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Eyes, Look Your Last
Chapter 5

"Dad, Edward just called..." Bella stuttered into the mouthpiece, her fingers numb, her brain sluggish. She was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Bells, just calm down. Did he say where he was and if he's alright?" Charlie asked his daughter, trying to keep her calm.

Bella was taking short, quick breaths.

"Bella!" Charlie shouted to get her attention.

It worked ,as it shook her from her near panic attack. "What?"

"Where is he? Did he say? And did he say what was wrong with him?" Charlie questioned, going into police mode.

Bella felt the tears falling down her cheeks, and she worked to control her breathing. "N-no. He j-just said h-he'd had an-an accident –"

"Bella," Charlie interrupted, his voice laced with worry. "Please try to calm down. You're not helping anyone by getting this upset."

"I-I can't h-help it." She hiccuped.

"Did he say where he was?"

She nodded. "With some f-family named the C-Cullens. The dad is a d-doctor." She began to cry harder at the memory of the brief conversation.

Charlie paused. "Well, Bella, that's a good thing if he had a accident."

She sobbed even harder. "N-no! I of-offered to go g-get him and br-bring him h-home, and he s-said n-no," she wailed. "Why wouldn't he w-want to come h-home?"

He was silent for a moment. "I don't know, Bells, but it sure is strange. Let me see what I can find out about this Cullen fellow and I'll let you know."

Bella wiped her face on her sleeve. "O-okay," she hiccuped again. "I'm just s-scared he's being k-kept against his w-will, or these people h-have brainwashed him."

"I'm on it, Bells. Try not to worry about it too much right now, okay?"

She sniffed. "I'll try."

Bella sat bolt upright in her bed, pulling the thin sheets to her body. She could have sworn that she'd heard a noise. She listened for a moment and then heard nothing. She shook her head. It seemed as though every hour she would awaken, thinking there was someone in the house. Perhaps it was her head messing with her, telling her that she should not be sleeping - she should be out looking for Edward.

Bella climbed out of bed and walked down the halls, carefully made her way down the stairs, and ambled into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she passed through the living room, she heard it again.

There is someone in my house! I'm alone and there is someone in here! In my kitchen! she thought, looking around quickly for something hard and preferably heavy. As the only daughter of the Chief of Police, Bella knew the good uses of household items, should one not be in possession of a baseball bat.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Her thoughts matched the rapid beating of her terrified heart. Bella flattened herself against the wall and closed her eyes. She wondered if she could get back to the stairs and up to her room without being noticed... Then, she could get to her phone and call for help. The stairs seemed like a million miles away, however, and she was now standing just feet away from her intruder. He - or she - was just on the other side of the wall.

Bella braced herself and picked up a nearby long, white sculpture, holding it like a bat and slowly made her way around the corner.

There, right before her, standing and looking into the fridge, covered in mud and grass stains, in all his messy and dishevelled glory, was Edward.

Her weapon fell to the floor with a loud crash, and it broke into several pieces, as it hit the kitchen tiles.

Edward jumped out of his skin and dropped the carton of juice he was holding, flying around to face Bella.

Her eyes were wide, and one hand was clasped around her mouth.

"Bella," he moaned, slowly stalking towards her and not even bothering to close the refrigerator door.

"Edward... oh, my God, you're here," Bella cried out, stepping over the shattered mess of ceramic covering the floor. She almost fell into his hard body and clung desperately to him. She inhaled his scent, not caring that he could do with a bath. As well as sweat, dirt and other, perhaps quite unpleasant things one would come across in the forest, he was still... Edward.

"I'm here, baby. Oh, God, I'm so sorry."

"They let you go? Please tell me that they let you go."

Edward shook his head, wrapping his arms around Bella's petite frame and pressing his lips, hard, onto the top of her head, screwing his eyes shut. "I ran... Oh, Bella, it was so strange. You know, they are going to come looking for me. We don't have much time."

Bella pulled away and met his eyes. They were darker, almost black. She wondered what these Cullens had done to him. His face was bruised, and there were several cuts and scrapes that had started to heal. His usually tousled hair was plastered to his forehead. "We can leave... we can do anything. I-I'll call Charlie, and he will know what to do."

Edward quickly pulled Bella back into his arms, holding her as tightly as he could. She wrapped her arms around his torso.

"Oh, God, Bella," Edward muttered, as he reached his hand down and tilted her chin upwards. "I missed you so much, and I am so sorry." He kissed her, softly at first, his hands cupping her cheeks. She returned his kisses tenderly as tears ran down her cheeks.

Out of breath, Bella pulled away from him and wiped her face. "Please, don't ever leave me again. Edward, I thought you were in danger... these people you were with, I thought that they were going to kill you."

Edward nodded, pulling her to him once again, his fingers moving up and down. He loved how she relaxed into his touch and how responsive she was. Bella closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, leaning back into Edward.

"I'll never leave you again," he promised her as he leaned in, once again capturing her lips. This kiss was harder than the first, more intense and full of need and desire. Bella parted her lips for him and melted into his touch. She moaned gently, as she felt him slide the tip of his warm tongue across her lower lip. She fell deeper into him and their tongues met, slipping together in synchronization. Bella's hands soon made their way into Edward's tangled hair. She marvelled at the fact that even though he was so filthy, his hair was always so soft beneath her fingers.

Bella deepened the kiss further and allowed him to lift her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, closing the gap between them. Edwards hands moved around and cupped her bottom, kneading the flesh there so hard, it caused Bella to cry out.

"Sorry, baby," Edward muttered before pressing kisses all along her neck and collarbone.

