Chapter 3

When one door closes another shall open

A/N: So it has come to my attention that 'some' of you love my 'hard core' lemons, where others not so much.

I have also been advised, that some of the Domestic violent situations are a bit too detailed.

I want to state for the record that as Bella goes through her emotional struggles 'highs and lows' so too will the lemons as well as the content of her mannerisms.

I want to make myself very clear before I continue on writing this story. No way shape or form do I agree with Domestic violence.

*This is NOT a story to promote in favor of it, NOR is it one to mock those who have gone through it.*

As I stated on the first chapters A/N note I have a family member who has gone through DM and survived it.

This story is to promote survivors of DM. To allow those of you who have not witnessed this in your lives, to walk down the journey of those who have. And for those of you who are going through it now, to know that there is help out there, and that you too can find your Edward.

I write these A/N notes for a reason… Please read them.

*Warning, disturbing behavior, vulgar language, and lemon.*

Special thanks:

To all my readers and reviewers out there...THANK YOU! you have all blown me away with your kind words and reviews. It's because of you that I continue to write.

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Let's get on with it….Happy reading…..April

Edward's Point Of View

I woke the next morning to a rather, large, annoying, fucking beeping sound. I stretched, moaned and rolled over. As the beeping continued, I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock a few times and when it didn't stop, I opened my eyes to see, that it was only six in the morning. I had another hour's worth of sleep before I had to get up. I waited for my eyes to adjust and when my brain finally started to function, I realized that the beeping was my fucking fire alarm. I shot out of bed in one hell of a hurry. My foot caught in the god damn blankets, forcing me to crash down hard, onto the floor.

I was momentarily stunned, but managed to slide my naked ass body, across the bedroom floor. When I made it into the living room, I couldn't see one foot in front of me. The smoke was so god damn thick.

After feeling my way through my apartment, I managed to make it to the doorway in the kitchen, where I saw Bella standing on my island, waving a kitchen towel just below the alarm, wearing nothing but my god damn t-shirt…..So fucking sexy.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to make you breakfast!" She hollered, over the alarm.

I ran to the windows, opening one by one and then stood on top of the island and pulled the batteries out of the god damn thing. My chest was heaving; my breathing inclined and my hands were shaking like a fucking leaf. As I looked down at her, she smiled shyly up at me, which was something new for her. I jumped off of the island and outreached my hand for her to take.

As she hopped down, her breasts bounced freely and I had to swallow hard, knowing that she wasn't wearing a bra. She chuckled lightly as she went back to her burnt eggs, on the stove.

"What?" I let out a profound breath.

"It's your house." She shrugged, pointing the spatula at me as her eyes lingered lower than what was necessary.

When I looked down at myself I realized that I was still completely nude. "You didn't have a problem with it last night." I corked an eyebrow as her smile faded. I took this as my queue, to go put something on. After I showered and got into my business attire, I walked back into the kitchen, fiddling with my tie.

"Here let me get that." She smiled as she took over for me.

I stared down at her, in complete confusion. She was so raw, so hurt, so fucked up last night, where had all this 'Marry Poppins,' bullshit come from? I was glad to see her with a smile on her face, but what I liked about her was that she had a 'fuck the world' attitude about her and I didn't want to see her lose this side of herself. Trust me, I know how that sounds, but she was strong minded, strong willed and didn't give two shit's, what people thought about her. This alone was what attracted me to her, in the first place.

"Um, you don't have to do all of this." I waved around my now, non-foggy kitchen.

"I know, but I wanted to thank you, for letting me stay here last night." She shrugged and by the sound in her voice, it didn't sound like she had any intention, on staying another night.

We sat down at my kitchen table together for breakfast, which was something very new for me. The only time I ever sat at a table to eat was, Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner at my parent's house. Fast meals had become an everyday norm for me….fast paced was what my life had consisted of, for the last five years.

I looked down at my brunt eggs, smiled and shoveled that shit down, like a fucking trooper, while she picked at hers.

"Um, I have to go into the office today." I started as she continued to play with her food. "Will you be here when I get home?" I asked as she finally looked up from her plate.

"I…ah….think I better get back to my life." She stuttered.

