A/N: Merry Christmas and stuff. I'm going to be busy at the beginning of next week, like lots of you will be so… Here's an early chapter. This one is a bit different than what I had planned, with different POVs going on, but I think it works. I'm going to try to not make this a habit, but some things needed to be shared, and without doing it this way I wasn't sure how else it could be done. SO, I'll shut up and let you get to it, then!
After Rose kicked Edward and Emmett out she smiled and introduced herself to my mother-in-law. They hit it off well because they had similar personalities, only Rose was a bit more refined, like June used to be. "I'm sorry for your loss." She smiled sadly and June nodded, not able to speak. It broke my heart knowing that the death of my son wreaked havoc on more people than just me. I'd been getting used to hurt and pain, June was past all that and didn't deserve such heartache.
I hated James more and more as the moments passed. Part of me knew it was best that James was far away from here, but then a small part of me – the part I hated – kept nagging at me. He couldn't even come to see you in the hospital, what kind of husband does that? What did you do to make him hate you so much? I shook my head, willing to make the thoughts go away. When I looked back at the ladies in my room they were frowning at me and I blushed.
"What's going on in that head of yours, Bella?" June asked, and I was sure she already knew, but I couldn't lie to her. I was a terrible liar.
"I was just thinking… James hasn't even attempted to come see me." I whispered. Rose looked incredulous and June looked sad. "And, I can't understand why I care."
"All of these weird thoughts will pass, sweetie. It's just something our mind does in situations like this. Even after I left his father I would catch myself wondering why the bastard hadn't even given a shit to come look for me. But, I realized that if he had I would have been terrified, so it was for the best that he didn't care in the first place." She explained and I nodded. It made sense, a lot of sense. Why was I worried about James coming to see me? I didn't want him anywhere near me. I was seriously losing my mind, that's all it was.
"OK, so you'll be released tomorrow sometime if all goes well. The sutures in your rear will dissolve over time, but if you have any bleeding or discomfort after the next week or so please go see your regular doctor. I don't want you lifting, carrying, or doing anything strenuous for the next 6 weeks or so and you can come back in here to get your staples out in about a week. You'll have a nice little scar, but it will be well hidden under your panty line, OK?" Rose was back in doctor mode and I listened very carefully. "You'll be given a prescription for pain medication and an anti-biotic to prevent any infections. Other than that, you're free to do what you want when you're ready and feel strong enough."
"Um, I have a question." I blushed and she smiled at me. "Not that I want to or anything, but… I can still have kids, right? I mean, everything was OK otherwise, right?"
"Oh, absolutely. No sex for six weeks, but I'm assuming that won't be an issue…" She said and then grimaced. "Sorry, that was uncalled for…"
"No, it wasn't." I smiled. "Doctors have to find humor in things or they'll go crazy, I get it. I mean, my father and even James would say that about their jobs. I can't imagine seeing heartbreaking things day to day and being able to turn it off."
"It still shouldn't have been said that way in front of you. I have to be careful." She chastised herself and I just nodded. I didn't mind, but she was right, someone might and I didn't want her to get into trouble because of it. "You know, when you're better we should get lunch."
I looked at her funny and then smiled again. "I'd really like that. I'm sorry I thought you were a bitch." I said and then snorted. "Oh my god…"
"Morphine will do that to a person." She laughed. "It was warranted, trust me, I know. Here's my card, my personal cell is on the back. Call or text when you're ready. If I don't answer right away I'll call you as soon as I can. Residency is kind of insane."
"I can imagine. Thanks for everything, Dr. Hale. If you need a review, I'll write you a stellar one."
"You're cute. Rest, and that's an order." She bent down and gave me a hug and I hugged her back, feeling tears come to my eyes.
"You're the first person to really care since the…situation…so thanks." I whispered and she hugged me a little tighter.
"That's sad." She whispered back. "And make sure she eats!" She turned her attention to June and June smiled and nodded, saluting her and the three of us chuckled at that. A few minutes later she left having more patients to attend to and it was just my mother-in-law and me.
"I'm serious, Bella. You're staying with that Cullen boy. He can protect you while I can't. When I get the house outfitted for bear then you can come live with me if you like but you are not going back to that son of a bitch." She said and I just stared at her.
"That's your son…" I felt like there was someone else inside of my head when things like that came out. I couldn't understand why I seemed to still care so much about James when all he wanted was a slave.
"No son of mine puts his hands on his wife." She glared and I sighed.
"I ruin everything…he's right."
"Don't you dare talk like that, Isabella! You ruined nothing!" June was up and in my bed holding me for dear life in seconds. "You silly girl, you silly, silly girl. What am I ever going to do with you?"
"I can't burden Edward. What if he has a girlfriend or a wife or something? I can't impose on that! How would it look to her if he housed some pathetic little mouse of a girl for god knows how long? I'd ruin that, too." I cried.
"If he's got someone else they're already doomed…" She whispered and I looked at her funny. "Don't you see the way that boy looks at you? He wants to help you, Bella. Let the man help you."
"I'm a fucking mess." June's eyes got wide at my language and she smiled wide. "What?"
