AN: YAY! New chappy! Okay, now that you have finished squealing, look around and see the weird looks your getting from strangers, family and/or friends. Don't tell me it doesn't happen because from all the reviews and emails say that exactly what happens.

Happy Bday Dhrishika and ifairyu (Cindy) this chapter is for you girls. I'm sorry Rosie Delia for not updating sooner, it couldn't be done. I hope it all turned out right with you :)

WARNING: Do not read this chapter while drinking or eating... this goes to you almond94. Lena, on your question about GG... I love dair and am so upset their not together. Dan lieks you B. Leave the prince and dark knight and be with the pauper, you idiot!

I do read the reviews and i do take them under consideration. A lot of you guys say they story has been going for too long and nothing has happened. I understand what you guys are saying, but remember, this isn't just ExB's story. Every chapter the characters learn something and it will all come together. ExB learn something from each character and it will let them grow into who they are going to be. So don't give up on this storyline.

Sorry for all spelling mistakes and etc. Wanted to update ASAP and was too lazy to read and check again. Too tired. Got exams coming up and am going to be busy with that.

Here's the new chap... Enjoy.


BPOV

"Hey, sexy, want the ride of your life?" I yelled at Edward. He turned around searching for the voice calling him. He finally saw me in the impala. My impala.

After I got home from school, thanks to Leah as Edward had soccer practise, I got a call. From Bradley. Someone had sold their old car to the boys. They had found the parts they needed in that car. I quickly called Leah and we rode to La Push to get my baby. It was an amazing experience when I finally sat in Nessie and heard her purr. The leather seats were beautiful and the steering wheel was smooth under my hands. Leah went back home, while I drove around La Push and then as the night fell I came back home to drive around Forks when I saw him. It was weird seeing him walk, usually he was driving his precious Volvo. My arch-enemy.

Okay, yeah I'm a little exaggerating. Technically it would be Nessie arch-enemy. I could see the epic battle between the two. The rusty Black Impala vs. The shiny Silver Volvo. Battling it out through time. I giggled at my little comic book story of awesome.

Edward walked over to Nessie as I pulled the passenger window down. He popped his head through the passenger window, giving me the famous crocked smile.

"Want a ride, cowboy? Come on, jump in handsome." I tried to say a seductively as possible, trying to hide my laughter.

"Sorry, I don't get in cars with strangers." He politely declined.

"Hmmm, too bad. I've got candy." I faked my disappointment and waved the gummy bears I brought from La push.

"CANDY!" Edward squealed like a five year old and quickly climbed in the car. I giggled at his child like behaviour. As Edward put his seatbelt on I started Nessie and drove off. It wasn't until I turned to see him that I saw his face.

"What the happened to your face?" I asked. His lip was busted and he had a huge bruise on his face.

"What do you mean?" he asked avoiding my eyes. I touched his cheek with my finger tips and watched him cringed.

Something was wrong. And he wouldn't tell me.

"So why am I here?" He stuttered, avoiding my question. I sighed, knowing I wouldn't get an answer from him. Not today anyway.

"Well, first to show you what it feels like to be in a real car. And second you need to learn the art of real music."

"Real music?" He quirked his brow. I indicated to turn on the next corner.

"Put a song on, Edward," I said to him as I turned the corner. Edward leaned over and searched the glove box to find the music tapes, which I had placed over years, adding to the collection.

"Cassette tapes? Have you heard of iPods?" Edward chuckled as he looked through each cassette tape individual. I frowned at him. Arch-enemy Volvo!

"Kids these days, no respect for the classics. Just put something on," I snapped at him. Edward stopped going through the tapes and tilted his head sidewards.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he sat there in thought.

"What's a Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? ACDC?" He asked. I cringed at his disrespect of the classics and tried not to slam the breaks and beat him to death. I took a deep breath and tried to stay clam.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," I said through gritted teeth. "Put ACDC on. This song was written for people like you."

Edward rolled his eyes and inserted my ACDC cassette tape. I know what you're thinking. What Gen Y kid has cassette tapes? Well, they have been handed down to me by Charlie. I remember driving with Charlie to La Push or Port Angeles and him always playing one of his cassettes. In a way, it reminds me of my childhood. The good bits anyway.

Edward pressed play and the music flowed through Nessie.

Hey there, all you middle men
Throw away your fancy clothes
And while you're out there sittin' on a fence
So get off your ass and come down here
'Cause
rock 'n' roll ain't no riddle man
To me it makes good, good sense

I smiled and nodded my head with the music. This song was written for Edbots around the world. With their fancy clothes and their ignorance on rock music.

Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar
We got vibrations coming up from the floor
We're just listening to the rock that's giving too much noise
Are you deaf, you wanna hear some more

My memories took me back when I was a child, driving with Charlie as we sang all the way to La Push.

"I took a look inside your bedroom door. You looked so good lying on your bed. Well, I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love. You said you wanna rock 'n' roll instead," I sang in a croaky voice, matching the singer's.

"We're just talkin' about the future. Forget about the past. It'll always be with us. It's never gonna die, never gonna die… Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution. Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die!" I sang loudly in Nessie.

"Bella," Edward groaned at my singing, looking at me like I was crazy.

"Come on, Edward," I encouraged him to join me and sing his lungs out. It helped… with everything. Edward folded his arms and looked straight ahead.

"I don't sing," he muttered.

"But you can," I said. 'Don't' was an option 'can't' is involuntary.

"No," he said firmly and pouted like a two year old. Child.

"One day, Edward Cullen. One day," I promised.

Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll it will survive

Yes it will, ha ha ha ha

I revved the Nessie as I tried to gain speed. She made the most beautiful noise.

"Woo! Listen to her purr. You ever heard anything so beautiful, Edward?" I smiled as I patted the dashboard and turned to Edward, who was trying hard not to laugh.

"You know… if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Bella," he chucked. I swear I could hear Nessie cry at his words.

"Oh, don't listen to him, Nessie. He doesn't understand our love." I patted her. Edward just smiled and looked at me.

"You're in a good mood," he said softly.

"Why shouldn't I be? I got my Nessie," I giggled.

"Wow. Give you a rusty impala, and you're little Miss Sunshine," he chuckled. I swatted him on the arm when he called Nessie rusty.

"Edward! Don't say stuff like that she's sensitive," I pouted. Edward chuckled and then started patting her.

"I'm sorry Nessie," he said sweetly.

"Good." I smiled. No one called my Nessie rusty. Sudden Edward shot up and gave me a huge smile.

"Let me drive it." He smiled.

"Her!" I corrected him, which cause him to roll his eyes.

"Let me drive her," he corrected himself.

"No," I said firmly. There was no way I was going to let him take hold of Nessie. No.

"Why?" He pouted.

Why?

"Because you'll corrupt her," I said in a soft voice.

"What?" He asked, not having any clue of what I was saying.

"You with your shiny Volvo and Aston Martin. You'll just make her feel special and than forget her when one of your fancy cars pulls along. Leaving her with a broken… engine?" I said. I don't know why, but somewhere between those words I felt like I wasn't talking about Nessie anymore. Edward smiled and leaned in had whispered hotly in my ear.

"But she wants me to make her feels special, she loves the attention. I know how to treat her right," he hoarsely whispered. I know he was talking about Nessie, using the same metaphor I had given earlier, but for some reason… my body liked what he said. Goosebumps ran down my arms.

"No," I said shakily.

"Please," Edward begged, blurring my common sense. My brain wasn't working and my body was on fire. What is happening?

How the hell did I end up here?

Suddenly, I don't know how, I was in the passenger's seat and Edward was in the drivers with the key to Nessie's heart. He put the key in and turned it. She was alive.

"Yeah sweetie, daddy's home," Edward purred to her Nessie. I frowned as he caressed Nessie.

"Now who needs a room?" I grumbled in my seat with my arms folded. Edward chuckled at my behaviour.

"Jealous?" he wiggled his brows, which made me glare at him.

"Wow look at the mileage she gets," Edward said as he revved her up. Nessie roared.

"Hey don't hurt her. She's new to this," I gasped, sitting up straight. Edward turned his head and gave me his famous crooked smile.

"I would never hurt my baby." His voice could melt steel.

"Your baby? What now we have a kid together?" I giggled, Edward joined in.

"Oh my God! Slow down Edward!" I cried as I saw the speed he was going. Edward only chuckled at my reaction and accerlated more.

"Slow down Speedy Gonzales!" I yelled.

"Andale! Andale! Arriba! Arriba!" He called out. I was angry and mad at him, yet I couldn't help it but smile at his crazy antics. I frowned when I thought about what it meant. How could Edward Cullen drive me crazy and make me smile at the same time. Edward looked at me and must have mistaken my thoughts to be about my worry of his speeding.

"Hey," he cooed me out of my thought and smiled at me. "Trust me," he said. And for some reason, without questioning… I did. "What's next on 'Educating Edward on rock music 101'?" He chuckled and I smiled as I changed it to another song… by ACDC of course.

It was getting late and we had been driving for hours, yet I hadn't felt bored. Not for one second. We ate all the candy that I got from La Push. Edward told me how his mother took away his precious Volvo from him, I grinned a little, when she found out about the janitor closet. Now he had to walk to school.

"I can pick you up," I said. Edward said something, which I thought was very sexist, about it feeling weird to be picked up by a girl. I glared at him and he said 'thank you' as he accepted my offer. Right now, Edward was just driving up to his place and then I would drive to mine. I curled up on the seat and closed my eyes, tried from our adventures tonight.

No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it. nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, payin' my dues, playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mama, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell

Dont stop me!

"Hey what's that flashing?" I heard Edward say. I opened my eyes and sat up. I saw it too. Red lights flashing with blue and then I heard it.

Sirens.

Edward and I both gasped and cursed.

No.

"Shit. Pull over," I told him. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. The police car parked behind us and got out, walking toward us. The siren was turned off and the only sound was the music in Nessie.

And I'm going down… all the way

Edward rolled the window down as the officer came up. "Problem officer?" he asked, smiling.

"Do you know how fast you were going sir?" The man said. He was young. Really young. Maybe about twenty-two or something. He was skinny and tall with thin brown hair.

"Umm maybe 65-"

"62," the officer cut him off.