I nodded, unsure of what to say. I was struggling. I wanted her to stay here with me, to go anywhere other than back to her husband, but it was her life, her husband and what the hell was I going to do about that?

We ate the rest of our breakfast in complete silence. When I was finished, I grabbed my suitcase off of the kitchen counter and headed towards the elevator. She didn't even follow me, which oddly enough upset me. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I give two shits, if she wanted to go back to her abusive husband? I got my lay…that should have been enough right? You would think so, but fuck me….I couldn't fucking let her leave.

I turned around, shaking my god damn head and headed back into the kitchen. Bella was hovering over the kitchen sink, staring at the bubbles, in some sort of trance, and her hands were in the dish water, without even moving. I placed my suitcase back down onto the counter and walked over to her, leaning against it.

"Bella, it's not my place to tell you what to do…..but I would like it very much, if you would stay here with me…until you figure everything out." I whispered out, awkwardly intertwining my fingers as I spoke.

"Oh my, fucking God. This is why I can't stay here." She huffed storming out of the kitchen.

My dumb ass followed of course. "What's that supposed to mean?" I shot out.

"You and I are nothing….What we did, that was a fuck and nothing more. I appreciate that you helped me take my mind off of things, for a while…and hell, you were, fucking phenomenal, but when we're done fucking, my problems are still there…problems that aren't going to go away…I have to deal with my shit. I'm not at all in the right state of mind to be running off into the fucking sunset, with someone I just fucking met…..you men, you're all the fucking same!" She rambled as she headed towards my bedroom.

I stormed off after her of course, wanting to put myself through more fucking torture, I guess. I should have just thrown my hands up into the air and told her…fuck it, fuck up your fucking life, but I couldn't.

"Why can't you just accept, that all this was, was a fuck? She shot out at me as she struggled trying to put on her bloodied blouse.

I was so fucking angry, and what came out of my mouth next, was a vomit of hurtful words. "You're right. All we did was fuck, and I don't owe you shit. Go back to your dead beat husband…..I don't give a fuck!" I screamed at her as she slapped me hard across the face and ran right towards the elevator. I grunted, and ran after her.

When I reached her, the elevator doors had already opened. She entered, dangling her high heels in one hand as the other, gave me the finger. I ran towards the doors as they started to close and pinned my arm in-between them, forcing them to re-open. With my hands now placed on either side of the doors, preventing them from closing, I took in her death glare as well as her chest heaving up and down.

"Bella, please come back into the apartment. I didn't mean what I said….I'm a fucking asshole." I begged as she crossed her arms over her chest, shoes in hand.

"Alright, listen…..I understand that you have a husband…..that you're working your shit out. That what we did, was just simply sex. I don't know what you're thinking, but I can tell you, that I'm not looking for a wife….I'm far from boyfriend material...and I'm so far from fucking perfect, it isn't even funny…..But I want to help you. Not because I pity you or I think you can't do it on your own….because hell…..." I sighed.

"I like you, as immature as that may sound and well….shit….I want to help. I would do it for anyone, not just you. Do you understand?" I asked, looking her directly in the eye as she walked back into my living room. I was doing it because it was her, but I knew that this wasn't what she wanted to hear right now.

I grabbed her by her shoulders as her eyes filled with tears. "Bella, will you let me help you?" I asked as she looked up at me.

"Edward, I'm not a charity case and I like you too, probably more than I should, but I can't drag you into my problems….they're mine and mine alone." She pointed at her chest as I nodded in agreement.

"I understand that, but your head is clouded." I tapped my index finger off of my temple.

"Your emotions are all over the place, and all I'm asking, is that you wait for a few days, before you decide to go back to him." I cleared my throat.

"You told me that you were alone, had no one to turn to. That this is why you always went back to Jacob." I confirmed.

"No, I told you I had no one to turn to, but that I would always go back to Jacob, because at the end of the day, he is my husband." She huffed.

"Yes, but if you had someone to help you. Would you leave him?" I asked.

"I don't know if I can." She whispered.

I had never dealt with something like this, I needed a damn professional. I couldn't understand why she couldn't just leave his ass. I understood being scared, never having someone to turn to for help, but now that she was given an out…she refused to fucking take it! Why would anyone want to live like this?

