EMPOV

On the drive I couldn't stop my mind from replaying the events of the night...

I had been leaning a shoulder against a wall nursing a drink as I watched my wife flirt her way through the crowd.

"You are one lucky SOB." Mike, a co-worker, said as he passed me and patted my shoulder.

I nodded in acknowledgment but otherwise kept my face passive. I was so lucky, married to a woman who craved attention from anyone just as long as it wasn't from me. I straightened myself and turned toward the entrance, just as she was entering.

Bella.

She looked beautiful in a green dress that flattered her figure without being suggestive. It was sophisticated and classy, just like her.

"Bella!" I called across the room, lifting my hand so she could find me. She gave me a huge grin and started walking over. I let my eyes drift to follow the soft sway of her hips as she moved.

My dick twitched and I had to stop myself from palming it.

I grazed my lips across her cheek, inhaling her heavenly scent. She smelled as good as she looked. My lips lingered longer than they should have before I could finally pull myself away.

She smiled softly as I led her to the dance floor, surprised when I had to keep taking a step back to keep a small distance between us. Her body was singing to mine making me crave to press her's against my own.

Where the hell these thoughts were coming from?

I was about to tell her how beautiful she looked again when Jasper came and interrupted us, informing me about Edward's current state. I found my younger brother with a female hanging onto him trying my best to block the sight from Bella but she had already seen and called out his name in shock.

I couldn't understand what caused my brother to act as he did. He has been drinking more and more recently, and how he treats Bella? Our parents were always loving, but I had to admit my mother spoiled the hell out of Edward.

He was the youngest and she doted on him. He never picked up after himself, expected all meals to be served to him including a simple bowl of cereal. He would have a temper tantrum if things weren't done exactly as he wished, my mother running behind him to do his bidding. She did him no service but still, it was no excuse.

While I was lost in thought Edward had already grabbed Bella, dragging her with him into a dark hall. I heard the whispers flowing through out the room as everyone watched the scene he had made. I ran after them, not trusting Edward to be alone with Bella.

I found them, Edward pressing her against a wall with her arms held above her head as she struggled on the tip of her toes. Once I saw him bring his hand back, I saw red. Rushing forward and grabbing him before he could strike her. He left and I ignored my wife while focusing myself on Bella and getting her safely away from my brother.

She was insisting she could get herself into the house even though she couldn't put any pressure on her ankle.

"Just let me help to your bedroom." I insisted.

I got out and walked to her, carrying her in my arms before she could protest. I used the spare key she had given me forever ago to unlock the door, kicking it closed as she entered the code to turn off the alarm. Once she was through I carried her up the stairs, two at a time, and entered her bedroom. Laying her on the bed, I shoved a pillow under her leg.

"I will be right back, I'm going to see if there is anything to wrap your ankle in."

I walked to her bathroom and opened the cabinet under her sink. I held in a sound of rage when I saw how much she had hidden there. From antiseptics and creams to all different bandages, even a suture kit that turned my vision red. I slammed the door shut after grabbing a wrap and took a deep breath to calm myself before going back to her. The last thing I wanted was for her to fear me.

"May I see it?" I asked, standing beside her and leaning toward her hurt ankle.

She nodded silently, eyeing me as I reached out and gently felt around the swollen skin of her ankle and up her calf. I could feel her eyes on me as I ran my hands up her thigh to the edge of the garter. I met them as I unhooked the straps, rolling the stocking down slowly. Her expression was one of confusion.

"I have to take this off if I am going to check you over properly."

"Of course." She answered in a hoarse voice.

I looked at her exposed skin, cringing over the blemish that was darkening rapidly.

"It's sprained, I will wrap it tonight and check on it again tomorrow. If it doesn't look any better we will go to the emergency room." I told her as I unraveled the fabric and wrapped it around her ankle gently.

"You seem to know what you are doing." She smirked lightly.

"I played college ball, remember?" I winked. "Lots of injuries."

Once I was finished I looked her over, searching for any other injuries.

"Is anything else hurting?" I asked.