"Will that wasn't that fast was it?" I let a breath of release out. The speed limit in this area was 60. We weren't going to get in trouble. But… I was wrong.

"No madam, but I'll have to write him a ticket. Minor fine," he said as he took his pen and book out.

"I told you to slow down, Edward," I scowled and hit Edward on the arm. He better pay for it. The office froze and looked up.

"Edward. As in Edward Cullen?" He asked. Edward smiled. See, having the name Cullen gets you in and out of situations. 'In' to the best parties and 'out' of something, let's say a ticket.

"Yes." Edward smiled, loving that his name might get him a free pass. The office examined Nessie with a frown.

"This isn't your car, Mr Cullen?" He said, frowning.

"No. It's actually my girlfriend's," Edward said as pointed at me with his thumb. I waved my hand at the officer like a moron. And then… it happened. The office wasn't interest in the Cullen name, he was interest in the Edward name.

"Mr Cullen, please step out of the car. We have been ordered to take you to the station next time this incident occurs," the officer stated as he took a step back to let Edward get out.

Wait! Edward was going to the station? Why? He was ordered to take Edward? By who?

"By who?" as if reading my mind Edward asked.

"Chief Swan, obviously," the officer stated. My eyes went wide open and Edward groaned, pulling his hair at the same time as he got out of the Impala.

Dad!

What the heck? Does he really hate Edward this much? He tortured him during dinner, gave him that stupid application, didn't invite him to my party and now he has gone so far as arresting him. No. I had to explain to the officer that it was a huge misunderstanding. Edward didn't commit any crime. He was just fake dating the Chief's only daughter. That was his only crime.

"Look there is a big mistake," I said as I quickly got out and ran to Edward's side.

"No mistake madam," the officer argued.

"No you don't see-" but he cut me off.

"Are you accusing my morals madam? When two men are talking business, ladies shouldn't interrupt," he commented.

"Excuse me," I gasped at his sexist comment. Edward sighed as he leaned his back on Nessie.

"I wonder what your father would say if he knew that his daughter was joy riding at… 10pm with speedy here," he said pointing at Edward.

"He likes to call me Evil Knievel," Edward added his two cents. The officer looked at him like he was an idiot and then back at me.

"Young lady maybe you should go home. Your father will be worried."

"You don't understand. My father is Chief Swan and he-"

"Isabella Swan?" He asked quirking his brow.

"Yes!" I smiled thinking he finally understood what was going on. But he only snorted.

"Another one." He rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You know how many girls we get claming to be Isabella Swan. Nice try madam, but I am no fool," he snorted. He may not be a fool, but he was a pig.

I didn't know what to be more shocked about. That this pig head didn't believe me or that other girls had pretended to be me.

"But I am Isabella Swan." Believe me, I get reminded I was The Freak everyday.

"If that is true, show me ID," he said smugly as he crossed his arms. I sighed. That was another reason Edward persuaded me into letting him drive Nessie.

"I left it at home," I mumbled. This caused Officer Pig to grin like the Grinch.

"How convenient. Please go home and tell your real father about today's event," he said. When he said real father it made my blood boil. Who was he to talk to me and about my Dad like that?

"You think I'm lying? Look, my father is over protective, that's why he has ordered you to take Edward to the station when ever he speeds. Edward isn't a criminal. He's done nothing wrong!" I yelled at Pig Head. His eyes widened.

"Madam, don't raise your voice at me," he said sternly.

"Bella-" I felt Edward touch my arm. I was doing this for him. He didn't need to put up with this stuff.

"My name is Isabella Swan you idiot. I'm not lying, you… stupid pig head! Don't you dare call me a liar! Only an oblivious moron can't tell that I'm telling the truth. How can you not know the Chief's daughter in a town this small?" I screamed at him. I panted when I finished my speech. Both Edward and Pig Head were looking at me with widen eyes. However, the Pig Head gain composure and glared at me and Edward.

"That's it both of you it the cruiser!" He growled as he pointed to the police cruiser.

"What?" I gasped. Maybe I did go a little over board with my speech.

"You heard me," he snarled.

"Why?" I asked. He looked at Edward.

"Speeding and…" he looked at me, "assaulting an officer." Edward stood up and walked next to Pig Head.

"Sir. She's a little upset-" he tried to tell Pig Head.

"Upset! He's arresting my boyfriend for no good reason. Of course I'm upset!" I yelled. I hated yelling, it usually allowed the tears to come. Edward quickly walked over to me and held my face in his hands, wiping the tears.

"Calm down, Cutie Pie. Drive back home I'll be okay." He gave me a smile, trying to reassure me. But it didn't work. I shook my head, grabbing on to his wrists as he held my face in his palms. I wasn't going without him.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. This… lady doesn't have her license on her," said Pig Head in the background. Edward calm face morphed. He growled as he turned around, releasing my face.

"Her name is Isabella Swan you jackass!" He growled at Pig Head.

"Enough! You two in the car!" Yelled Pig Head.

"No! I'm not going anywhere and neither is Edward," I said as I grabbed on Edward's arm.

"That's it! I really didn't want to do this," yelled Pig Head as he took out… hand cuffs. He grabbed on to Edward and cuffed as he said his rights.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?"

"You got to be kidding me?" Edward chuckled darkly. Then Pig Head turned to me. He grabbed my wrist a little too tightly making squeal.

"You're hurting her, you jackass!" Edward growled as he bumped Pig Head. This made Pig Head furious as he grabbed me tighter and hand cuffed both my hands behind me. He pushed both of us in the back seat of the cruiser and then sat in the front seat. He started the engine and drove off. I watched Nessie pass by. It was then I finally understood the reality of the situation.

"Oh my God," I said softly, as if to myself, "We just go arrested."

(~*~)

"Aren't I allowed to have a phone call?" I called from my cell, trying to get the attention of the officers. Just one call to Charlie and this will all be over.

"My parents usually put their phones on silent. Can I have a text message instead?" Edward called out next to me and smirked. We were in the same cell.

"Leave up to Forks to have the only station where there was one cell vacant," I grumbled and sat on the floor leaning my back on the brick wall.

"Why? Did you want to share with…" Edward nodded his head to the cell opposite us which held some street workers and gang members. I shivered as I looked at them. Yeah, Edward was the better choice.

"So… do have any smokes?" Edward asked out of the blue.

"No!" I gasped in shock. I didn't smoke. Never, ever. But then I thought about it. Neither did Edward.

"Wait you don't smoke," I said. Edward rolled his eyes.

"Bella, seriously. It's currency in the inside. You have to be tough now, Bella. It's a different world in here. They eat people like you for supper. Its okay I'll protect from being someone's bitch. And the yard. Oh God, Bella the yard. Who am I kidding? You're not going to survive a day in here," he overacted as paced around the small cell.

"You think this is funny?" I glared at him. He chuckled as he plopped himself on the old small spring bed in the corner.

"Come on. I just got arrested for speeding 2 miles over the limit, which is totally weak by the way, while my girlfriend tried to defend my honour and got her self arrested as well, all because her father, who happens to be Chief of Police hates my guts," he chuckled.

The Edward a few weeks ago would have been freaking out by now. Thinking about his permanent record or something. Edbot would be having a malfunction. But now, today, he was smiling and joking. He wasn't like this a few months ago. What has changed? I don't know, but I like this Edward. It was like a new version of Edward. Edbot 2.0 or something? I liked it when Edbot smiled. It made me feel warm. I really liked it when he was happy. Really.

"He doesn't hate your guts," I mumbled. Edward smiled at me and I smiled back.

"So what have we learn of this experience?" Edward asked.

"The system is corrupt."

"When it comes to the chief's daughter, yes," Edward laughed and I giggled along with him. When your laughter fell down and silence took over Edward was the first to speak.

"Thanks," he said softly looking at me intensely.

"For what?" I asked.

"Defending my honour," he smirked. I smiled back.

"Thanks for telling that cop he was a jackass," I said. Edward frowned.

"He was," he grumbled, looking down. "He shouldn't have touched you."

"I'm not hurt," I lied. Edward looked up at me and his eyes challenged me. They, his eyes, knew I was lying. Even though we were on opposite ends of the cell, it was like we were closer than ever.

"Chief Swan. We caught that Cullen kid speeding down Robertson Road. He and the girl are in cell B," I heard Pig Head.

"Girl?"

Dad? Dad is here. Finally.

"When we pulled the vehicle over, he had a female passenger. I am to believe they were performing inappropriate sexual acts with one another in the vehicle. He was in a different vehicle. He stated the vehicle was his girlfriend's. She claimed to be Isabella Swan and they both started assaulting me when I declined to believe them. That's why I arrested them. They're in cell B, sir."

Inappropriate sexual acts? What on Earth was he talking about? And then it hit me. I was cuddled up on the seat. Pig Head must have not seen me and then when Edward was pulled over he suddenly saw my head pop back up. He thought I was giving Edward… as Paul had put it, an Australian kiss. It's like a French kiss except… down under.

"Together?" I heard Dad's voice.

"Yes sir. The other cells were occupied and I didn't think of it to be right for two teenagers be held with criminals, sir."

"Crap." I faintly heard Dad curse and just like that… I had a master plan in my mind. I smirked at the genius of it all.

"Hey," I said to Edward, who had not heard the conversation between Dad and Pig Head. Edward looked up. "You wanna have a bit of fun with Charlie?" I smirked. Edward's eyes twinkled. Of course he would, this guy made his life a living hell.

"Would it be weird if I said yes?" he chuckled. I got off from the floor and slowly walked toward Edward, who was sitting on the end of old squeaky bed. I was now standing in front of Edward.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered to myself. But Charlie had to be taught a lesson. Without thinking about it, I put both my knee on either side of Edward and straddled him.

"Bella what are you-"

Edward looked up and stared into my eyes as my head descended towards his. I kissed him. This was the first time that I initiated our physical relationship. Edward didn't react, it kind of reminded me of the concert, but I continued kissing him. My hair became a curtain around us. I had my hands on either side of his neck and his hands trails down to my waist and I think he was about to push me off when he heard a voice.

