I'm expanding my P.S. I Love You Contest entry. It won't be a full-length novel, but perhaps adding a chapter or two, catching a glimpse into their lives. Did they get their HEA? Did their hatred truly morph into true love? And what happened to Jacob Black?

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Chapter Two

EPOV

Six Months Later

"Lizzie, stop," I growled. "You'll meet Bella when I'm good and ready."

"It's been almost six months, Edward Anthony. Stop hogging her," Elizabeth grumbled. "Are you ashamed of her? I mean, this is the longest relationship you've had."

"It's the only relationship I've ever had," I countered. "Bella is everything I've ever dreamed of, but she's still dealing with some personal issues and just now really letting me in." I pinched my nose. "I promise to bring Bella to Tommy's birthday next weekend. Will that be okay?"

"I suppose. I want to make sure that she's making my big brother happy," Elizabeth said. "I love you, Eddie, and you deserve to be happy."

"I am happy," I cooed. "Give my love to the boys. I've got to get back to work."

"Okay. Love you, Eddie," Elizabeth sang, hanging up.

I tossed my cell phone onto my desk. I was working on a new ad for a new hotel, a direct rival to Jacob Black, whom we'd dropped as a client shortly after the shenanigans in Atlantic City. I wanted to pour myself into this campaign and end that asshole.

Permanently.

His new vodka and hotel line, Hysteria, were doing tremendously well, despite the bad publicity that was leaked by an unknown source after the launch of the booze and opening of his grand hotel in Atlantic City. Jacob's publicity team spun it and turned me into the asshole.

Okay, I was an asshole, at least where Jacob was concerned. He made some very inappropriate advances toward the woman of my dreams and made her shut herself away from the world. He brought up some very raw and horrific memories from her past. As a result, Bella ended up taking the rest of the year off, with Aro and Marcus's blessing, to focus on getting her mind in the right place since she never really dealt with the molestation and rape from when she was a teenager. She would be coming back after the first of the year, with a new focus and new drive.

And I was by her side every step of the way … as she sobbed at her lost innocence … as she raged at her mother for not believing her when she told her and saying that she led Phil on … as she had nightmares, finally healing from her past.

But there was more to her pain. She couldn't move past her pain until she got some closure.

It made for a rocky start to our relationship, but we went to couple's therapy, trying to navigate our way through our feelings. I loved her and she loved me, but she was terrified of being touched intimately. She was afraid that she'd clam up, lash out or shut down.

"Edward, don't forget my rehearsal dinner," Rose said, arching a brow as she leaned against my office door. I blinked up at her, smirking at her."Bella is my maid of honor. I want her there and I want her smiling."

"She's been smiling more than crying, Rose," I retorted. "It's my goal in life to make her as happy as possible."

"Good. I'd hate to surgical excise your balls," she smirked. "I love my girl. She's been through hell and back and who would have thought her nemesis would be the one to finally convince her to get help."

"We're not enemies any more, Rosalie," I snickered.

"I know that now," she said, her face softening. "I saw how distraught you were when you got back from A.C. You're good for her. Anyway, you both need to be at the church by four tomorrow. Wear a suit!"

"I'd rather wear a suit than jeans," I said, grinning crookedly. She waved her hand, leaving me and teetering away back to Bella's office. Rose had taken over Bella's accounts while she was on medical leave. She was not Bella, by any stretch of the imagination, but she was competent. I finished my work on the proposal for the hotel chain, saving my work and putting my laptop into my bag. Tonight, Bella and I were going out to dinner and a show and I didn't want to be late.

BPOV

I was sitting on my bed, trying to figure out what I wanted to wear for my date with Edward. Ever since he showed up on my doorstep six months ago, he said that we'd go out to dinner or to have fun twice a week. He wanted us to have a romantic, sweet courtship since I'd never had that. Granted, neither had he.

We both were workaholics. He was a workaholic because he never could stop after the death of his parents. He wanted to support his sister and be the best family he could be, acting as mother, father, brother and best friend. I was a workaholic because I was trying to compensate for my fucked-up feeling of self-worth, thanks to Phil and what he did to me. I was getting better. Every day, I was getting stronger and healing, but I still had moments where getting out of bed were rough.

Those usually happened after I had sessions with my therapist. Edward would usually spend the night and his arms kept the nightmares at bay. Who would have thought the man who made my life hell for almost eight years would become my savior?

The man who loved me, broken and all.

But, I was afraid I'd always be broken.

"What should I wear, Wrigs?" I asked, looking at the two outfits on my bed. "The black dress with heels or this skirt and sweater?" My dog just snuggled next to me, her tail wagging and licking my hands. "I'll go with the skirt and sweater." I kissed her puppy head, grabbing my clothes and changing into the navy-blue pencil skirt with a maroon V-neck sweater. Curling my hair, putting into a low ponytail, I put on some sexy, but subtle makeup. Adding a scarf and a pair of knee-high maroon boots, I sat down in the living room, watching television until I heard Edward's keys in the door.

Edward still had his brownstone, but we both had keys to our respective places. Edward spent more time at my condo, saying it felt more homey. I always thought it was cold, but it felt more like home when Edward was there.

Shortly before six, Edward came in, carrying a large bouquet and a bone for my dog. "You don't have to give me flowers every we go out," I chided, taking the gorgeous arrangement from him and placing it on my dining room table. "I appreciate it, but …"

"But nothing," he snorted. "I want to spoil you." He wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck. I melted against him, lost in his strength and his warmth. "You smell good, mon cherie."

I smiled, turning in his arms and toying with his slightly long hair. He needed a haircut, but was still so handsome. "So do you, baby," I murmured. I kissed him tenderly, sighing happily as he crushed me against his muscular body. Kisses never bothered me. Phil never kissed me. So, when Edward brushed his lips against mine, I felt the sparks of arousal and pleasure. We never moved past kissing since I was still working through my fears of being intimate with anyone, but Edward was patient, kind, tender and understanding. He said that he was willing to wait for me, however long it took. But, from what I was gathering, I was leaning on holding off on being intimate until we decide to take that next step … engagement? Marriage?

Who would want to marry me?