"Alright, Bella." I sighed. "I have to go to work. I'm going to give you the choice here. You can stay or you can leave, but just know, that you can call me anytime….for whatever you need." I eyed her placing my business card into her hand and kissed her on the forehead.

As the elevator doors started to close, I watched as she just stood there staring at my card in her hands. When I reached the lobby I wanted to get back in the fucking elevator, go back up to my apartment and tie her to the fucking bed…so she couldn't leave of course. Having my way with her wouldn't hurt anyone. But I just walked out the front door, got in my car and headed for the office.

"Good morning Mr. Cullen." My receptionist Rosalie Hale greeted.

"Good morning Mrs. Hale. Any phone calls?" I asked.

"None, Sir." She confirmed, and I couldn't help but notice the sad look on her face.

"Rough night?" I asked as she looked to me in shock.

I never mixed outside situations with work, and seldom cared about what went on in my employees lives. As long as it didn't affect the company I didn't give to shits, but today I was on a 'save all the fucking women in the world' conquest. Internally I groaned as I asked the question, wanting nothing more than to take it back.

"Actually yes, my best friend just up and disappeared last night and I have no idea where she is." She rambled on as I nodded.

"Perhaps that's the point. Maybe she doesn't want to be found." I answered, thinking about Bella and praying like hell, that she would still be at my apartment, when I got home.

"I don't think so Sir." She whispered.

"And why is that?" I questioned, signing papers one by one, as she handed them to me.

"Because, normally her and her husband…. get into these fights, and she's home, within an hour or so." She continued.

"I wouldn't worry about it Mrs. Hale. I'm sure she'll show up." I grinned.

"I sure hope so Mr. Cullen…. Bella is like a sister to me." She bowed her head as the whole conversation registered….what are the fucking odds?

"Bella?" I asked as she eyed me confused and nodded.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's her last name?" I questioned as she continued to eye me.

"Black." She whispered.

"Uh, no sorry, I've mistaken your friend for someone else. Hope she returns home soon." I rambled, pulling at my tie.

I couldn't, fucking breath. I walked at a fast pace towards my office and when I arrived, I slammed the door and called my apartment. The phone rang several times and when Bella didn't answer, I slammed the phone down, placed my elbows onto my desk and pulled at my fucking hair.

I had to keep telling myself, that Rosalie didn't know, to calm the fuck down, but nothing seemed to work. What if Bella walked in here to see me? What if she called? Rosalie would have a hundred and one fucking questions. Why wouldn't Bella answer the damn phone? Had she left? Fuck me; I was a god damn mess.

I tried calling again and once again, received no answer. "Fuck I should have gotten her cell number!" I growled.

"Good morning to you too!" James chuckled, "Hot piece of ass?" He asked.

"What?" I rolled my eyes at him as my hands slowly unclenched from my hair.

"You just shouted, 'Fuck I should have gotten her cell number'.'" He mimicked me.

"Sorry rough night." I sighed, as he handed me a coffee.

"Well, hell…I'm no expert, but I've never seen you this put off, by a woman before. Better grab this one and run. And what the hell is with the number thing, thought you only gave them yours?" He smiled.

"I did give her mine, but she's…..different." I smiled, followed by a shrug.

"Hot damn, Cullen's finally caught the love bug…..Can I have your little black book?" He batted his eyelashes at me.

"Fuck off!" I laughed, throwing the plastic lid from my coffee, at him.

"What's her name? What does she do? I bet she has tits out to here!" He shot out his questions as I shook my head.

"Ah come on man, share!" He stomped his foot.

"We have a meeting to attend." I smirked and walked past him, out of my office.

He was jumping up and down like a fucking dog, begging for a treat, asking me over and over again to give him all the juicy details. James was now VP of Cullen & Son's. The sad truth to the title was that, this was all he would ever amount to here. My father would never allow him to be CEO, so this was as good as it gets for James.

He was tough, had an amazing sales pitch, and was as conniving as they come. In this business you had to be, or the shark next to you, would eat you for fucking dinner. There were so many other employees that were just waiting, for James to fuck up. They all knew as well as I did, that his obsession with drugs and women, would be the death of him at this company. Even still I had a soft spot for James and I wanted him to get his shit together. I had asked him several times to get help, but he just kept telling me, that it wasn't an addiction; he could give it all up just like that, if he wanted to. I guess I just shrugged it off after a while….what's the old saying? Ah yes, 'You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.' Yeah, that was how I felt about James and his 'little situation.'

