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Coming Home


EPOV

A sigh of relief left my mouth as I saw my home come into view. I, Edward Cullen, was driving home the day before Christmas in the middle of a snowstorm from college. I was going to spend the night in a nearby hotel to escape from the weather, but my parents bribed me home with the magical word "gift." Last year, Carlisle and Esme, my parents, had bought me my prized silver Volvo which I was currently driving. They carelessly bought many things because they were rather…comfortable when it came to money.

I had decided I wanted to spend next year at home with my parents as I looked into buying a house. I had just finished college and wanted a free year before going to medical school.

My father is a world famous surgeon, and I wanted to live up to his name. I didn't, however, agree with his lifestyle, and I was one of the few people who knew about it. Carlisle was known as a "dom." It is very true that he has undeniable love for Esme, but that was not the original purpose of having her. Esme is known as a submissive or "sub." Her purpose is to serve Carlisle in anyway he pleases. He claims that all women should clean, cook, and serve as Esme does for him. For the smallest mistake, he punishes her, or as I call it, abuses her.

Esme is rarely seen outside the house. Secretly, she dreams of being an interior designer. Carlisle had forbid my brothers, Emmett and Jasper, to call her mom. We still did behind his back.

I pulled up into the driveway and sighed once more. Slowly approaching the door, I heard footsteps inside. I walked through to find Esme in the kitchen and Carlisle sitting at the table.

Esme rushed up to meet me. I knew she would be in trouble later, but she threw her arms around me.

"I miss you, mom," I whispered quietly.

"Merry Christmas, Edward," she whispered tearfully. She motioned me quickly into the living room before I had a chance to talk to Carlisle. "This is from me. The other has been moved to your room."

She pointed to a brand new baby grand piano. I grabbed her in another hug and kissed her forehead.

"You are the best mother I could ever ask for," I said quietly burying my face in her ceramal colored hair.

"There is my golden son!" Carlisle exclaimed. I cringed slightly.

I didn't want to be the golden son. I couldn't understand why he favored me over my brothers, Emmett and Jasper. I wondered if it was because they lived natural lives with their wives…or at least I think they do. Carlisle always thought that I would one day live his lifestyle.

"The best is yet to come! Your gift from me is upstairs on your bed," he said embracing me in a handshake.

I walk up the stairs anxiously. Carlisle always surprised me when it came to gifts. I warily opened my door to see the curtains on my bedposts closed. I slowly drew them back. The sight before my eyes horrified me. A nude girl, who couldn't be older than seventeen, laid cover in bruises. She was currently unconscious, and her hands were tied behind her back with one of my neckties. Her face was darkened with marks, and deep circles lined her eyes. Her cheeks were stained by dry tears. Mahogany hair splayed out, and she had herself in the fetal position. I rushed back downstairs to find Carlisle waiting for me.

"So what do you think?" he asked excitedly.

"What do I think?" I asked angrily. "You bought me a…a person? She doesn't look like a hooker or stripper, but how could you! You know that I don't agree with your methods. She doesn't even look of age!"

Carlisle looked like he was about to release a hundred years of hell on me. He looked positively livid. "She is not a hooker or a stripper. Bella was daughter of a family friend. I bought her for you a few days before he died of cancer. She has not been full trained, so I expect you to finish it yourself."

"I don't want her, Carlisle! I'm twenty-two years old, and I want to find a wife myself. What you have done is beyond illegal. Is she even done with high school?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yes, she graduated a year early for her excellent marks," Carlisle proceeded. "You will finish training her and do as I say! You will live with her, and she will come with you when you find a home. Do you understand me, young man?"

"Yes, sir," I grumbled. I didn't know, nor did I want to know, how to train, praise, or punish her.

"Now go up to your room and get acquainted to your future wife," he demanded.

I gulped while taking the journey to my room slowly. I wasn't ready for a wife. She was only seventeen! My father has official lost his mind. I put my ear to the door, and heard quiet uncontrolled sobs. My heart thumped loudly as it was pulled to the poor innocent girl behind the door. I opened the door quietly, and walked silently to the edge of the bed. She hadn't notice my presence for her back was facing me. I brushed hair back from her face, and she screamed a bloodcurdling scream.

Heart speeding and blood racing, I rushed clam her. Without think of her injuries, I scooped her up in my arms and rocked her in a soothing motion. It did more damage than help. Her screams became louder, but soon, she began to hyperventilate. Esme burst through the door took Bella from me before I had a chance to protest.

Bella clutched to my mother. I heard Esme whisper something into Bella's ear, and Bella turned to look at me. Her face paled at the sight of me, and she turned quickly back to my mother.

"Mom, give her to me," I whispered before I could stop what had tumbled out of my mouth.

"No, Edward, she needs me," Esme said quietly.

"Mother, give her to me!" I demanded.

"Edward! You will do as I say. Sit your ass down and be quiet!" Esme barked.

I quickly did what she asked in fear of her outburst. I prayed to God the Carlisle didn't hear her. If he knew, she would be as beaten as Bella.

Esme was always the expert when it came to comfort. Even if she was disobeying Carlisle's orders, she always came to my brothers' and my rescue. Bella's sobs turned into soft whimpers. Finally, I heard her breathing slow and knew that she had fallen asleep in the arms of my mother.

"Leave her to sleep, Edward. You can't imagine the terror she has leaved through. Come, and I'll shall make her some food for when she wakes.

I followed my mother silently to the kitchen. Studying her as she prepared Bella's meal, Carlisle pulled me away to his study.

"Edward, you are not to watch Esme as she completes her tasks," he scolded. "And may I ask why you are not attending to Bella?"

"She is asleep," I mumbled avoiding eye contact.

"I heard her scream, and I wished to know why she was punished. I'm impressed, my boy."

I flinched as he spoke of punishment. "She wasn't being punished. Scared to death by me is a better way to put it. What the hell happened to her?"

"She spoke out of line, so I had to fix her uncontrolled mouth. Her uncle and cousin really did a number on her, too. Her father, my friend Charlie, had custody over her because his divorced wife had been killed in a fatal accident. Charlie sent her to her Uncle Demetri and Cousin Marcus. They were her teachers on who to be the prefect wife from cook to pleasuring you."

His explanations ran through my mind slowly as I processed them word by word. "Wait…" I started, "her family used her for…for that!"

I was beyond disgusted. If I ever met any of her family, I promised myself that I would rip them apart with my bare hands.

"Carlisle, may I borrow Edward? Bella's meal is finished, and I thought he would like to present it to her," Esme said with a sickly forced smile.

Carlisle dismissed me, and I helped Esme gather the food onto a tray. I realized that my hands were shaking as I made my way back up to my room. The door creaked lightly when I gently pushed it open with my foot.

Bella's head snapped in my direction, and her eyes grew. I made a mental note to thank Esme for dressing the poor girl.

"I- I brought you some dinner," I stuttered out nervously. "Can I get you anything?"

I couldn't believe I was nervous! Carlisle bought her, and she is mine after all. I held the tray out to her, but she stood frozen in her spot.

A sudden chill blew across me, and I noticed the window was wide open.

Bella's eyes darted between me and window. Before I could stop what was coming next, Bella ran full speed at the window. All I could see was her figure smash threw the glass and disappear out the window.