He'd hinted at it, saying that when a Cullen falls, they fall forever. His sister met her husband, Ryan, in high school and they were inseparable. Prior to his parents' passing, they'd been together since they met in high school. Edward had previously dismissed the idea of love, focusing on his job, but now that he'd experienced our relationship, as fucked up as it was, he was not going back to his empty, bland existence.

"You're thinking too hard, Bella," he said, pulling back and brushing his fingers down my cheek. "What are you stressing about?"

I smiled, pushing back my insecurities. "Nothing, baby," I answered. He furrowed his brow, his jaw clenching. I sighed, knowing that he was not buying my lie. "Same old insecurities."

"I will tell you every day for the rest of my life, our lives, that I love you," he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. "Now, we have reservations at Bavette's Bar and Boeuf and then …" Reaching into his pocket, he produced two tickets to Hamilton. "You said you've been dying to see this. A client gave me tickets and I can't wait for you to see it."

"I can't believe you," I giggled. "And I love you more than words can say. Thank you for being so patient with me."

"Good things … great things come to those who wait. I've waited a lifetime for you Ms. Swan. I'm not going anywhere," he said, grinning my favorite smile, slightly crooked and totally sweet, just for me. "Now, let's head out. I didn't eat lunch because I wanted steak." I kissed his jaw, allowing him to put on my winter coat. I grabbed my purse, riding down to the first floor. Edward guided us to a waiting limo. I gave him a look. "What? I want to spoil you."

Clambering inside, we drove the restaurant and were ushered to a small, private room. Dinner was delicious and it was a romantic restaurant. Hopping in the limo after Edward paid the bill, we made it to the theater just before the curtain rose. We were in a private booth. Edward held me on his lap as we watched the musical that had been hyped up all year long. I was entranced by the performers, the unique twist on history and Edward's arms around my body. I couldn't have felt more comfortable.

That was until we got ready to leave.

"Isabella … long time no see," came the gravelly voice of my mom's new husband and my abuser. I blanched, gripping Edward's hand, turning to see him and my mom, dressed in their finery. "I thought it was you. You look amazing."

I couldn't say anything. Edward glared at him. "Do you want to go, mon cherie?" he asked, his voice icy cold. Unable to say anything, I nodded.

"Don't be rude, Bella," Mom said, teetering toward me and hugging me. "Let's go out for drinks. Put all of this unpleasantness behind us." Her lips were to my ear. "You will apologize to him, Bella. I can't believe that you would make such accusations. Phil loves you like a daughter."

"He raped me, Mom. The fact that you believe him over me … I can't do this. I won't do this," I hissed back. I jerked back and tried to keep upright. "I'm sorry, but we have a big weekend. My best friend is getting married and I'm the maid of honor." I turned, dragging Edward with me. Once we were outside, I stumbled, my heart cracking and my stomach churning.

"I'm here, Bella," he whispered, practically carrying me to the limo. Outwardly, I kept my emotions off, but was trembling in anger, fear and anxiety. Once in the limo, Edward knelt in front of me, keeping his eyes on mine. "Look at me, gorgeous." I clamped my eyes shut, memories of my abuse assaulting my brain. His hands took my face. "Bella, I won't let him hurt you. Look at me." Opening my eyes, I saw the soft jade green of Edward's orbs. Not the harsh gray of Phil's angry stare. "I love you. I'll always love you. Please, breathe with me."

The world faded into darkness …

xx ATLBLAH xx

I woke up in my bedroom, the lights dim and Edward speaking quietly on his phone. I was in a pair of pajamas, wrapped up like a burrito. My eyes felt like sandpaper and I had the worst headache. "… Rose, it was a bad night. You weren't there," Edward hissed. "I'll have Bella at the salon tomorrow and your maid of honor will be at your wedding."

I got up, grabbing my cell phone from the nightstand, noticing that it was after nine in the evening. The following day. "Rose's rehearsal," I wailed.

"I've got to go," Edward said, ending the call. He ran to me and took me into his arms. "Bella, stop beating yourself up."

"I'm her maid of honor. I should be there," I said, wriggling in his hold. "I should have been there!"

"You passed out and suffice it to say that your rest was anything but," Edward deadpanned, grimacing as I pushed on his chest.

"I hurt you," I sniffled.

"I'm fine," he shrugged.

"Bullshit," I said, pulling up his shirt and seeing bruises along his torso. "What did I do?"

"You were fighting Phil in your sleep," he said, tugging his shirt down. "I didn't realize how much you were using me as a punching bag until I had the air pushed out of me with a kick to stomach."

"I'm so sorry," I cried. "I'm …"

"Don't even say it," he growled. I scowled at him. "Bella, you are the strongest woman I know, but I think you need to do something about Phil. He needs to pay for what he's done to you."

"It happened ten years ago," I muttered. "Surely, there's got to be a statute of limitations."

"Did you report it?" Edward asked. "To anyone?"

"I called my dad's old partner, Harry Clearwater, but when Phil started threatening me, I dropped the investigation," I said.

"Was it filed?" he pressed. I nodded. "Then, you have ten years from when that report was filed. Is Harry still on the job?"

"I think so," I answered. I picked up my cell phone, dialing him and putting the call on speakerphone.

"Detective Clearwater," Harry said gruffly.

"Harry, it's me. Bella Swan?" I whispered. "Charlie's daughter?"

"Bella," he cooed. "It's been too long, honey. How are you doing?"

"Honestly, not so good," I said, snuggling against Edward and trembling anxiously. "Do you remember …?"

"I remember," Harry growled. "I never closed the case in hopes that you'd finally press charges."

"You didn't?" I whispered.

"Bella, that man is a monster," Harry said. "Look, I'll swing by and we'll finish gathering our statements, moving forward with the charges against him."

"Is there a chance he's going to go away?" Edward asked. "Be arrested and charged for what he's done?"

"And who are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm Edward Cullen. I'm Bella's boyfriend," Edward replied. "We ran into Phil at the theater and her reaction … it was intense."

"I fell into a catatonic state for almost twenty-four hours," I deadpanned. "That's beyond intense." Gulping, I turned back to the phone. "But, do you really think that I've got a chance of putting him away? I can't live like this anymore, Harry."

"The forensic evidence is solid, as is the medical exam," Harry snarled. "Me and my partner, we'll be there in an hour."

