WE MADE IT! it's the very last chapter of the story and we made it. we got through everything, from little reviews to over hundred, the big unwanted break, late updates; lost of two betas; lost and the rewriting of about half the story; lost of flashdrives; messing up computer and ff skrewing up. its finally finished. i hope everyone is excited as i am aboout this. i don't think so through. i'm just frecking happy to get this up. i'm happy for you guys to read this last chapters. i hope everyone is stil with me after the heartbreaking 22nd chapter. i hope no one cried (like i almost did when i reread it and found how sad it was.) i'm sorry, but it had to be done. come on you guys had to know it was coming. everyone kept saying what a bad feeling they were having. and bella tried to beat her up? i thought she did; hmm, maybe i should've made it better, made laraun bleed all over the place. lol, j/k. then it just would've been crazy violent. and you guys can't believe she did that becasue she was jealous? why not, she was a bitch. that what bitches do, they do stupid stuff for stupid reason. btw: i like how some people are just demanding i update. you know, you guys are something else. but i love you. so this is the last chapter. its telling what's going to happen between them now.
i hope you guys enjoy. last one, here we go.
Epilogue: What Happens Now?
I was sitting in a dim lighted room. The only light was the one above my head. I was sitting on a metal chair. It was hurting my legs. That's what happens when you're brought in a police office to be questioned; they make you uncomfortable as hell.
I was twittering my thumbs before I started to starch my arms then my face. I was trying to keep from starching but it wasn't working."Stop picking at your bandages before they come off." My mom lectured for the tenth time since we've been in here. She smacked my hands away from my arm.
"I can't help it; they're irritating." I complained. It's been about a week since Edward went away and I got into that fight with Lauren. I still had bandages on where she starched me because her fake nails dug into my skin.
Fortunately, I left the same affects on her. When I saw her while we were both getting our homework, she had bandages on her as well. She even had her nose taped. Alice told me she will have to get it redone. Jacob praised me once again for, quote, un quote: 'kicking her ass.' But none of that could keep me happy when i remember where I had to go today.
We were both suspended for a week and a half for 'inappropriate physical conduct'.And while I was, I was living with my mom again. When she found out what happened, she drove to Alice's house. We had a good talk. I told her who Edward really was. She didn't like it, but she didn't want to replay what happened when I left.
As I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, the police officer walked back in the room. I didn't know where he went. He sat across from my mom and me with a table between us. He put papers on it and fold it his hands on top of it as well.
"So, how are we doing?" he asked politely. I rolled my eyes away from him. Why did he feel he must do that? "Isabella, are you ready to talk yet?" he asked. I wasn't talking before he left; I wasn't going to do it now.
My mom put her hand on my shoulder. "It's okay." she said. I shrugged it off of me. I didn't want comfort.
"Why am I here?" I mumbled.
He sighed hard. I know he was he was getting annoyed by the question since it was I kept asking it. "I told you before. What happened was illegal and we just need to get to the bottom of some things." He said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like to why it happened." He replied. I snorted at that. I know they were probably thinking the total opposite of what happen. Because when people aren't in the loop, they assume what they want.
Exhibited A is what my mom did next. She put her hand on my shoulder again. "He just wants to help." She said in my ear. That was a load of crap. If he really wanted to help, he would find a way to get Edward out, not look for an excuse to keep him in longer. I was getting tire of her. If I was going to say something, she couldn't be in here. I mean she knew, but only what I wanted her to know; which was his age. I didn't want her to anything else.
It's kind of like when you get raped or something and you go to court to testify with your mom. She knows you got rape and that why you're there. But she doesn't know the details. You feel better telling anyone else but her. This situation was the exact same way for me.
"Fine. I'll talk." I stopped and turned to him again. "But I don't want my mom in here." I said to him.
"Isabella, she has to be in here as a witness and for mortal support."
"I'm not going to lie to you because I have no reason and I don't need any mortal support." I told him.
"Isabella." He tried to start again but I stopped him.
"Make her leave or I'm not saying anything." I told him. I was serious about the warning. I wanted to tell her later, when I was ready. I mean, if I ever was.
