Chapter Six

Okay so... this chapter was a lot more intense than I intended but I guess that's just one of the tricks of the trade.

P.S. I do not own Twilight... damn

"Hey. Ready to go?" The familiar voice rattled against my eardrum and permeated my brain leaving me with a small sense of vertigo as I attempted to make my way to his Volvo.

Once I regained my composure I gave an enthusiastic yes in reply and slid on a patch of ice falling butt first and hit the corner of the final step down my front walkway. Pain radiated all the way down to my thighs and up my back immediately notifying my tear ducts that I was in severe discomfort. Pools collected on my bottom lids and I fought hard to keep them from spilling on to my cheeks in front of Edward, who had run to my rescue and was now helping me up. Sadly, a single tear slipped out and trickled down my cheek and Edward grabbed either side of my face and looked in my eyes to assess the amount of pain I was in.

"Are you okay?" The truth is I was fine. I had taken enough falls to know how to take the pain, it's just that sometimes my eyes don't cooperate with my state of mind and decide to cry according to the situation. But he looked so concerned and his hands were warm against my face, softly rubbing away the liquid that had escaped my best efforts, and I didn't want it to stop. So I decided to keep him worried and the first thing that came to mind was to say:

"My butt hurts."

Epic.

Fail.

It's an overused phrase… but seriously, nothing else could so accurately describe that moment. Because right after I said that Edward burst into a fit of laughter and had to take a seat on the frozen concrete in an attempt (a failed attempt) to control his little explosion. When he had regained composure he stood up clutching his sore abdomen. "What's so funny?" I tried to frown as noticeably as possible.

"Nothing. It's just when you…" Relapse. "You were so serious." Re-relapse. "I'm sorry."

"Let's just go." I stomped to the car and slammed the door behind me as loud as possible.

The car was filled with silence, save the few chuckles that escaped Edward's lips as he drove. I must admit though, that he had reduced his speed significantly, and it was almost enjoyable. I slipped in and out of daydreams similar to the content of my dream last night. I would stare at a part of his body that caught my eye and become consumed with explicit thoughts about it. It was quite frightening actually. I hadn't ever had dreams about Jake this way… sure I had them about Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp, but never someone so real to me. At one point I was blushing so ferociously that Edward cut down the heat thinking I was getting too warm, which I was, in certain places.

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"So…" Thank God he is talking! "Jasper told me about yesterday afternoon." Goddamn it! Jasper is a fucking cunt-punter if he told Edward we kissed. No one wants second hand brother it's a total turn off.

"What about yesterday afternoon?"

"Just about where you two stand." What? Where do we stand? "You know… you guys are friends. I totally thought you two were a thing."

"He's not really my type." He snapped his head away from the road to look at me. His eyes were full of curiosity and possibly hope… I wasn't sure because generally I'm not so perceptive when it comes to men.

"What is your type?" His eyes flitted back to the road and he kept a firm watch as he waited for his answer. I wasn't sure whether he would get one or not. I had never really thought about my type… but if I could pick a type off of the top of my head I would say a guy who is just north of six feet, had silky bronze hair that just begs to be touched, boasted a crooked smile that sent pools of desire flooding from my core, and two emerald eyes that caused me to wake up in a cold sweat. I wished I could just get up the nerve to say Edward Cullen was my type… but I just couldn't. What if he didn't like me? He might even laugh and think I was joking.

"You know… the kind with the hair and those eyes and the arms that grab things…"

"Well… I hate to tell you… but you are just plain out of luck. Hair, eyes, and arms… Good luck finding such a well endowed man."

"Haha… you're funny."

"Yeah… I'd be sarcastic too if I had just fallen on my ass right in front of the house." He returned to the fit of laughter stage.

"I thought we were done with this."

"We were but it's just so fucking funny!" I was mad at first that he kept bringing up but then I realized that this was the most vocal and relaxed he has been around me… ever. It was nice to be around him when he wasn't so tightly wound.

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The day went according to plan. I shopped. Edward shopped. We bought stuff.

Separately.