"Edward Cullen! Get your hand off my daughter. Now!" I heard Charlie scream. Edward smiled into the kiss, realising how we were supposed to have fun with Charlie. Edward moved my hair, giving a better view to a third party, and pulled it back as he kissed me passionately. His tongue dominated my mouth as I moaned into his.

"Your daughter?" I heard Pig Head gasp.

My hands trailed up from Edward's neck to his hair and fisted his bronze hair. I pulled creating a groan from him. Edward hands trailed lower and cupped my behind pulling me towards him. I was surprised that I let him touch me there, but didn't think of it for too long as I rocked my hips to his. He moaned in my mouth as I dug my fingernails into his scalp when he squeezed my behind.

"Yes that's my daughter. Now get her out, you idiot!" Charlie yelled, obviously furious about Edward's wondering hands.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." I heard clanking of metal, most likely from the keys and the lock. Edward let go of my lips, finally letting me breathe, and attacked my neck. Sucking and licking it. I panted in Edward's ears as he continued his assault. I could hear Dad yell at Pig Head to hurry up, but I didn't care. It was a blur. All I could think about was Edward's mouth on my neck. I gave a loud moan when Edward bit into my wet skin.

"Bella get out!" Charlie screamed. The lock was opened and Charlie pushed Pig Head as barged in.

"No without Edward," I said pulling Edward closer to me, refusing to get off his lap. Edward had let his teeth out of my skin and breathed on his mark.

"Isabella," Charlie growled.

"Charles," I said sternly, using his full name.

Edward looked up at Charlie. "Edward," he said. When everyone looked at him with confusion he shrugged his shoulder.

"I wanted to be apart of the group," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him, but couldn't help smile as I played with his hair between my fingers. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm and I was pulled away from Edward. The hand did not hurt me, but yet, for some reason I felt pain. In my chest.

Dad had pulled my arm and held me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me as he glared at Edward, who had now stood up from the bed. Dad held me as if he was trying to protect me from Edward.

"Fine," Dad grumbled. "Both of you in the integration room. Now!"

(~*~)

Edward and I walked out of the station. Charlie had only asked Edward not to tell anyone that his daughter was caught giving him 'Inappropriate sexual act' whist he was driving. I was blushing like crazy. I kept trying to explain to Dad what really happened but he refused to listen, sticking his fingers in his ear and singing. In return, no one, especially his parents, would know that Edward was in jail. His permeant record and all.

I had to wait for Charlie to finish work and had to wait at the station for him. Because Edward did not have the Volvo he had to call his Dad. Dr. Cullen promised not to tell Mrs. Cullen, but was angry at Edward. Not for what you think.

"You got arrest for speeding 2 mile over the speed limit! Who does that? You should have at least make it 12. I'm disappointed in you, Son. You had a reputation to uphold."

Dr. Cullen then laughed and said he was embarrassed to be Edward's father.

So here Edward and I waited.

"Sorry," Edward said. I turned around and asked him about what. "I left a… mark," he smiled as he pointed towards my neck. I gasped and covered my neck, muttering that it was okay whist blushing like crazy. Edward laughed.

"To tell you the truth, I was shocked when you attacked me," he laughed and I joined, but mine was a nervous laugh.

"I was freaking out thinking that you had feelings for me of some shit," laughed as he pulled his hair.

I froze at his words, but Edward continued.

"You know, it's like those stupid chick flicks where in the end they fall for each other," he said.

"This isn't a movie, Edward. It's not picture perfect and it's not predictable," I said softly. He nodded.

"Yeah, but just in case." He smirked and leaned down. His face was inched away from mine.

"You can't fall in love with me, okay?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Eww… It was hard enough to like you, Edward. I mean, I like you, but I'm not in like with you," I said, mocking the cheesy line, 'I love you, but I'm not in love with you'. Edward laughed softly and straightened up.

"I don't see you like that. I don't think I could ever," I said softly, like I was reading it from a prompter, looking at my feet the whole time. Edward nodded his head.

"Yeah, I don't you in that light either. I think to me you would always be…" I cringe as I expected him to say Freak.

"Cutie Pie."

I looked up and he was smiling down at me. I… smiled back at him.

Honk Honk.

We turned to see Dr. Cullen in the Volvo waiting for Edward. Edward groaned as he saw his father in his car. He turned towards me and you know that awkward moment. The one when you don't know what gesture you should make. A kiss, a hug, a wave. We were stuck in that moment. Until Edward, being Edbot, put his hand forward for me to shake.

"Thank you… for the Educating Edward on rock music 101. Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution." he said awkwardly as he quoted the song.

I raised my hand and placed it in his firmly. My hand tingled in his, yet I didn't want to let go.

"Thank you for protecting me from being someone's bit…," I trailed off, not wanting to say the B word.

"Bitch," Edward smiled.

"What did you just call me?" I faked shocked, causing Edward to laugh. I giggled too, still holding his hand.

"Thanks," I said again. Still shaking his hand. The electricity buzzed into my hand.

"You're welcome," he said as he kept shaking my hand and looking into my eyes. The moment was broken by a childish song.

"Edward and Bella in the Janitor's Closet. K.I.S.S.I.N.G. First comes love then comes marriages then -"

"DAD!" Edward yelled at his father who was singing loudly from the Volvo. At least someone likes to sing in the Cullen family. Edward and I pulled our hands away from each other and into the pockets of either our jeans or jacket. I flexed my hand, feeling the tingle still there.

"Goodnight, Cutie Pie." Edward smiled and walked towards the Volvo. I felt myself staring at him. Waiting for him to turn and look back at me. Even if it was only once. But he didn't. He got into the Volvo and was driving away. I was left their watching him disappear in the night, whispering him a goodnight.

"Goodnight, Edbot."

(~*~)

"Bella. You're not seeing him again," Dad said as we entered through the door.

"Who?" I asked placing Nessie's keys on the table. Dad had driven me back to Nessie and I drove her here while Dad was in his cruiser.

"Edward Cullen."

I froze and then turned around to see Dad frowning with his arms crossed.

"Why?" I asked.

"He's bad news, Bella," he grumbled. I felt like we were having the same conversation, over and over again.

"How?"

"Bella. You were locked up and-"

"Hey! That wasn't Edward's fault. It was a misunderstanding." A misunderstanding he created. Dad sighed and rubbed his face.

"Bella. Please. I don't like him," he said softly.

"That's not it, is it Charlie?" I said. I knew why he didn't like Edward.

"I don't know what you mean?" He mumbled and turned his back. I quickly walked over to him and turned him to face me.

"Dad?"

"I don't like him. He's no good for you."

"Why do you think that?" I asked.

"I got that vibe," he said.

"The vibe?"

"He's going to hurt you," Dad grumbled.

"He wouldn't." I shook my head. I couldn't see my Edbot causing harm.

"Bella, I know it seems like that now, but he will," Charlie warned me.

"Did you have the vibe with Jake?" I said through my teeth. Jake hurt me, why didn't Charlie protect me then?

"This is not about Jake. I'm not trying to push you towards him. What he did was wrong," he said.

"And is that why you invited him to my birthday," I laughed humourlessly.

"I invited Billy."

"You keep telling me you care about me and that's why you don't want me to be with Edward."

"I do care about you," Dad pleaded.

"Yeah? Is that why after our break up you gave Jake cake and sent me to jail?" I just came out of a jail cell while Charlie invited Jake to my birthday party.

"Bella. That's not what happened." I know Dad was trying to help me understand and in a way I did, but I was just too angry.

"You do all this crap towards Edward, who hasn't hurt me, but you praise Jake." I knew that in the end I would be with Jake and that Edward was my fake boyfriend and I probably won't see after graduation. But still, I felt defensive.

"Bella. You don't know what you're talking about," Charlie muttered to himself. I wanted a reaction. I admit it, I did.

"Did you have with Renee? Where was your vibe then?" I sneered.

"Bella!" Charlie yelled, but then took a depth breath. "He'll put you in danger, Bella. I don't trust him."

Danger! What danger? Every time I was in danger, Edward there by my side. Especially at Seattle.

"Edward saved me, Dad!" I screamed.

"What? What are you talking about?" Dad froze in place.

"Nothing," I muttered as I thought about Seattle. I was about to walk away when Dad quickly walked and turned me to face him.

"Kiddo?" he looked at me with a worried expression. I took a deep breathe and realised I had to tell him.

"I have to tell you something, Dad," I said softly.

"Bella. You're scaring me here. What is it?" he asked impatiently.

"Remember… James Anderson's party?" I stuttered as the memories came back. "The week Leah wasn't talking to me, the week Edward and I got together?" Charlie nodded.

"Yeah. You went to his party and came early. Seattle, right?" He asked.

"Yeah. Well Edward and I got into this stupid fight-"

"See." Dad cut me off.

"Dad, please. Let me finish," I begged. Dad saw my expression and understood. He needed to be quiet.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quiet, kiddo," he smiled sheepishly. I sighed and continued.

"Well we had a fight, it was a misunderstanding. I stormed off and then…" I cringed at the memory. "James saw me… upset. He said he would take me home… but he wanted to talk to me first. So he took me to his room…" I stuttered and tried to keep the tears at bay. "I was so upset and in my own thoughts I didn't know what was happening. He gave me a drink… he told me it was soda… he practically shoved it down my throat. Dad… he… tried to… next minute he was on top of me… he covered his hand over my mouth. I tried to scream…" Tears poured down my face. I tried to look into my father's eyes, but the tears made it so hard to see clearly "Edward found me. He saved me, dad. He fought James of me and took me back home." Charlie face looked it was in pain.

"He saved me, Dad. He helped me so much. Please, give him a chance," I cried. Dad grabbed my arm and held me tight in his embrace.

"Bella. I'm sorry baby. I sorry I couldn't save you. Baby, why didn't you tell me?"

"Daddy," I cried as I tightened my fist in his shirt. I felt like a little girl, who just needed her Daddy.

"I'm here, my baby girl," he soothed me and made me feel safe… once again.

(~*~)

It was the first time that I drove Nessie to school. I was so excited for today I nearly forgot that I had to pick up Edward as well. As I drove to the Cullens I was hoping that no one would, as a prank, hurt Nessie. It wouldn't be shocking t find someone flattening the tyres or scratching the car. I smiled as I realised that Edward would be with me. I doubt that the school would trash the car that Edward Cullen rode in. A smile was painted on my face as I pulled up to the Cullen Mansion.