The meeting went longer then what was expected and this made my anxiety worse. I just wanted to get home to Bella. As the meeting ended I was forced to stand alongside James and shake the hand of each one of our business associates. It didn't help that the clock was directly behind each one of them as I they said their goodbyes and thank you's. It was now seven at night; the meeting had swallowed my entire fucking day. When the last person left, I high tailed it down the hall and into my office. James was hot on my tail asking me where the fire was. I told him that I just had something important to attend to once I got home. Of course he smiled, nodded and gave me the thumbs up.

I tried calling again, but once again received no answer. Part of me was relieved. Today could have been so much worse. At least she didn't call or show up at my office, but then the other part of me, the part that internally hoped that she would be there when I got home, felt empty. I just had this gut feeling that she wasn't going to be there when I arrived. I wanted to pass my fucking apartment and go straight for the bar, knowing that that's where she would be, but I had to remind myself that she wasn't mine and if I went there on a rescue mission, all hell would break loose…no I had to be smart about this…..She would call….it would be just a matter of time before he did it again.

"Good evening, Mr. Cullen." Felix greeted. I nodded and headed straight for the elevator.

When the doors opened, I sat my suitcase down on my desk, checked the answering machine…no messages and flopped down onto the couch. How could she be this determined to go back to him…Its god damn stupid? I shook my head and turned the T.V on. I was trying damn hard to focus on the news, but Bella just wouldn't stop occupying my brain.

"Fuck this!" I huffed, grabbed me keys and pressed the elevator button. There was no fucking way I was letting her go back to him…..letting him touch her like that again…over my dead body.

As I stood there at the elevator waiting, my right leg was tapping, my finger pressing and re-pressing the button. "Come on!" I screamed at the doors, watching as the numbers changed. When the doors finally opened I heard the sweetest sound, from behind me.

"Where are you going now?" Bella huffed.

I turned around shocked and happy as fuck, that she was standing in the middle of my hallway, wearing nothing but a towel. I ran to her and wrapped her up into my arms as she chuckled.

"I thought you went back." I whispered in her hair.

"Not yet." She whispered back as I pulled back from her and eyed her.

"I have to go back Edward….my things are there and I have to figure out, what to do with the bar. I know he is going to fight me on it, but it's mine too and we need to figure something out." She eyed me.

"You have different options. You can both sell, split the profits, or he can buy you out." I went into my business mode, not at all sure why, but this was what I knew and I could help her with this too.

"I really don't want to sell it. I still want it as my own, but that's where I'm afraid that Jake won't back down." She replied.

I couldn't believe that she still wanted the place. I mean I knew that she had some sort of a hard on for it, but come on…even I knew that this place was in financial trouble and it would take more money then she would ever have, to keep it afloat. If she was smart, she would let Jacob have the god damn place, take her buy out and cut her loses, before it was too late and she lost everything.

"Bella, I know that you love that place, but not only does it come with all the financial trouble, but it's a heavy burden for you to. It also comes with Jacob. If you intend to leave him, Izzy's has to go too." I confirmed what she already knew.

"I have to get dressed. Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes, just until I get my own?" She asked. I shook my head no and told her, to help herself to anything she needed.

I waited in the hallway for her to return and when she did, she had her mini skirt on and one of my dress shirts.

"How do you plan to go about getting your things?" I asked.

"I'm just going to go down there now. Jake is running the bar right now, so I'll just slip in and out….no big deal. He won't even know that I'm there." She smiled as I once again, shook my head no.

"That's too risky. What if he does see you? How are you going to get to Forks? You should call the police or your father." I spat out.

"My father wouldn't help me and besides if I call the police, they'll inform my dad and then my dad will tell Jake. It's a vicious circle, I have to go alone." She whispered placing her hand onto the side of my face, in an attempt to comfort me, but nothing at all about this, was comforting.

"No, you're not going alone. I'm coming with you." I grunted. "End of story." I said.

To my surprise she didn't even argue with me. I could only assume that she was scared and was happy that she had someone she could confide in.

