A/N: I`m back! And here is the outtake that I promised you all! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you will have the same fun reading :) In this first chapter we see Bella and Edward have a little chat on the phone and this chat is getting ugly for our vampire … Have fun and review please.

Please read my storyNew Moon: The Volterra incidentfirst, so you know what is going on here!

Disclaimer: All of the fantastic Twilight world belongs to Stephenie Meyer! Not me!

Warning: Spanking/Corporal punishment in later chapter(s)! There is also bad language and violence!

My special and biggest thanks goes to my beta ryannotseth for all the help and brainstorming, that she does with me!

Now lean back and enjoy!

Chapter 1 A clean start!

Edward`s POV

The house was quiet. Mum was outside and working in her garden with her beloved flowers. My father sat in his study, reading medical journals and taking notes for his work tomorrow. A few rooms away I was sitting on my white lounge doing my biology homework that was due tomorrow. I hate homework. I didn't have a problem with it if anything it was easy, but it was so damm boring. I knew that Bella wasn't doing well in biology, so maybe I would drive over to her place and help with that.

I dropped my pencil next to me on the sheets of paper, stood up and moved over to my desk. My right hand grabbed the house phone and I punched the speed dial for Bella's place. On the second ring, I heard her sweet voice. "Hey handsome," she lovingly greeted me.

"Hey, beautiful," I greeted her, smiling and moving to my closed balcony door. I stared out into the forest that surrounded our home. "Do you need help with your homework? I could sort of stop by and help if you want me to?"

I heard her speaking to Charlie in the background, than she was talking to me again. "Sure, stop by as you said, in say half an hour?"

"I'll be there," I told her and started to hang up, but then I noticed the change in her voice at that last sentence. Something was wrong … "Bella? Are you alright?"

She was moving and climbing up the stairs maybe, then I heard a door being closed and she breathed out slowly. "Ehm, I ..."

Yes, something is definitely wrong. "Come on," I prompted her further. "What is it?"

"Edward I," she stammered slowly and I waited patiently. She went on. "I saw him a few hours ago in town again. He was drunk and swore at me."

My eyes went wide and I felt my anger rise. "Who cursed on you, Bella?"

Alone the image that someone here in our little town had said ugly words to my Bella made me livid! She was silent at the end of the line. "BELLA," I nearly snarled into the phone and I heard her clear her throat.

"Casey Lawrence," Bella answered slowly. "The guy who-"

"I know who that is, dear," I cut her off. I balled a fist with my left hand, as I looked through the glass and into the dark evening again. "Where did you see him?"

My voice was angry and loud now. I was pissed and didn`t really care who could hear me "Bella, you heard me!" I was yelling now.

I heard the low sound of a book being snapped shut in another room. Then a chair which scrapped over wood. Now Bella was pleading with me not to do anything stupid. "Bella! That fucking son of a b-"

"Don`t even think about finishing that sentence, Edward!"

I gulped and winced at the silent order from my father. I smelt him in my room now and turned around with the phone in my right hand. He stared at me in disbelief. Slowly he shook his head and stepped further into my room. As he approached me, he held his hand out.

"Who is on the phone?" My Dad was very calm when he asked me in his mind.

I dropped my gaze to the floor in front of me. "Bella" I replied.

He snatched the phone out of my hand and held it to his ear. I looked back up and his eyes were still on me. "Bella? It`s Carlisle. May I ask you what you two were talking about as my son was using this foul language?"

I really hoped she would lie to my father for me, but I knew she could never do that. He turned his back on me and walked a few steps to my bookshelves. As I heard him gasp, I thought about making a run for it. In a second he looked back to me and his golden stare told me to stay put! Carlisle ran his left hand through his blonde hair and sighed. Then he slowly walked back to me. "Bella, I know this guy was so wrong doing that to you, but I," and here he locked eyes with mine and let out a deep growl. "I will not let my son speak to anyone in that tone and with that kind of language!"

Again I gulped as he let out this warning for me. He listened to my girlfriend for a minute. "Sure he can, Bella. Yes, see you, dear. Bye."

Dad punched the disconnect button and tossed the phone on my lounge. Slowly he placed his hands on his hips. "I am not able to read minds, Edward, but I know what you are thinking about at this moment."

I bit my lip to sooth the nervousness I was feeling. Dad moved on. "You will leave this guy alone! I said it before and I will say it again. This is chief Swan's job and he will do something, if he feels the need for it! You won't!"

I let my eyes flash with anger. "But, dad, he-"

Carlisle took one step into my personal space and snarled so loud at me, that I felt my hair move. I cringed and tumbled backwards. Then I felt the edge of the lounge on my legs. Damm … I was trapped! "I repeat," he ordered me sternly. "You ... will ... not ... do anything, not even put one finger to Casey Lawrence! Have I made myself clear now?"