"There's a fighter in there, isn't there? You're not a mess. You've been knocked down, dragged out, and busted up, but you're not a mess. You are a strong woman who's going to kick my son's ass in divorce court and if I have anything to do with it, you'll be literally kicking his ass from here to out of town."
"Mom!" I shouted and she laughed.
"That's right, you're my daughter no matter what anyone says, and no daughter of mine is going to keep living like this. Period."
"OK." I sighed and she held me until I felt my eyes droop and I fell asleep.
"You what?" Emmett asked, his eyes wide and his hands in his hair. "This is a man's pad, dude. It's not chick safe!"
"I'm not bring an infant home, asshole. It's not like I have to baby proof the place. She's not going to be sticking her fingers in electrical sockets and pulling heavy things down on her little head… Besides, you live in the basement, why do you give a shit?" I asked, shaking my head at his craziness. "Come on, we need to get one of the rooms ready for her."
We headed up the stairs and I looked around. I figured she might have nightmares or get scared being in a new place, and I chose the bedroom next to the bathroom. My room was at the end of the hall, closest to the stairs, then there was a full bathroom, a bedroom and then a few other rooms and office space. Most of it was empty, and some of the rooms were a bit bigger, but I wanted her close by incase she needed anything. Emmett wouldn't know, but I honestly thought about buying a baby monitor thing to hide in her room, just in case, but that was a tad insane, so I dropped it.
"There's nothing in this room but junk. There's a bunch of shit in here, can't we use another one?" Emmett whined.
"Dude…it's Bella. You don't remember how much you liked Bella? Wouldn't you want her to be the first priority, not your football injury?" I laughed. Do you want to shop for girly shit or do you want to unload the room?" I offered and he frowned. "That's what I thought. I'm going to the store."
I headed out and drove to Port Angeles to a nice little antique furniture store. My mother used to shop there all the time when she'd redecorate things, unless she felt modern, which everyone kind of hated. When I walked in I was surprised to see the same woman working behind the counter. She aged well, and was probably in her sixties by now, with bright white long hair. "Adele, it's been too long."
"Why if it isn't Edward Cullen, come here boy, let me get a good look at you!" She laughed heading around the counter to hug me. I kissed her cheek and she blushed a little. "What brings you here?"
"I got a last minute house guest and my spare rooms are bare. I need something for a woman who loves classic romance novels and is cozy, got any ideas?" I asked. She winked and I blushed a little.
"I've got a nice white four poster and matching furniture set if you'd like to take a look."
"That would be perfect. The room is still a robin's egg blue with wood floors, so let's see." She walked over to it and I saw Bella written all over it. I saw that she had crystal table lamps and a nice chandelier that matched the décor as well. All of the furniture had claw feet and the paint was aged, so it looked old. I could picture her sitting in the room with all of her books and just being cozy by the large window facing the woods, reading something – probably Romeo and Juliet. I internally grimaced, I paid way too much attention to her back in school.
"There's a nice little white oversized chair that would be perfect with this, and I even have a floor lamp that matches the crystal ones, if you're interested."
Within about an hour I had her sons filling up her furniture truck with all the stuff. The bed, the new mattress, the two night stands, the book case, the oversized chair and the two table lamps, the floor lamp, and even the chandelier. She gave me the family discount and I walked out of there five thousand dollars poorer. I didn't care, though. I wanted Bella to feel safe and secure and comfortable. I told them to head to the house and Emmett would be there. I still had something to do.
Walking across the street I went into the bookstore. There I bought all of the classics, and even some more recent popular books that I know Alice had been reading. I figured she may need clothes, but that was something maybe she and Alice could do together. I wasn't sure how much she'd be getting from her house.
When all of my shopping was done I headed home. The truck was there and the furniture was being moved in. One of the guys even installed the chandelier, taking down the ugly ceiling fixture. When everything was set up and the furniture guys left Emmett just glared at me.
"Dude…what did you do?"
"She has to feel comfortable, Em. If she ends up spending all of her time locked in her room at least I know it's comfortable." I sighed. "I mean, she's leaving one man and moving in with two, I can see where she might just want to be alone."
"Whatever. Hey, does she know that you live with a ton of dogs?" He asked, and I felt a bit nervous. Had I told her that, I thought I did, but would she be really aware of what it entailed?
"I'm sure she will be fine. Jake's the only one who lives in the house all the time. Heck, it may even be therapeutic to her." I smiled and he mulled that over and then grinned.
"They always brighten up my bad days." He replied and I nodded.
"See, it'll be fine!" I assured, both Emmett and myself, it seemed.
That stupid bitch had it coming, and I wasn't done with her by any means. The fact that I wasn't even allowed past the security desk pissed me off. I was a goddamn cop. I should be allowed anywhere, especially near my wife. Charlie had been by, but I didn't answer the door. Usually I had an answer for everything, but this one was going to be hard. I honestly didn't think I'd been too rough with her, but that was all water under the bridge at this point.
She just better not have lost the baby, or I'd kick her little ass.