"Do you need my address?" I asked. Harry said yes and I prattled off my home address. Edward helped me out of bed, making me some soup and crackers. I took a quick shower, dressing in one of his button-down shirts and a pair of leggings. When I walked out into the living room, Harry and his partner were seated on the sofa, speaking with Edward. "Hi, Harry."

"Little Izzy Swan is all grown up," Harry chuckled, walking over to me and enfolding me into a tight hug. "Your dad would be so proud of you, little one."

"I miss him, Harry," I sniffled, pressing my cheek to Harry's rotund chest. "If he were still around …" I blew out a breath, wiping my cheeks. "… None of this would be happening. You know?"

"I know," he said, sitting down and taking my hands. "I was just talking to your boyfriend and he seems like a good guy. Though, I'd be a shitty cop if I didn't run a background check."

"Harry," I snorted. "Don't."

"Go for it," Edward said, sitting next to me. "I've got nothing to hide."

"Someone has to look out for Charlie's girl," Harry smirked. "If Charlie isn't here to do it, I will." He took out his pad of paper, turning to a younger detective. She sat down on one of the chairs. "This is Emily Uley. She's my partner. Just got her gold shield."

"Nice to meet you," I blushed.

"You, too," she nodded. "I've heard nothing but wonderful things about Charlie Swan and I'm happy that I can help you out."

"Okay, we've got your initial statement in the report. I pushed through the DNA with the lab," Harry said. "What happened last night?"

I told him about running into Phil and Renee. I also explained my ongoing therapy and fears stemming from my sexual abuse. Harry and Emily took copious notes. When I was done, I leaned heavily against Edward. He held me tight, murmuring how proud he was of me and how much he loved me. "What happens now?"

"We bring Phil in for questioning," Harry said. "You've accused him of rape, sexual assault and physical assault. We have pictures from your rape kit and the forensic evidence."

"He never used a condom," I choked out, shooting a shameful look to Edward.

"DNA won't lie, Bella," Harry murmured.

"But, he can. He said that if I went through with the complaint that he'd say it was consensual," I whispered. "I never wanted that."

"The physical evidence is clear that you didn't want that," Harry frowned. "The bruises, tearing and trauma … consensual sex would never leave such horrific marks on a person's body." He stood up, his face drawn. "I'm sending two other detectives from my precinct to pick him up, Quil Ateara and Embry Call. They both knew Charlie, but were never introduced to your mom. They'll bring him in."

"What about my mom?" I asked. "She believes Phil and that I seduced him."

"She could be brought up on charges, too," Emily said. "How old were you when it happened?"

"When it started, I was still seventeen. It happened the summer before I went away to college. And then, when I went back, he would …" I choked out. "I stopped going home after that first year for extended periods of time. If I did … he would continue to rape me when my mom wasn't there. After a particularly brutal attack, I went and told Harry. He convinced me to get a rape kit and begin an investigation."

"Could we add statutory to the complaint?" Emily asked. Harry pursed his lips, nodding. "Bella, I hope that we'll be able to help with closure. The fact that your attacker is free and still …"

"I know," I muttered. "I need this. I think putting him behind bars will allow me to fully heal."

"What about your mom?" Edward asked. "She's as culpable as he is."

"When she took his side, she lost that privilege of being my mother. My relationship with her is forfeit," I snapped, tears streaming down my face. "I'm an orphan." I buried my face into Edward's shoulder. He held me, his hand caressing my back. He didn't say anything comforting. He just kept me against his body and reminded me that I wasn't truly alone.

"Bella, I know that I can't replace your dad, but you are always in my heart, little one. You have my number. Call me. Anytime," Harry murmured, kissing my forehead. "You, too, Edward. You take care of your girl. She may be tough as nails, but she needs someone to love her."

"And I do love her," Edward said, cupping my cheek and pressing his lips to mine. "I always will."

EPOV

After Harry and Emily left, Bella called Rosalie to apologize for missing the rehearsal dinner. I had explained to her what had happened the night previous and she was understanding, but Rose was a bit of a Bridezillla, hating that her MOH was a no-show for the rehearsal. However, Bella had barely slept, her nightmares tormenting her and me.

Rose needed to build a bridge and get over it.

Anyway, my body was littered with bruises from Bella's fight-or-flight reaction to her reunion with her stepfather. I knew that she was subconsciously fighting him off, but I was the one covered in bruises.

I checked on Bella, finding her asleep on the couch. Her cell phone was on the table and she looked peaceful, unlike the night previous. Her face was pinched and filled with fear. Scooping her up, I carried her back to the bedroom and lay her down on the king-sized bed. I set my alarm so I could get Bella to the salon for Rose's wedding, after I got a reminder text from said Bridezilla. She did also apologize for being such a bitch for her reaction. She also said the same to Bella on the phone.

I crashed, holding Bella in my arms. She barely moved from her spot next to me, almost suctioned to my body.

The next morning, Bella was in better spirits, but she seemed a little off. Her eyes were dead, not holding their usual sparkle. "Are you okay, mon cherie?" I asked.

"I suppose. I'm just exhausted," she said. "I know I slept for almost an entire day, but the fact that I'm actually pressing charges against Phil … it scares the shit out of me. Everyone is going to know what happened. I feel so dirty because of what he did to me. He … he took my innocence. He took away my choice and the fact that my mom believes him over me … it makes me sick." She frowned, looking up at me. "I'm sorry that you have to deal with me. I'm damaged goods."

God damn it. "You are far from damaged," I said, trying to keep the growl out of my voice. "You are beautiful, inside and out. I love you."

"Sometimes love isn't enough," she muttered, trying to get up and out of my hold.

"I disagree," I said, pulling her into my lap. She looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Bella, you're getting stronger every day. Would you have considered pressing charges a year ago?"

"Pssh, no," she snorted. "I still hate that I can't … that …"

"That you're not a virgin?" I pressed.

"That's part of it, but what if what he did ruined my chance of having children?" she whispered. "You heard Harry. I'm scarred. Badly. Not on the outside, but inside." She snorted again. "In more ways than two, I'm scarred internally."