I nodded. He raised an eyebrow at me. "I can`t hear you, Edward!"

"Yes," I whispered.

He stepped away from me a little bit and turned to move to the open door. Once there he shot me another hard look. "With me … NOW!"

What is he up to? I followed him out of my room and tried to get into his head, but he shut me out. I noticed that he didn't go in the direction to his office, as I had expected, but the other direction. Then finally he shot me an image of Rose in the bathroom. She had a green bar of soap in her mouth. I remembered this incident. A week ago Rosalie had cursed at one of our teacher's in school and Dad was not happy about it. Oh no please …

I knew that he had spanked her for cursing in public, but didn`t thought about the soap. He opened the door and I panicked a little. "Dad come on, please," I begged him to let me off. "I didn't mean it."

He stretched his other arm out and crooked a finger at me. "Come … here … now!"

My shoulders slumped and I moved forward, knowing that I couldn't escape him. He was faster and stronger than me and he would have grabbed me before I had reached the damm stairs. As I was in arm reach he pushed me into our bathroom and shut the door behind us. I let myself down on the edge of the big tub and kept my eyes on my father, who was searching the cupboard above the sink. He opened the door and took a green package out. His fingers slid into the paper as he opened it. From my spot on the tub I grimaced at that. Carlisle took the green wrapper off, turned the water on and ran the soap under the stream of warm water.

Two seconds later he had the bar wet enough and I saw little bubbles on its green surface. My father turned around to me – bar in hand. "Stand please."

I did. He went on with the punishment for cursing in our house. "Open up."

My black eyes begged him, but he refused. "Do you want a spanking on top?"

"No."

"Then do as you are told, Edward and stop the stalling! I have something to read for my surgery in the morning and I don't have the time for your childish games, open up," he ordered.

I flinched. Now I had made him angry. I put my hands behind my back and opened my mouth wide. The next thing I sensed was the ugly taste of the Irish Spring soap on my tongue and in my mouth. My urge to vomit was cut off by two of his strong fingers, that he placed under my chin. He pulled my head up a bit and watched my inner struggle to stay still. "One minute," he informed me.

My eyes wanted to bulge out of their holes as he set the time line for me. Slowly I moved my feet a little bit and kept my eyes open. I felt the sharp taste in my whole mouth, tongue and throat. I wanted to spit but knew that he would not let me.

Time inched by and then finally be began to lecture. "You know that your mother and I do not allow that kind language. And it doesn`t matter if it was directed at one of us, a friend or a stranger. It is rude and disrespectful, Edward. I warned you last time, remember? Now I have it up to here with you and it will stop right now, my son!"

I swallowed a bit of the soap and began to cough and wanted to vomit. Panicky I turned to the sink, but my father took my head in his hands to stop me. "Oh no, not yet, we have a few seconds left, alright."

My eyes were pleading and watering at the same time. I sniffed and coughed again. He took a quick glance at his watch and let go off my head. Then he grabbed the sides of the bar and pulled it out of my mouth. "Finished," he said and put the green bar on the edge of the sink. Carlisle turned the cold water on and looked at me. "Spit and rinse."

I bolted to the sink, hands on the sides and spit into the sink. Then I gulped some water in my mouth and washed it out. Nearly five minutes later I was able to say something. Dad stood by the window in the bathroom and had his arms crossed over his chest. I wiped my face with a towel and turned to him. "Dad, I'm sorry really, I won't do it again!"

"That would be a good plan; otherwise you will get the soap and a spanking. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir. … can I go still to Bella's to help her study?" I enquired.

He inhaled and thought for a moment. Then nodded. "You can, but promise me that you will only help her study, okay? … Oh and you will have a curfew now!"

"A what," I asked him loudly. "Dad, come on ..."

He shook his head and moved over to me. "Yes, Edward. You are to be back by 11 pm, because tomorrow is a school day, alright? Not a minute later!"

My father ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Go on! Have fun and remember my warning." "Do not mess with Casey Lawrence!"

"No, I won't," I told him and stepped out of our bathroom. Then I walked in my room grabbing my books and other school stuff. I took the car keys and put my grey coat on. Slowly I stepped downstairs and through the house. As I drove out of the big garage and made my way down the dark street, I moved my eyes to the clock in the car. Just past 8:30 pm … We still have over two hours!

Tbc ...

A/N: You know, that I am eager to know what you all thinking of this beginning! Our favourite daddy is not up to jokes, cause of the surgery he has to do tomorrow and Edward had pissed him off already. Great start, lol … What do you think is going to happen and does Carlisle finds the time to study this night?

Vanessa