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Paparazzi

Chapter 12: Hide and Go Seek

I burst out the door of the cabin and ran for cover in the trees. Not knowing how much time I had before he woke up, I sprinted as fast as I could.

Seconds later, the door opened with a bang and Edward screamed, "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, BELLA!"

I shivered, not from the chill of the evening air, but with fright. His voice sounded so deranged and lethal; surely, this couldn't be the same person who'd tenderly spent the last few days with me?

"GET BACK HERE NOW!"

Without a moment's hesitation, I continued to run, trying to push my legs faster. Regardless of whatever the hell we'd just done a few hours ago, there was no way that I was ever going back to that cabin. He'd forced me into it, and had I come to my senses, I would've pushed him off of me…but the pleasure had been overwhelming at the time, too powerful to resist.

"YOU BELONG TO ME! WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!"

The sound of his stomping footsteps urged me onward. I must escape! If I could only get away from him, I could call that number I'd heard over the radio station…. They would surely send help for me!

Looking backward over my shoulder, I noticed his coppery hair about thirty paces behind me. He was a lot faster than I had expected. I dipped among the trees, hoping that they would effectively hide me. Dropping down into a crouch behind a bush, I put my hand over my mouth to silence my heaving breaths. Please, God, don't let him find me!

Edward stopped at the edge of the forest, twelve feet from my hiding place. I was disgruntled to see that he was hardly out of breath. Peering left, then right, he surveyed the area, searching for any trace of my presence. I closed my eyes, just like a child does when they believe that, if their eyes are shut, nobody will be able to see them.

"Bella…" he began softly. The sound of his voice made the hair at the back of my neck stand up. "You can run, but you can't hide. I will find you, Bella. I will find you and you will stay with me forever."

Edward crept silently forward, coming closer and closer to my hiding spot. When his foot inadvertently stepped on a dried twig, my eyes opened with a snap; he was just on the other side of the bush that I was crouching behind. I prayed that I wouldn't faint.

In one fluid moment, he reached over the top of the bush and grabbed my upper arm. "There you are!" he shouted joyously. Then, he glowered as he said, "How dare you run away from me!"

I wiggled furiously, attempting to extricate my arm from his firm grasp.

"Be still," Edward commanded crossly. He was very displeased that I was fighting him. Yanking me upright, he began to drag me back toward that horrible cabin.

"LET ME GO!" I screamed, hoping that someone – anyone – would hear me and come to my rescue.

"Don't be like this, sweetheart," Edward hissed menacingly.

My heart momentarily stopped when I heard the venom in his voice. I knew that he was going to hurt me if he ever managed to get me back inside the cabin. With astounding clarity, I instinctively realized that I had to get away from him, regardless of how I did it.

"Bella, behave," he chided, making me feel like a disobedient toddler.

With renewed vigor, I struggled until I had maneuvered myself into a striking position. Quick as a flash, I raised my leg and kneed him, as hard as I could manage, directly in his groin.

With a grunt of pain, Edward's hand released my arm. Without hesitation, I sprinted forward and didn't even look back once.

I ran through the forest rapidly, past enormous fir trees and dangerous fallen branches. At the other end of the forest, a large, rocky clearing stood before me. An enormous waterfall cascaded over the gray rocks into a rushing stream. Seeing only one path that I could follow, I quickly scrambled up the rocks and tried to cross the stream by hopping across the wet rocks. Halfway across the stream, I realized that this probably wasn't the smartest of plans because the rocks were treacherously slick with water. The water in the stream sloshed over the rocks, completely soaking my shoes, and the waterfall produced a mist that quickly covered my skin and clothing.

Three rocks from the opposite side of the stream, I heard Edward yell, "BELLA! COME BACK TO ME!"

Startled, I jerked my head backward to look at him. Fearful of the crazed look in his green eyes, I pressed onward, forcing myself to concentrate.

I jumped to the next rock. My wet shoes slid across the wet, smooth surface of the rock before I finally managed to grip the rock. Two more to go and then I reach the shore!

The sound of loud splashing made my heart beat faster and I reflexively looked toward the direction that the sound had come from. Instead of jumping across the rocks like I had done, Edward had leapt into the stream and was swimming toward me. His powerful strokes were bringing him closer and closer to me. Panicking, I jumped toward the next rock.

Suddenly, a cold, wet hand grabbed my left ankle. I screamed in terror. "GET OFF ME!"

"Bella," he panted, his hair dripping water into his eyes.

"I'm not going back to you…EVER!" I shrieked anxiously as I tried to shake him off.

Edward continued to pull on my ankle, trying to keep me from jumping ashore. I stretched my leg, trying to distance myself from my crazy captor.