"Don't be," she whispered, her voice husky. "It's good... Oh, Edward, I missed your touch so much. I need you." She pulled at his torn jacket, pushing it down his arms. Edward shrugged it to the floor and kicked it out of the way. He stepped forward and pressed Bella's back against the kitchen door frame; the hard wood dug into her back, but she didn't care. All Bella wanted was to be as close to Edward as she could. She wanted to feel all of him.

She arched her back as she felt him thrust his hips into her, his arousal evident. She untangled her hands from his hair and pulled at his t-shirt, tugging at it. Edward raised one arm at a time, still keeping a hold on her, and allowed her to pull it over his head.

He pushed her harder against the wall, pinning her there with his pelvis, his hands playing with the hem of his hoodie. "You don't know how sexy you look in my clothes, baby, but it's got to go." He pulled it off her small body and tossed it across the kitchen. His eyes raked over her naked chest, taking in the sight of her perfect, milky breasts. "Mmmmm, much better." He grinned, as he lifted her up further and took a succulent nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive peak, causing her to pucker under his touch.

Bella allowed her hands to roam over his chest. The light was so dim in the kitchen, the only thing illuminating them was the bright, white light of the fridge. Bella could just about make out colorful bruises and grazes over his torso. "Are you okay?" she asked him, her voice full of concern. Edward's lips never left her chest ,as he swapped from one breast to the other. She felt him nod as he carried on his perfect ministrations.

Bella managed to snake her hands further between them and reached for the button of his jeans. It was odd, Edward would always usually wear a belt. She popped the button open and pulled at his zipper, surprised when she found that beneath the rough texture of the denim... there was nothing between it and Edward. The black cotton boxer briefs where nowhere to be seen. What did they do to you? Where are your clothes? she thought. A million horrible thoughts ran through her mind.

Edward removed one hand from Bella and leaned it against the wall, as he kicked off his shoes and socks. Bella then helped him shimmy his jeans off his hips. They pooled at the floor around his feet before he kicked them off.

His attention once again moved to Bella's chest, sucking, licking, twisting and pulling at her heated flesh. She moved her hips against his rhythmically. She circled her hips against him, desperately trying to search out some much needed friction. The thick material of her sweatpants, blocking their connection, was starting to frustrate her.

"Pants... Edward," she breathed, as she loosened her legs from around him. He allowed her to slide to the floor. His hand moved to her hips, and he ran his long fingers along the waistband, tickling her stomach, before he slipped his fingers under the elastic and slowly eased them away from her. He pushed her pants to the floor. She grinned up at him when he saw the look of lust in his still-dark eyes - when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties. She had gone to bed alone, fully dressed in his clothes, while wearing no underwear. She watched as he shuddered.

His hand moved down and caressed her cheek, and then her neck, followed by her shoulder. Bella shivered, as his calloused index finger traced the outline of her breast... her ribs ...and hip. Then, all of a sudden, he dipped his hand between her thighs and between her bare lips. She was dripping wet with need for him and cried out loudly when he pressed a finger into her folds, coating himself with her desire.

"Oh Bella," he groaned. "you're so... you're so ready."

She nodded and kissed his neck, lapping gently at his skin while she thrust her hips into his hand, wanting and needing him closer to her.

"Only for you, it's only ever for you, Edward. Please. I can't wait any longer, I need to feel you. Right now."

Edward didn't need to be told twice. He needed her just as much as she wanted and needed him. He picked her up and pulled her close, peppering kisses all along her face as he manoeuvred them across the kitchen and to the breakfast bar. There was no time to climb the stairs.

He sat her on the edge of the counter top. Bella was surprised they'd never thought of it before - it was the perfect height. He kissed her softly and, without warning, he dove into her, burying himself into her heat in one, smooth thrust. They both cried out in unison. "Fuck... oh, Bella," Edward cursed as he began to move slowly out, and then pushed back into her, right to his hilt.

Even though it had just been days since they had been together, for Bella, it felt as though it had been a lifetime. She felt her body start to spasm around him after just a few thrusts. She tightened her whole body around him, and laid back on the counter, pulling him with her as far as she could. She arched her back and raised her hips to him, meeting his movements.

"I'm not going to last long," she warned him, as she felt that familiar tightening sensation in her stomach as she began to tumble towards her climax. Edward nodded and grunted in response, beginning to thrust harder, his hands digging into her hips. She was certain she'd see the imprints of his fingers the next day.

Their eyes locked as they approached their orgasms. Edward first; he tensed as he exploded inside of her, pulsing his seed deep within her body. Bella followed only seconds after, clenching around his penis, milking him as she climaxed around him, her whole body shaking as she arched her back. She moved her hands to her breasts and pulled and tugged at her nipples as she rode it out.

Edward collapsed onto her, his hands at either side of her head, framing her face. He kissed her softly, sweetly, and then rested his forehead against hers .

"I love you, so much," he whispered, his breath washing over her face. Bella studied his eyes once again. They were still black.

Bella awoke, rubbing her eyes and smiling to herself. She rolled over and leaned into Edward, wanting to spoon with him, but she was met with nothing. Just bare, cold sheets. His pillow was on the floor on her other side.

"Edward?" she called out, hoping that he was just taking a shower and had not disappeared again. She heard nothing from the bathroom, and the hallway was dark . Bella looked over at her alarm clock. It read eleven-seventeen.

Bella threw the covers back and opened the bathroom door. Nothing. She walked out into the hallway which was dark. She wandered down to the kitchen, hoping to find him still there, but her stomach dropped when she saw the white ceramic statue standing in its regular place. "Edward?"

The kitchen was dark.

It had all been a dream. Edward wasn't home at all.

Bella felt the tears prick at her eyes and devastation overcome her once again.

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