A/N: So here we go. Chapter 4! I'm really excited. I'm sorry for staying away for so long. But I hope you guys enjoy :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Chapter 4:

Edward was and asshole from time to time but he let me roam out and about the streets as long as I had my own detail of Tommy's most trusted me. I'd gotten along pretty well with Thomas and I teased him and bantered back and forth with him, annoying the hell out of him and amusing myself.

Tommy was uptight but was excellent at doing his job. He had his own right hand man, Tyler. Tyler was a great guy and an ex-convict. But he had a lot of respect for Edward since he'd helped his family come out of poverty.

And so Tyler became my shadow whenever I stepped outside of the safety that the mansion provided for me with its security cameras and alert guards and servants.

"Which one?" I mumbled to myself, looking at two ties that I was looking at to buy for Edward. Nearly a month and a half had passed since the miscarriage and I'd gotten along with Edward more and more. He became a good friend of sorts... for my husband. I rolled my eyes at myself before turning to Tyler and asking for his opinion.

"The green one or the red one?" I asked him as he peered down at them. "They're both silk."

"He will like whatever you give him," he assured me and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, but I want an opinion not a fact." I huffed and he frowned subtly.

"Well, I'd say the red one." A chillingly familiar voice came from behind me.

Tyler noticed how my muscles locked in place and my smile froze in its place before tensing himself and pulling me aside at the same moment that a hand closed around my forearm.

"I see you've climbed up the social ladder, my little Izzy." James smiled sweetly down to me. "But its time for you to come back home now."

"Release her," Tyler said, pulling a handgun out of nowhere. And for the first time, I saw James freeze with trepidation before narrowing his eyes at my body guard. "Now." Tyler ordered authoratively, raising his voice some.

"Of course," James nodded with a serene smile on his face. Tyler shoved him back and quickly pulled me behind him, nodding to the other three guards to search James. I noticed how once guard pocketed James' ID before shoving his wallet back at him and telling him to make himself scarce.

"What the hell was that?" I asked Tyler as he rushed me away from the crowded street and practically shoved me into the waiting limosine.

"I'd ask you the same question. Who was that man?" Tyler asked me, noticing how I blanched at the question. "I need you to answer because this will be soon reported to Mr. Cullen in a matter of minutes."

"What? No, you can't tell him," I rushed to plead to Tyler.

"We are all ordered to report to him directly. If I haven't yet then you can be assured that one of the others has already. I am sorry, Mrs. Cullen. But we can't keep this from Mr. Cullen," he told me apologetically.

Not a minute after he finished his piece, my phone was ringing Edward's ring tone.

"What the hell happened? Who did you run into today, Bella?" Edward asked me tensely and angrily.

"It wasn't my fault!" I protested.

"Did you plan it?" he asked me tensely.

"No!" I all but shouted at him. "I would never want to see him again!"

"Who's this James character?" Edward asked me angrily.

I fell silent, not knowing how to tell him in front of Tyler.

"Bella?" he demanded through the phone.

"He's the... the guy that I told you about. You know," I cleared my throat anxiously, knowing that soon Edward's temper would get the best of him so I should rush this out quickly, "the one Charlie-"

"What?" Edward roared, understanding quickly. He began to curse loudly and I winced as he began to shout orders to people I didn't know, shouting names and numbers.

"Edward, Edward!" I called, trying to get his attention. "Look, you don't need to worry. Tyler and the guys handled everything. We're already heading over to the house."

He was breathing heavily but listening to me, pausing in his orders.

"Pass me to Tyler," he said tensely. I sighed, before passing my phone over to Tyler.

"Yes, sir. No. He had made contact... her arm... there is some bruising from what I can see," Tyler said, trying to remain calm but his posture said otherwise. "She was buying you a present, sir. I had him at gunpoint when he refused to let her go. No sir."

Tyler began to mumble, giving Edward the play-by-play of what had happened. I didn't fail to notice how Edward's voice began to rise in volume more and more.

"...didn't you fucking shoot him?" Edward shouted furiously and Tyler winced a bit, pulling the phone away from his ear momentarily.

I shuddered, recalling the time when he'd punished me for the first time. He had been completely upset when I'd cut my hair and had stripped me naked, blindfolded me, and tied me down to the wall of a room that I didn't recognize. I didn't have time to look around and inspect before he was wrapping a scarf around my head and shutting off my vision.