It was a privilege that I let her get pregnant anyway. She wasn't really worthy of it, since I'm convinced she'd be a shit mother, but I figured if she was that bad I'd just get another woman in the house to take care of it while I was at work.
I tried calling my mother to give her a heads up that Bella was up to her lies again, but she wasn't answering and I had to believe she already knew about Bella and was already believing her lies. Manipulative little bitch.
I had to clean up all of the blood in the house because she wasn't home to do it and that made me even more pissed off. Now I was in the grocery store picking up beer and something easy for dinner. More than likely I'd just drink my dinner and call it done. I had to work in the morning anyway. That was one good thing about getting piss drunk – I didn't even care about the goose egg on the back of my head from that little fucker, Tyler. He'd get his when he least expected it. Maybe I'd follow him to a call or something and make it look like an accident.
You can't just hit a guy with a shovel and not expect him to want to get even.
I grabbed what I needed and headed out to the car. When I got there Charlie was standing there leaning against his cruiser that was blocking me in the parking space. God dammit… "Hey, Chief!" I smiled opening the trunk to put the beer and few bags inside.
"Hands on the car, asshole." He said, his eyes creeped me out, but I stood my ground.
"Who the hell do you think you are, man? I've got to get home, so please move the car." I grumbled and went to walk passed him. He shoved me, hard, and I fell against the trunk of my car.
"I said hands on the car." He growled and kicked my legs apart, patted me down and removed my carry, wallet, and keys. "We're going for a ride…" He whispered menacingly as he placed me in cuffs and threw me in the back of the cruiser.
"You can't do this, I'll have your badge!" I shouted. He just laughed. "Fuck you." The ride wasn't long and soon we were parked in my driveway. He yanked me out of the back and dragged me up the steps.
"Open the door." He ordered and I just stood there. He pulled my hands up by the cuffs until it felt like my shoulders were going to break as he took my keys and unlocked the door and threw me inside. Slamming the door behind him, I stumbled and fell onto the living room floor. "This is between you and me, James. I promise you, it's not your lucky day. Lucky would be me putting your ass in jail."
"What is your problem? You're acting crazy." I snapped, trying to get my ass up off the floor.
"You are going to walk me through exactly what happened the other night. If you leave anything out I will beat it out of you, do you understand me?"
"Cuffed? You'll beat me cuffed? You're a joke, you'll be fired in a second."
"Who are they going to believe asshole? Now move! I won't tell you twice." He shouted, reaching down and yanking me up off the floor.
I walked him into the kitchen with a sigh. He wasn't going to like this, but I really didn't want to have to try to defend myself cuffed. "I told her I wanted dinner ready and on the table by the time I got home. You knew that."
"And I wanted her ready for me."
"That better fucking not be what I think it means…" His nose was flaring and his moustache seemed to be alive, bristling on his face. It would have been comical if I was in any other position. Right now, it was pretty scary.
"Then what?" He snapped, picking up a wooden spatula from the stove. I didn't answer at first and he hit me in the shoulder with it. I let out a hiss and then licked my lips.
"I fed her, I ate, and then I went to take her on the table, but she hadn't groomed herself the way I liked it, so I hit her…"
"Here…" I pointed to the general area and he took that fucking spatula and hit me in the dick with it. I fell to my knees with a choked sob, seeing stars.
"Then what?" He ordered. I just shook my head, unable to talk. I was pretty sure I was going to puke all over the floor. "THEN WHAT?"
"I took her in the ass." I snapped. "She fought me and she hurt herself, man. I put her in the bathtub thinking it would stop the bleeding and then I got drunk, alright? I got so drunk that I passed out and she was in the water for a couple hours. Next thing I knew the fucking medics were here." I cried. Seriously, I think he broke my nuts!
"I don't think I heard you right… I know you didn't just tell me you raped my daughter."
"Fuck you, she's my wife!"
"She's my child! How many other times have you hurt her that I don't know about?" He asked, grabbing me by the scruff of my neck and pulling me up off the floor. "If I was like you I'd shove this spatula where the sun don't shine and make sure I left fucking splinters!"
"I put her in scalding hot bath to teach her to shut up. That's the last I remember. 'Cept for when Tyler hit me in the fucking head with a shovel."
"Good, I'll be buying that guy a beer later. How many other times have you hurt my child?" Charlie wouldn't let up. I needed to get him the hell out of my house.
So I told him everything.
"You son of a bitch!" For every slap I admitted, he hit me with that god damn spatula. For every punch, he punched me. For every single thing I ever did to that stupid bitch I got back. I was bloodied and sore, and I'm pretty sure a rib or two were broken. I laid there on the tile floor as my father-in-law uncuffed me and crouched down in front of my face. "This didn't happen. If you think it happened, you'll be arrested for assault, domestic abuse, and rape. Understand, piss ant?"
"Understood…Chief." I choked.
"Good! Now stay away from my kid." He said and stormed out of the house.
The last thing I remember was thinking how clean the floor smelled, Bella did a damn god job…
A/N: I had to redeem Charlie – it's the Christmas Spirit I tell ya! SO, what do you all think? Please let me know – think of it as my Christmas gift from you!