"Bella, I love you, scarred or not. You are the embodiment of beauty and goodness in this world," I said, caressing her cheek. "You trust me, right?" She blushed and nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "Trust me when I say that my love for you won't change. It may grow stronger over time, but I won't leave you. I'm going to be with you, every step of the way. We're going to bring Phil to justice and you will be able to move on with your life. You will get your happily ever after."

"And you're my prince charming?" she giggled, tears splashing onto her flushed cheeks.

"A charming pain in the ass," I deadpanned. "Now, you don't want Rose to strangle you. Do you?"

"Fuck, no," she grumbled. "I already suck as a maid of honor." I shot her a look. "What? I do!"

"Come on, cherie," I said, offering her my hand. "Let's get something to eat and then you get more beautiful than you already are." She rolled her eyes. I just gathered her into my arms, covering her face, lips and neck with kisses. An hour later, I was dropping Bella off at the salon. A few hours after that, I watched as Bella glided down the aisle, on the arm of Emmett's little brother, Riley, who was the best man.

She looked gorgeous, wearing a golden dress that shimmered elegantly, cut to fit her lithe form. Her hair was in a curly, messy bun, holding a bouquet of blood-red roses. She smiled at me when she took her spot on the dais at the front of the church. The doors closed and the music changed. Rose walked down the aisle with her parents, wearing a sexy, but tasteful white dress. Her bouquet was white, with touches of red and gold.

After the service, pictures were taken. Rose told me to stay and after the main photos were taken, I posed with Bella. It was nice since we didn't really have many pictures of the two of us. The only pictures we had were from the Hysteria photo shoot and Bella refused to acknowledge those since they were tainted. Not because of the photos, but the situation surrounding them and Jacob's lewd behavior.

We went to an expensive hotel afterward, spending time with the wedding party before the reception began. The wedding was large, filling the largest ballroom. Rose changed into a red gown, with white flowers in her blonde hair. The reception was a lot of fun. Bella let loose, a little bit, dancing with me and laughing, forgetting the drama from the past two days.

She needed it.

We both did.

However, the next day, Bella's light-heartedness disappeared when Harry and Emily came to her apartment. Their faces were grim. "What happened?" Bella asked. "Did Phil get away? He didn't escape, did he?"

"Well, we ran the DNA from your rape kit and it was Phil's. But, Phil is not his name," Emily explained. "It's James Weston."

"Why does that name sound familiar?" Bella asked.

"James Weston is the man who killed your father," Harry muttered. "He was the leader of the gang that started the shoot-out. He got away and hid. When it was safe, he created this new identity and Phil Dwyer was born."

"I was raped by the man who killed my father?" Bella squeaked. "Does my mom know this?"

"She does now," Emily breathed. "She's beside herself, sick with the truth. She had to be hospitalized because she lost it. She's at Rush Medical Center."

"And Phil or James or whomever?" I asked.

"He's been arraigned and is being held without bail. His trial will begin later this year," Harry said. "You got him, Bella."

"Did he … did he hurt my mom?" Bella whispered.

"From what I could gather from her, he never touched her. You were the target all along," Harry frowned. "He was pissed that Charlie had gotten close enough to him to recognize him, to put him away. So, even after he killed him, he wanted to make his family pay."

"I want to see him," Bella growled. "I have to hear him say this."

"He won't. He's taken a vow of silence," Harry snorted.

"What's he being charged with?" Bella asked. "What's the maximum sentence? I've got to get him talk!"

"First degree murder and life in prison, plus the attacks on you, identity theft, fraud, grand larceny," Harry said. "He's never going to be a free man, Bella."

"See if he'll cut a deal. Ask the state's attorney if I can get him to talk that they'll give him the possibility of parole," Bella said, her voice stronger than I'd ever heard. "I want to hear it from his mouth why he murdered my father and why he stole my innocence." She was glaring at Harry, her hands clinched into tight fists.

"You looked like your dad, little one," Harry chuckled. "He'd be so proud of you."

"I'm done being a fucking victim. This monster stole my father from me, my innocence and broke my mother's heart. He's going down," she snarled. "And I'm going to be the one who does it."

BPOV

The state's attorney agreed to the plea deal. Now, we just had to get James/Phil/Asshole to agree to it. I was waiting in the lobby of the Cook County Jail, praying that I'd be granted entrance. Phil was taking his vow of silence very seriously, only speaking with his attorney.

The state's attorney, Elliott, came out. His eyes were glowing and he was rubbing his hands together. "According to Phil's attorney, he's amenable to the plea agreement. We can speak to him now," Elliott smiled.

I looked over at Edward. He was not pleased with my decision to speak to Phil, but understood why I had to do this. He was scowling. "I have to do this, Edward. It's the only way I'll be able to move forward."

"I know," he said, crushing me to his body. "I just hate you being in that room with him, mon cherie."

"I spoke with my therapist, with Rose, with you … you all said you understood," I said, taking his face in my hands.

"And I do. But, it doesn't mean I have to like it," he muttered. Taking my hand, he caressed my cheek. "I love you and I'll always support you. Bring that bastard down, but come back to me."

"Always," I said, kissing him tenderly and getting up. Following Elliott and the guard through the maze of the jail, we were led into a frigid room. Harry was there, standing sentry and glaring at Phil, who looked like shit. He was covered with bruises and moved skittishly. "How does it feel to be someone else's bitch?" I asked, sitting down across from him. Phil growled, staring at me with malice and hatred. "Not so fun when your choice is taken away, hmmmm?"

"Unlike you, I'm pure as the driven snow," Phil said, but his eyes betrayed him. He'd been violated, just as I had. Karma's a cruel, cruel bitch, asshole.

"Sure, and I'm a natural blonde," I snickered, waving my hand airily. "You know the stipulations of the deal, Phil. Or, should I say James?"

"Yeah, I know the terms," he growled. "What do you want to know? How I enjoyed taking out your daddy? How watched the life fade from his eyes?"

My stomach churned, but I kept a brave face on. I was acting like a bitch from the boardroom. No emotions. No feelings. No prisoners. "You killed my father like the animal you are, but why couldn't you leave well enough alone? Why seduce my mother? Why?"

