into me. He never took his eyes off of me and when he slammed up into me harder, I cried out. Not slowing down one bit, it didn’t take long for me to finally reach my high. My head fell back as I screamed his name and I had to rest my hands on his chest to steady myself as my entire body shook from the pleasure. Though I had finished, Dylan did not. He continued to thrust into me until he growled loudly, his hands gripping my waist so tight, I was sure he would leave bruises. With one last thrust, he finished what I started not too long ago. I moaned at the feeling of the hot liquid filling me. After he finished, I climbed off of him and laid there, weak.

Rolling over to position himself on top of me, Dylan kissed me just once. When he pulled away he questioned, “Are you tired yet?” I was still breathing heavily so I nodded in response. He had a look of hunger written on his face and when he leaned in close to my ear, he whispered, “Too bad.”