In one awkward moment, he yanked on my ankle at the exact second that I leapt toward the final rock. Caught off balance, my body twisted uncomfortably and I began to fall. With a grunt of pain, the back of my head struck a rock before my body slipped into the cold, dark water.

"BELLA!" Edward screamed.

As the pain radiated throughout my body, I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my torso and bring my face toward the surface of the water.

"Oh, my darling, Bella," Edward crooned lovingly.

His voice sounded like it was coming from a far-away distance. Spots flew before my eyes and I suddenly was overwhelmingly sleepy.

"Stay awake, sweetheart."

Although I was glad to hear the tender tone return to Edward's voice, I couldn't obey his request. My eyelids drooped.

"Bella, stay with me. You must…I can't live without you."

The water swirled around us as Edward swam toward the shore. As he carefully lifted me onto the sandy shore, I got a quick glimpse of the waning moon before everything went completely black.


Eventually, my eyes opened. My vision was blurry as I slowly recognized my surroundings – I was lying on a soft surface, staring at the wooden rafters of the ceiling of the cabin. A blaze of heat warmed the left side of my face. Turning my head slowly to see if I was alone, a ragged gasp was wrenched from my throat at the movement.

"Bella," Edward whispered, crouching down next to my side. He placed a cool washcloth on my forehead. I noticed that his face was pinched with anxiety. "You're awake…finally."

I tried to speak, but merely listening to his words made me dizzy.

"I've been so worried about you," he continued softly, patting my hand. "So worried."

I wondered why my head hurt. I couldn't remember hitting it on anything.

"Are you cold?" Edward asked considerately.

I looked at him, hoping that he could read my answer in my eyes.

Edward adjusted the blanket covering me and pointed toward my clothes hanging on a clothesline near the lit fire. "Your clothes will be dry soon."

I wiggled my arm, which was under the blanket, and realized that I had no clothes on.

"What happened?" I croaked softly, in a voice that I didn't recognize as my own.

"We were swimming together and you got too close to the waterfall. You hit your head on a rock! I saved you just before you…passed out. Oh, darling, don't ever do anything like that to me again!" he cried desperately.

I closed my eyes, too weak to respond. Had I had the strength, I would've said, Yes, Edward.


I woke up to the smell of burning meat – my mouth watered in response. I was so hungry that I knew that I would eat whatever he would graciously provide me with.

"Bella, dear? Are you up?" a voice called from somewhere off to my right.

"Hmm?" I tried to sit up as I opened my eyes. I frowned slightly, squinting. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the afternoon daylight yet.

"I have food for you, love," he said. I looked up – he was standing right in front of me.

"Thanks," I croaked. He put a bite up to my mouth, and I took it.

"Mmm! This is delicious," I murmured in between bites.

"It's rabbit." I stopped chewing – the idea of eating a fluffy little innocent creature disturbed me, but I found myself unable to care. I was too hungry. I shrugged slightly and continued eating. He smiled and sat next to me, starting to eat as well.

I turned my head, looking to see if he had any more rabbit left. "Ouch!" A searing pain shot up the back of my head.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

"My head…" I rubbed it.


The next few days were filled with the same routines. Breakfast. Outhouse visit. Talk. Lunch. Make out. Talk. Sit and stare at each other when finished talking. Talk some more. Bathroom. Edward hunting while I nap. Edward cooks. Dinner. Outhouse visit. Talk. Kiss Edward as he gropes and kisses. Put on nightgown. Sleep. Repeat.

But after four days of this, it changed at dinner. He spoke.

"It's not getting any better, is it?" he said as he spotted me rubbing my head again.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said quickly.

"You're not…fine, Bella. You wouldn't be rubbing your head like that if you were fine," he said tensely, trying to repress his anger. He wasn't mad at me, was he? I can't have him mad at me…I couldn't bear it.

"I'm sorry," I said, biting my lip – I couldn't let those traitor tears fall.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, love, I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that." I sniffed. "Come here," he said tenderly. He wrapped me up in his arms, pulling me into a warm cocoon of loving arms. I nuzzled into his chest, feeling completely safe. Nothing could harm me when Edward was around.

"We'll have to take you to a hospital if you don't get better soon," he announced quietly, almost to himself.

"Okay," I agreed easily, glad that he didn't appear to be upset with me anymore.


Later on after dinner (this time we'd eaten part of a moose), I unintentionally yawned while Edward rambled on about something. He zeroed in on it right away.

"You're tired," he stated simply.

"Yes, I'm tired," I agreed. He nodded to himself, looking determined.

"Well, let's go to bed. I'm tired, too." He smiled lightly before turning around as he pulled his shirt over his head. I tried not to stare at the sculpted muscles at his back. I blushed as I heard him unbuckle his belt. I looked around (trying to distract my eyes from wandering to a certain somewhere), searching for my nightgown. It wasn't anywhere in the usual corner that I always put it in.