"Swan was arresting all of my guys. I had to make him pay," he shrugged. "When he died, I wasn't satisfied with his death so I decided to make things even sweeter. I knew he had a wife and a daughter. Renee, she was so lost with grief. But, she was flattered that I was showing her interest. I wined and dined her, giving her what she desired, even though she repulsed me. I was used to women half her age. Then, I realized I could have my cake and eat it, too. You were ripe for the picking. And so, I picked."

"And was it as good as you hoped?" I asked acidly.

"Better," he purred. "Now, I ruined your mother, ruined you and your father was dead, thanks to my bullet and my men. How was it for you?"

"Revenge is best when it's served cold," I said, standing up. "Did you get all you needed?"

"More than enough," Harry said.

"What are you talking about?" Phil/James asked. "What about my deal?"

"Oh, you're getting your deal. But, the possibility of parole won't come until you're a hundred years old," Harry said. "Come on, Bella. You'll never have to deal with this sack of shit ever again."

He offered me his arm and I turned to leave. However, before I did, I slapped Phil in the face. "That's for raping me, you monster." I slapped him again. "That's for ruining my family."

"I want her charged!" Phil screamed. "She assaulted me!"

"I didn't see anything," Harry sang. "Did you, Frank?"

"I heard you give Ms. Swan a high-five," said the sheriff's deputy, Frank. He unlocked Phil's cuffs, dragging him away. He was screaming the entire time.

"I won't be charged, will I?" I asked, looking up at Harry.

"If I had my gun, I would have shot the bastard between the eyes," Harry deadpanned. "You have considerably more restraint than I do, little one."

He led me out of the jail, back to the lobby. I ran to Edward, throwing my arms around him. "Are you okay? He didn't touch you, did he?" Edward asked, looking at me.

"No, but I slapped him." I smirked, feeling pride and peace for the first time since this nightmare began almost ten years ago. "Now, we need to focus on my mom getting better."

"You also need to stay focused on your healing, too, mon cherie," he said. "Your mom does need your help, but you also need to keep moving forward. The first step was taking time off and begin coming to grips with what had happened. The second step was to confront your accuser. The last step is to finally move past it all, letting the past integrate with your present, making you a stronger, more amazing woman."

"Are you sure you're not a shrink?" I snorted.

"No, but I listen to our therapist," he snickered. "We've got two weeks before you go back to work. My sister has invited us to her place for Christmas. I want to spend it with my family."

"I don't have anything for them," I gasped. "And I want to see my mom. She's been … she's been through hell." He nodded, guiding me back to his car. We drove to Rush Medical Center. She was in a locked ward, under a voluntary psych hold. My mother's life had been turned upside. The man she married turned out to be her husband's killer and that man had raped me. Edward and I stopped at the gift shop, picking up a stuffed animal for her, riding up to the ward. Edward waited in the lobby. He wasn't allowed since he wasn't related. In the ward, I was led to her private room. Mom was curled up on a recliner, looking distraught and drugged out. "Mom?"

"I don't deserve that title," she said, her affect empty and flat.

"Yes, you do," I said, sitting across from her. "You were overcome with grief when Daddy died."

"And in that grief, I invited a monster into our home," she sniffled, blinking up at me. Her hazel eyes were empty. "I should have believed you, Bella. I can never forgive myself for what happened."

"Mom …"

"NO! I'm not a mother. I'm a monster. Just like him," she sobbed. "Bella, baby, I love you, but I need time." She looked at me, so broken and dejected. "I have to … I fucked up everything. Because of me, you lost your childhood. I never grieved my husband and …"

"What are you going to do?" I asked. "I already lost my father. I don't want to lose you, too."

"You're not losing me. I just need to get my head straight." She took my hand, staring into my eyes. "I bear the burden of a lot of mistakes. I need to atone for them. I need to heal. Seeing you? I love you and it kills me that I caused you so much anguish." Tears fell from her eyes and she frowned deeply. "I'm going to a private facility. I'm not telling you where because I need to heal. You need to heal. Separately, we need to move on from this nightmare."

"That doesn't make sense, Mom," I said, shaking my head. "You'd figure we'd need each other to get better."

"Bella, I failed as a parent. You may be close to thirty, but my sole purpose as a parent is to protect my child. I didn't," she said, hugging me tightly. "I can't handle that and when I see you, it's a nightmare that comes rushing back to me."

"I lived that nightmare," I sniffled. "I lived that nightmare alone. Now that he's gone …"

"Bella, I'm sorry," she murmured. She pulled back, staring at me. "I have to do this."

"You're being so selfish," I spat, standing up. "I had to overcome and get over his attack by myself. You believed him and now, you want to leave and deal with this … I don't get it. Only we understand what we're dealing with, but apparently, trying to heal as a family is not on your list of priorities." I threw the stuffed bear onto her bed. "You were selfish in marrying that monster. You're being selfish now. When you need me the most, maybe I'll be selfish." I turned on my heel, leaving her as she sobbed brokenly.

I stomped into the waiting area. Edward looked up, his eyes swirling with concern. "Bella?"

"Take me home," I whimpered. "I just …"

"Okay, mon cherie," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist. "I've got you."

"You're the only one," I whispered.

EPOV

Bella spent the rest of the day in bed. I was worried about her, but I knew that when she was ready, she'd talk to me. I did spend most of the afternoon buying Christmas presents for my sister, her husband and my nephews from Bella and me. I hated ordering everything on Amazon, but with the shopping days dwindling, I had to get these gifts. I sent a text to Lucas, explaining that I was expecting a huge order from Amazon and to get everything wrapped.

I knew it was above and beyond the call of duty, but Lucas would be well compensated with his year-end bonus.

I also searched for something special for Bella, but I was struggling. What do you get the woman you love more than your own life, but know she's not ready to be engaged?

I didn't want to get her some bullshit, clichéd heart pendant or some extravagant earrings.

I wanted something meaningful.

Something that prove to her that I was not going anywhere.

A gift to show my undying devotion to her.

Dialing my sister, I padded to Bella's office and locking the door. "Edward Anthony, this better be important. You and your girlfriend blew me off for Tommy's birthday."

"We were needed at the police station, Lizzie," I sighed. "I told you that. Remember her creepy stepfather? Yeah, he was thrown in jail that day. Neither one of us was in any shape to come to Tommy's birthday."

