Fear vs. Love

BELLA'S POV. JUNE 27 Hi, my name is Bella Jon. Ella for short. I'm 22 years old and I own a chain of ranches. And don't think that I took over for daddy dearest, no, I made a name for myself. And for your information, daddy and mommy are in good ol' Cali with my three little sisters. I was disowned for not wanting to move with them, so my second cousins, Benjamen and Mia, took me in and raised me. Ben is five years older than me and went into the Army when I was 16. Mia is three years older than me and is a doctor in Texas. We all own a house in our hometown where we all stay when Ben comes home to visit. I'm currently taking a shower and listening to my favorite song, Wreakage by Nate Smith, when my phone goes off and it's Mia's ringtone. I immediately jump out and look at the text. 'Hi, Ella. I have some news.' That's a little strange. 'Hey. What's up?' 'It's Benny,' I almost drop the phone as I see more dots pop up. 'Meet me at home.' 'I'll be right there!' Is all I text back before I run to my room to get dressed. After I'm dressed, I run to my Chevy and before I realize what I'm doing, I'm speeding home. I'm at the ranch in South Dakota and it'll be about 2 hours before I get to the place I haven't been to in 5 years. As I continue to speed I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was wearing one of Benny's hoodies, his favorite one that only is allowed to be worn by him and I, to be exact, that covers most of my curves. And jeans that hug my ass and thighs perfectly, I have pretty good sized breasts and a nice round ass. I have dirty blond hair with brown low-lights, a heart shaped face, a button nose, and full-ish lips. I have to wear glasses but today I put my contacts in. I never thought that I would be headed back home were I'm both hated by dumbasses and feared by people with more than one brain-cell. SKYLER'S POV. About 3 hours ago, I got a text from Mia, best friend's sister, saying that I need to get my ass back to our hometown and not to question anything. Something told me to get there as fast as physically possible. It's been one week since I gave away all my fame and money for one woman that could get my heart racing. Bella Jon. Before last week, I was the quarterback for the 49ers. At 5 a.m. I was headed back to Regent, North Dakota to find her. I got to their house about half an hour ago and I'm currently pacing around their kitchen. All of a sudden, I hear the front door open and a white puppy runs in. "Beny!" And that's when I hear the only voice that ever made my c**k jump at attention. And now is no exception. I snap back to reality when a 5'2" woman with curves for days, boobs that are defiantly more than a handful, one of the nicest asses I've ever seen walk into the kitchen in Ben's favorite hoodie, who only one person but him is which aloud to touch or wear, stops in her tracks. As soon as she looks into my eyes, the music I was playing changes to God Gave Me A Girl by Russell Dickerson and the whole world disapears.