I know it's been forever and I fiercely apologize. I've been pretty busy and in my defense, I'm better at poetry. But, I'm on Christmas break still and my hours have been cut quite a bit at work so I've been working on this for a few hours. So here you go
"If you make one peep, your boy toy is dead," the man whispered threateningly into my ear as I felt a wave of alcohol assault my nose. He had a gun pointed right at Edward and he had no idea.
"Bella?" Edward yelled frantically as he stretched his hands out, his right hand running against the wall to guide him. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as the man cupped his hand over my mouth making it difficult to breathe. The man slowly placed the gun back in his pocket.
"I can't have a witness now can I?" the man whispered in my ear. A muffled scream escaped my lips
The man quickly threw me down to run after Edward so he couldn't run away. The man grabbed Edward by his forearms and shoved him against the wall.
"Look at you," the man laughed, "You can't do anything. I bet aren't even good at music like all the other blind retards."
"I'm better at piano than you will ever be in anything you ever do," Edward fumed.
"We'll see about that!" the man huffed as he threw Edward down and stomped down on his right hand, crushing it with his weight. Edward wailed as he slumped down, cradling his hand to his chest. I ran up behind the man with a fury so strong he had to fight to get me off of him.
"You are one sexy bitch," the drunken man whispered huskily in my ear as he roughly turned around to face me.
His grip on my arm was breathtakingly tight and I was sure that a large bruise would show soon. The man forcefully shoved me into him as his lips crashed into mine. His tongue forced his way into my mouth and practically down my throat. I gagged as I could taste the beer and cigarettes on his breath. I knew what this man was after, and I wasn't about to let him take me down. I bit down as I hard as I could on the man's slimy tongue. He gasped loudly as he dropped the gun and blood began to pool in both of our mouths. I took advantage of the moment of weakness to knee him in the crotch. He quickly fell to the ground as I quickly moved to grab his gun so as to turn it on him. As he gasped in pain the man looked up at me and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Lay down on your stomach!" I yelled as I aimed the gun right at his head.
"You don't have the guts little girl," the man laughed as he began to stand up. I fired a shot only inches above his head.
"I'm a sheriff's daughter," I seethed, "My dad taught me how to shoot when I was seven."
The man gulped as he laid face down on the wet pavement.
"Hands behind your back," I commanded, "and don't you dare move an inch!"
"Bella?" Edward called quietly.
"I'm okay, Edward," I assured. I would turn to face him to see if he was alright, but I knew this guy would try to take advantage of the distraction.
"Good," Edward sighed in relief, "I'm on the phone with the police, they'll be here soon."
As we waited for the police, my hands began shaking and I was sure I was going into shock. I forced myself to maintain my demeanor though. I began to hear faint sirens and breathed a shaky sigh.
I heard a car door distantly slam and footsteps running towards us.
"I can handle it from here ma'am," the officer assured as he handcuffed the man. I couldn't bring myself to lower the gun as my hands began to shake even harder. What if he escaped and came after me again? What if the handcuffs are too loose and he slips out of them?
"Bella…" Edward whispered as he attempted to get up, his face covered in tears. I ran over to him to hold him.
"I thought I lost you," Edward sobbed quietly in my ear as he gave me a gentle squeeze. I hissed in pain as I realized just how bruised my arm was.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked worriedly, his eyes darting back and forth as if he was actually looking me up and down for an injury.
"I just have a bruise on my arm," I calmed him. His eyes narrowed in frustration.
Another set of sirens began growing closer as the flashing lights of an ambulance grew brighter.
"Do you think you can you get up?" I asked. He slowly nodded. I wrapped my arm around his waist as he held his battered hand. He winced as I lightly brushed against the side where the man kicked him. I honestly couldn't believe what had happened to us. I just hoped his hand wasn't as bad as it looked. A paramedic came running towards us.
