So, I know it's a been quite a while since I last updated, and I can't apologize enough for that. As always, the only excuse I have is RL. I debated back and forth with putting BE on hiatus, but promised myself I would never do that. I hope you all are still with me :/
See you at the bottom!
I can't tell you what time it was that I was startled awake, nor what time we had fallen asleep.
I can't tell you how that bastard had gotten in, or what entity above was looking out for me and my angel that night.
But what I can tell you is that had I not have woken up when I had, the chances of my being able to tell you of what happened would have been slim.
The first thing I remember upon waking was seeing the all too familiar, cold, grey eyes of the man who I once thought to be my best friend, staring down at me with pure hatred in his eyes and a gun pointed directly between my eyes.
Bella lay fast asleep on the opposite side of me, her head resting on my arm and her warm, soft breaths brushing against my chest.
Instantly, it became painfully obvious what his intention was.
He wanted to take me out, leaving Bella vulnerable.
But he hadn't anticipated that I'd wake up.
I was finally—once again—face to face with the source of all the pain that had been bestowed upon Bella and I. This was the moment that would either put an end to him, or prove him victorious.
I quickly brought my arm up, my forearm roughly hitting his wrist and knocking the gun from his hand just as a single gunshot rang out. I instantly flew from the bed, throwing the full force of my body against his, bringing him to the floor.
Bella's fearful gasp from up on the bed gave me all the motivation I needed. I couldn't let that son of a bitch get to her.
As I rammed my fist into his jaw, my legs straddling him on the floor, a blood curdling scream echoed throughout the room. I didn't even have time to blink before a flash of Bella's figure appeared in my peripheral vision.
Before I could even realize what was going on, Bella's body flew against the nightstand, her head knocking back against the corner of it, and her body falling limply to the floor beside it.
I yelled out in anger, fear in my voice, my mind instantly going to her well-being and the baby. But there was nothing I could do about it at that moment.
James had gained the upper hand and now sat upon me, his fists landing excruciating blows to my head.
"Did you really think you would beat me?" he growled, landing a hit to my ribcage, as I turned my head away to glance at Bella, but right as I did, I felt James shift to the left and just as I put my strength into flipping his bitch ass off of me, a piercing pain sliced through my side.
Excruciating zings spasmed throughout my abdomen as I felt cold, smooth steel exiting my body. The motherfucker had just stabbed me.
Despite the nauseating pain, despite the fact that I wasn't sure if he'd hit anything major, I refused to let him get one over on me and then leave my beautiful angel and our child vulnerable and defenseless to him.
With everything I had, I pressed my arms against him and managed to fist my hands in his shirt just as he was about to stab me once more. I threw him off of me, his knife slicing against my shoulder.
I shouted out in pain but refused to think about it. I pushed my knee firmly against his chest, keeping him pinned to the fucking ground. My eyes caught a glimmer off of the metal of the gun sitting off to the side.
James' cold stare caught sight of it at the same moment I did. Taking the advantage, I lifted him by the collar off of the floor enough to land a powerful head butt, rendering him immobile long enough for me to get hold of the gun.
Once I held it in my hands, I stood, aiming the barrel directly at his fucking head.
"You're fucking done, James! It's over!" I yelled out, my body visibly shaking not only from the rage, but also the pain from my wounds, and knowing I fucking had him.
Suddenly, the door of our suite flew open, slamming into the wall as Charlie charged in, gun poised and in uniform.
"Put the gun down, Edward!" he shouted, several police officers coming to stand behind him.
Bella was still unconscious.
"I can't, Chief. This bastard isn't fucking leaving here alive. He'll just keep coming back," I gritted out, trying my best not to let my vengeful tears take over me.
"You don't want to do this, son. Think about Bella!"
My eyes immediately flew to Charlie, leaving James for just a split second.
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?! I am thinki…" Before I could finish, that fucking knife was launched into the meat of my thigh, bringing me instantly to my knees as James made a mad dash across the floor in the direction of where Bella laid.
As my leg began to bleed profusely in addition to the stab wound in my abdomen, the slice in my arm, on top of my heavy exertion, lack of sleep and overall stress, everything was growing hazy. I couldn't focus, I was becoming weak, and I knew I was done.
I lifted my head and glanced in the general direction I'd last seen Charlie, hoping my eyes communicated all that I needed them to. He would be the only one that would understand. The only one who would be able to make the rest of them understand.
As one hand covered my leg tightly in attempt to slow the bleeding, I turned, aimed, and fired off a shot before dropping to the ground and falling into complete darkness.
Everything was loopy, almost as though I were dreaming. I couldn't make out what was real and what wasn't.
My mind continuously recounted the entire altercation with James, and the ending was always blurred. My imaginings on what happened never ended well and filled my heart and mind with fear and unbearable pain.
Every once in a while, I'd think I was hearing someone speaking to me, but then it would fade out. Or I'd hear the sounds of being in a hospital and then that would turn into nothing as well.
Throbbing pain reverberated throughout my body due to the injuries I'd sustained…that much I could remember.
The best way to really explain it was that I was going in and out of consciousness at a rapid pace.
But as always, my main concern, all I cared about, was whether my angel and our child were okay.
I woke with a sick feeling in my stomach. I'd turned over onto my side, reaching a hand out for the warmth of Edward's body, but was met with nothing but coldness and wires.
As though something wasn't right.
The all too familiar steady stream of beeps from the medical machines echoed in the eerily quiet space of what was obviously a hospital room. My head pounded, and my body ached.
Bits and pieces of a horrible dream I'd had begun flooding my mind as I opened up my eyes in a panic. What I saw surprised me.
Emmett, Rose, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle, and Charlie all surrounded me with worry-stricken expressions.
"W-what's going on? Why am I here? Where's Edward?" I questioned, my voice sounding foreign to me, scratchy with sleep. Charlie was the first to come forward, looking at me gently.
"Bells, honey, you've been asleep for the past two days. Do you remember anything about your night in the hotel?"
"Where's Edward?" I asked again, my heart beginning to hurt as I remembered more about that dream. Panic set in when the last glimpse I'd had of Edward from that dream had been when James had taken hold of a fucking knife.
Tears immediately sprung to my eyes. "Dad, please….where is he?" I shrieked as Carlisle approached the other side of my bed with everyone else.
"He's going to be okay, Bella. He's in another room, still asleep."
"Going? What do you mean he's going to be okay? What happened? What's wrong?"
"Bells," Emmett started, but was interrupted by Carlisle.
"Edward was stabbed twice, sweetheart. Once in the abdomen and once in the leg. He's all stitched up and there was no serious, long lasting damage, but with the amount of stress you two had been under before this attack, it took a bigger toll than normal on his body and it's using this time to recuperate. Same as yours has. You sustained a rather nasty blow to the head, but you'll be fine. No signs of a concussion."
"The baby?" I asked tearfully, my heart breaking for the pain Edward had suffered in defense of me.
"The baby is just fine, Bella."
"So what I dreamed…James breaking into the hotel room and coming after us…it was all real," I whispered to myself, tears slowly trekking down my cheeks. "Where is he?"
"He's gone, Bells. That son of a bitch is gone."
My eyes widened as I focused on my brother. Emmett smiled down at me in pride.
"Edward shot him, Bells. You were knocked out and James was going after you with the knife. Edward shot and killed him before he got the chance," Charlie told me softly, taking hold of my hand.
I closed my eyes in relief.
It was over.
This hellish nightmare that Edward and I had lived for the past month or so was finally over. And it was all thanks to him.
And hearing that Edward had been the one that had shot and killed James meant that, even while wounded as badly as he was, he'd never quit fighting. Never gave up.
"Take me to him, please. I need to see him," I pleaded, glancing up at Carlisle, knowing he was the doctor overseeing the care of both of us.
"Sweetheart, you've been out for days. You need to eat and get something in your system. As I told you, he's still asleep and…"
"Then I'll eat in his room. Carlisle, please…" I cried.
I watched as his eyes softened in understanding and I knew then that I'd won.
"Jasper, run down to the nurses' station and grab a wheelchair."
"Carlisle, I…" I began, wanting him to understand that I didn't mean any disrespect.
"No explanation needed, Bella. In fact, you're acting no differently than he did the night he brought you into the hospital a month ago, and if it were Esme, I'd react the same way. Besides, maybe you can pull Edward out of whatever fog his mind has him under."
"Are any of his injuries serious? And please, tell me the truth…don't sugarcoat anything."