"Okay, I forgive you. Are you coming for Christmas?" she asked. "With your girlfriend?"

"Yes, Elizabeth Anne," I deadpanned. "But, I need your help. What do I get her for Christmas? I want something to knock her socks off, but not the typical jewelry or stupid, clichéd present. I want something to show her that I'm not giving up on her. On us."

"An engagement ring," Elizabeth giggled.

"Not ready for that," I answered. "Be serious, Lizzie. I've never done this and I want to do it right."

"Okay, okay. One of the best gifts that Ryan ever gave me was a book, a handmade book. He listed, alphabetically, all of the things he loved about me," Elizabeth said. "I'd do something like that, but perhaps couple it with one of those traditional, clichéd presents."

My mind was working overtime and I got an idea. "Lizzie, I owe you!" I sang.

"Just come to my house on Christmas and that'll be enough, Edward," she snorted. "And keep your presents appropriate for children."

"Yes, ma'am," I chuckled. "Love you!"

When I got off the phone with her, I dialed Rose. She bitched me out, saying she was on her honeymoon, but I told her what I needed. She gave me the phone number for her photographer and my plan was in motion. When that was done, I used my graphic design skills to create a sweet coupon book/100 things I love about you book and finished my present with a composition I'd started to write once I got back from Atlantic City, trying to get Bella out of my system.

And you all know how that didn't work out.

I called a friend of mine, arranging an hour in a recording studio for the composition, I finally let myself out of the office. With the present finally figured out, I could focus on important things.

Like my job.

xx ATLBLAH xx

"Edward, at least let me pay for half of these presents we bought for your family," Bella grumbled as we drove out my sister's house in the suburbs. "I make the same salary that you do. I'm not destitute."

"Shush," I snorted. "It's no big deal. Lucas really did all the work. He wrapped them for me."

"He's supposed to help you with work, not personal errands," Bella snickered. "He deserves a huge bonus."

"He got one," I replied. "And I'm certain that Lucas paid someone to wrap these presents. They're too perfect." I reached across the console, twining our fingers together. "Besides, all I want from you is a smile on your face. You've deserve nothing but good things."

"And are you going to give those to me?" Bella asked, kissing my wrist.

"I'm going to try, cherie," I said, shooting her a crooked grin. She giggled quietly, leaning her cheek against my bicep. I navigated the highway, arriving at my sister's house just as the snow began to fall. Unloading the gifts, I was attacked by my two nephews. I laughed, hugging them and trying to stay upright as they crawled on me like I was a tree.

"Boys!" Lizzie barked. "Give Uncle Eddie a chance to get in the door." She turned to Bella, hugging her tightly. "You must be Bella. I've heard nothing but wonderful things."

"Thank you," Bella replied, grinning. "I appreciate you inviting me."

"I've wanted to meet you for a long time. I know things have been crazy for you, but it's nice to put a face with a name," Lizzie smiled. She blinked over to me, trying to keep Graham from tackling me and Tommy from tugging my arm out of socket. "Boys! Go help your father. We need more wood for the fireplace."

"Mom!" Tommy wailed.

"Go, or your presents will be donated to the homeless," Lizzie snapped, pointing toward the garage. The boys stomped away. "Sorry. They're a little excited about seeing you, Edward. They miss you. You don't show your ugly mug around here enough."

"His face isn't ugly," Bella said, arching a brow.

"Not to you," Elizabeth chuckled. "To me, he's the obnoxious older brother who made my life hell but also worked his ass off to help me. He's still ugly." She took our coats, tossing them into closet. "Do either of you want some wine?"

"No, thank you," Bella shook her head. With her anxiety medication, alcohol was not recommended.

"I'll have a glass with dinner. For now, I'll just have water," I said, weaving my fingers with Bella's.

We sit down in the living room as Ryan stokes the fire and the boys prattle on about school, their break and upcoming vacation to Disney World. They were leaving in two days and coming back just after the first of the year.

"Bella, could you help me in the kitchen?" Lizzie asked. "I need your opinion on the turkey."

"Elizabeth," I growled. "Don't …"

"It's okay, Edward," Bella said, kissing my cheek.

BPOV

I followed Elizabeth into the elegant, but festive kitchen. It was decorated with white twinkle lights and garland. She moved in her kitchen with ease. She looked like Edward, but with darker hair and hazel eyes. However, she was short and round from having two children. She seemed sweet, but I knew that this was an inquisition. It was sweet, because Edward had someone to give the inquisition, but it scared me, nonetheless.

"I'm not going to bite, Bella," Elizabeth said, pouring herself a glass of white wine. "And I really do need your help with the turkey. It's nice to have some estrogen in the house. I'm surrounded by testosterone, with my husband, my boys and my overprotective brother."

"How long have you been married?" I asked.

"I've been with Ryan since I was a freshman in high school. We got married once I was discovered I was pregnant with Graham. Edward wanted to castrate my husband since I was in college, but we made it work," Elizabeth chuckled. "I graduated with honors, even though I had a toddler." She sipped her water, smiling at me. Her grin was crooked, like Edward's, but there was a softness there. "You've changed him."

"That was never my intention," I frowned.

"Bella, you changed him for the better," Elizabeth breathed. "Since the death of our parents, Edward worked so hard. He was driven and he tried to be everything for me. Now? I can see the man I always wanted him to be. He smiles, Bella. He would grin at the boys, but he never smiled. He laughs. He breathes. I can't remember the last time I saw him on Christmas. Usually, he would send gifts and his love, but he'd be working."

"I was the female version of him," I said. "But, work forced us together and something happened that brought us together. It wasn't good and it dragged up some unpleasant memories. I'm certain that Edward told you."

"He did," Elizabeth frowned. "I'd only ever been with Ryan. I couldn't imagine …"

"Me, neither," I said. "I was pretty conservative. I still am … and I only wanted to be with one man." I bit back tears, gripping my glass. "Pipe dreams, it seems."

"Bella, I don't know you very well and I hope that at one point, we'll become friends. Perhaps, sisters," she said, taking my hand. "In my eyes, you will be with one man. My brother adores you. He looks at you like my dad looked at my mom. I've been thinking about you and I hope that everything works out. If you need anything, call me, Bella." She pushed a card to me with her phone number and email address. "Now, can you help with dinner?" Her eyes wide with desperation.