On the ride back to Forks I told her that Rosalie worked for me, how I came to figure it all out and what she wanted to do about it. She told me that it was simple, Rose just couldn't know. I agreed with her as she went on to tell me how she and Rose grew up together, and that her and her husband Emmett, didn't know about Jacob and the beatings. When Bella had told me that she was alone, had no one to turn to, I just didn't realize how alone she really was.

Bella's Point Of View

After Edward, started his bullshit this morning, trying to be my knight in shining armor, I realized that he was right. He was so fucking right, that it hurt. I had never had anyone in my corner before and after he left, I realized that it was time for me to leave Jacob.

It was going to be hard because I knew that Jacob would put on his sweet act, the one where he changes for a little while and then turns back into the barbaric asshole that he is. He had won me back this way so many times before, and like the fucking sucker that I am; it had always worked. Well not this fucking time.

It was time for a change, an over haul and it was time to show him and everyone else that I deserved better. Leave it to a goodie two shoes like Edward to teach me a thing or two about life. It was just that this had all become such a norm to me, that I suppose I had become somewhat numb to it all. It wasn't going to be easy, in fact it was going to be one of the hardest things, I would ever have to do, but if I could endure Jacob's beatings for almost ten years, then I could endure this too.

I had come to this decision, when Edward mentioned that I had told him that I never had anyone to help me, but that if I had him to help, would I leave Jacob. This question had haunted me all day. At first I was scared to leave Jacob. My life had become 'everything Jake' and I wasn't sure what I was going to do 'after Jake'. How my family and friends were going to react and to top it all off, with a nice fucking cherry on top, my bar.

Izzy's was my dream and mine alone and although she was crumbling, she was mine. I knew that Edward didn't understand, why I wanted to keep her. Hell if I was standing on the other side of things, I would tell me too, to drop the dead weight, but I was about to lose all of the hopes and dreams that I had ever had in my life and I wasn't ready to give up Izzy's.

On the way back to Forks, Edward mentioned that Rose worked for him. He was concerned about her finding out, wanting to know what we should do about it. At first I wanted to tell Rose. Tell her how Edward was trying to help me, but then I came to terms with the fact, that I didn't want Jake to know where I was staying. So I just told him that we couldn't tell Rose, thus nothing would happen.

The next thing that I had to figure out was, where I would be staying. I liked Edward a lot and he was doing so much for me, but I couldn't stay with Edward forever. Fuck, the moment he realized that I was nothing but white trailer trash; he would throw my ass to the fucking curb. Not to mention there was no fucking way, he was ever going to introduce me to all his snooty, rich ass friends….I was nothing but a fucking embarrassment.

Someone told me once that the best way to get over someone was to fill the void with someone else. I had never agreed with this statement until now. Edward was taking most of my pain and anxiety away, about leaving Jake, but in the end I was damaged goods and I knew that Edward would wake up one day and say, the hell with you….There was no way I was going to let myself believe otherwise because the inedible was too hard to bare. I was told so many times throughout my life that, I wasn't worthy of someone like Edward and I knew that it was true. Edward was a good, decent and kind, man and I was just a fucked up, trashy mouth, whore, who would never fit in, in Edward's world or deserve someone like him.

As we pulled into Forks, I could see Izzy's lights up on the hill, on the out skirts of town. From way back here, she looked beautiful. I had never seen her from this angle before because Jake never let me walk five fucking blocks alone. I smiled in that moment of looking at my own paradise. That was what Izzy's was to me, set aside Jake and his beatings, as much as I hated Izzy's she owned my heart. I was going to make something of her, make something of myself and no one, was ever going to stop me again.

I instructed Edward to park just two blocks down the road, in front of a child's playground, while I retrieved my things. He was upset with me that I asked him to stay in the car, until I pointed up at my apartment window and told him that, he would be able to see me the entire time. He finally agreed after he argued with me, until he was blue in the face. I just didn't want to take the risk of Jake, possibly walking in on me and having Edward there would be, so much worse.

After telling Edward I wouldn't be any more than twenty minutes, I took off down the street in a small sprint. My heart was racing, the moment I reached the apartment door. My hands were shaking as I fumbled with my keys. "Get a fucking grip, Bella Jesus." I scolded myself.