He sighed and turned to my mom. "Miss Swan, do you mind stepping out please?" he said to her. I saw her turn to me on the corner of my eye. I know she was thinking why I wanted her to leave. Then she turned back to him.
"Of course not. Whatever helps." She said before getting up and stepping out, closing the door behind her.
He turned to me again. "I feel like I'm on trial or something." I told him when our eyes meet.
"You're not." He assured me.
"Why are the lights so dim then?"
He shrugged. "That's just how it is." He said.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just ask me what you want to know. The sooner you do, the sooner I can leave." I said to him. I wanted to get this crap over with as soon as possible.
"Okay." He said as he looks at his paper. "So what did you think of Mr. Masen, as a person?" he asked as he
I shrugged. "He's was better any other teacher at that school."
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"It means he treated his students like people and not like monkeys who didn't know anything, like the other teacher." I told him simply.
"So you like him better?" he asked. I nodded. "Did you have a close relationship with?"
I shrugged. "I mean if you want to say that, sure." I said.
"Well, how would you put it?"
"He was an easygoing guy. He was someone people could talk to."
"People like you?" he crocked eyebrow.
"What are you getting at?" I asked
"I'm just saying, shouldn't you have talked to a guidance consider or something. You know, someone whose job it was to help teens with their problems?" he tried to clear things up.
"It wasn't like I told him my life stories. We talked about small things." I cleared up what he was thinking. I didn't start talking to him like that until after we were dating. Truth be told, if Alice wasn't with me, I couldn't talk too much to him.
He nodded as he started to write. He looked at me again. "I've talked to some other students. They said they saw you often going to his class after school. They also said that sometimes you two looked a little too friendly."
"Were these students female?" I asked with a knowing smirk.
He nodded. "Some of them." I shook my head with a chuckled. "Is that amusing?" he asked.
"Kind of." I told him.
I sighed. "Mr. Masen was an attracting, smart, charming young man. To say that more than half of the female student body had a thing for him, would kind of be an understatement. They thought if he hugged someone, he was sleeping with them on the side." I told him the truth. He could be talking to another teacher. But as long as it was a woman, all the girls worried about were if he was dating her.
"Were you attracted to him?" he asked. I smiled.
"Like I said, it would an understatement that more than half of the girls at our school liked him. I also said I wouldn't lie to you. And I would be if I said no."
He nodded again as he wrote again. "So are you saying you were with him alone?" he asked.
I shrugged again. "I wouldn't say I was with him in his class no more than an average student. He taught math, which isn't an easy subject. I was getting help from him." I told him.
He nodded then wrote some more. "When you two were alone, did he ever touch you?" he asked.
I crooked my eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"
"You know. Did he leave his hand on your back or leg longer than you've like? Did it seem like he looked for any reason to touch you? Did he make you feel uncomfortable at any time?"
I gave him a shocked look. I couldn't believe he asked something like that. "What? Of course not." I damn near snapped at him.
"Isabella, you don't have to lie because you feel like you need to. It's just you and I. he's not going-"
I cupped hands over my ears and shook my head. I couldn't listen to him. "Stop!" I yelled. "He didn't do anything." I told him. I looked at him and saw he was waiting for me to stop have my break down. I sighed and cross my arms again. "I'm sorry, but you can't say things like that about him."
"You seem to get real offended by that. If there something you should tell me please do." He said.
"It's not." I told him, shaking my head.
"You said you wouldn't lie." He reminded me.
"And I'm not. I'm telling you the truth."
"I think you're just telling me half of it." He countered. He didn't want to hear the truth. He wanted me to tell him what he thought he already knew. Which was, Edward touched me when I didn't want it, giving them a reason to keep him longer than they should.
"Then why don't you ask me what you really want to know? Stop trying to look for hidden messages in my answers or twisting my words into something they're not. Ask me the million dollar question; did we have a relationship outside of school? Were we dating?" I challenged him. I was tired of playing these damn games. Just ask the fucking question.
He sighed. He leaned forward on the table and looked me in the eye. "Did you two have a relationship?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes."
"Were you dating?"
"Didn't you know it was illegal?"
"But you dated him anyway?" he asked.
"And why did you do that? Did he pressure you?"
I shook my head this time. "No. I actually pushed it." I told him.