"I'm fine, really."

"Bella, don't lie to me... not to me."

"My back." She whispered, averting her eyes, unwilling to meet mine. "He, um, threw me against a wall before you came."

I clenched my jaw, standing up from the end of the bed.

"I'm going to help you sit up and lower your dress, okay? I need to make sure you don't need medical attention."

"No doctors, please." She pleaded.

She was blushing while reaching behind her, trying to pull the zipper down.

"I got it." I said gently, guiding her hands away as I replaced them.

I couldn't stop my fingers from trailing over the exposed skin as it was revealed, sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

"Bella!" I gasped.

I felt sick to my stomach as I took in the view of her back. There were old bruises and cuts mixed in with the new ones.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled while holding her dress to her chest, tears falling from her eyes.

"Don't you dare apologize, this isn't your fault." I softened my voice to take the sting out. "Your back looks terrible. There is a bruise covering the skin that's exposed. I'm going to help you into some pajama pants so I can get a better look."

"Em, I don't know... if Edward comes home-"

"If it makes you feel better, keep your bra on, and I don't want to hear his name right now. Let him come back." I growled, stomping to her dresser.

I found a pair of sweatpants in the third drawer I opened and brought them to her. She was unable to meet my eyes and I knew she was embarrassed.

"I will step out so that you can change, just call out if you need me."

She nodded at me and I stepped out, leaving the door cracked so that I could hear her. I listened as she struggled out of her dress and into the sweats. There was a louder rustling, concerned I peaked through the crack in the door to make sure she was alright. My breath caught as I saw her bare chest, her breasts bouncing as she hopped over to the dresser. Her back was turned to me as she struggled into a sports bra, my breathing finally returning as she made her way back to the bed. I adjusted my hard on, hoping she wouldn't notice, and knocked gently before going back into the bedroom.

"Lay on your stomach, I'm going to put some cream on your back." I stated before going to retrieve the jar.

When I came back out she was laying with her back facing me like I asked. My eyes lingered on her pert ass sticking up in the air till her bruised back regained my attention and caused me to wince. I dipped my fingers into the cream and began rubbing it into her skin, causing her to startle.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to surprise you." I said softly.

I moved my hands over the length of her back, massaging the ointment into her bruised skin.

She sighed and moaned slightly as I worked her lower back, making me smile and chuckle.

Bringing my hands to her sides I rubbed more cream into her hips, My hands brushed against her ribs and it took everything in me not to scream out in anger, feeling her ribs stick out more than they probably should be if she was eating properly.

How could I have never noticed that before?

"You will be sore for a while, your back is really beat up. Bella... how did you get those marks on your hip?"

I waited for her to respond, my eyes staring at the still angry welts on her hips.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I wont push you, but I hope you will tell me eventually. I need a record of your injuries to give the police."

"No! Please Emmett, don't call the police."

"Bella-"

"For me, just... no police.

I sighed but went against my better judgment and relented.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room across the hall, just call if you need me."

"I will be fine, you should get back to Rosalie."

She never held herself above others.

"She can take care of herself." I growled.

"Em, I really appreciate everything. I just want to rest. Come back in the morning, okay?"

"What if Edward returns?"

I didn't want to leave, there would be hell to pay if he got to her while she was alone.

I watched her swallow hard, the fear in her eyes returning.

"I will be fine." She insisted, though her body trembled. "Em, if he comes home and you are here, it will only make things worse."

"Bella, you can't stay with him. It's just going to get worse. This was the first time he assaulted you in front of others. If he doesn't care about having witnesses, what do you think will happen behind closed doors?"

"I will call you if he comes home tonight, I promise." She gave me a week smile.

"You better call me Bells." I kissed her cheek and reluctantly left.

How could I possibly leave her here knowing that monster would return?