It felt wrong for me to honk my horn. That would be rude. So instead I got out of Nessie and walked up to the door. I rang the door bell and waited. It was weird standing in front of Edward's house waiting for him to come out. I felt like a child waiting for her friend to come out and play.

Mrs Cullen opened the door with a smile.

"Oh, hello Bella." She smiled. "What brings you here this early in the morning? You should come over more often. We miss you here. This is your home now as well. Drop by anytime. Rain or shine," Mrs. Cullen sang.

I had almost forgotten how welcoming Mrs. Cullen was. The words, 'hi Mrs. Cullen, can Edward come out and play', were on the tip of my tongue, but I held it in.

"Hello Mrs. Cullen. I'm here to give Edward a lift." I answered instead.

"Oh yes. He doesn't have his car anymore." She nodded. "But he has to be thought a lesson. I mean, he had to know that you just can't throw punches at anyone with out consequences."

"I understand, Edward made a mistake punching Tyler-"

"Exactly. Not only once, but he caused harm twice," she said.

"Twice?" I asked quizzically. The only one Edward had a fight with was Tyler. Well, he did have a fight with James but that was months ago.

Mrs. Cullen was about to speak before she was cut off.

"I'm ready! Let's go," Edward called out as he grabbed my arm as he walked out the door.

"Nice to meet you again, Bella," Mrs. Cullen called out as she waved as a goodbye.

I waved back as Edward dragged me away. Finally, Edward let go of my arm and we both walked towards Nessie. I smiled as I had an idea. I jogged towards the passenger's door and opened it for him, while bowing my head.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Well, if I'm the driver that makes you the girl." I giggled. "I mean, I did pick you up from your house. I'm just trying to follow etiquette. Edward rolled his eyes as he sat down in his seat, playing with the whole charade. I bowed my head and closed the door.

I drove to school, hearing Edward complain about my driving all the way there.

"Seriously Bella, but the pedal to the metal."

"I'm going the speed limit, Edward."

"Would have gotten to school by now in my Volvo."

"Why don't you drive yourself to school? Oh that's right, you can't!"

"I swear if I shove my feet through the floor I could run faster than this. Flintstone style."

"How about if I pull over and let you ran to school today?"

I dreaded the end of the day. I would have to drive Edward home. Hopefully he won't be such a back seat driver after school.

I walked out of the gym and toward the parking lot. As I walked towards Nessie I saw the police cruiser parked in the middle of the exit way. Next minute Charlie stepped out and held his gun in his hand. Shock didn't compare to what I was. Charlie and Pig Head slowly approached a car. James's car. James was about to get into his white BMW when Charlie came up behind him with his gun point at him.

"Don't move. Put your hands where I can see 'em. Drop the keys!" Yelled Charlie. The whole student body stopped what they were doing and huddled around to see what was going on.

"This is crazy, you have the wrong guy," hissed James as he stretched out his arms and drops his keys.

"I have a warrant to search your vehicle, Mr. Anderson," Charlie said.

"Fine. Search away," grumbled James.

Pig Head came around, picked up the keys and opened the trunk of James's car. All the students gasped. I tried to see what was going on, so I moved through the crowd. Finally, when I made it to the front I saw what was in the trunk. It was full of marijuana and a bong.

"Got the wrong guy, huh?" Dad looked at James in triumph.

"That's not my stuff, man," James stuttered.

"Cuff him, Sheppard," Dad ordered Pig Head. Pig Head got out his cuffs and arrested James as he read out his rights. I swear that was the only thing the Pig Head knew how to do. Reading out the rights while arresting.

"That's not my stuff. My Dad's a lawyer, you know!" James yelled out as Pig Head put James's head on the hood and cuffed him. "I didn't do this!"

I saw Charlie smile then turn around and telling everyone there was nothing to see. When he came closer to me I grabbed his attention.

"You set him up?" I whispered to him. I remember last night Dad promised me he would get back at James Anderson.

"Step back, please," he said to me, smiling. "People, this is a crime scene," he said louder to the crowd as he continued to tell everyone to go back. I stood there in shock as I saw James with cuffs behind his back as Pig Head laid his hand on James's shoulder and lead him to the cruiser.

Through it wasn't for attempt of rape that he was getting arrested for, I still felt a sense of satisfaction as I saw Pig Head placed his hand on James's head and sat him in the backseat.

(~*~)

I was waiting for Dad to come home so I could ask him what had happened today. I was waiting on the couch when I started thinking about last night. How I yelled at him for not caring about me. I was just upset. I knew he cared about me he didn't have to prove it. When you love someone, or even care about them, they could never ask you to prove that love. It was wrong. And that's what I did. I was going to apologise for. I mean, to prove the love he had for me, Dad just arrested one of the post powerful Lawyers of Fork's son on false charges. Dad could lose his job because of me. I couldn't believe he arrested James today. I was broken out of my thoughts by the door opening.

"Bella. I'm home!" I heard Dad call out. I jumped off the couch and quickly ran to the front door.

"Dad! What the heck were you doing at my school with Ja-" I froze in my place. Leaving my sentence untouched. I found myself in front of my father and…

"James." I finished the sentence.

He was standing behind my father, not meeting my eyes, but still looking like the jackass he was.

"Bella, James is going to stay with us for a few days," Dad said. He wasn't asking. He was informing me of his decision.

"You got to be kidding me," I laughed humourlessly. Dad didn't answer. He looked behind towards James.

"Go set yourself on the couch, kid." Dad motioned his head towards the couch.

James, with a frown on his face, looked down and walked past Dad and past me into the living room. When James left, I turned and glared at my father. But he wasn't there. He was in the kitchen. I quickly walked into the kitchen.

"Bella-"

"How can you invite him over, Dad?" I hissed the words as I came inside. Dad sighed.

"He's having some problems, Bells."

"He's James Anderson." I don't care what was going to with him. He was still the same guy in Seattle.

"Bella-"

"Today you planted that stuff in his car and now you're inviting him to live with us. Why?" I hissed. Dad looked away and folded his arms.

"I don't have to explain this to you, Bella. It's my house," he grumbled. I gasped at his words. His house. When did our home become his house? I tell you when, when James came through that door. I couldn't believe it. My own father brought home the guy who tried to rape me and then told me it was his house. Well… he can have his house all to himself and a rapist.

"Huh? Well enjoy you're house," I cried and left the kitchen, not even listen to Charlie's cry.

"Bella, listen-"

Instead of walking out the door, I first went into the living room to find James on the couch. On my couch. He looked up at me. His face was paler and he was skinner than usually, but I didn't care.

"Are you happy now?" I yelled at him. "What? Making high school hell for me wasn't enough for you that you came to my house? I hope you enjoyed creating a rift between me and my father! Why don't you back to yours?" I screamed at him.

"Bella!" Dad roared. I jumped in my spot. Dad never yelled like that. Especially not to me. "Apologise to James." I gaped at his insult.

Apologise to James Anderson? For what? Listening him make fun of me my whole life? Trying to rape me? What should I be sorry for?

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled at Charlie as I ran past them and grabbed my keys. Tears flowing down.

I didn't no where I was going. I just had to leave. I kept driving with tears in my eyes to an unknown destination. It would have been best to go to Leah's or something. But then, I would have to see Sue and I know her and Dad would talk about me on the phone while I was in Leah's room. I didn't want to talk or see Charlie right now. I had to be somewhere that was neutral. Suddenly, without realising it, I turned and took a road. It wasn't until later that I realised that the route was familiar. This was the road that led to Edward's house. I drove with tears in my eyes to Edward's place. Not knowing and not caring what it was that I was going to say to him when I reached the front door. I parked at the front and slowly walked towards the door. I don't know why I choose to come here.

I knocked on the door and not even a minute later it was open.

"Bella. Sweety!" Mrs. Cullen answered wearing a pink and while apron.

I had forgotten about the Cullens. What would I say to them? Why was I here?

"Come in, darling." She smiled as she led me into her home. I sniffed a little as I hunched over and walked, feeling awkward invading her home.

"Is Edward here?" I asked, looking down. Silence. I looked up to see her examining my face.

"No dear, he's at Emmett's. Is everything all right?" She asked sweetly. I could feel a sob trying to escape my throat. I had to push it in, not let it come out. Instead of responded to Mrs. Cullen by words I just nodded my head. Tears were coming down as I squeezed my eyes shut. Trying to keep them at bay.

"Bella?" Mrs Cullen's voice rang in my ears as I felt her hands on my shoulders. The walls, blocking the tears and the sobs, fell and all hell broke loose. I covered my face with my hands and cried in them. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Oh honey," she said.

"I had a huge fight with my Dad," I cried in between sobs. Mrs. Cullen patted my back.

"Hey, it's okay." She tried to comfort me. I let my hands fall from my face and wrap around her waist. Mrs. Cullen pulled me over to the leather sofa and told me to seat down and tell her everything. I was never a talker or a person who shared. But her face and her voice, it was so comforting. I felt like I could tell her anything and she would care about it. Was this what a mother was supposed to be like?

"I had a fight with Dad," I sniffed, wiping my tears.

"About what sweety?" She asked. I shook my head. I couldn't tell her about it. If I told her about James staying over then I had to tell her about Charlie arresting James and then I would have to tell her about Seattle. I couldn't.

"Okay, don't tell me. It's okay. Just say what you want to. Talk it through," she said, patting my hand.

"Charlie… did something that he knew would upset me and make me uncomfortable. And when I confronted him about it… he said… and I said…" I cried and Mrs. Cullen hugged me again.

"Hush. Hush, now. Have you had anything to eat, child?" She asked. I looked up at her with my puffy eyes. I never heard anyone ask me that before. Not Renee and not Charlie and when he did I would just make my own food. I shook my head slowly, feeling odd at the new experience.

"How about this? I'll make you something to eat, and then we can drink hot chocolate and wait for Edward, okay?"

I once again nodded. Mrs. Cullen quickly walked to the kitchen with me behind her as she made me something to eat. At first I thought she might make a sandwich or something. But I was wrong. She made me the largest sundae you could possibly imagine and made one for herself.