The moment I heard the distinct sound of the lock turning, I pushed the door open just a crack and when I realized that the whole apartment was in complete darkness, I threw open the door and ran for the bedroom. Once I turned on the bedroom light, I pulled back the curtains and waved to Edward. I watched as he ducked his head down a little and hunched his body forward, so that he could see me better. When he waved back, I ran around to the closet and grabbed a large gym bag, which I always kept packed, for moments like this, ran for the bedroom door and smacked right into Jakes muscular chest.

"You're home baby. I was so worried about you. Are you alright? Where have you been?" His sweet, calm, voice cooed as I tried to pull back from his embrace.

"Jake, I'm not home. I just came to get some of my things." I whispered as he stared down at me.

"Please, I'll be better. I love you, please don't leave me Izzy." He cried.

My heart was breaking. How could he always do that? No Bella be strong.

"Yeah, fucking right, you always say, that you'll be better….Better at what, your beatings? I don't fucking think so!" I huffed, trying to free myself from his strong embrace.

As I struggled to free myself, Jake lowered his face to mine. My face thrashed back and forth, trying my best to escape his sloppy kiss, but I was too weak. He grabbed my chin in his brute hand with force, crashed his lips to mine and thrust his disgusting tongue down the back of my throat. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop the kiss from happening.

After a few minutes, he realized that I wasn't kissing him back. "Didn't you miss me?" He asked.

"No!" I huffed as he pulled back from me and punched the wall, startling me and forcing me to fall back onto the bed.

Jake smiled and walked over to me and before I knew it, he was hovering over my body.

"Jake, get the fuck off of me!" I screamed.

"You want me…I know you do. Oh Izzy, I've missed you." He grunted kissing my neck as I fought back with all my strength.

I knew in that moment, that if I didn't do something quick, Edward would come up here and that hell that I was afraid of...That hell would reside in my bedroom.

"Jake, you're right, I've missed you so much, but slow down baby…..It's been a while. I want to show you how much I love you." I smiled sweetly, holding back the vomit that threatened to spew from my mouth.

"Who's looking after the bar?" I asked.

"Alice." He confirmed with a smile as I nodded and smiled back.

"Wonderful, a night off, why don't you go and run us a nice hot bath and I'll put on some of that lingerie that you love?" I smiled as I palmed the side of his face.

"Alright, but don't be too long." His brows furrowed as I felt his erection, slip off of my leg.

As I heard the water start, I looked out the window to see Edward standing beside his car. I placed my hand up and used my middle and index finger, making them move back and forth, which looked like legs walking, to notify him that I was coming down stairs. He nodded and got back into his car.

"As I approached the bedroom door, I hollered, "Baby, play some music!"

As the music started to play, I walked slowly across the hall, stepping over the creaks in the floor boards…something I had learned to do so long ago. Turned the door handle, shifted the gym bag on my shoulder and slowly closed the door behind my exit. I turned, took five steps and heard the apartment door open. I froze on the second landing and looked up at Jakes furious eyes and ran for it.

I could hear Jakes heavy feet behind me catching up and even though I had no more strength in my legs, I dug deep and picked up the fucking pace. As I reached the front door, I stumbled and fell to the ground, scrambled to get up and ran around the corner.

I could still hear Jake behind me screaming, "Isabella, get fucking back here!" "You fucking bitch, I'm going to kill you!" His words lit a fire under my ass.

As I approached Edward's car I screamed, "Start the fucking car!" He did and when I got in and we speed off. I ducked so Jake wouldn't know I was in the car. I watched Jake stand in the middle of the street, pulling at his hair and screaming like fucking 'King Kong' out of the review mirror as we drove away, until he was completely out of my sight.

I don't know what it was, relief, despair, grief, failure, or the fact that I was now completely on my own, but the tears didn't stop coming. I curled up into my seat, trying to hold myself together, when I felt Edward's hand reach into mine. I looked down at it and pulled his arm in closer like it was my own personal teddy bear. He pulled me in under his arm and told me that the life I had known, may have ended, but that it was just the beginning of something bigger and better for me. I smiled up at him when he said, "When one door closes another shall open."