"I promise you, Bella, everything is fine. The main issue right now is that his body is just recuperating and catching up on sleep. He's going to be in some pain, but it won't be anything too serious or anything that would severely limit his abilities. Edward will probably need a bit of help walking around until his leg heals up, but other than that, he'll be fine."
"Bells, I've been in to see him a few times and it's really not that bad. If you want, I'll wheel you down there," Emmett offered as Jasper came back into the room with the wheelchair in tow.
"Actually, Em, do you mind if Dad brings me down to see him? I need you to make a food run for me."
Emmett's brow arched as he scowled. "I am not going to fucking Starbuck's, sis. It's just not happening."
"Bella, sweetheart, I can understand that you don't want the hospital food, but the truth is, you haven't had anything for days. At least for tonight, you need to have the chicken broth and some juice or water. Nothing too heavy as it may upset your stomach," Carlisle told me softly as I cringed.
"What if the thought of chicken broth upsets my stomach? Because it does."
"Were you this difficult with Edward?" he asked with a laugh.
"Yep, only he saw through her bullshit and knew how to handle her," Charlie answered, smirking.
With a roll of the eyes in their direction, I turned my attention to Rose and Esme. "Do one of you mind helping me into the bathroom?"
"Not so fast," Esme said with a frown. "My boneheaded husband seems to have forgotten to have the catheter removed."
Oh fuck, not that shit again. I HATE catheters!
Nearly thirty minutes and an uncomfortable catheter removal later, I was being wheeled over to Edward's room which I learned was on the floor above me. Charlie was slowly pushing me, and I could only assume it was because Edward looked a little worse than Emmett had explained.
"So, who found us, Dad?" I asked him quietly as we neared the elevator.
"It wasn't really a matter of finding you, Bells. A gunshot had rung out, which was heard throughout the entire floor. The staff called in the police and, being that SPD were on alert and knew what hotel you were staying in, they called me to come in with the SWAT team. When we arrived, we could hear shouting and a scuffle. Bells, when I opened the door, Edward had the gun fixed directly between that son of a bitch's eyes. He was ready to pull that trigger. It was written all over him. I noticed you unconscious off to the side of them and when I told Edward to put the gun down, it distracted him and he started to argue. That was when James took the shot at his leg and led to Edward finishing him off. I'm sure Edward will tell it to you much differently, but that was how it happened from my point of view. All I can say is thank God for that boy because had he not have been there, had he not have been the man he is, you may not have been here today and for that, I will always be indebted to him. He saved your life, Bells."
I turned my head to look up at Charlie as we exited the elevator onto Edward's floor. An actual tear was sliding down my father's cheek as he desperately tried to look anywhere but at me.
"It's not the first time. He's always saved me, Dad," I whispered.
"Believe me, I know that."
We then fell into silence as he wheeled me closer to his room.
My heart was in my throat as I didn't know exactly what to expect upon entering his room.
But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw once there.
The moment I was pushed through the door of his room, the minute the beeps from all of the machines he was hooked up to resonated in my ears, my eyes began to sting.
There he laid; the love of my life. His face was bruised and battered. Although it wasn't severely, to see his face marred the way it was made my heart both hurt and swell with love with for him. Thank God his face wasn't actually disfigured as I wasn't sure I'd have been able to control myself had it have been.
Charlie's hands came down to rest on my shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. "It's okay, Bells. You should've seen that bastard's face. Edward packs a good punch," he whispered with a light-hearted laugh. "I'll be right back. I'm going to head down to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee."
I waited until the door closed behind him before mustering up the courage to stand and make my way over to his bed. Though I was sore, there was nothing stopping me from standing and walking to his bedside.
I leaned over him, running one hand through his thick hair, my other taking hold of his hand gently, making sure not to disturb the I.V. His breathing was even and stable as his chest rose and fell just as it would have if he'd been asleep in our bed. His hand was cold as I held it in my own, reflecting the frigid temperature of the hospital.
My fear of hospitals hadn't waned. Seeing him lying in that bed with all the wires just brought back all the horrible memories I had surrounding my mother. Only this was worse. This was Edward. And while I knew he would be okay, there was still that little shred of doubt lingering in my mind.
I laid my head down gently against his hand after pressing a soft kiss to his chilled skin.