We sat there on the kitchen stools accompanying the island and talked.

"Bella, I understand you are upset, but you need to think with a clear head. I'm sure your father did what he did for a reason." I nodded as Mrs. Cullen tried to explain it to me.

"We all have issues with your parents. Some larger than the other. And that's what you got to see, Bella. You have to see what your father has done in the past and in the present and think, maybe he has a reason?"

"I guess," I muttered. I thought about what she said, and she was right. I could be with worse. Renee, Leah's Dad, Rosalie's parents and others.

"At least I know my Dad wouldn't abandon a teenage pregnant daughter," I muttered to myself. I heard a gasp follow. I turned to see Mrs. Cullen's eyes wide and her hand on her mouth. Her widen eyes looked at my stomach and I knew what she was thinking

Oh, no. Not again.

Before I could correct she spoke.

"Oh dear lord, that's what this was all about. No wonder you wanted to see Edward. Oh sweety, did your father say something to you about this. Look, it's a shook and all. How about this, you'll stay here and tomorrow I take you to Carlisle and he can exam you. You can stay here until my grand-daughter is born," she said quickly as she smiled at the idea of having a grandchild.

"No, no Mrs. Cullen-"

"Call me Gran." She smiled. It reminded me the time she asked me to call her Mum.

"I'm not pregnant. It's Rosalie Hale. Her parents kicked her out," I said.

"Oh, that poor child," Mrs. Cullen gasped. "Wait, did Edward know about this?" She frowned.

"Yeah, for a couple of weeks." I shrugged.

"That little…" Mrs. Cullen grumbled to herself. "He never tells me anything." She then looked at me and smiled.

"Dear, you're Edward's girlfriend and he's, he's so hard to talk to these days."

I knew I was treading on thin ice when I looked at Mrs. Cullen's face.

"I don't know what I can tell you, Mrs. Cul-"

"Maximum of three questions. I promise." She smiled. I sighed in defeat.

"Okay, but I can't and won't betray him and you can't tell him I told you anything."

Mrs. Cullen beamed. "Agreed. Is he doing drugs?"

"Nope," I said as I bit in my sundae. This was easy. Nothing shocking, right?

"How about sex?" I choked on my ice-cream when I heard her ask me that. She patted my back but did not stop.

"I understand if you two are… active. I won't forbid you from fondling my son, it's just… are you guys using protection. You want me to ask Carlisle to get you on the pill?" She asked. I shook my head furiously.

"You're not using protection?" she asked worriedly. I groaned and finally cleared my throat.

"No. There's no need for Dr. Cullen's… expertise," I said, blushing like crazy.

"Ohhh…" Mrs. Cullen nodded. "I'm glad you careful," she said.

Damn it. I was about to correct her when she continued.

"How is Edward during sex?" She asked. I was glad I wasn't eaten the ice-cream.

"Excuse me?" I squealed. His mother was asking about his sex life.

"Well… Carlisle and I both tried to teach him about the whole bird and the bees, how sex was more special when blended with love, the importance of protection and how women should be respected and not objectified. I was just asking… Is he… good to you?"

I gapped at her, too shocked to respond.

"Is he a gentleman, is he treating you well? He's not rough, is he?" She whispered the last part.

"No!" I shouted. She gasped at my reaction. I just wanted her to stop talking about Edward in the bedroom action. My face was burning.

"He's a perfect gentleman," I said. Mrs. Cullen beamed, proud of her son.

"You never told me how you two met?" She asked. I was glad for the topic changed.

"Umm… biology," I shrugged. It was the same story we told everyone else. We met in biology, we become lab partners and then we dated.

"No can do, baby doll. Tell me everything. The whole love story." Mrs. Cullen smiled. I was surprised by her question. No one had every asked me the whole story. I remembered hearing Alice and Rose's story on how they met Jasper and Emmett. I felt like mine was nothing compare to that. Then again, we really didn't have a story like the others. It was all fake. How can you make something so fake into something that felt real?

"Well… I was in art class, a couple of months ago and Edward came and was asking for me. He needed a… biology partner and heard I was in his class. He only knew my name but had no idea what I looked like. I had spent ten years going to the same small town school as him and he had no idea who I was. So he comes in and mistakes my friend as me and starts asking her to be his… biology partner."

"Oh no he didn't." I had to control my laughter as Mrs. Cullen went all ghetto.

"Yeah. He did. Finally, my friend screams to him that I am actually Isabella Swan and he's got the wrong girl. By then I felt like shit and didn't want to look at him. But he still asked and my friend told him to go screw himself," I giggled thinking about the first time Edward Cullen actually talked to me.

"And then?" Mrs. Cullen asked. I started thinking about what happened afterwards. How I thought about Edward's plan. How I wanted Jake back.

"Well… I needed a… biology partner. So I waited for him after his soccer practise and told him I was in. But I was really shy back then… kind of am now as well. And Edward didn't like me one bit. He got annoyed with my silence."

"Then?" Mrs. Cullen's curiosity reminded me of how I acted when asking the girls on how they met their true love.

"Well, he was the only biology partner I had. So we become… biology partners," I said uncertainly. He was the only choice I had. The only one who could help me.

"How did he ask you on your first date?" Mrs. Cullen giggled like a school girl.

"Well… Edward had just gotten out of a relationship and so did I, so we weren't looking for anything." I shrugged.

"Yeah, him and Tanya. But how did he make his first move."

His first move? I had to think back. I remembered when it really felt like our plan was in progress. I remembered how it was revealed about James's and Tanya's relationship. How upset Edward was. Once again I had to stretch the truth.

"Well… he was having a hard time with the break up so I took him out to this concert with me and my friends. And during the song… he kissed me." I blushed.

"Oh, your first kiss together. How was it?" She squealed. I felt like I was talking to an older Alice. I blushed as I thought about that night, at the concert.

"Everything happened so fast I didn't realise when it happened, but all of a sudden… he was kissing me. My heart was beating like African drums. It was like it wanted to escape from my chest. I felt light. Like any moment I would just float. My whole body started to heat up. And my breathing was unsteady." I couldn't believe it. I lied and made it sound so… real. Like if I was Alice or Rose talking about the love of their life.

"That's love there, sweety." Mrs. Cullen smiled sweetly at me.

"Oh, no." I shook my head. Love was not what I felt for Edward. I mean, I don't think I even liked him. Mrs. Cullen giggled and patted my hand.

"It's okay, I understand kids these days don't want use that word. To strong and means too much. Just hanging out and all." She smiled. "When I was your age, I denied being in love and blamed it on hormones. It took me a long time to find out what love really felt like."

I listened as Esme continued.

"When I was young I was sort of a hypochondriac. I mean I really bad one. I'd get a sneeze and I thought I had the Swine Flu or something. I would be the one telling the doctor about new diseases that are around. I would cry for nights thinking I would die or something. I pretty much had OCD, or as my parents like to call it… 'I had too much time on my hands.' I believe my son has received his OCD from me."

I giggled at the truth in her statement.

"I had a regular doctor who only went with my psycho behavior because my parents paid her well. At the age of nineteen I already had a shrink for six years. So my doctor had this intern she had to teach and what not, who was helping her with check ups and all. So one day I see this mole on my left breast and freak out. I get an appointment with my doctor and as I waited for her to come in… he walked in."

Mrs. Cullen had a sparkle in her eyes as she continued.

"I met up with the new intern doctor, an Adonis straight off a New York runway. I had called him Dr. Sweet-Ass, partly because I was not sure about his real name was and partly because that's what his name should be." Mrs. Cullen giggled, I joined in.

"Seriously, you could bounce a quarter of this guy's butt and believe me, I wanted to try. He was beautiful. Chiseled cheekbones, great smile, biceps, triceps and quadruple-iceps."

I giggled more as I heard Mrs. Cullen gush off like a school girl.

"Come on I was sixteen. I immediately felt under-dressed. And he was asking me questions. Like my weight and if I was sexually active. You know, what every girl wants to share with a hot doctor. And while he's rambling on, all I could think about was "I should have worn a slinky dress and heels. So then my doctor asks me why I came to see her and I tell her that I had cancer. She asked me to show her the mole and I was blushing like crazy because he was there. This hot guy had to see my barely there breast. I showed her mole on under my right breast. She took one look and told me it was a… raisin."

"What?" I gasped.

"Yep. My life threatening mole was a raisin. I heard him chuckle behind my doctor and I wanted to die. When I left, I met one of the nurses, a family friend, I opened my mouth and to her and said, 'God, he's so hot. How can you work with him? Don't you want to jump his bones?' At that exact moment, I heard him laughing and walking off behind me. I cringed and asked her if I said something really stupid, to which she laughed and answered, 'Oh but honey. It's so true.'

I went for my regular check up and she had brought up something… it front of my mother. Birth control pills. The intern was there as well. My mother beamed as she said that I had not to worry about those things. I wouldn't get pregnant because I was a good girl. She looked at me and smiled, waiting for me to agree that I would never sexually interested in a member of the male species, and that even if I were, my wretched intellect would render impossible any sort of normal sexual interaction that might otherwise occur before marriage. Mother was still looking at me as I stared down at my un-manicured hands, obliging. 'Yes mother,' I said, 'I am a good girl.' The intern tried to hold back a smile."

A smile appeared on my face as I heard Mrs. Cullen's story. I could see myself in her position and doing the same thing.

"I was finally dating this boy I liked at school, we had been dating for a fortnight now and I was going have sex with him on the weekend. That weekend I slept with him. It was uncomfortable at first, but it passed." For some reason, I didn't feel awkward, like I would normally.

"And then… I missed my period. Me being me thought I had cancer. But I was pregnant. And I cried, the intern was there to hold me as I cried. My boyfriend broke up with me, my father punched the wall and my mother disowned me. So I was left in my friend's guestroom, to crash. I wanted to keep it. I couldn't kill it." I nodded, understanding where she was coming from. Rose was going through the same thing. I think that was why Mrs. Cullen was so upset that Edward didn't tell her about Rose. She could have helped her during this time. oH

"I was pregnant and my doctor, who was paid by my parents, wasn't my doctor anymore. But then the intern said he would help me. I didn't mind it, you know it was a free clinic. He knew about my situation and had comforted me. I barely ever had to wait on him once at the clinic. He was truly and genuinely interested in me, a perfect gentleman, opening doors, almost protective of me in a way, and we got to know each other fast. He looked at me with a light in his eyes like he was attracted to me. Even after my prenatal visit he would continue to talk to me afterwards out in the lobby and make conversation with me.