"And why did you do that knowing what could happen?"
I shrugged. "Because I liked him, then I founded he felt the same way about me. We can't help who we fall for. And we can't help it that the people we fall for just happen to be born a few years later."
He nodded. "Why are telling me this?" he asked.
"Because it was what you wanted to know, wasn't it?" I asked him.
"I didn't know this is what you would say."
I gave him an angry look. I knew it. "What did you think I would say to you? That he made me uncomfortable to be around him; that he deserves to in jail?" I felt my voice breaking with each word. Then what I thought next made tears come to my eyes. "That he deserves to be in hell because he…because he…" I bend my head down and shook my head while I let the tears fall to my lap. I couldn't even finish the thought. The mere thought of him doing something like that to me made me sick and I couldn't take it.
He sat silence while I softly cried. I haven't done this since that day and the one after. He just had to ruin my streak by asking me these stupid questions.
"Isabella." He said softly.
"What?" I said.
"Why are you crying, dear?"
"Don't patronize me." I told him as I wiped my eyes then looked at him. I didn't want to hear his sweet little nicknames.
"Why are you crying?" he repeated.
"Because it's not fair." I yelled.
"What's not?" He said in a calm voice.
"That a sweet guy like him is in jail for what was a two way street. There are actual criminals on the street and you guys catch the one who's not." I cried loudly. "And nothing I said or nothing you ask me will make a damn difference because of his age. And it wouldn't even matter if I said I was the one who raped him, would it?" I challenged him as I continued to cry. He stared at me, saying nothing. My cried turned into soft sobs. "Isn't this the part where you tell me I'm wrong?" I challenged him again. He looked away and sighed hard; which gave me my answer. "I didn't think so." I looked down. "Can I go now?" I mumbled.
He sighed hard. "Yes. We're done here." When he said that, I got and grabbed my jacket off the chair then walked out.
"What happened?" my mom asked me when I walked out.
I turned to her. "It's over. Can we just go, please?" I asked her. I wanted to get out of this damn police station. As soon as she nodded, I turned and started to walk towards the door.
"So they know what to do?" she asked behind me.
"I don't know." I mumbled.
"Did you tell them everything?" she asked.
I sighed. "Everything I knew."
"I hope they lock him up and threw away the key." She said. That pissed me off. I snapped top her, causing her to stop in her tracks.
"Mom, you want to know what I said in there. I told him the truth. Which was, yes we were dating. And yes we did sleep together. I loved him and he loved me and we slept together. Everything that happened between us was a two way street. Nothing he did or said was unwanted. And the only thing I regret about all this is that I didn't wait until next year like he suggested. I wanted him and I had to have him. And because of my ignorance and my stupid teenage hormones, he's gone. And there's no one to blame but me." I snapped at her.
I was tired of everyone spurting out the bull shit they thought they knew. No was in the room with me but him. "That's the truth and nothing short of it. Now you can chose to believe it or not." I said softly before I walked away from her.
My mom held up her little promise she made when I left that day. I was grounded for that and when she found out I was suspended for fight that was just the icing on the cake.
The grounding was fine with me. I had nothing to do nor did I want something to do. Somehow, I allowed myself to get pulled into a dark crave of depression. But I hadn't pushed myself out and I don't think I would any time soon.
So because of it, I did the same thing every day when I came home from school. I would eat something before going up to my room; then I would do my homework then I would write in my journal before sitting and staring out the window before going to bed then wake and do it all over again.
My journal was full of empty pages. I haven't written in it since I was about twelve or thirteen. I never thought it was a reason to write in it until now.
I was using it to write poems and letters I wouldn't send. The last time I did this was to my dad, telling him how much it hurt me that he left. This time I was writing them to Edward.
They were all saying the same thing. 'I'm sorry; don't hate me; I can't stand being away from you; I don't know how long I can go before I drive myself insane; come back to me; I love you, Bella.' It was a reason I never sent letters I wrote. I never sent them to Edward because I knew what he would write back.
'It's not your fault; I could never hate you; I don't want to be away from you either; I know we can get through this together; I promise to get back to you; I love you too, Edward.'
Those words wouldn't make me feel better. Therefore, I never sent my letter. Yet, I kept them in my journal and reread them everyday as if I was going to.
I even tried my hand at writing songs. I wouldn't say that went as well as I wanted it to. I wasn't good at writing music, concerning the fact that I couldn't play an instrument. So I used the music Edward wrote and tried to put words to them. Something else that would never leave my room.
I've gotten so use to be alone in my room, that I forgot it was supports to be a punishment. It wasn't until the start of my spring break that my mom came and remained me.
She knocked on my door on one of the days I was writing song lyrics. The song was on pause because I do that from time to time to write so I heard the soft knock.
"You can come in." I told her as I continued to write. When I said that, I heard the open click and she stepped in. "Yes?" I said.
"How are you doing, Bella?" she asked. Ever since that day at the police station, that's all she asked. She had a reason to since the only time she saw me was at meal times. I stayed in bed all day on the weekends.
I shrugged, "I'm getting better." I took my headphones out and turned to her. "Just taking things one day at a time." I turned back to the paper on my desk.
"Well, tomorrow's the first day of spring break; got anything special planned?" she asked.
I shrugged again. "Not much to do from my room." I told her.
"Right." she sighed. "Bella, I was thinking. You've been good about you grounding and you didn't fight during your suspension." I turned to her. I hoped she was saying what I think she was. "I think your time is up."
I smiled and turned fully to her. "You mean…"
She gave a small smile. "Yes. You are officially no longer grounded." When she said that, I jumped out of my chair and ran to her.
I gave her a tight hug. "Thank you mom. Thank you so much." I cheered.
I heard her give a light chuckle. "Wait a second, Bella." she said. I pulled away and looked at her. "There is one contention." She said.
"Anything." I was willing to compromise.
"You have to call me wherever you go and tell me where you are. And you have to tell me the truth; no more lies." She said with a serious face.
I nodded. That was nothing bad. "Right; of course." I told her. I smiled again. "Thank you."
She stepped to the side. "Now go shopping with Alice or something." She said.
I was about to step through, but I thought about something. "I'll think I start it tomorrow. There's someone I need to see."
I did miss Jacob and Alice. And when my punishment was over, they were the first ones to know. They were excited and rushed into making plans about all of us going to the movies or to the beach. I was all for those things. But before I could have fun like that, there was one thing I needed.
I sat in a room with pale walls. The only things in there were two chairs with a table in between. I tapped my foot as I waited. They told me it was going to take a few minutes, so I had no choice but to wait.
But it was worth it, because I finally saw that bronze hair I was waiting for.
I stood up as they walked my way. He was in a bright orange jumpsuit with some kind of code on the right side of his chest. He had his hand behind his back with a police office behind him. Even though his head was down, I got a glimpse of his face. He looked miserable. And my heart crashed at the sight.
They came to the door. The very second his hands were free; I ran to him and throw my arms around him. He hugged me back in the very second. I looked over his shoulder the police. 'Thank you' I mouthed to him.
He nodded. 'Twenty minutes.' He mouthed back. I nodded back before he closed the door. He turned his back on us, but stood by the door.
"You are the best thing I held in weeks." Edward said in my ear. I heard him take a deep breathe. "And smelled." He said against my hair. I gave a light chuckle.
"I'm glad I can brighten up your day." I said.
He pulled back and kissed my lips. "Bella, you always brighten up my day." He pulled me to the chair I was sitting in and he sat across from me. He reached over and grabbed my hand. "Is it wrong to say I miss you already?" He said.
I smiled and as I looked at our connected hands. "No. it probably won't make me leaving any easier. But…" I stopped and looked at him. I could tell the smile he had on was just for show. It never reached his eyes. The mention of me leaving wasn't helping it. "But let's not talk about that now." I looked into his eyes. I could tell he was going through hell. Glad to know I wasn't the only one. "I brought you something." I told him.
His eyes widened. "What?"
I smiled at him. I reached in my jacket pocket to get it out. "I thought it would make things easier." I said as I handed him the folded piece of paper.
When he unfolded the paper, I saw a real smile come to his face. "Wow." He smiled at the picture. "Christmas eve. You begged Esme not to take it." He smiled at the memory.
