I slammed the front door on my way out of the house, fuming at the horse's ass that was just standing on the other side. Standing there not giving a shit about my feelings or how I felt about what he did, or didn't do as the case may be. How could he be so selfish? Was I nothing to him? No, I wasn't anything to him. Not anymore, anyway. There was a time when he thought I hung the moon but that's changed now. I wasn't even sure when it changed.

I pushed all thoughts of Edward out of my head and climbed into my car. I was already running late for work thanks to the ten minutes I spent in that screaming match. Ten minutes later, I parked my car in the faculty parking lot and headed inside. I grabbed the mail from my mail box inside the office and headed down to my classroom. My teacher's assistant, and lifesaver, Angela Cheney, was sitting behind her desk in the back of our classroom, rubbing her large belly and smiling. I would not be able to do anything without her constantly saving my ass.

"Morning, Bella," smiled Angela.

"Hey, Ang," I said, trying to smile but it hadn't been a good morning. "How are you feeling?"

"Like this little fella is going to claw his way out of my abdomen," she said, bluntly. "Are you ok? You look like hell."

"I'm fine," I said, coyly as I started passing out the first set of papers we were going to be working on in class. "Did you happen to get those copies ran off for me?"

"Yes, they are in your inbox," she said, quietly.

I nodded my head and finished passing out all the papers, placing one on each desk. Once I had those ready, I went over and pushed open my classroom door and greeted my kids. There was nothing like the smiles on fifteen five year olds to make you smile, even if you weren't in the mood to smile.

"Good morning, friends," I said, smiling. "Come on in and have a seat at your desks."

As my kids passed by me a couple of the little girls hugged me. It was my favorite part of our morning routine. I talked to a couple of parents before shutting my classroom door and getting our day started. We had barely gotten through the pledge of allegiance, however, when my classroom door was thrown open. I looked over, pissed at whoever was barging into my classroom. I quickly sobered up when I saw the man holding the gun in his hand. The gun that he had pointed directly at me.

"Where's my boy?" he asked, gruffly. I stumbled back into the white board behind me as the children started screaming. "SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING LITTLE BRATS!"

Of course, all that did was make the kids start screaming and crying more. Angela looked frozen as she sat at her desk, hand still resting on her belly. I looked from her over to the man with the gun. I had never seen this man before and had no idea why he was storming into my classroom with a gun but I knew that I had to protect my kids.

"Friends, quiet," I said, holding up my hands. The kids stopped screaming but they were still sniffling. I turned to the man. "You are scaring them."

"I don't give a shit," he growled, waving his gun around. "I want my boy."

"I don't know who you are talking about," I said, trying to be as calm as I possibly could. "Put the gun down."

"SHUT UP!" he shouted, pointing the gun back at me as he took two steps towards me. The kids started crying louder. "TELL THEM TO SHUT UP!"

"You're scaring them," I snapped, moving so that I was standing between him and them as much as I could.

"Just move them to the back of the room, away from the windows," he growled. "They are giving me a fucking headache."

I kept my eyes on him as much as I could as I motioned for the kids to move to the back wall of our classroom. I settled down on the floor with them, holding onto any part of them as I could. Angela had moved over and was holding half while I held onto half. We shared a look as we settled against the wall. This was not how we anticipated our day going. As I sat there against the wall, surrounded by my students, my kids, I thought back to the last words Edward said to me this morning.

"If you don't like it, you can leave."


I stood there in the living room watching Bella storm out of the house, pissed and angry. It's all she had been lately and it was getting fucking old. I ran my hands through my hair and silently screamed. I was getting so tired of all this shit. Fighting all the time was getting old. Why couldn't she just stop being a bitch for five seconds?

I shook my head as I headed out to my car and headed down to the police station. Because of our most recent argument, I was running late again but she didn't care that I needed to get in to work. All she did was nag and bitch at me. I parked my car next to my partner and best friend, Jasper Whitlock, and headed inside. Jasper was sitting at his desk, thumbing through the newspaper. I plopped down at my desk and tossed my keys onto the dark wood.

"What the hell is up with you, man?" asked Jasper.

"Nothing," I spat, keeping my eyes down on the stack of paper work in front of me.

"Yeah, I can tell," he snorted. "You and Bella fighting again?"

"None of your fucking business, Jas," I bit out.

"That would be a yes," he said. I looked up at him and saw him smirking. "What did you do this time?"

"What make you think that I did something?" I asked, harshly. "She could have been the one that was wrong."

Jasper just sat there and stared at me. I rolled my eyes as I looked back down at the paper work. "Apparently, I was selfish again last night for having a beer out with Emmett instead of coming home after work."

"You didn't call first, did you?" asked Jasper.

"She's not my fucking mom," I growled. "I don't need her permission to have a beer with my brother."

"Whatever," said Jasper, shaking his head. "Dude, you are being a prick."

"Whitlock," yelled our captain from his office door. "You and Cullen, stop gossiping like a couple of old women and get your asses in here."

Jasper gave me a look as he got up and headed over to the office. I sighed inwardly and followed him. Captain Davis shut his door behind us and took a deep breath. What ever was going through his mind wasn't good and, honestly, it was worrying the crap out of me. The captain never acted like this.

"What's going on, Cap?" asked Jasper, folding his arms across his chest.

"Hostage situation," he said, looking right at me, "at Clover Elementary."

I felt the color drain from my face and I knew. Somehow, I just knew. "Cap?" I asked, barely able to get the words out.

"It's Bella's class," he muttered. I stumbled backwards a couple of steps. "Cullen-"

"Let's go," I said, shortly and pushing past the both of them. I stormed out to my desk and picked up my keys.

"Cullen," he yelled. I snapped around and looked at him. "You can't handle this case."

"I have to," I snapped. "She…I….I have to."


"Cap, please," I whispered and closing my eyes. "Please."

"Fine, but if I think you are losing it…"

"I know," I muttered.

Jasper didn't say anything as he followed me out to the car. He pushed me over to the passenger side of the car and gave me a look that clearly said 'don't even think about it.' I climbed into the passenger seat and looked out the window as Jasper drove us through Seattle and down to the school were my Bella worked. All I could think of were the last words she said to me.

"I can't live like this anymore. You don't care about me or my feelings."