Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.
Warning: This chapter contains rape
Edward and I pulled up to my house at around eight. There were about five cars in front of my house. It didn't surprise me though because Charlie had told me earlier that he was throwing a small party for one of the officers, who was retiring, and that I was expected to be there.
I was not happy at the prospect of spending my night helping to entertain a bunch of cops. I would much rather be spending my time with Edward. Hell, I would rather be spending my time with Rosalie and that was saying a lot given that Rosalie pretty much hated my guts.
"I could stay you know," Edward said. He knew that I didn't want to be there with a bunch of people I didn't know.
"Really, because I seem to remember Carlisle telling you that you had to hunt tonight and that it was non-negotiable." It wasn't often that Carlisle became firm, but when he did, he meant business.
"He'll understand," he said, not sounding very sure of himself.
I gave him a look. "I think we both know that he won't. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"I know. I just don't wanna leave you," Edward said.
His words brought a smile to my face and I immediately leaned into kiss him. The kiss lasted about a minute before I pulled away. "Okay, I have to go inside and you need to go hunt."
"Okay. I'll be back in a few hours. Leave the window open," Edward told me.
"Don't I always," I asked before getting out of the car. I watched him drive away and then I headed into the house. I found Charlie and one of his cop buddies, Nick Rollins, grabbing some beers.
"Hey, Bells. Where have you been? You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago," Charlie said.
"Sorry, Dad," I said. I was hoping to avoid a fight, but the look on Charlie's face told me that he was about to complain once more.
"You know, I think the least Edward can do is drop you off on time."
And I was right. "Look, Dad, do we have to do this right now. I'm here now, okay?"
"Fine. You remember Officer Rollins, right?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah," I confirmed while silently cringing. I didn't like Nick Rollins much. He'd never really done anything to me, but he kinda gave me the creeps. Every time he looked at me, it was like he was undressing me in his mind. Maybe I'm wrong, but my instincts tell me to be wary of him.
"Well, hello again, Isabella. It's so great to see you again," Officer Rollins said before proceeding to hug me.
That was another thing. Rollins felt the need to touch me every time we met, and it wasn't the kind of touch that I got from my friends or the Cullen's. He touched me the way Edward did in a way. The only difference was that I wanted Edward to touch me like that.
I pulled away from Rollins as soon as I possibly could. "It's nice to see you again too, Officer."
"Oh, Isabella, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Nick?" he asked.
"Gee, I don't know. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Bella," I retorted. I normally tried not to be rude, but I hated being called Isabella. I especially hated it coming from him. It just felt weird and creepy coming from him.
"Bella," Charlie chastised.
I sighed. "I'm sorry. Its just been an off day." I really didn't feel like I had anything to apologize for, but I also didn't want to get into it with Charlie. It was just easier to agree with him and apologize.
Charlie nodded in acknowledgment. "Well, let's go into the living room and join the others."
"I'll be there in a minute. I just need to go change real quickly," I told him. I did want to change, but I also wanted a minute to myself to shake the creepiness off of me.
Charlie nodded and I immediately headed for the stairs. Once there, I immediately shook as if I Rollins was still touching me and I was trying to get him off of me.
A part of me can't believe that Charlie didn't say anything when Rollins hugged me. Couldn't he see how uncomfortable it made me? Then again, Charlie didn't notice a lot when it came to me. In fact, I was more his parent than he was mine. It still bothered me though, especially after leaving the Cullen's, where parents actually acted like parents.
I shook all these thoughts away. They didn't matter right now. What mattered was getting this night over with. The sooner I got downstairs, the sooner it would all be over.
I went into my dresser and took out some clothes. Just as I was taking off my shirt, my door was opened, scaring the crap out of me. It was Officer Rollins. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Isabella. I didn't mean to frighten you," he said in a way that was not in the least bit comforting.
"W...what are you doing in here? I'm trying to get dressed." I couldn't keep the fear out of my voice. This man creeped me out under normal circumstances, never mind when he was alone with me in my room.
Rollins took a few steps forward and went to touch my face. "You look beautiful the way you are, Isabella."
I gulped and took a step back. "Dad!"
"Oh, he went for a drive with the other guys. He won't be back for another hour or so. It's just you and me."
Now I was starting to get really scared. It was pretty clear what he intended. "Get away from me," I said in panicked voice as I continued to back up.
"It's okay, Isabella. This is going to be a night that you'll never forget," he said as he continued to corner me.
I knew I had to get out of there. I couldn't let this happen. I looked between Rollins and the door and immediately bolted for it. I didn't get very far. I barely made it a few feet before he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. Before I had the chance to react, he was on top of me.
I tried to struggle and get loose, but he was too strong for me. I was trapped. "No, please don't do this. Edward!" I doubted very much that Edward would be able to hear me from wherever he was, but I had to try. I couldn't just let this happen.
Just after I yelled out, Rollins clamped his hand over my mouth and started taking my clothes off. It became more and more clear with each passing moment that I wasn't going to be able to get out of this, so I did the only other thing I could think of. I closed my eyes and prayed it would be over soon.