"Whatever you need," I laughed, tucking the card into my pocket.

We worked seamlessly, getting dinner on the table. Once the casseroles were on the table and the turkey cut, Lizzie bellowed for the guys to join us for food. Dinner was amazing. Ryan was quiet, but kind. Tommy talked my ear off, asking questions about everything and nothing. Graham took after Ryan, but was more enamored with Edward. After dinner, the boys did the dishes while Lizzie and I sat in the living room, sipping some coffee. Ryan came out, wearing a Santa hat, distributing presents from underneath the tree.

The boys got a lot of presents. They were almost buried behind the boxes. "They open presents on Christmas Eve?" I asked.

"Christmas Day and Santa are at Ryan's parent's," Edward explained, moving the presents so he could wrap his arm around my shoulder. "So, they open their presents on Christmas Eve."

"That makes sense," I said, curling up next to him on the oversized chair near the fireplace. "I'm shocked at how many presents I received. I wasn't expecting anything." My pile was varied, but large.

"Welcome to the family," Edward purred, pressing a soft kiss behind my ear. I blushed, threading my fingers with his.

Presents were opened and the squeals from the boys were ear-piercing. Uncle Eddie was apparently the bestest uncle ever since he got them hover boards and some video game, among other toys and some clothes. Lizzie got some spa package, along with a date night with her husband. It was some framed coupon that Edward gave to her and Lizzie rose her brows. "I'm using my graphic design skills for good, Elizabeth Anne!" he barked. "You're getting free babysitting."

"We're not babies, Uncle Eddie," Graham said.

"You're younger than me. You're babies," Edward snorted. "Deal with it. I changed your diapers."

"No, you didn't," Elizabeth guffawed. "You saw Graham's explosive bowels and you screamed like a girl."

"Is it National Pick on Edward Day? Did I miss the memo?" Edward deadpanned.

"Edward, every day is pick on Edward Day," Elizabeth said, her tone saccharine sweet. "We only tease the ones we love." She batted her eyelashes. Her husband chuckled, shaking his head. "Bella, you haven't opened any of your presents."

"I was enthralled as the boys devoured their gifts," I said, picking up a medium-sized box from the boys.

"Well, get cracking!" Lizzie snickered, getting up and puttering in the kitchen.

My gifts ranged from a pretty scarf and hat set from the boys, to pair of slippers from Ryan and a gift certificate to the same spa that Lizzie received. However, the sweetest gift was from Edward. It made my heart grow and tears to brim in my eyes. He got the photos from Rose's wedding and put it into a personalized frame. It was sweet and sexy. His arms were around my waist and our foreheads pressed together. The love radiating from both of us was palpable, even in the photo. He also gave me small book, a combination of coupons and things he adored about me and a recording of beautiful piece of music written for me. He also had that framed with the dried rose from the party for the Hysteria campaign. The final gift was a tiny box. I gasped.

"It's not what you think, cherie," Edward said, taking the box from my hand. "Neither of us is ready for that. But, I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I love you and I will always love you." He opened the box and revealed a gorgeous sapphire ring. He picked up my right hand, sliding the ring down the knuckle. "It's a promise … for the future."

"Gah, that makes my gift to you look like …" I said, wiping my tears away.

"Bella, all I want are your smiles and your love," he whispered, kissing my ring and then softly kissing my lips. "And I love your presents. I'm wearing that tie when we walk into the office after the new year. And I love the new briefcase."

"Girl, my brother loves to spoil," Lizzie said, handing me a plate of cookies. "Get used to it."

"I'm trying," I said, looking down at the promise ring on my finger. I turned to kiss him again. "I love you, Edward. This has been the best Christmas I've had. Ever."

"Good," he breathed, nuzzling my cheek. "Only good things and happiness for you, Bella. That's one of many promises I'm making with that ring. The most important is my undying love."

And for the first time we'd admitted our love, I was believing his quiet vow.

xx ATLBLAH xx

"I know exactly who I want to create this spread for you, Mr. Holm. Jasper Whitlock and his partner, Garrett, they will make this campaign sexy, but still approachable," I said, speaking to my latest client. He was the director of operations for a popular clothing line, Glamtastic, that was a hit with teenagers and young adults. The previous advertising firm had over sexualized the models, making the company controversial.

"We need to completely rebuild our reputation, Ms. Swan," Mr. Holm said. "What you've created looks promising, but our other advertising agency made the same promises."

"I'm not like them," I said, arching a brow. "I'm a woman of my word. In fact, once I get things situated for the shoot with my contact, I want you to attend the photo shoot. If you have ideas, this is a partnership. I want to hear them."

"Your reputation precedes you, Ms. Swan," Mr. Holm smiled, relaxing against his seat. "I'll leave this in your capable hands, but I will take you up on that coming to the photo shoot."

"You have my phone number and email, contact me if you have any questions," I said, shaking his hand. I walked him out of my conference room and to the elevator. I promised that I would contact him when I heard back from Jasper. He shook my hand once more, looking more at ease than when I first met him a month ago, when he first approached our firm.

I'd been back at work for six months. I was kicking butt and taking names. I was smiling and enjoying my job, not pushing myself to forget the pain. Edward and I were blossoming. We were still moving at a snail's pace, physically, but we were moving forward. However, shortly after his Christmas promise, we decide to hold off on making love until we fulfilled our promise of getting married.

"Bells," Rose said, waddling toward me. She and Emmett were expecting. They got pregnant on the honeymoon. "While you were working with Mr. Holm on the Glamtastic campaign, you got a phone call. I missed it, but took down the information. No name, just a phone number." She handed me the small pink paper. "I'm off. We're finding out what the gender is."

"Are you sure that there's only one baby in there?" I teased.

"Shut up. Emmett's huge. It's not a shocker that he creates big babies," she snickered. "I'll talk to you later, Bells." She hugged me, walking to her desk and leaving the office. I walked to my office and read over the message. I didn't recognize the number, but it was local.

Edward knocked on my door. He was out most of the day, wining and dining some of his new clients. He was wearing his favorite black suit and the tie I'd gotten him for Christmas. "Hey, cherie, how did it go with Glamtastic?"

