All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, everything else is mine.

Thank you Midnight Cougar for beta'ing!

New story because I wanted to give you all something while I'm working on some other things.


Into the Deep

I stared down at the water, its depth inviting. Just stared at the crystal clear blue.

Blue. What a perfect description for my mood. But if you'd had the kind of year I did, you'd use that color to describe how you felt as well.

"Just jump already!" a voice yelled from behind me.

So I did. Arms stretched out in front of me, breaking the water as I dove.

Then it overtook me.


Gliding through the water, washing everything away; the tears, the fear, the pain, the loneliness.

I was empty, but in the water I was free.

My head broke the surface and reality crashed back down on me. The noise, the kids, the families.

"Bella," a familiar voice called to me. It was stern and a shiver ran down my spine. "Come on, get out of the pool."

I looked up to glare at him, his own eyes covered by sunglasses, bronze hair glinting in the sun. He was still in his fucking suit. At the community pool.

I dove back beneath the surface, splashing him a bit in the process, but I didn't care. I just needed to forget why he was there.


It was brief, as it always was, and when I resurfaced he was standing before me again.

"Out. Now," he stressed, grabbing for my arm which I quickly wrenched away.

"I can get out by myself," I spat up at him, glaring. I knew we had an audience, and I really didn't want to draw more attention to me; I'd had enough.

I climbed out, the water falling away in rivulets. I noticed he was watching as they moved around my bikini clad body. My steps were light as I strode across the hot concrete as fast as possible, wrapping my towel around me, drying off as I pulled out my shorts and tank top from my bag. I dressed and slipped on my flip flops, grabbing my stuff and putting on my sunglasses as I stood in front of him.

His jaw was clenched tight, walking next to me as we headed out to the parking lot and climbed into his BMW.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck you thought you were doing there?" he questioned, the tires screeching as he pulled out of the neighborhood.

My eyes never left the mirror as I said goodbye again to the place that used to be home.

"What? I was swimming."

"Bella, you don't live there anymore. You can't just walk in like it's your neighborhood. It's a community pool, for residents only."

My arms crossed my chest and I sunk further into the seat.

"What does it matter anyway?"

"It matters. They could have called the cops, had you arrested for trespassing. They felt pity on you and called me."

"I don't want their pity," I replied, turning my attention to the window, watching the world fly by.

He heaved a sigh. "Bella, if this is going to work, you have to trust me. I only have your best interests and your future in mind."

"Well, you can stop. I don't know why they left me with you anyway. I'd only met you a handful of times before…before…" I trailed off, tears springing to my eyes. Ten months and I still couldn't accept it, still couldn't say it, and couldn't admit that they were gone. That they had left me with him. How could I have no one but him?

Edward Cullen, lawyer at Whitlock, Cullen, and Hale, had become good friends with my parents after they'd hired him to draw up some contracts years ago, before he was a partner. They didn't hire him to draw up their will, because I doubted he would have agreed to the role they put him in; guardian. I was the ward of Edward Cullen.

That's right; a man I barely knew at the time was to take care of me in case anything happened to them. I knew they didn't really think they would leave me, but they did, and now I was stuck. With him…a virtual stranger.

I understood that they trusted him, he was a wonderful friend to them, but he was an ass too…albeit a hot ass. Granted, I admit to being the biggest fucking brat I could be to him. I didn't know him, and my world was torn apart, you would be acting out as well.

There was a ton of confusion when he was called to the reading of the will, and there was genuine surprise when the news came out, both of us protesting. He only had to take care of me until I was eighteen, which was thirteen months from the reading of the will. We were in the home stretch.

I was certain he was going to be happy to get rid of me and back to his thirty something single life, banging girls whenever he could. His place was the epitome of a bachelor pad when I moved in. Not that it mattered; I spent most of my time locked in my room. I was a zombie to the world. Surviving but not really living.

I even applied to college for next year, only to get him off my back, and was accepted early, based on my excellent grades, to Arizona University.

The only immediate problem was, I'd be eighteen during my last year of high school, just a few months away, and I had no idea where I was going to live. But soon I'd be a senior in high school, living on my own.

Granted, I would come into some of my inheritance, and college was paid for, but I still had no home. Edward's was temporary and then we would go our separate ways.

We arrived at his place and as soon as we were through the door I headed to my room, but was stopped instead by a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Bella, wait. We need to talk."

With a sigh I turned and flopped down on the couch. "What?"

"Can you stop being a brat for five fucking minutes?" he growled in agitation.

"Fine," I replied with a roll of my eyes.

"We need to start talking about your birthday. You'll be eighteen soon, and you need to start thinking about what is going to happen then," he said and I was suddenly pissed.

"Don't worry, Edward, I'll make sure I'm out of your hair," I spat and stood to walk away. "I know how you are counting down the days, until I can get my own place and you'll be rid of me forever."

I was halted by a hand on my arm, squeezing tight and making me face him.

"Damn it, Bella! Can't you just fucking talk to me without being a fucking bitch?"

"Why? That's what I am, isn't it? Why do you care, Edward? You want me out of your hair just as much as I want to d…"

"Don't! Don't you fucking say you want to die, Bella! Not again. Ever!" he growled, shaking me.

"Why not? What do I have to live for?" I asked, tears streaming down my face before my emotions took over and I began screaming. "They're dead! My parents are dead! I don't have anyone! No one! In a few months I'll be on my own and alone in this damn world!"

I tried to pry my arm away, tried to leave, but all movement stopped when his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight and kissing the top of my head. I was surprised, caught completely off guard, and I couldn't help but melt against him, the first contact I'd had in months. I didn't fight it, I couldn't, because I wanted it, I needed it, and maybe I knew I needed him.

"No, you won't be alone. You have me, Bella," he whispered.

I saw the pain evident in his features when I pulled back to look up at him.

Leaning down he pressed his lips lightly to mine and I gasped at the contact. It was electric, it was terrifying, the feelings it evoked and the sparks of life it sent throughout my body. I hadn't felt anything in so long it was somewhat upsetting.

I couldn't take the emotion in his stare or his declaration, and I freed myself before running to my room, slamming the door behind me. My back pressed against the door and I slid down to the floor, tears filling my eyes. My body shook from my frazzled nerves, the adrenaline pumping through my body from his unexpected words, and tender kiss.

Life was confusing for me at that moment, but I had a feeling it was about to get a lot more complicated.

Bit busy right now, so not able to work on ff, but wanted to give you all something.