I mean, he parked the car and was all, "Okay… I'll meet you back here at like 6:30." So I went to the best thrift store (information courtesy of a Gap worker), a cool record store I happened upon, then I hit up a movie store, grabbed some essentials at a Whole Foods and headed back to the car. Edward wasn't back yet so I sat on the hood of the car… and sat… and sat… and finally checked my phone to see that it was only 5:45. And I was sad.

"Well… hello there." A voice whispered against my ear… it was familiar but I couldn't place it and before I could turn my head to see my eyes were covered by a large pair of forceful hands. "Oh, Bella, don't tell me you don't remember? I told you I would be back." Fear tore through my body and I knew I needed to somehow find Edward before James raped me or whatever he had up his sleeve. "Really I'm hurt. Am I not memorable enough for you?" I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and blindly made my way to the contact list and typed in Edward on the keypad trying to be as subtle as possible so James wouldn't catch me. "Or do I have to be a Cullen to catch your particular eye." I hit the send button hoping to God that I had the right number, and held my phone open so that whoever was on the line could hear what was going on. "I don't know if I ever told you, but I'm a very good pretender. How's about I just keep my hands over your eyes and you can picture your precious little Cullen is fucking you."

I struggled as he pulled me towards his chest with one arm, leaving a hand on my face to cover my eyes. A few minutes later I was somewhere dark, probably an alley of some sort and James dropped me.

"Now be a good little girl and I won't hurt you too bad." He removed his shirt and tied it around my face, but not before I could gather my bearing and see where I was… I looked around me and glanced down at me phone to see if I had called Edward. I had, but I couldn't be sure if I was leaving a message or if he was on the line so I slowly held the phone up to my ear.

"Bella?" He huffed and panted and it sounded like he was running. "Bella? Answer me!"

I heard James chuckle. "Bella, Bella, Bella, now what do you think you're doing?" He snatched the phone out of my hand and spoke. "Now who might I be talking to?" I could hear Edward yelling as James knelt close; the heat from his breath crawling across my face. "Edward Cullen. How are you this fine evening?" More angry babble flooded from the receiver. "Well those aren't very nice things to say. I'm not sure I can hand over innocent little Bella Swan to someone with such a potty mouth. Don't you agree?" Edward spoke quietly and James laughed out loud. "Edward, you can trust me. I will get her home more or less safely… after." I distinctly heard a large 'After what?' boom from the cell phone. "Now Mr. Cullen, you don't share your sexual life with me and I don't share mine with you." At the word sexually something in my mind clicked. I filed my brain for everything Charlie had taught me in self defense and quickly began screaming what I had seen before James blinded me.

"Edward! Not far from your car! Alley! Two dumpsters! Grey brick building! Red brick building! Regions—" A sound like a gunshot filled my ears and the pain from my cheek followed. My jaw hung uselessly and I screamed out in pain. The bastard had slapped me clean across the face. "What the FUCK?" I began swatting at the air trying to make contact with any part of his body until he grabbed my wrists and twisted them away holding them against the wall above my head.

"Don't you know anything, Bella?" His lips ran across my face and parted as they traveled over my eyes and nose. "Bad girls get punished. Now shut up." I heard him flip the phone closed and his lips returned to my face, kissing the area he had slapped and burning my tender skin with the contact. I squealed and he growled like an animal. Apparently pain set him off and I was in for a long ride unless Edward got to me. James grabbed my jaw firmly and kissed me hard on the mouth and bit my lower lip, not in a cute way but in a painful way. I moaned against his lips and grabbed my hair causing me to scream in pain. He took that as an opportunity and jammed his tongue down my throat, causing me to gag and turn my face away.

Once I had a free moment I screamed at him. "What the hell are you doing?" He lifted me a little and then slammed me against the wall behind me. There must have been a large nail or something jutting out because it felt like something punctured my back in between my shoulder blades and I wailed full force wriggling like a drying fish. I could feel him getting closer and I whispered, "Please." He halted for a moment and then came at me once more biting my chin and sucking my lips. I felt his hands travel up the back of my shirt tearing it from my body and ripping off my bra as I began punching and slapping with my newly freed hands. He started kneading my breasts and biting the tiny peaks that had hardened in response to the cold air. My body deceived me as my panties began to dampen in response to his actions and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I became limp and burst into tears hoping he would find some sympathy in his heart and stop. I whimpered a bit to seal the deal and soon enough he threw me to the ground like a used piece of trash.