"Good. I've got to call Jasper to see if he can do the photo shoot, but I got this phone call and I don't recognize the number," I said, pushing the paper toward him. He sat down on the edge of my desk, his brow furrowed. "Could it be your mom? A new number?"

"Only way to figure it out is calling it," I said, putting the phone on speaker and dialing the number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, my name is Isabella Swan and someone from this number called me earlier. I was in a business meeting," I replied.

"Oh! You're Renee's daughter," said the voice. "I'm Carmen and I'm one of the psychiatrists at Linden Oaks. She wanted to call you. Let me get her for you." Canned elevator music filled my office and a few moments later my mom's voice came onto the speaker.

"Bella," she breathed. "I was afraid that you wouldn't call back."

"I didn't know who called. There was no name," I answered. "How are you?"

"Better. Much better," she said. "I want to see you, Bella. I have so much to say and so much to apologize for. I also want to talk to you, sweetheart."

"I can take tomorrow off," I murmured. "I only had one meeting scheduled, but that can be rearranged."

"No, don't take off work," Renee said.

"Mom, it's not a big deal," I said. "How about this? I'll change my meeting and come out for the afternoon. Okay?"

"Okay. I love you, Bella," she whispered.

"Love you, too," I sighed, ending the call. I blinked up to Edward. "What do you think she wants?"

"I can come with you. I was just spending the day in the office, working on some ideas for my latest clients," Edward shrugged. "I can do that on my tablet from home, or with you."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not," he said, caressing my cheek. "I'm going to tell Aro and then we can go."

"I need to call my afternoon meeting, seeing if they're willing to reschedule," I said. "Thank you, Edward."

"Anything for you, cherie," he smiled, leaving my office.

After I made my phone calls, I left the office. I'd have to go in tomorrow morning and then drive out to Linden Oaks in Naperville to see my mother for the first time since Phil/James/Asshole's arrest.

xx ATLBLAH xx

I waited in a bland conference room. Edward was next to me, his hand in mine. I spoke with Carmen, my mom's psychiatrist, and I liked her. She was spunky and no-nonsense. I would have liked to have worked with her when I was dealing with my bullshit. Instead, I was working with a quiet, reserved shrink.

Maybe that's why I'm still struggling.

Not as much, but still struggling.

Renee came in shortly after I finished talking to Carmen. My mom looked happy, healthy and at peace. "Bella," she breathed, tugging me out of the chair and hugging me tightly. "You look so beautiful, sweetheart."

"Mom?" I whispered, rubbing her back.

She pulled back, cupping my face. "You're in love and no longer afraid. You deserve that. I'm so happy for you." She turned to Edward, pulling him out of the chair. "I have you to thank, right?"

"Ummm, I guess?" he chuckled, arching a brow over my mom's shoulder. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Swan?"

"Yes, I'm Renee Swan. I changed my name, with the help from Carmen and the attorney I hired to divorce Phil's ass," she snorted. "I think it was the quickest divorce in history." She sat down between the two of us, holding both of our hands. "Are you okay? Bella, are you alright?"

"I'm getting better," I smiled. "Knowing that he's behind bars, that helps more than you know."

"Bella, I am so sorry for not believing you," Renee whispered. "Phil … James …"

"Asshole," I snorted.

"That works," she chuckled. "Asshole seemed like such a nice guy. He doted on me, did everything and I thought it was because he loved me, but it wasn't. It was a ruse. He wanted to make me and you pay for what your father did to his gang. Because of Asshole, I almost lost you. Forever." She wiped her tears and gripped my hand. "In a way, I still feel like I lost you. How can you ever trust me?"

"I don't know, Mom. It's going to take time. Just like you needed time to get your head on straight," I said. "Both of us were victims in his ordeal. Asshole pinned one against the other."

Mom nodded, cupping my cheek. "I love you, Bella. You've become such a beautiful young woman. Strong, smart, sweet and …" She blew out a breath. "I can't stay here, sweetheart. Being in Chicago is too much. Do you remember Nana Higginbotham?"

"Vaguely. I knew she passed on when I was a teenager," I said. "Why?"

"Well, I inherited her home in Phoenix. I never sold it. I paid a caretaker to make sure it was maintained. Anyway, I'm selling the house and moving to Phoenix. I need a fresh start," she sighed. "I would love for you to come with me, but I know your life is here, with your job and your handsome, loving boyfriend."

"Mom," I whispered. "Don't go."

"Sweetheart, too much has happened here. Carmen and my fellow inmates, they all agree. Staying in Chicago is a toxic environment and will only hinder my recovery," she said. "I would suggest the same for you, but I know that you won't leave. You love Chicago."

"Mrs. Swan, I understand you're reasoning behind leaving, but don't make it permanent," Edward said. "You always have a place to stay with us, or with my sister."

"Thank you, Edward," she said, smiling at him. "I know I'll be back. I have a feeling that wedding bells will be ringing soon." He blushed and rolled his eyes. I bit my lip. "And you guys can come visit Phoenix any time, too." She smiled again. "Please don't think that I'm abandoning you, Bella. Just staying here, it's too much. I lost your father to the city. I let a monster into my house, my bed, and into our lives. Moving makes the most sense. Nana's place is perfect and I won't have to deal with snow!"

"You're right," I said. "I understand and we're both adults."

"You may be an adult, but you'll always be my baby," Renee sniffled. "I'm a phone call away and I'll always be there when you need me." I hugged her and we both cried. Edward slipped out giving us a few moments of privacy. When he came back, I went to the bathroom and wiped my face. When I walked back into the conference room, Renee was hugging Edward. She cupped his face, pushing her finger into his chest. He laughed, hugging her again and whispering in her ear. She turned and saw me. "He's a good man. Adores you."

"The feeling's mutual," I said, blinking up to him and seeing his beautifully crooked grin that made my stomach erupt in butterflies. "I love him more than words can say."

A/N: Okay, there's one more scene I have planned for this novella. It'll be in the next chapter. Anyway, pictures from Rose's wedding and Bella's promise ring are on my blog. You can find a link for that on my profile. I'm also on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. Twitter, too: tufano79.

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