When we got back to Edward's apartment, he carried my duffle bag and I suddenly felt saddened that all my things fit into one single gym bag. He placed my belongings down onto his bed, cleared out a few of his dresser drawers for me and ran me a bath. When I followed him into the bathroom, he had poured some bubble bath into his Jacuzzi tub and lit a few candles, as well as turned his iPod on, playing some soft music. Was this guy for real?

He left me alone in the bathroom with my own thoughts and as I started to soak, I could hear the rain outside. I closed my eyes and submerged myself completely, enjoying the sounds of the rain drops hitting the tin gutters; it was relaxing. There was something in the air tonight, besides the moisture, which gave me the feeling that today was going to be different. Yesterday had been an absolute disaster, ending in a fight with Jake and then again this morning with Edward.

Edward was the kind of man that I knew I should love. The first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew that he was going to change my life, but I didn't know just how much he would in fact change it. Our first kiss was earth fucking shattering and when we were together, it was as if no one else existed in the world, but there was Jake, my husband who I had dated since my freshmen year in high school.

I thought back to that time; when Jake was the all around typical stud and every girl in fucking school wanted him, but I just had to fucking have him. In the beginning my attraction to Jake was pure sport, but eventually I found myself falling in love with him. He was so sweet, brought me flowers every Friday, when he would pick me up in his father's rundown Chevy truck, and took me to the same restaurant for dinner.

When Jake had asked me to marry him, I knew then that I didn't want to, but I felt like I had been with him for so long, that I owed him that much. Something was missing back then in our relationship, excitement, mystery, understanding….I don't know, but it was enough to make me second guess myself. My father had told me that I just had cold feet, that it was normal and that I would marry Jake and once we had been husband and wife for a while, I would look back on this moment and laugh at how silly I was being…..Well I was fucking looking back now and I should have listened to my gut instincts.

I wanted, safety, understanding, emotional support and of all things love. Was that too much to ask? Edward provided all of these things for me, except the love part of course. He also made me feel, alive, free and slightly guilty for what I had done. He was a constant reminder that I had cheated on Jake, but also a constant reminder that there was good men out there.

When my bath water became cold I got out, tied my hair into a pony tail, slipped on my night gown, which just covered my ass and approached the door. Before I had a chance to open the door, Edward knocked on it. When I opened it, his arms were resting on the frame and his head was bowed.

"Are you alright? I heard you crying and well…" He stammered as he looked up at me.

I couldn't believe that he had heard me over the music. I must have been crying harder than I thought. What the hell was wrong with me? I had always been so god damn strong, where had that Bella run off to?

"I'm fine Edward." I smiled as he thrust his arms around me.

He didn't say a word, he just held me in his arms, applying just the right amount of pressure that I needed. I wanted to tell him that he didn't need to comfort me, but as his skin saturated mine, it didn't matter anymore….no words needed to be said.

After a long, silent embrace, Edward took in a large whiff of my hair and released his warm embrace from me. He smiled that crocked sexy ass smile of his that made me weak in the knees and scooped me into his arms effortlessly from the bathroom floor. He carried me into his bedroom and placed me gently onto the bed.

I sat up onto my elbows as he hovered hesitantly above me. I calmly pulled at Edward's dress shirt, unbuttoning each button as I stared directly into his eyes, exposing his tight illuminating skin. I slid my hand under the cotton material and slid his shirt over his shoulders until his chest was bare, tossing it to the side.

He continued to stare, never once breaking our eye connection, which I found to be erotic and something very new for me. I had always closed my eyes, while fucking Jake, because I didn't want to see his disgusting face. This…what Edward and I were sharing was so different….so sensual…so god damn orgasmic.

I reached down and unbuttoned his pants slowly, waiting to see if he was going to stop me, but he just kept staring. I slid them down his muscular lean legs, never taking my eyes from his and lovingly reached for the back of his neck, pulling his face down towards me to steal a much over due kiss from his moistened lips.

As his lips melted into mine, he pressed himself gently on top of me and together we lied back down, lips still attached. When Edward broke our kiss his face hovered only inches from my own and touched my face gently, running his hand down my dampened body, feeling my curves and on the way back up, his hand entered inside my night gown. As he reached my breasts he stopped to pull my nighty over my now untidy hair.