I wanted to argue with her but told her I was leaving so I wouldn't make the situation any harder. I needed to do as she asked, something I knew my brother never did. It was like a knife was cutting into my chest as I closed the front door and re-locked it behind me. I stood on her porch and looked around the dark front yard, wondering what I was suppose to do now. Since she didn't want me to stay, I was going to respect her wishes but she never said I couldn't do drive by's. The only reason I even left the driveway was so she wouldn't look out and fear Edward was home. I drove to the nearest gas station and stocked up on snacks and a large coffee, planning to go past her house every half hour till the sun rose and I could return to her side.

BPOV

My body was still tingling from Emmett's touch as I snuggled into my pillow, still laying on my stomach as to not irritate my back. If I knew Emmett like I think I did, I didn't have to fear Edward returning to the house. Emmett may accept my asking him to leave but he would be close by, watching over me like a guardian angel. My eyes drooped and I quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.

"Isabella."

I struggled to open my eyes, Unaware how long I had been asleep.

"Emmett?" My voice heavy with sleep as I squinted into the shadowed room.

"You are laying in my bed, asking for my brother?"

Edward.

"Able to sleep after what you put me through tonight?" I could feel his hot breath near my ear, smell the stale scent of liquor on his breath.

I was fully awake, my eyes wide. I turned over slowly, the pain in my back intensifying as I moved. Edward Was hovering over me, his eyes void of emotion making him look dead inside. His clothes were wrinkled, his tie missing, and shirt half buttoned.

"Edward?"

"Don't you dare speak to me!" He hissed, bringing his hand back and slapping me across the face with such force my body was thrown across the bed. "You embarrassed me tonight!"

I knew not to speak, it would only make his beating worse. I tasted blood as it began filling my mouth from the cut on the inside of my cheek where my teeth had cut into it when he slapped me.

"I saw the credit card charges, did I say you could buy all that crap today? Did I even ask you to come with me tonight?" He had leaned over so his face was nose to nose with mine. "You need to remember to obey me!" He grabbed my neck with one hand and squeezed tightly. "You are mine. You think you can hide behind my own brother? Tell me Bella, are you fucking him?" His voice was eerily calm.

I knew from experience that meant things were about to get much worse.

"Has my wife been whoring herself out?"

I was gasping, trying to get air into my lungs as my eyes teared. He let go of my throat and straightened, stripping out of his clothing while he kept his eyes focused on me.

"I see now that I have to show you exactly who belong to, where your loyalties lay." He was now naked and leaning over me again, his hands prying my legs apart.

"Edward, please." I begged, wanting him to stop.

"That's right baby, beg me. Tell me how much you want me." He said through his teeth, nails digging into my thighs when I didn't answer him.

"I want you." I sobbed with defeat.

He let go on my thighs to pull down my pants and underwear in one motion. He was climbing over my body before I could even blink thrusting into me painfully.

I screamed out, crying harder as he slammed into me relentlessly.

"Say it, Isabella. Tell me you're mine." He grunted, pounding into my dry flesh with such force it felt like I was tearing.

"I'm yo-yours!" I screamed out giant sobs, praying he would be finished soon.

He brought his hand back to my neck as he kept up his punishing pace, squeezing till my airway was blocked. I gasped, trying to force air into my lungs which spurred him on; coming inside of me seconds later. He pulled out of me slowly while he lowered his lips to my ear, whispering menacingly.

"Don't you ever leave me Bella." His voice once more calm.

He got up from the bed and left me laying as I was. I watched as he picked up my discarded pants and cleaned himself off with them, climbed back into bed. Minutes passed till I heard his steady breathing, informing me he was asleep. I laid in the position he had left me in. My legs apart, fists clutching the sheet at my sides, crying with silent sobs. It felt like hours till I finally managed to hobble my way to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw the dark hand print Edward had left on my face and opened my mouth to see the gash on the inside of my cheek. I lowered my eyes to my neck which was already showing dark bruises in the shape of his fingers. My hands ached from holding so tightly to the sheet on the bed. My thighs had small cuts from Edwards finger nails when he had pinched me, finger prints from prying my legs open. Turning on the shower, I stepped in without waiting for the water be get warm. Curled into a ball on the shower floor, letting the water wash over me.

Tomorrow is Saturday. I still had to make it through the weekend.