"Who's injured the worst?" the paramedic asked quickly. I guided Edward forward as the paramedic took over. The other paramedic asked me if I was okay, and after seeing that I was only slightly bruised she just gave me an ibuprofen and a bag of ice. However, both paramedics were greatly concerned about Edward's hand and told Edward that he would end up being admitted after a trip to the emergency room. The paramedics quickly got Edward onto a stretcher and took us to the hospital.
"I…can't feel my fingers," Edward breathed nervously as he tried to clench his hand. He couldn't move it. The paramedic's eyes widened.
"Ma'am I'm going to need you to have a seat in the waiting room," a nurse ordered upon hearing Edward. It took me a few seconds to realize I wasn't breathing. I grew lightheaded as the room started to dim and my legs gave out. The last thing I heard being Edward, groaning in pain.
I groaned as the bright flooded my vision as my eyes slowly adjusted so that I could take in the sterile room that I laid in. At first I was very confused, but then it all came flooding back. Bowling; the drunken man; Edward. Edward! I jumped up immediately and made an attempt to get out of the hospital bed I was in.
"Bella!" Charlie yelled, alarmed at my actions, "Everything's going to be alright, just lay back down so I can get a doctor."
I nodded slowly as Charlie quickly exited the room to find a doctor to check me over. I know I had fainted, but I felt just fine. It was just the shock of what happened catching up to me. A few minutes later Charlie and Carlisle walked into the room.
"Bella, so glad to see you awake!" Carlisle smiled weakly. He had dark circles under his eyes and the smile was obviously forced. Something was very wrong.
"Where's Edward?" I asked frantically, "Is he okay?" Carlisle sighed.
"He's in ICU; he's stable, but only time will tell if he makes a full recovery," Carlisle explained wearily.
"How long have I been out? Is he awake?" I questioned rapidly.
"About eighteen hours; and yes, but his pain medicine has made him very groggy."
"How bad is he?" I asked weakly. Carlisle took a deep breath to prepare himself.
"He sustained ten breaks, three being knuckles. After being admitted Edward underwent surgery so that we could set the breaks as well as insert metal rods to ensure that the knuckles would heal correctly. He also had two severed nerves, which we mended in the surgery. One of his ribs also rebroke. He's been asking for you." Carlisle handed me a box of tissues. I hadn't realized how hard I was crying.
After arguing with my dad for ten minutes about whether or not I was up to seeing Edward or not, he finally stopped fighting me on it. Carlisle gave me a through checkup and was happy to say that I would be released in the morning, if nothing else happens.
I had to admit, I was incredibly nervous. I didn't even know if Edward would be able to keep up a conversation with me, or if he was drowning himself in pity. But, I did know one thing. I love him, and needs me now more than ever. I slowly opened the door to Edward's room.
"Hello?" I heard a raspy voice quietly call. I rounded to the corner slowly so that I could see him. His face was badly bruised and scraped; his hand was placed in a sling and covered thoroughly with bandage. He was slightly elevated so that he could either sleep or sit without hassle. Edward's brow began to furrow in confusion.
"Edward…" I breathed shakily as I moved towards him. His face crumpled as he desperately reached for me to come closer. I didn't want to hurt him, but as he did this my caution was thrown to the wind. I grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely, tears running down both of our cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Edward asked, "They told me you were, but I need to hear it from you."
"I'm fine, honey, I just passed out from shock," I assured him, "Are you in much pain?"
"Not really, I'm pretty doped up…" Edward sighed as I noticed his eyes drooping.
"Yea I can see that," I smiled sadly, "How about a nap?"
"Sounds good," Edward slurred with a weak smile, "Lay next to me?"
"Is that even allowed?" I questioned cautiously.
"I really don't care," Edward chuckled as he scooted over, "I understand if you don't want to, but I wish you would."
"Trust me, there's nowhere I would rather be," I smiled as laid down and cuddled up next to him, his arm pulling me even closer as he used his last bit of strength before he fell fast asleep.
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