"You had to go and ruin it. Stupid bitch." I heard him stand up and tug at his pants. He removed the shirt from my eyes and pulled it back over his chest and gave me a good kick in the abdomen before he left me in the alley.

I'm not sure how much time passed before Edward came running by, nearly missing me because I was huddled in the dark.

"Bella!" He ran towards me and did that thing the guys always do in movies, like they don't know where to touch you or what to do. So I turned onto my back to give him better access to help me up. A tomato red blush ran over his face and he gently helped me stand up and guided my shoulders around his neck and I clung to him, burying my face in that safe space between his neck and collar bone. "Let's get you to the car." He tried to lift my legs but I shook my head and backed away.

"I can walk." Then I saw my shirt on the ground and looked back up at Edward whose eyes were so blatantly staring at my bare chest. I quickly shielded the naked area and slumped back down to the ground completely embarrassed. "Oh my God." I picked up my shirt with a free hand and assessed the damage. It was wet and grimy and ripped in a few places and I desperately tried to get it back on but Edward snatched it from my hands and threw it back on the ground. He grabbed me from my ass and hoisted me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. I caught on to the idea and wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him to shield my chest from innocent bystanders.

He carried me back to the car that way and they sat me in the backseat of his Volvo and handed me a random sweater out of one of my shopping bags he had found by the hood of the car where I was kidnapped. Once I was clothed he rested his surprisingly cool hand against the hot spot on my cheek where James had slapped me.

"It's probably going to bruise." He said as his gentle thumb drew circles across the skin erasing the pain. "Now what happened? Did he rape you?" I looked into his eyes and saw all of the hurt and concern and tears moistened my eyes once more.

I whispered a brief, "No," and leaned forward until my forehead met his chest and covered my face with my hands. He gently smoothed his hands up and down my back and rested his chin on my head and rocked back and forth gently.

We sat like that for a few minutes until my stomach began to make these horrible gurgling noises in protest of the lack of food. I hadn't really eaten since last night due to the extreme nervousness I felt thinking about today and Edward.

"Why don't we go get something to eat and then we can go see the police about this."

"Oh, we don't have to do that. I just got a little bruised up, nothing to worry the police about. Plus, this is a big city… they are too busy with homicides and actual rapes to deal with something as stupid as getting shaken up by an acquaintance." Something as rash as going to the police just made it seem more real to me. Like, if I kept this whole thing a secret it would be like it had never happened.

"We'll talk about this after we eat." He started the car and drove a few blocks down until we were parked in front of a quaint little Italian restaurant with little Chianti bottles hanging from the ceilings with fake grapes and ivy spilling from the spout. I loved it there because it wasn't a restaurant trying to be something else… like those other Italian places where everything is modern and white with wave patterns and the portions were the size of my palm… it knew what it was and it was okay with that.

The hostess seated us fairly quickly and it took no time for an unfortunate looking punk chick to sprint to the table to take out drink orders; well, sort of. I said I wanted a Diet Coke five times and all she could do was nod and eye rape Edward. Then when she returned she gave me water and gave Edward the Ice Tea he had ordered. So, when she took our food orders I made sure Edward clarified what I wanted and she stood for a moment before she left batting her eyes and sticking her mutant sized breasts practically in his face. Then sped off when she realized he wasn't at liberty to motorboat her tits.

"What is that?" I asked him in regards to his ability to melt girls vaginas with one look.

"What is what?" He squeezed his lemon into the tea.

"What you just did to the waitress." He shrugged and poured a packed of 'Sugar in the Raw' into his glass. "That dazzling thing you just did. It was like her brain combusted."

He laughed a little and then looked me straight in the eye, which was always a shock. It was like his eyes became greener every time I saw them. "I don't know what you are talking about." A few moments of silence passed and he spoke again. "You know, how can I answer your questions if you won't answer mine?"

"What do you mean?"

"You never told me what your type was." Yes I did.

"Yes I did."

"Not really. Now either you give me some answers or you are going to be a very ill informed girl." He smiled that simple little crooked smile and my stomach set on fire. I was about to give him an answer but I chickened out and the food came. Soon Edward asked for the check and we headed back to the car to prepare for a long ride home.

