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-Chapter 2-

4 months earlier

"Bells, Bells! Wai… wait up, baby," Edward called to her. His breath, filled with the smell of stale alcohol was apparent from the moment he kissed her, and she was fed up with it.

"No. Edward, I told you, no more drinking like this! I'm sick of it," she half-yelled as she made her way to the Volvo. He had been getting drunk more and more now, and she didn't understand why. He used to be so responsible. When she reached the car, she felt in her pocket. Damn, he still has the keys.

"Edward, I need the keys," she said softly, not wanting to fight with him when he was drunk. Instead of hearing the comforting jingle of his keys, she felt his arm around her waist.

"Bella," he slurred, attempting a sexy husky voice that may have helped if it wasn't accompanied by the smell of alcohol and bile. "I want you, righ' now," He whipped her around harshly and crashed his lips into hers, pawing at her shirt and squeezing her breasts on the verge of being painful.

"Edward – EDWARD, STOP IT," but he wasn't stopping. He pinned her to the side of the Volvo, knocking his hardened groin against her. She screamed for help, but he still persisted.

"Please, Edward, honey – stop. Later, I promise, we have to go home first," she tried anything to make him stop now, so he would pass out and forget once they got home. When nothing changed, she looked around for anyone, and trace of life in this parking garage at 2am. She was about to give up when she saw the door where they had entered open, releasing a stream of light and the pounding bass of club music.

"HELP, PLEASE," she yelled, hoping it would be someone who could help her and not some other drunk guy.

"Bella?!" Edward's co-worker, Emmett, came running to them, "Edward, get the hell off her, man! What are you thinking?" Edward grunted, continuing to paw at her. Emmett grabbed his shoulder and threw him off, causing Edward to land on his back, bringing his head with him. Bella sucked in air, holding it as she thought what could have happened. Oh no, oh no! When he didn't stir, Emmett kneeled down to check his breathing.

"Just a concussion, he should be okay once he sleeps this off," she let out the breath she had been holding. He looked at Bella, but quickly averted his eyes. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

She shook her head, and then said softly, "No, I'm okay. Just shook up." She looked down at herself and fixed her clothes where they were frenzied and exposing herself. She knew she must look like a mess.

"Come on, do you want a ride? I can watch over Eddie while you get some sleep." She quickly agreed, not wanting to be alone for the night with a passed out boyfriend. She was scared to think what could have happened if Emmett hadn't come in to save her.

He picked up Edward, not much of a problem for him, he must go to the gym for hours regularly, Bella thought to herself. She watched his arms carry her sleeping boyfriend as he put him into the backseat, on his side.

"Incase he wakes up, if he needs to puke. I don't want him choking on anything," Emmett explained as he grabbed his jacket from his Jeep and placed it on the floor of the Volvo near Edwards head.

They both got situated in the car as Emmett backed out slowly and began to drive them. They proceeded a few blocks until a thought came to her.

"Emmett, you don't know where I live."

"You are coming back to my place, silly. I'll grab you some food and we can wake up Edward there so we can make sure he is okay. I'll try to grab him a couple Aspirin, too. Hopefully it will help the hangover." They were quiet for a moment when Emmett turned to her. "It is okay, right, that I am taking you to my place? I'll give you something to change into and you can have the bed, I'll take the couch."

She nodded her head slowly, wondering if Edward would be okay with it until she realized that it was his fault for putting her in this position.

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks."