Arranged Marriage

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight!


A hand shot out over my mouth, silencing my screams. I lift my head and stare in the green orbs - Edward. His eyes warn me not to struggle but I don't listen. Seth's voice is loud and calls out for me. I fight against Edward, clawing at his hand. I try to remove his hand, but my attempts are futile. So I do the only thing that will work. I bite his hand, digging my teeth in to his palm.

Instantly Edward removes his hand and flinches back in pain. I breathe in some much needed air, before turning around and grabbing the first object in sight - A frying pan. "Seth, calm down and don't come in here" I call out.

Edward glances in my direction, looking amused at my choice of weapon, "Seriously? A frying pan?" His tone is taunting.

"What the fuck do you think your doing in my house?" I hiss, my jaw clenched as I hold the pan in front of me, ready to use it if he comes closer.

"Well you weren't letting me in threw the front door..." He starts, his tones defensive. "And I know you said not to 'knock on this door again' so I thought I'd knock on the back door, but it was opened so..."

"Do you make a habit of breaking in to peoples houses?" I hiss bitterly, cutting him off.

"I didn't break in" He replies flatly.

"You came in uninvited" I retort

He shrugs his shoulders dismissively, "Because you wouldn't let me in"

"Because I don't know you!"

He pinches the bridge of his nose and grinds his teeth, "I told you who I am"

"And I told you my father doesn't have a nephew!" I counter. "now get the fuck out of my house!"

"No!" he replied arrogantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Excuse me?" I ask, taken aback at his answer.

"Im not going anywhere"

"Fine, I'll let the cops deal with you" I spit and rush over to the wall behind him, to pick up the cordless phone.

Just as my fingers were in reach of the phone, arms wrap around my waist, lifting me away from the phone. "Get off me! I yell, flapping about in his iron grip.

"Calm down!" There's no need to call the cops" he whispers in my ear.

"Seth" I call out, "Call the police" I shout, hoping the four year old will know what to do.

I hear small footsteps running across the house and moments later Seth comes in to view. His face, filled with panic, "Bella" he whimpers.

I fight my hardest against Edward and kick his balls when he doesn't budge. He lets go immediately, whimpering and crouching over in pain. I race over to Seth, lifting him up in to my arms and picking up the phone. I dial 911, pressing down on the call button.

A pale hand snatches the phone from my hand and I hear it hit the floor. My eyes instantly sought Edwards, his gaze both hard and compelling. "I told you earlier who I am, you don't need to call the cops" he said in a quiet and steady voice.

"liar" I snap, feeling brave.

He narrows his eyes taking, slow even steps towards me and Seth. I place Seth down on the floor and shout for him to run. He does what I say and I can hear the stairs creak from his footsteps.

For every step Edward takes towards me, I take two steps back and soon find myself pressed against the kitchen wall. Edwards palms press flat against the wall, trapping me.

I feel his hot breath fan over my face and I lean away from him. The now familiar set of green eyes, lock with my own. His eyes linger on my face for a moment before he cuts the silence. "Are you scared?" he asks quietly, watching me intently.

I shift my weight on to my other leg and shake my head robotically. My rapidly beating heart outs my lie and I know he can feel it as our chests are pressed together, much to my dismay. "Take what you want and leave" I manage to say, gathering my wits.

"What?" he asks, his brows pulling up in confusion.

"Your the thief aren't you? Whose been going around, burgling houses?" I state.

His eyes widen and realization flashes over his face.

Ha! Got you now, pretty boy.

He starts laughing loudly, his laughter ringing in my ears.

What on earth?...

"You think..im...a Burglar?" he manages to say in between laughs.

With every laugh, I feel my confidence faltering. I look at him quizzically and his laughter ceases. "I can assure you, I'm not a burglar"

"then who are you?" I ask in disbelief.

"I already told you he sighs.

I hear the front door burst open and a loud voice call out, "This is Forks Police!"

My face snaps up at the mention of the word 'Police' and Edwards eyes widen. I shout out "over here"

a pair of footsteps come rushing in to the kitchen and two burly men pull Edward away from me and deck him to the ground. One of the men recites the mandatory words of arrest to Edward while he struggles against them. I hear the click of a lock and see they have handcuffed Edward.

Another pair of footsteps come in to view - mum and Phil. Phil's arms are out in shock, "what's going on in here?"

Edward turns his head in Phil's direction, "uncle Phil" he calls out.

Uncle Phil? Oh oh, guess I was wrong.

"Edward" Phil says in surprise. Shit! Phil is his uncle."Bella, what's going on?" Phil asks suspiciously.

I laugh half heartedly and smile slightly for Phil's benefit. "Well it's actually a funny story..."


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