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About halfway through the ride home we were sitting listening to some overplayed John Mayer song and I took that opportunity to give him my reply.

"I like tall guys, because I'm on the short side." It was a good answer that was vague enough, yet specific enough. "What about you?" I asked expecting just as vague of an answer.

"I like fair skinned brunettes who are clumsy, on the short side, and completely adorable." I could have cried I was so happy. I just sat and stared at him letting him dazzle me and make me fall even harder than I already had.

"Damn… I had you till the last attribute." I was joking, but he turned to me with one of those hard, serious looks plastered across his face.

"You have no idea how intoxicating you are, do you?" He leaned over and switched the song to some sort of indie rock I had never heard before… then again I hadn't heard lots of songs before. I don't pride myself in my musical abilities. I listen to the basics and hope for the best.

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He parked outside my house and I was surprised to see Charlie's cruiser was missing. Then I recalled that he was taking the night shift tonight due to some kind of animal that had settled into the area and killed someone. I would have the house to myself tonight. Then the fear set in. I saw James face in every window as I looked up at my home. He knew where I lived and if he saw that Charlie wasn't home he would take that as an opportunity to strike again.

"Edward." I grabbed his arm as he helped me out of the Volvo. "Charlie won't be back tonight."

"Umm… Bella… I'm not really sure…" Wrong topic. I wish it was the right one, but not tonight.

"No… I'm scared." He wrapped his arm around me and I winced as the wound in my back radiated a bit.

"Come on." We went inside and up to my room.

I left him sitting on my bed and took a shower, careful to clean out all of the cuts and scrapes I had. Then I returned in some old soffees and a beat up Seahawks T-shirt Charlie had given me for Christmas when I was little. It was a bit snug now… but I was sure Edward wouldn't have a problem with that. Oh, hell, I was asking to be fucked. I needed to be fucked. After the afternoon I had I deserved to be fucked. When I went back to my room Edward had found the first aid kit and was searching through it. When he looked up his eyes widened a bit, but he looked away before I could even lick my lips in a seductive manner.

"Hey… I should probably help you with your scrapes and stuff." I walked over to the bed and let him rub hydrogen peroxide on my hands and wrists where they had scraped against the brick. I hissed as he glided over the wounds and he blew on them to try and take some of the pain away. My breath hitched audibly and he looked up at me.

"That kinda kills." I laughed trying to take away some of the sexual tension in the room.

"I think I can help you out there." He took a silver flask out of his back pocket and unscrewed the top, handing it over to me. Now, I had had alcohol many times before; I'd even been a little tipsy before so I knew my limits. So, I grabbed the flask from his hand and took a big swig and chocked back the bitter liquid.

"What is that?" I gasped trying to steady my breath.

"Whiskey." He smirked and took a swig himself, wincing only slightly afterwards. The stuff must have been pretty strong because I was already feeling a little warm and delicious in my stomach. I took a couple more swigs and Edward did the same. Every time the liquid tasted better and by the time I couldn't taste it at all I knew I was drunk. I laid back on the pillows for a moment and pain shot across my spine and I sat back up. "What's wrong?" Edward slurred slightly but I could tell he wasn't as bad off as I was.

"My back." I giggled and then turned over when Edward motioned me to. He lifted my shirt up in the back and ran his hand across the tender skin.

"Holy shit! It looks like someone shot you or something."

"What!" I wailed and he laughed a little bit.

"I'm just kidding. It looks like you backed into a nail." I remembered vaguely when James shoved me against the brick wall and I felt it hit me. "Take you shirt off."

"Listen mister!" I waved a finger in his face and continued. "Just because I'm a little drunk doesn't mean I'm that kind of girl!" He laughed and took a long drink from the flask and offered it to me. I waved it away responsibly.

"I mean so I can clean it. Come on, what kind of guy do you think I am?"

"Well you already told me I'm your type… So… I'm skeptical."

"True… you are. And I'm freakishly tall so I'm your type."

"Yes." I don't know what came over me but I took off my shirt and sat there in all of my glory… staring at him. "So?"