The nurses there didn't seem to like me much and I think they noticed what was going on because they rarely gave me a kind word and it seemed like they were looking down on me. All my other doctors that I have ever had were quick, to the point, and gone before you could ask a second question." Suddenly, I realised something. Who was the intern and who was the boyfriend. If Dr. Cullen was the intern than wouldn't that back Edward the son of…

"Wait, is Edward… not Dr. Cullen's child. Is he's your old boyfriend's son?"

"Yes," Mrs. Cullen said. I gasped. But then she broke out laughing.

"I'm joking. Of course Edward's Carlisle's son. Have you not seen Edward's jaw line?" I nodded. I had seen them. I swear, if Edward died his hair he would look like Carlisle. Mrs. Cullen sighed as she continued.

"I lost my first child when I was three months pregnant due to a severe abnormality. The intern, now a resident, treated me and took care of me different from any doctor I have ever known. There were always what I felt sparks between us, a sort of electricity when we talked. We had developed a very emotional bond and deep connection. We had amazing chemistry. We spent time flirting. He joked with me. I admit that I had instigated some of it as well. I actually found myself less worried about diseases and happy just to seem him. He was the highlight of my days. But we didn't do much than talk, yet it felt so much more. My instincts told me that he wanted me to make the first move as he couldn't himself." I leaned in as Mrs. Cullen spoke with a smile on her face.

"So, he was examining me this one time. Just a usually check up. I told him, that he examined me as if something were wrong with me. He responded that he was just reacting to my complaint and asked what else was he supposed to do? I told him that I didn't come for examinations. I come here to see him."

"Then?"

"That was our first kiss and then ten weeks later we got married at city hall. A year later we had Edward and now we up to pace." Mrs. Cullen smiled and I returned her smile. "See, Bella you can't rush these things, nor can you slow them down. When I was sixteen I was ready to jump Carlisle's bones, but time didn't allow it. When he was by my side while I carried another man's child, it wasn't the right moment for me to fall for him. When I lose my child, it wasn't the right moment either. I had to learn from all my mistakes and decisions, ups and downs, to become the woman that would fall in love with him. I learnt and matured and understood what this blonde hair doctor meant to me. It took some time, but when the moment was right-"

"Bang," I whispered Alice's words. Mrs. Cullen nodded and smiled at me.

That… was a love story. So were Alice and Rose's. I sat there thinking about mine and Jake's. Sure it was cute, but it didn't contain this element. It was an epic tale of two souls.

"It's getting late, sweetie," Mrs. Cullen said as she looked at the clock.

"I'm not ready to go home just yet," I sighed, not wanting to see Charlie just yet. And not wanting to sleep under the same roof as James. Mrs. Cullen nodded.

"Hmm… let me call your father and tell him you're staying over tonight," Mrs. Cullen said as she got up.

"I don't want to impose, Mrs. Cullen-"

"Esme, sweetie and you're not," she cut me off and smiled. And I knew she meant what she said. It was at that moment that Mrs. Cullen became Esme to me.

Esme made us both a cup of hot chocolate and she even put a marshmallow in mine. I felt this was what I was missing out as a child. Hot chocolate on cold nights and cold sundaes on hot days. Esme and I were both sitting on the couch with a blanket over us as she took out the family album. Esme told me how she finally rekindled with her parents and they were present on her wedding day with Dr. Cullen. She showed me the photos and pointed out everyone. Dr. Cullen looked so much like Edward when he was young. There was no doubt, Edward was a Cullen. Esme went through the pages and I saw baby pictures of a baby girl. She had a full head of bronze hair and deep green eyes. She wore a pink frilly dress and had a pink head band on. In other pictured Carlisle and Esme were holding this baby girl. My heart fell as I realised this must be Edward's sister that he never told me about. I wonder why he hid her. I thought we had made progress.

"I didn't know Edward had a sister," I mumbled into my mug.

"Edward doesn't have a sister," she sighed.

"But then, who is that," I said as I pointed to the baby girl. In this picture she was holding a doll and had her short hair in pig tails. Must be a cousin or something. Esme laughed.

"That is Edward," she giggled. I gasped as I looked at the pictures again. There was one with the girl in a fairy costume and one in a tiara with flowers. This was Edward.

"I have always wanted a daughter and was sure I was currying one at the time. So I brought all these girl clothes. When he was born I couldn't just throw away all those pretty outfits and toys. I was also quite upset when I found out I couldn't have anymore children. That Edward was my only child. So, because I wanted a daughter so much, and I had all the outfits, I dressed him up as a girl when he was young." She smiled. I giggled as I saw more pictures of Edward as a baby girl.

"He's so cute," I giggled.

"I know. Oh! You have to see these ones," Esme sang as she showed me Edward's baby photos. There where hundreds of photos, more than I had of myself.

"I sometimes think I am to blame for Edward's isolated personality," Esme sighed.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Back in Chicago, I showed these pictured to one of the mums at Edward's pre-school. Her son over heard her talking about them and told the whole school that Edward was a girl. He was made fun of when he was a child because of his feminie face. Kids at his old school called him Edwina. Kids can be so cruel sometimes," she muttered, shaking her head.

"Don't I know," muttered to myself.

"It got so bad that Edward started becoming distant from us and other kids. He was having trouble at school as well, trouble concentrating. They thought he might have had dyslexia. His father put him on some medication, but that only made him more distant towards us. We decided to move. Carlisle found a job at Forks and we moved here. Edward quickly made friends with James and was once again that happy little boy I knew." Esme's smile fell and she sighed. "However, I don't think he really forgave me. I think he thinks it's going to happen again. That I'm going to do something and he would have to suffer again. I think he stills resents me for it." Esme turned around and have a small smile. "Am I a bad mother?" she asked in a whisper. I shook my head.

"No," I said strongly, "You were there for him. Others would have run away." Like Renee. I was sure Esme knew about Renee, the whole town did. But she didn't mention anything as she nodded her head.

"I was thankful to James," she said quietly.

"James? James Anderson? Why?" I scoffed.

"He was the first one to speak to Edward. I also heard from the teachers that he got in a fight for Edward when a kid made fun of him. James always had Edward's back." She smiled.

I remembered how James tripped Tyler when he was about to hit Edward and took no credit. He didn't do it because he wanted to show off or show Edward how he needed him. He did it because Edward would have gotten hurt.

"I'm worried. They used to be such good friends and now… I wonder what happened."

I happened.

"I don't know. James always seemed like a bully to me," I mumbled.

"Really?" Esme looked in shock. "He's such a sweet kid. Than again, I wouldn't be surprised if he had acted out."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Poor child. His mother died giving birth to him and his father is always out of town. He had a sister, but she's moved out. Kid's all alone. He had sleepovers here when they were young. I remember him looking around our house and us like we were from Narnia or something," she giggled. "He was always interest in both me and Carlisle and had to be dragged by Edward to play video games. He always had this upbeat singing voice when he talked to us. When Edward was gone to do something, he would come to me and tell me about his day. He would tell me how he got a gold star and how he beat Edward at a video game. He would beam when I told him that was amazing and that I was proud of him. He had grown up with Edward. He was here for Christmases and birthdays. Watching us from a distant, wanting. I felt the pain for that child. He had not family holidays. I used to buy him presents as well and tried to include him in our family. As time went by we saw less of Edward, but whenever we met James he would smile and asks us how we were doing. And when I would ask him about his day and school, he actually answered, instead of saying 'fine', 'okay', 'whatever'."

That didn't sound like the James I knew.

"Sometimes, I just think he's lonely. I mean, he lives in such a big place with no one. His father is out, his sister lives in another city and his mother is not with us. I think his only connection was Edward and I'm worried that if that was gone, what's left?"

I starred as Esme as she spoke these words. Which was the real James? The one I knew or the one that Esme did?

We heard a bang sound and next minute Edward was walking inside. He stopped when he saw me on the couch.

"Bella?" he said in confusion. Esme tried to hide the album, but it didn't go past Edward's eyes.

"What is that?" He growled as he pointed to the album.

"Nothing, I was just showing, Bella-" Esme stuttered.

"You told me you threw them out!" He yelled. I cringed at his voice.

"Edward-"

"Why can't you stop? Are you really that selfish?" Edward growled.

"They are apart of you, Edward," Esme said timidly.

"Huh? And that's why you show the whole world," he yelled.

"Edward I-" I was about to explain when Edward turned and glared at me.

"And what are you doing here?" he hissed.

"Edward! Don't talk to her like that," Esme said sternly.

"You always wanted a daughter, right? Why don't make her your daughter, dress her up and leave me the fuck alone," he screamed.

"Edward!" I heard Dr Cullen roar. I jumped in my spot. I never heard Dr. Cullen speak in a loud voice, let alone roar. "Apologise to your mother."

"I hate you," Edward hissed at his mother and ran up the stairs.

It was weird as I sat there with a crying mother and tired father. The scene before felt familiar and then I realised why.

I did the same thing with Charlie. Without letting him explain himself first, I started yelling and cursing.

It was a weird sense of Déjá Vu.

(~*~)

I walked up the stair into Edward's bedroom. I told the Cullens that I go talk to him. It was all my fault anyway. I came here and this all happened. And… because I kind of knew how he felt.

I knocked on the door.

"Fuck off!" I heard Edward grumble.

I opened the door and saw Edward lying on his bed, on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow case.

"It's me," I mumbled.

"Fuck off," he grumbled in his pillow. I sighed as I walked over and sat on his bed side, my feet on the side were swinging.

I sat there for a while, waiting for him to say the first words.

"Did you have a good laugh?" he grumbled in his pillow. I didn't want to laugh.

"You looked adorable," I mumbled. He groaned in his pillow. I sighed.

"You're lucky," I said. Edward didn't say anything make. He just scoffed.

"I don't have any childhood pictured. Like baby ones. Apparently, Renee didn't look good in them so she threw them out and she didn't take any that were just of me. She wanted to be the centre of attention," I sighed.