"You know how I am about pictures. I don't why you didn't stop her."
He gave a light chuckled. He looked up at me. "Aren't you glad I didn't?"
I gave a small smile back. "Yeah. Well, I brought it for you. Maybe you can put it on the wall or something." I said.
"You went to the house to get this?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I actually took that morning." I admitted shyly.
"Well, if you stole it, maybe you should keep it." He said handing it back to me. I didn't want it which I why I brought it for him.
I shook my head and pushed his hand back to him. "I brought for you. Beside, I made a copy and it's on my desk." I told him.
"On your desk? What if your mom or someone sees it?" he said.
I shrugged. "She already saw it. And what's the worst thing that could happen if she did?" the worst for us has already happened. I don't think too much will change if she saw a picture.
He nodded as he folded it again and pushed it to the side of the table. He grabbed my hands again. "So when was your trial?" I asked him seriously.
"A few weeks ago." He said. "I wish you were there with me."
I sighed hard. "Me too." I wasn't able to go because I was still grounded. Plus I had to study for a test that was that week. "So, how long?" I asked him, knowing he knew what I was talking about.
He sighed. "Well, they told the judge what you said. And since it was voluntarily, it's not as long as it should be."
"I need a number, Edward." I cut him off. I didn't want to hear words like 'not that long' and 'it will be short'. I need the exact number.
He sighed again. "About seven years. If they let me out for good behavior, maybe five." He admitted.
I looked at our hands and sighed at that. Five years were better than seven, but that's still too long. Now that I knew, I wasn't sure if I should've asked for a number. I started rubbing circles on his hand then I looked at him again. "Then be good for me please." I said with a serious look. I needed him to come back to me as soon as possible.
He gave a very small smile. "I will." I nodded in agreement. "But speaking of being good." He gave me a pointed look.
I gave him a confused one in return. "What are you talking about? I'm always good." I told him.
"Really?" he said in disbelief. I just nodded. I think I've been good. "Then what's this I hear about you fighting?" he asked with a serious face.
I rolled my eyes. "Who told you that?" I asked.
"Jasper." He said. Of course he did. Damn that Jasper. He had a way with saying things that doesn't need to be said. There was a reason I didn't tell him. The only reason he knew was because I accidently told him. One day during my suspension, Jasper called my phone. It was one of those times where I spoke before thinking.
He asked since I was home, was I going to visit Edward. I told him that I was grounded. It didn't take him long to put two and two together. Partly was because he said he had a feeling that we're lying about something. I was starting to think that Lauren was right and that we weren't that good of hiding it. But then he got rid of the thought when he said Rosalie and Emmett still didn't know and the only reason he did was because of the way I reacted whenever he mentioned school. That wasn't surprising since Rosalie didn't care enough. And Emmett, let's be honest, is kind of an idiot.
"So why it did happen?" he asked.
"Long story short, it was only because she was jealous of me." I really didn't want to talk about her. The mentioning of her was upsetting me.
"So what happened?" he asked.
I looked at our hands again. "We were both suspended for about two weeks." I mumbled. I knew he heard me because he was silent for too long. I looked up and saw his face which caused me to look away again. "Don't look at me like that." I said as I looked at the wall.
"Like what?" his voice was just as bad as his face. I knew he was trying to hide it. But he wasn't doing a very good job. One of the bad of things about us, we could see right through the other's crap.
"Like you just realized I'm not an angel." I stopped and looked at him again. "Like you're disappointed in me." I said.
He sighed. "I would lie if I said I wasn't."
That's what I didn't want to hear, but knew I was going to. "Why, Edward? I mean I am human." I remained him.
"Because you use to always tell me how you could hand my sister because you could deal with teenage girls and yet you get in a fight with Lauren? It doesn't make sense." He said to me.
"It's not that simply." I snapped.
"Then explain it to me, because obviously I'm missing something." He damn near snapped back.
"I fought her because… because."
"Because what Bella?" he tried to push it out of me.
"Because she's a bitch." I yelled as I starched my hands from him and threw them in the air. I pushed away from the table and stood up. I turned away from him so I could hide the tears that started to come down from him. "She's the reason we're in here and not your bed for spring break." I mumbled as I wiped my eyes.