"Oh baby, look at you," I whispered with tremor in my voice. "I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much, Edward. I never, never wanted to see you like this, but if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't even be alive to say this to you now," I cried, a small smile tainting my lips. "Thank you. Thank you for always being there for me. For saving me, yet again. There's nothing I can say that would ever come close to explaining how I feel, but I hope you already know," I paused to gently kiss his hand once more, my lips lingering for a brief moment. "Anyway, I'm okay. Frazzled, but all right. Carlisle said that I just hit my head pretty hard, but it's nothing serious. The baby is okay as well…" I whispered trailing off and watching his face, feeling his hand for any reaction.
"Please, baby, come back to me. I need you. I miss you."
I had nothing left to say as I held his hand a bit closer to me as I rested my lips against it and closed my eyes. Though he wasn't conscious, just being with him filled that spot in my heart that had felt empty when I'd woken in my own hospital bed without him.
My head flew up and around as Esme entered the room, scaring the ever loving shit out of me.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you," she told me remorsefully, a tray of food in her hands. "Carlisle sent me up with some broth and apple juice for you."
"Does he really expect me to eat that?" I asked as I visibly shivered in response.
"I'm afraid so. How is he? Any changes?" she questioned as she placed the tray down on the table next to the bed.
"No," I whispered almost inaudibly.
"Bella, I know it isn't easy seeing him like this. Believe me, I was a basket case when you two were brought in."
"Esme, I'm sorry," I told her, fighting off the tears that wanted to fall. "If it…"
"Don't you go there, girl. I won't listen to it. You have nothing to be sorry for, and we both know that if he were to hear you even attempting to start that conversation, he'd be all over you. I've never been more proud of him for what he did. Most parents would feel shame and resentment if their child had committed murder, but in this case, I can actually say that I'm glad he did it. Does it make me a bad person? I don't know and quite honestly, I really don't care. He did what needed to be done. James was a sick bastard and his reign of terror over your life needed to be stopped."
"About that…h-has my dad said anything about Edward being charged?"
"Oh no, honey. You don't need to worry about that; it was self-defense and all of SPD knows that."
"Well, for the record, I don't think you're a bad person, Esme, and honestly, if I'd been conscious, I'd have killed him myself. But you know, never in million years did I think you would say that. In fact, I don't think you've ever reprimanded me for anything," I laughed. "Always a first time for everything."
"You've got that right. Now eat your broth."
"Oh my God, he told you to sit and watch to make sure I actually ate it, didn't he?"
"Are you saying that you wouldn't have dumped it in the bathroom sink the second I left?"
"Now why would I do that?" I asked innocently, knowing full well that she saw right through me.
"Because you're too much like Edward."
Nearly an hour later, Esme had left and Carlisle came in. He'd smiled in approval when he'd taken notice of the empty bowl that held the nasty ass chicken broth earlier, and the empty container of juice. But he'd also shown sympathy as he took note of the way I had literally wrapped myself around Edward's arm. I couldn't let him go. Even when I was eating, I'd taken up holding his hand with my other.
"I know you don't want to leave, Bella, but visiting hours are nearly over and although, you've been asleep for days, your body still needs to recuperate."
"Visiting hours actually applies to the patients of the hospital as well?" I exclaimed in irritation. "That's ridiculous!"
"Sweetheart, if I could allow you to stay, I would, but if I break the rules for one, I have to break them for everyone."
With a heavy sigh, I pulled myself to a standing position and began to extricate my arms and hands from around him.
As my fingertips began to release his hand, my final connection to him, I could have sworn that he had actually tried to grip me back. That his fingers had curled in as an attempt at preventing me from letting go. I looked down at Edward's still body in question as I started to pull away again.
"Bella, sweetheart, what is it?"
"Carlisle, maybe I'm crazy, but I swear, his fingers just moved."
"He's still capable of dreaming, Bella, and so he's going to twitch from time to time," he said resting a hand against my shoulder, attempting to guide me further away from Edward and out of the room.
That time…I fucking knew. It wasn't a twitch.
I took in a deep breath before turning around, the tips of my fingers held tightly in Edward's hand.
When I let my eyes travel up his body and rest on his, they were opened to very narrow slits, but they were open nonetheless.
"Please, baby, don't go."
Annnnnndddd...FINALLY! James is gone...finito...asta la vista! What did you think? Should the showdown have carried on longer than it did?
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