"Just leave, Bella. Go home," he mumbled in his pillow.

"I can't," I said. Edward shot up and glared at me.

"And why the fuck can't you?" he roared. Tears started rolling down my face.

"Oh great. Just cry. That's fantastic," he grumbled and fell back into his pillow. I took my shoes off and placed my feet on his bed, cuddling them.

"James is at my place," I whispered. Edward turned around and looked up at me, his head still on the pillow. "He's sleeping over. I tell my father that James tried to rape me and he lets him in the house to sleep for God knows when. I… I can't sleep knowing he's there. I'm scared that I'll be in my bed and wake up with him on top of me and his hand on top of my mouth…" I cried as I thought about Seattle. Edward sprang up and held me as I cried into his chest.

I cried and held tightly to him. This was what I needed. All day I was looking for something. It was him. I clung to him like my life depended on it as I let all my emotions out. He rubbed my back and soothed me. When the tears stopped I looked up at Edward.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you," he said softly as I sniffed.

"You shouldn't have yelled at your mother," I whispered into his chest.

"She just frustrates me sometimes."

"You shouldn't have yelled at her," I responded.

"I'm not going to apologise," he said sternly.

"Why?"

"Because it was coming to her. I'm not at fault," he huffed as he held me.

"She told me. About why you moved here."

"Is there anything she won't talk about?" he said darkly. I started rubbing my hands up and down his chest. Trying to soothe him.

"She thinks you still resent her because of it," I said. Edward sighed.

"I don't. It was a long time ago. I'm over it," he grumbled.

"Doesn't seem like it," I said as I looked up to him.

"You try having the whole school call you names when you're six," he hissed.

"I have," I replied. Edward looked down at me and smiled softly.

"Touché," he said.

"You shouldn't have taken your anger at you parents," I sighed as I rubbed my hands up and down on his chest.

"Neither should have you," he replied.

"Touché," I giggled softly. Edward chuckled and I held him tighter.

"You're not going to tell anyone about the… pictures, are you?" he said. I could hear the fear and uncertainty in his voice. I looked up and glared at him. He should know I would never do that. Especially to him.

"Sorry." He smiled, finally understanding.

"I am jealous though," I said with my arms still wrapped around him.

"Jealous?" he asked as he weaved his hands though my hair.

"I always wanted a Hello Kitty tea set," I giggled.

"Ha ha ha," he muttered unemotionally. I looked up and placed my palm on his cheek. He looked down at me with those green eyes.

"I don't think less of you." I told him. He gave me his famous crooked smile and my heart skipped a beat.

(~*~)

Edward was true to his words and did not apologise. However, he did sit for dinner which was all Esme wanted. Dr. Cullen was less than happy. I had never seen Dr. Cullen in such a sour mood. The room was so serious. I knew I had to do something. I knew what I had to do. I feared to do it. But it was for the greater good.

"How was work today, Dr. Cullen?" I asked as we began eating dinner.

"Fine," he mumbled.

"No interesting stories? I could go for a laugh after the day I had," I said. Dr. Cullen looked up and gave a sheepish smile.

"Well since you asked…"

"No, Carlisle," Esme scowled.

"But she asked." Dr. Cullen pouted. He looked like a little child. So adorable.

"Dad please don't," Edward groaned. Dr. Cullen turned and glared at Edward, losing the adorable pout.

"Why? Embarrassed, Edward?" He glared. I quickly tried to divert the topic.

"Please Dr. Cullen. Go on." I smiled. Dr. Cullen beamed a smile back at me.

"Well… I was on duty in the Emergency Room this one time. When a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing, entered. It was quickly determined she had acute appendicitis, so she was scheduled for immediate surgery. When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, I noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green, and above it there was a tattoo that read, 'Keep off the grass.' So once the surgery was completed, I wrote a short note on the patient's dressing."

"Dad," Edward groaned.

"Carlisle that is inappropriate at the table," Esme sighed, shaking her head. I looked around not understanding what he wrote. Dr. Cullen must have told this story before if Esme and Edward both know the ending.

"What did you write?" I asked.

"Sorry, had to mow the lawn,' both Edward and Esme mumbled out of boredom, obviously hearing this story more than once. Noticing both spoke at the same time they looked up and smiled at each other.

"Hey! You stole my punch line." Pouted Dr. Cullen. I giggled as I remembered Esme talking about how she thought Dr. Cullen was hot when she was young. I realised that everyone was laughing around the table. I smiled as I realised that they were finally acting like a family.

"I can't tell you who, but you know this couple." Dr. Cullen was telling another one of his stories as we ate dessert.

"So this couple hobbled into the emergency room a few weeks ago. The man had his hands around his abdomen and the woman had hers around her head. He was found to have a nasty gash on his penis and his girlfriend was suffering from burns."

I blushed as Dr. Cullen said the 'P' word. God, I was such a child. What do you expect? I have never actually seen one in real life.

"I asked how this incident came about. So what happened was that while the man was making pancakes the woman administered oral sex to the man. While she was orally pleasing him, overcome with passion, he accidentally spilled some hot oil onto her back."

"Ahh," I gasped. That would have burnt. Poor woman.

"That's not the worst bit. Because of the pain, she clamped down and she bit into his penis rather hard."

"Ahh," Edward groaned.

"Wait, there is still more. Subsequently, in agony and desperation, the man ended up hitting the woman on the head with the pan he was using."

"Oh God," Esme gasped.

"He underwent four hours of surgery to repair the damage from her teeth." Dr. Cullen finished his story.

"Was it the Mallory?" Asked Esme curiously.

"I told you, Honey. I can't say," Dr. Cullen groaned. Esme looked at me and smiled.

"It was," she giggled as she nodded her head. Esme then turned to Dr. Cullen in all seriousness. "You know this wouldn't have happened if they used spray oil. I mean, it worked with us."

I sat there like a deer in headlights as Esme and Dr. Cullen talked about their… afternoon delights?

"I think you should show Bella her room?" Edward quickly intervened.

"Yes! It's right next to mine. Come sweetie," Esme gushed as she quickly got up and lead me upstairs.

Esme gave me the guest room that was next to theirs. It was decorated pink and purple, a little too girly for my taste, but still very beautiful. She told me it used to be Edward's until he said he wanted the other room. So when he moved she decorated it as she wished. Esme went to get something for me to wear. I hadn't realised that I had not toothpaste, no clothes or anything. I couldn't sleep in my jeans and a shirt. Esme entered the room with a small light blue satin night dress which ended at mid thigh. I was beautiful and felt great on my finger tips. Esme told me she had this when her and Dr. Cullen where newlyweds and now it was too small for. I told her thanks as she left the room.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom that Esme showed me. Without thinking I turned the knob and walked it. I looked up to find Edward stepping out of the shower and putting on a towel. He had the towel around his backside and was about to fold it, when I walked in. Sadly, for me, I wasn't looking down, or up, I was looking mid-way when I walked in… so. I caught an eye full. I stared and slowly looked up to find a shocked Edward.

"Ehhh…" was the only sound I made as I quickly shut the door, the last thing seen was Edward putting his towel. I shut the door cursing at myself.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I quickly ran towards the guest room and hid there. I jumped on the bed and hid my face in the pillow.

Well… maybe I won't blush so much when someone says the 'P' word.

I heard a knock at my door.

"Bella?" It was Esme. I looked up to see her standing in the doorway. "Edward wanted me to tell you the bathroom is free," she said sweetly.

"Umm… Edward?" I asked shyly, blushing like crazy. Apparently seeing it increases the blushing.

"Oh, he's gone to sleep. He's an early sleeper and waker. Goodnight, Bella," Esme said.

"Goodnight, Esme," I said. She smiled. I realised that was the first time I called her Esme out load. She was no longer Mrs. Cullen too me.

I got my night dress and walked to the bathroom, this time checking if anyone was there first. I was taking a shower and realised that I had no soap or shampoo. I sighed and looked around. Esme told me she and Dr. Cullen had a bathroom to themselves. I assumed that the shampoo, conditioner and soap all belonged to Edward. I hoped he didn't find, I thought as I grabbed the shampoo and started washing my hair.

I walked out of the shower and dried myself off. I was thankful that I at least had my contact solution in my school backpack, forgetting to take it out of Nessie when I got home. I took my contacts out and put on my glasses, then slipped into my underwear and Esme's night dress.

I walked out and was headed to the guest room when I heard music, from down stairs. I followed the music and hid behind the rails as I watched down and saw where the music came from.

It was Esme and Dr. Cullen. They playing a record, I didn't know anyone still had them, in the living room. The danced next to the fire place as the song played on. Esme had her arms around Dr. Cullen's neck and her hand his hands on her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder and he rested his lightly on her head.

Dr. Cullen grabbed on Esme's hand and spined her around, brining her back to him as the swayed together.

Dr. Cullen then grabbed on to Esme's waist and dipped her. They looked at each other and they kissed. I felt like I was intruding so I slowly and quietly got up, just as Dr. Cullen lifted Esme in his arms and started walking up the stairs. I quickly walked into the guest room and closed the door.

I was finally settled in bed, just about to fall asleep when I heard voices from the other room. Words of love and comfort and then… I heard moans and groans. I cringed as I realised what was happening in the next room. I tried not to listen and just fall asleep. It didn't work. It got louder and I heard the bed springs. I gasped and quickly got out of be and headed out of the room. I need to get out. When I got out, I could still hear them. I walked away, back to the stairs, blindly as all the lights were off.

As I walked in the dark I saw a line of light that came from upstairs. The third floor. Edward's library. I blindly walked up the stairs and opened the door. There was Edward sitting at his desk reading a book.

"You really don't knock, do you?" he quipped. I blushed.

"I'm sorry about that," I stuttered as I tried to not picture his… yeah. That. My glasses were slipping down my nose and I pulled them back up.

That's it!

"Umm… I wasn't wearing my contacts in or my glasses… so I couldn't see much. Don't worry," I stuttered as I pointed to my glassed. I could say that I was as blind as a bat. I didn't see anything.

"Thank God." Edward let out a breath.

"Well… I think were even know," I giggled awkwardly. He walked in on me and I walked in on him. Edward chuckled nervously.