The next few moments seemed like hours as Edward took his time kissing every inch of my exposed skin. As he made his way back up to my supple breasts he took a moment to gaze upon them before forcing his mouth around my right nipple, while massaging the left one with his hand. As I squirmed in pleasure, I ran my fingers through his mane, caressing his head, down to the back of his neck.

Edward slowly migrated down my chest to my stomach and paused, hovering over my now swollen and moist pussy lips. He let a hiss escape his mouth, as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me down closer and lifted my pelvis into the air. Edward then took advantage of my lower half being so close to his face and kissed my inner thighs ever so gently, licking over my plumb lower lips, causing me to shiver slightly from the warmness of his breath.

I couldn't take it any longer and shouted, "Give it to me Edward…Now!"

As I commanded he looked up from his current fixation and climbed his way back up my body, sliding his stiffened member along my thighs, until it had meet with my center. I gasped as his swollen knob met with my wet, tight hole. My muscles tightened around his cock as he penetrated deeper into my canal.

With one leg on the floor for leverage, and his knee on the mattress for support, he slowly plunged into my pussy, causing me to grip onto his muscular back. Edward leaned down and kissed my lips once more, and while I moaned into his mouth he grabbed my left leg and forced it over his shoulder, enabling him to become more immersed into my warm pussy.

As he withdrew from my mouth to look me in the eyes, I stared back at him and caressed the side of his chiseled jaw, pulling him down once more, to embrace me once again in his passionate kissing.

Edward picked up a rhythm of slow and steady thrust, it was phenomenal. I had never experience such passion, such desire, such need in all of my life. He thrust his massive member one more time, sending both of us into a convulsion of ecstasy.

I cummed so hard that my body shook and shivered, as my eyes turned into little slits and rolled to the back of my head. I could feel his cock thicken, pulsate as his seed erupted, coating my walls and filling me up completely. I had never felt so full in all of my life.

Edward collapsed on the bed beside me, exhausted and breathing loudly. Soon I felt the side of his face on my chest, his face rising and falling with every one of my deep breaths. As soon as our breathing had slowed, Edward looked up at me as I smiled widely and he returned it.

After a sustained amount of silence, Edward forced himself into a sitting positioning, his back against the head board of the bed and reached out for my hand. I took it as he pulled me in under his arm, never letting go of his strong hand.

"That's how it should be….how it's meant to be." He whispered as he looked me in the eye.

I gazed into Edward's gleaming green eyes and just nodded in agreement. He smiled and kissed me again on the lips. I felt comfort in his arms, and this... scared the hell out of me. I didn't want to get attached to Edward…I was scared that he would wake up one day and realize that I was the worst mistake he had ever made.

In the short amount of time that I had known Edward, he had taken the hardness that I built and hammered it down like he was a fucking jack hammer. Never in all my life had someone been able to soften me and I hated it. I need to remain strong I needed to get the hell out of here and be that independent women I knew I could be.

I realized in that moment that, that piece of my life that I was missing, resided in Edward and I was too afraid to look beyond what was familiar and safe to me to just go with it. I needed to stop this….whatever the fuck we were doing before it got too out of hand, before he…god help me….told me that he loved me and wanted more. I just couldn't deal with all this shit right now.

Edward was the kind of man that every women should want to marry, but I had already went down that path and look where it got me…broke, on the verge of a divorce, having an affair and completely and emotionally fucked up.

Edward had succeeded on what he set out to do, I was leaving Jake. Now it was my turn to do what I had promised and protect Edward from myself. He had done so much for me that I owed him this much.

I stared up at him as he looked at me adoringly. This….this face right here…this heart….this fucking beautiful man….leaving him would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do. Harder than Jake and even harder than Izzy's, but it was better to end it all now, rather than having to endure the suffering, that would accompany it later on down the road.

How did I fucking get here? My head was on a constant roller coaster ride and I feared that some day, it would break down at the very top and I would be stuck wallowing in my own self pity for the rest of my miserable fucking life.

The bottom line came down to…I couldn't rely on any man, not Jake, not my dad and defiantly not Edward…..I needed to stand on my own two feet, for once in my fucking life and once I had mastered that….who knows what else I could do.

Okay, so this chapter was a little lighter then the first two, but as I said as Bella's emotional roller coaster continues the chapters will go up and down, to simulate her 'highs and lows.'

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