"Do you think that it was a good idea now? To cut your hair?" he asked me quietly and I shuddered, realizing just how close he was to me. "I love your hair just how it was."

"And I'm supposed to care?" I gasped, trying to hide my fear.

"Yes!" he shouted and punched the spot next to my head and into the wall. I shrieked and bit my lip when he chuckled darkly. I'd given him what he'd wanted. "I won't hurt you, my love. Not so much."

"I married you, didn't I? You didn't say anything about my hair in our stupid contract!" I shouted at him and gasped when I felt his presence suddenly leave. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to calm my breathing.

This was what he wanted.

I could deal with him close to me. I could deal with him in my face. I could yell back. I could push back. I could bring myself not to care. But I couldn't handle the suspense. The unknown. The anticipation killed me.

"I'm going to fuck you long and hard. And you're going to take it. All of it," he breathed and I swallowed thickly, trying to hide my discomfort and fear.

"Is that supposed to be a punishment? Are you serious, Edward?" I sneered up at him. "Can't you do any better?" I taunted, trying to get him to use anything else but sex.

I hated that my body constantly betrayed me and it wasn't long before I felt the familiar sense of disgust and shame. I gave into Edward every time because he reminded me constantly of our stupid contract. It didn't matter that I had agreed to this. I had to take it. And Edward had an insatiable apetite when it came to sex.

"Yes. I can make you wish you never cross me again," he whispered and I gasped when he suddenly pushed into me from behind.

I was taken out of my thoughts by the sound of my body guard's voice. Tyler quietly said that he had had me safely behind him by then and he thought it his priority to get me out of there as soon as possible and away from the threat. Edward simmered down then and they ended the call seconds later; Tyler handed me my phone, telling me we'd arrived at the mansion.

My thoughts rushed back to that day. Even though we weren't on exactly good terms, we'd managed to get along better. He'd stayed with me after the miscarriage and refused to leave my side for anything. Even though he could be an ass at times, I knew that he loved me. Like, he sincerely and truly loved me. And he showed it whenever he could.

Edward was already there when I was walking though the front door, rushing to pick me up in his arms and check me over for any injuries. His eyes darkened quickly once he spotted the bruising on my left arm.

"You should get some rest," he said finally, hugging me tightly.

"And you should calm down." I said when I saw him turn to open his mouth and no doubt shout at Tyler once he entered the house. Edward frowned down at me. "Look, I think you are overreacting. Tyler and the guys had everything handled. Now calm down before you give yourself a heart attack."

"I'm not that old!" Edward exclaimed, distracted.

"Alright, go ahead and keep fooling yourself," I chuckled teasingly. "Oh, look! Is that a grey hair?" I asked innocently as I raked my fingers through his locks.

He looked at me disapprovingly as I laughed before passing him.

"I'm hungry. I was going to pick up some food on the way but with all of this," I waved my hand in the air before sighing in resignation. He nodded before relaxing.

"Why don't you go ahead and start on dinner. I'll meet you there. And then you should rest. I don't want you stressing yourself unnecesarily." He said sternly and I rolled my eyes at him before heading towards the kitchen.

I ate in silence, ignoring how the servants quickly left the kitchen when I entered. I didn't like the dining room. It was much too big for me so I'd made a habit of eating at the island in the kitchen. Edward joined me on occasion, humoring me but also telling me that I should get used to the dining room. We switched off on places everyday. And even though today was one of the days we would be eating in the dining room, I knew that Edward would eat with me in the kitchen to avoid stressing me further.

Edward came inside eventually, sighing as he realized that I was eating in the kitchen. He smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead lovingly before going to serve himself a plate of food. During the time that I'd been married to Edward he'd tried his best in making me comfortable in my new home. And in return, I'd tried to humble him down.

He interacted with his servants and guards more, smiled more, lost his temper less. I was told that it was all my doing and thanked for it.

"How are you?" he asked me quietly.

"I'm..." I sighed, unable to pin down an emotion. "I think I'd be better if I'd gotten your tie."

"The tie doesn't matter to me, Bella." he told me sternly.

"But it does to me," I retorted and sighed in defeat.