"What you doing up this late?" Edward asked, trying to change the subject.

"Um… well… I… couldn't go to sleep…" I stuttered as I tried to erase my memories.

"Oh…" Edward nodded.

"What?" I asked.

"Bella, there was a reason I switched rooms," he said.

"Oh." I nodded. "What are you doing up?" I asked as I walked over to him at his desk. Edward closed the book and sighed.

"Woke up. I don't sleep well. I'm a light sleeper." He smiled lightly.

"Ha! I'm the opposite. An earthquake couldn't wake me," I laughed. Edward quirked his brow.

"But my parents did?" he smirked.

"I wasn't asleep yet," I grumbled as I blushed. I looked around the room to avoid Edward's chuckle and my eyes landed on his piano. I remembered Edward playing Nature Boy and how beautiful it was.

"Hey? What happened to my piano lessons?" I asked him cheerfully. Edward furrowed his brows.

"You want to play now? In the middle of the night?" he asked, confused. I shrugged.

"I can't go to sleep and neither can you," I said simply.

"Fine," he sighed as he got up from his desk, walked around and sat down at his piano. I walked around and sat down next to him. I placed my fingers on the keys and started playing them randomly, creating a horrific sound. Edward shook his head.

"Okay," Edward began, "You first have to learn fingering."

"What?" I gasped and slammed the keys down in shock, creating a disorientated noise. Edward quirked his brow as I blushed in my cheeks down to my neck.

"Piano fingering. You know, finger placement on the piano keyboard," Edward smirked.

For a second there I thought he was talking about… my cheeks heated up just by the thought.

"I knew that," I muttered as I blushed.

"Sure you did. You're mind wasn't anywhere near the gutters," he chuckled.

Edward then talked about the importance of… fingering. I blushed every time he said it. It wasn't my fault. It felt like every word he spoke was an innuendo.

"Our fingering determines our sound. Using different fingers changes dynamics and articulation in subtle and sometimes dramatic ways."

"Good fingering is based on the natural shape of the hand."

"Ultimately, the goal of fingering should be to achieve the desired sound."

"Start very slowly until you can do it smoothly without looking at your fingers, then increase your speed."

Edward held my hand in his as he explained the rules of piano fingering.

"The first rule of piano fingering is that the shorter fingers play the longer keys, and the longer fingers play the shorter keys. The shorter fingers are the thumb and pinky, fingers 1 and 5," he said as he wiggled my pinky and thumb. "The longer fingers are the index, middle and ring fingers, fingers 2, 3 and 4."

"One of the reasons it's so essential to know all of your piano scales is so you can play the piano with the most natural and effective fingering," he said. I couldn't help and giggle. Edward glared at me. He pushed my hand away and shoved it back to me.

"If you're not going to take this seriously, then forget it," he grumbled. I was surprised by his harshness. Where was the Edward who was locked up with me in the cell? It seemed like Edbot was back. I sighed as I apologised and said I wouldn't laugh.

Edward gave me simple exercises to do to test my piano fingering. I had to ask him something that was going through my head since Esme told me about Edward's past.

"I know it's bad to say this, but I like that you were bullied when you were young," I said softly as I played the keys.

"What?" He hissed. I cringed at his reaction.

"I don't know, it makes you more… human," I said softly, not daring to look at his face.

"Was I an alien before?" he asked bitterly.

"To me," I whispered to myself. But he heard. I didn't dare to look at him, but I could feel his gaze at me. I could tell it wasn't one of angry, but one of realisation. And that gaze was more terrifying than anger. I finally stopped playing and looked up at his face. He looked at me like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. The room felt so intense. I had to do something.

"You looked really pretty in pigtails," I giggled softly. Edward groaned, but it wasn't one of despair. It was more… humorous. I giggled and messed up Edward's hair with my hand, knowing he hated it when you messed up his hair. Edward grabbed my wrist before I could retrieve it. He used his free hand and lifted the flimsy strap of my night grown.

"Nice nightie by the way." He smirked. I gasped and suddenly felt naked by his burning eyes, making my heart beat faster. Edward chuckled as he let go of my hand and told me to go back to playing the keys. I took a deep breath as I tried to play the keys.

"No, that's not how you do it," he growled. Edward was a bad teacher. I had been practising this for an hour and still, he wasn't satisfied. He lacked patience and got up me every second.

"But it's so hard," I whined and crossed my arms.

"It's not that hard." Edward rolled his eyes.

"You do it then," I huffed. Edward smirked as he placed his fingers on the keys and played… perfectly.

"See… I'm not even looking and I can finger better than you." He smirked at he looked directly at me while playing.

"That's because you've been fingering longer than I have," I whined. I looked at his long and delicate fingers as the played beautiful music.

"Well that's not fair. Look at my small fingers. I can't reach the places you can with you super long fingers. You got longer and stronger fingers than me, no wonder your fingering his better than mine," I huffed and crossed mine. I sat there pouting. The room was silence until Edward finally spoke.

"That's what she said," he chuckled. My eyes widen as I took double meaning on what I had just spoken. I cringed and blushed as I turned away from Edward, hiding my face. Edward laughed louder as he pulled me into his arms. I hid my face in his chest as he patted my back.

I don't know when, but somewhere, I fell asleep in his arms listening to his laughter as if it was a lullaby.

(~*~)

I woke up next morning not remembering how I got back into the guest room. I would have happily gone straight to school and not worry about going home. But two reasons stopped me. One, Esme. She told me that my father would have been worried and that I need to talk to him. Things wouldn't get better if I hid of them. And the second, I didn't have clean clothes. I wouldn't have minded if I wore something of Esme, but I needed a clean pair of underwear. That wasn't me talking, that was hygiene.

I drove to school and Edward got a lift from Emmett. Edward was annoyed because Rose would also be in Em's jeep. Let's just say if we thought Rose was bad before, now with her gaining weight she more pissed off than every.

I drove to my house and parked in the driveway. Dad's cruiser was there. I just hoped James wasn't. My hopes were broken the moment I got into the house. There he was talking on his phone on the couch. He looked up and saw me come in, but the looked back down as he talked on his phone.

I glared at him than quickly walked past and up the stairs. Charlie was just about to head down stairs when he saw me and halted in his steps.

"Bella," he sighed in relief and smiled.

"I have to change and get ready for school," I muttered and walked off into my room.

I got my clothes and showered. Usually I would have just taken a shower and decided what to wear when I got into my room. But I didn't feel comfortable walking in a towel in my house. I didn't feel safe in my own home. Than again, it was Charlie's house, not mine. I was in my room brushing my hair when I heard a knock. I jumped, thinking it was James when Charlie opened the door. I looked away and made myself busy in getting ready for school, even though I had nothing left to do. Charlie sat down on the end of my bed.

"Bella I need to tell you something about James," he said out of the blue. That was the good thing about Charlie. He didn't beat around the bush. I pretended I didn't hear him, going on with my silent treatment. Charlie sighed.

"I asked James if I could tell you. It's kind of personal and private. But he said I could, if you promise not to tell anyone, not even Edward." Dad said seriously. I once again ignored him as I walked around the room.

"Will you stop this child like behave and sit down and listen," he grumbled. I huffed in annoyance and then sat on the rocking chair at the far end of the room.

"We took James to the station. I only planned to humiliate him, I didn't know…" he cringed and shook his head. I sat up straight in my chair, curious as to what made him have this reaction. What did Charlie need to tell me about James? Why did he have to ask James's permission to tell me? Why didn't he want Edward to know? What was going on?

"We stripped search him. You know, make him feel vulnerable," Dad mumbled as if he was trying to convince himself about something. Dad looked up and me and stared into my eyes.

"He had marks on his body," Dad said.

Marks? What kind of marks?

"At first we thought maybe he got into fights or whatever. But, there were cigarette burns and…" Dad cringed as he talked about the burns and marks that looked like they were from a previous fight. I now understood what marks Charlie was talking about. Bruises and burns.

"… He had scares on his back. Long and wide marks. We think they might have come from a… belt." I gasped at Charlie's words. A belt? How did James get them from a belt? And Charlie did say that it wasn't from fighting anyone. Then how?

"There were some fresh ones and ones that were quite old," Dad said. Old and new. This wasn't a one time thing. It was happening for a long period. I still couldn't add it up. Not until Dad final called it.

"We think James's dad… beats him." My eyes widen. James gets physically abused from his father.

"We asked James but he denied. But after some time, he finally admitted it, but told us not to tell anyone."

Some how, slowly but eventually, I absorbed what was happening around me. Dad had taken James under his roof when he found out James was being beaten by his father. I felt sick. Here I thought I was unsafe in my home, but truly it was James who was never safe in his home. I felt sick that I was selfish to see my own pain and comfort and miss others well being.

Yes, I had been emotionally abused, but at least I could say that I was never physically harmed. And it wasn't uncommon that with physical pain came the emotional baggage.

I looked at Dad who was staring at me. His face was strong, but his eyes were soft and begging.

"We can't send him back there, Kiddo."


AN: Dah Dah Dahhh

People who haven't read James POV and having trouble understanding what is going on. I sugguest reading. OMG so much has happened. Yes i wanted them to be in jail and have that 'moment', how do you like Charlie with another plan for revenge of boys that hurt Bella. Jake and James. What do you guys think of James now? Hate or Like? Edward had no part in this one. How about Esme... her questions about her sex life. LOL. How about her love story with the doc. And the doc's stories. LOL the pancake story is true. Google it... if you dare. How about Edward being bullied. I thought it would explain him more. It was kind of last minute and it flowed. I thought it would be a good connection between the two. How about Edward teaching Bella fingering. Sorry... i was giggling the whole time... lol... fingering. Sorry.

Okay, if you found some of the scenes fimilar here is a list of show that inspired this chapter... How i met your mother, Supernatural, Daria, Veronica Mars and some stuff from a korean drama. If i offended anyone... Im sorry.

So much happened hopefully it was worth the wait. Next chap: James story concludes, scene with him and Bella (closure). Charlie has some interesting news that will make Bella want to join the circus.

Review and tell me what you guys think. Hope you all loved it. Thanks for reading, sorry about spelling/grammar mistakes and I'm now off to my little cave to hide.