"Where is it?" I asked him curiously.

"Where's what?" he said innocently. He still had his back to me as he pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers.

"My nightie," I said, trying not to sound panicked. I didn't think I was ready to be naked around him just yet.

"Hmm?" he said in a noncommittal tone, turning around. He looked at me as though he didn't know what we were talking about. "What nightie?"

"The nightie that I've been wearing every night." Agitation accidentally seeped into my voice. My eyes widened – I hadn't meant to be rude. I'm sorry! My mind cried out to him.

"Oh, that. It's in the car," he said casually, slipping off his boxers. He walked toward me, and my eyes involuntarily looked down to see his manhood swinging back and forth as he swaggered forth. I closed my eyes quickly, not wanting to be tempted to peek at him again. He chuckled; it was a rich, deep, throaty sound.

I could feel his presence, feel his body heat radiate toward me. He kissed my forehead sweetly as his arms slinked around my waist.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered softly. "It's only me…. It's only me," he repeated over and over again as he started to kiss my temple…my cheek…my neck. Slowly. Very slowly. He stopped at my neck, continuing to kiss the pulse point. Getting tired of that, he suddenly, and without warning, licked up the length of my neck. I shivered slightly in response.

"I want my nightgown," I said shakily as his hand cupped a breast, massaging the perky mound.

"Of course you do," he purred. "But" – kiss – "you" – kiss – "can't" – long, sloppy kiss to my shoulder – "have it," he murmured in a distracted and aroused, yet taunting tone.

I pushed him away slightly. He blinked in surprise, his eyes widening. I saw the anger beginning to build. "Give me my nightgown, Edward," I said calmly.

He stood there for a moment. Then his eyes narrowed. "Fine," he said dangerously.

I stood there, standing rooted to my current spot, not daring to follow him or even just move. The cabin door slammed shut a few seconds later.

I didn't know what had upset him so much – I only wanted to wear my nightgown that he'd bought me – but it deeply concerned me. I honestly didn't want to make him mad; I got a lot of pleasure out of making Edward happy.

"Here," Edward said shortly as the door burst open.

"Thanks," I said politely, wanting him to be happy with me again. I went to him and cautiously grabbed my pajamas from his hands. Shrugging out of my shirt in front of him, I slipped the silky fabric on before removing my jeans.

Edward stared at me for several moments and it was clear that the wheels were spinning inside his brain. With a strange expression on his face, he finally said, "No."

"No, what?" I asked, confused.

"No to your nightie," Edward said, pointing at the pink gown. "Take it off."

"Take it off?" I repeated, astonished. "Then, what am I supposed to wear?"

Edward raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that obvious?"

I looked around the room. I didn't see any other pajamas anywhere. What did he expect me to wear? I shook my head. "No, Edward, it isn't obvious. Did you buy me a new nightie?" I asked hopefully.

"Certainly not."

"Well, if I don't wear this, then what do you want me to wear?"

"Bella," he said as his green eyes flashed maliciously. "I don't want you to wear anything to bed tonight."

"What?" My face immediately flushed. "I can't do that!"

"Why not? You are my wife, after all." A triumphant smile creased his lips.

"Yes, but…" Wait – did he just say what I think he said?

"Isabella Cullen," he demanded, "Take that off, right now!"

"But – but…" I whimpered, scared and confused.

Edward narrowed his eyes. "Let me put it another way – you take it off on your own or I will take it off for you."

"You wouldn't!" I shrieked. For the first time, I found myself truly frightened of him.

Edward licked his lips. "Don't underestimate me, sweetheart."

My hands suddenly became sweaty and shaking. I didn't like how Edward – my sweet, darling Edward – was looking at me. He'd never looked at me like that before. Although it did improve his already handsome appearance, it also made me shiver.

"Time's up," Edward declared, striding toward me.

"Wait!" I squeaked as I took several steps backward.

"No, I will not wait!" he thundered. "I've waited long enough!"

Suddenly, his hands were upon me. As I stood there, paralyzed with fear, my ears clearly heard the sound of fabric ripping. In seconds, a cool breeze wafted across my naked body. Edward, my loving husband, had just torn my pajamas off me.

With the ragged strips of fabric in his hands, he tossed them into the blazing fire. When he looked back at me, his eyes glittered with desire. I gulped instinctively.

"Love," he called sweetly, sickeningly sweetly.

I think I was in shock. Edward had ripped my nightgown, and now he was acting as though nothing had happened. He had been so cruel, so…inconsiderate. Shocked tears pooled into my eyes.

He tugged me toward the bed as a lone, single tear slid down my cheek.

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