"Alright," he said, smiling at me gently and reaching forward to take my hand in his. "You're hands are freezing Bella. Are you sure you're all right?"

I smiled at him and opened my mouth to give him some snark to try and alleviate the tension that was quickly building in his body. But I suddenly felt my stomach lurch and I rushed towards the sink, throwing up the contents of my stomach until I was dry heaving. Edward was right there, holding up my hair and rubbing soothing circles on my back as he began to order the servants around.

"I'm fine. It was just some," I tried to quickly reassure Edward but stopped as my knees buckled suddenly.

"Bella," he breathed, holding me against his chest as he supported me and then I fainted in his arms.

{-_-}

I woke up in our bed, Edward's and mine, startled to see Edward talking quietly with his father, Carlisle. I'd only met Carlisle a handful of times but just as he was family of Edward's, I hadn't given him the time of day.

But he had given me a good impression despite my efforts to stay away from Edward's family.

"Ugh," I groaned, clutching at my head and trying to soothe the inexplicable headache.

"Bella," Edward breathed, his eyes wide and shocked as he rushed to me. "How are you feeling, love?"

"Like I was just put through a strainer. This sucks." I mumbled, groaning again in pain.

I managed to push past Edward's form as he sat next to me on the bed, ignoring Carlisle as I reached towards the nighttable for some Riboflavin that I kept there for any migranes or severe headaches that I got on and off.

"Wait. Bella you shouldn't do that," Carlisle's voice startled me as I raised the two pills in my hand to my mouth, ready to put them inside.

"I have a killer headache, Carlisle. I think that that should be my main concern right now." I said with a roll of my eyes as I deposited the pill in my mouth. I winced, instantly regretting rolling my eyes when my head throbbed in pain once again.

"You're pregnant," Carlisle said, clearing his throat.

My instinctive reaction should have been to inhale sharply but instead, I spat out my pills and turned to glare at my father-in-law.

"That isn't possible. I can't... I mean I just..." I trailed off as tears began to well in my eyes as I slumped back down in the bed.

"I know its unexpected, Bella. You weren't even showing any signs of pregnancy," Edward said as I began to cry silently.

"I can't, Edward. I can't lose another baby." I whispered as I tried to push back my sobs.

"You won't love," he assured me quickly as he gathered me in his arms.

"I will and I can't do it anymore," I shook my head before jumping out of his arms and on shaky legs, I ran into the bathroom.

"Bella!" Edward ran after me and he snatched the razor out of my hands before I could do anything. He pulled me into his arms as I began to cry in earnest, locking my arms at my sides so that I was unable to attempt anything. "You can't lose this baby because you're well past the first trimester."

"Let me go!" I cried, struggling against him and trying to get the razor that he'd thrown to the ground.

"Stop it, Bella! Isabella! Stop it!" he burst and I fell limp against him, my tears flowing relentlessly. "We're not losing this baby. Believe me."

"No," I shook my head in quick denial. "Its going to be my fault again and-"

"Stop it right now, Bella!" He snapped at me. I winced and he sighed before softening his tone when he spoke again, "Carlisle is not only a doctor. He's a professional diagnostician, surgeon, and many other things. He believes that you were pregnant with another baby and the second one died. He was younger and more weaker." Edward said shakily into my ear as I began to cry into his chest.

"I killed him Edward," I sobbed. "Oh my God. I should've eaten more to keep him alive and I was only eating the bare minimum. Its all my fault. My fault, Edward."

"No, love. We couldn't have known. And you haven't been showing but Carlisle says that you will. Soon." Edward said quietly as he comforted me. His voice turned hard then, "Don't you ever do that again, Bella. I don't ever want you to try and do that. I can't lose you. Do you understand?"

I nodded shakily and he slowly lowered his arms from around me, releasing my arms. And for the first time since marrying Edward, I hugged him back willingly. He stiffened in my arms before relaxing and hugging me back tightly.

"Thank you, Edward." I whispered tearfully, as I leaned my head against his chest. He sighed and only pulled me closer in response, assuring me silently that everything would be fine.

A/N: So what did you guys think? I'll tell you guys now that the inspiration for this chapter was the song: Gallery - Mario Vasquez. My mind works in wierd ways. It best not to question it haha. Well, review! And then there's the next chapter!

-Eli