I heard him get up. Then I felt his arms wrap around me. "I'm sorry for trying to push that out of you." He said as he kissed the side of my head. "Please stop crying." He held me tight to his chest. I tried to stop. I didn't want this to be ruined by someone who wasn't even here. I wiped away the few more that slipped down when I felt his arms around me. "But why didn't you tell me?"
I rested my head against his chest. "I didn't want you to think I was some immature teenager or something. Plus, when was I supports to Edward?" I said. This was my first time seeing him since that day. Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett saw him more than I did. Our first meeting and I was crying. He was going to be gone for five to seven years. I can't keep up this crying thing up.
He kissed the top of my head. "I don't know. Just…" he stopped and kissed my head again. "Don't do that again." He said.
I gave a light chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not." I said honestly. I don't fight so I didn't know girls fought so dirty. We don't care if you're bleeding afterwards; as long as it wasn't us, we were fine. Not only did I have scratches all over me, but I was sore. I don't want to go through again.
"I'm serious, Bella." he said seriously. He turned me to him. "We both need to be good for each other. I don't want to hear anything like that anymore. Clear?" he said.
I nodded. "Crystal." I didn't want to disappoint him again. I wanted him to see me as his angel like before.
I reached up and kissed his lips. A moment after our lips connected, we had to pull away. We looked towards the way the door and saw the office peek his head through the door. "Time's up." He said calmly.
I nodded. I kissed Edward's lips one more time before letting go of him. "I'll be back as soon as possible." I promised him. He nodded before turning away from me. He grabbed the picture off the table as he walked pass it to get to the door.
When he was out of it, he turned to me. I gave a small smile along with a small wave. 'I love you.' I mouthed.
He gave a small smile back. 'Love you, too.' He mouthed back.
I watched them as they walked away. When they were out of my sight again, I sat back in the chair. When I pushed my hair out of my face and rested my head in my hands.
I was now counting the days until he came back to me.
the REAL end!
before you guys ask, yes there will be a sequel. did you think i would just leave it like that; all free falling without somewhere to land. come on, im not that heartless. (or am i?) I was actually writing it as this was getting updated. Which is why I was trying so hard to get it up. but I have to warn you guys, it might not be as good as this one. I'm having a hard time making all my idea flow together the way I want them to. I hope it would be okay once it's up. And I hope you guys like it just as much. There is one more thing I have to say before I leave and that is thank you. Thx you guys for being here with me through every chapter and commenting on almost all of them, plus all the favorites and alerts. That was howesome of you guys. But I don't have one thing to say about that...
STOP COMMENTING MY GRAMMER AND SPELLING MISTAKES! I know they're there. Cut me some slack. I don't have a beta because things keep happening. and I do reread my chapters. I reread them before I update, while I'm writing, after I write and everytime in between .i don't have an eagle eye so things will get over looked. and I don't mean to be mean when I say this, but unless there's anyone out there who wants to be my beta and be with me through the whole thing (or at least tell me that you can't do it anymore because you're losing interest in the story or whatever), then please stop misusing the review button. If it bugs you that badly then I must rather you pm me about it. It wouldn't be so bad if that seem to be all that people are forced on or that they comment on the earlier chapters that was before I had a beta and didn't reread them. I know you guys are just trying to help but after the sixth review of saying the same exact thing every single time, I'm sorry but it gets a tad bit annoying. I'm really really not trying to be mean so I'm going to stop before anyone takes this the wrong way. I'm not saying don't comment on that, just pm and post it on the review board.
i guess that's it and i'll see you guys in a few weeks.
i love these songs.
Songs that inspired me:
Unthinkable – Alice Keys
Mine – Taylor Swift
Your Love is my Drug – Kei$ha
Never Knew I Needed – Ne-yo
Crushcrushcrush – Paramore (kind of)
Knocks you Down – Keri Hilton ft. Ne-yo
Teenager Dream – Katy Perry
What's My Name – Rihanna ft. Drake
First Date – Blink 182
Walk Me Out – Asia Cruise
oh, i almost forgot, for the last time for the next few weeks. (in all caps) LUV & ROCKETS! :D bye.