"Lay on your stomach." He started rubbing hydrogen peroxide and I swear even through my drunken fog it felt like a razor tearing at my skin. I whimpered a bit and he did the think where he blew cool air against it and the whimper turned into an otherworldly moan. We both stopped breathing and stayed still. Then he took some gauze and taped it across the affected area and I put my shirt back on as quickly as possible. He took another swig and I again declined.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"That noise."

"You shouldn't be sorry… it was really hot." He gave a goofy laugh and I realized he was in the same boat as me. Drunk.

After coming to that realization I took one of his hands and rubbed it against my good cheek. His fingers found my mouth and grazed my teeth and I parted them and licked his finger tips. He quickly brought his hand back and stared at me.

"Don't."

"Why?" I whined. I had been chronically horny for over a week and it was high time I had my V-card swiped.

"I can't."

"Yes you can! It's easy! I've seen it on TV all the time. Just kiss me." I could see him slowly caving as his body approached mine. He stopped just a half of an inch away from my lips and I tried to meet him halfway but he backed off. Steadying himself with my shoulders he leaned forward once more and our foreheads touched; then our noses; and finally our lips met softly, just barely pulsing against each other. That's all it took and I was done. His lips were airy and soft and tasted musky from the whiskey and slightly orange from an unknown source, and it was delicious. Before I knew it we were attacking in some sort of primal foreplay biting and sucking. I must say I enjoyed the sucking much better when my life wasn't in danger. I raked my nails across his back as he bit the tender flesh behind my ear and I knew that I had to have soaked through to my shorts by now. I grazed the heated area across his thigh as we sat up on our knees and he suddenly threw me back onto the pillows grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist so I could feel his hardness against my aching core. He slid the shorts down my legs and threw them aside and pressed against me once more sending me into sudden convulsions of pleasure. My hips were bucking as he unbuttoned his pants and clumsily pulled them off. The only barrier left was our underwear and I couldn't wait much longer. He spread out on top of me and slammed his lips against my mouth almost ferociously and kissed up and down my neck like James had only hours before and suddenly he hit the tender spot on my cheek. I screamed out of shock and he jumped off of the bed and quickly put his pants back on.

"It's fine. It just scared me a little bit." I tried to coax him back but he just turned away and headed for the door. I couldn't let him go, even if we weren't going to go any further. I still wanted him near me. Now that I had him I couldn't be without him. "Don't leave."

"Bella, I can't. I hurt you." He turned and reached for the door once more and I leapt up and threw my arms around him.

"I promise… no more. But please don't leave." He turned and led me bed, pulled back the covers and tucked me in. Then he grabbed up his shirt and put it back on and went to sit in the rocking chair in the other corner of my room. I tried to sleep for a while, but I could feel his presence and the fact that it was out of reach was killing me. I turned over to look and him and was surprised to see him staring at me.

"I have a confession to make." He smiled a little glanced up at me through drowsy eyes. "This rocking chair is really uncomfortable." I giggled a little and lifted up the comforter to let him in.

He timidly crawled in and settled down completely flat backed staring up at the ceiling. At first I thought he was just nervous and didn't want to take up any of my room, but he never moved and his eyes began to flutter closed. So, I settled in myself, but I still wasn't close enough. The heat from his body teased me under the sheets and I finally left my better judgment and settled my head onto his chest and let his racing heartbeat lull me to sleep.

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He was laying over me, tearing apart my silken nightgown as he growled into the perfect waves of my chocolate brown hair. Once I was bare he separated my legs and plunged deep and hard into my seeping wetness. Every time he shoved his hard cock into me I felt whole and begged for more, moaning his name as he satisfied my every need. I tore into the skin of his back and he let out a animalistic growl and leaned over to bite into my hardened breasts and licked back up to my ear and whispered in a gravely voice that reeked of sex, "Come with me." I let out a long, loud moan, shutting my eyes tightly, as he yelled out a few drawn out 'Fuck's and I rode out my orgasm as his sweet nectar filled my core.

"Bella?" I opened my eyes and saw the reality Edward above me shaking me awake.

"What? What time is it?" I looked at the clock and saw that I had only been asleep for about twenty minutes.

"You were like… screaming or something." Shit! He had heard me dreaming about him. My face mutated and blush filled every crevice, heating the spots where it traveled. My mind reeled. What would he think of me? Did he know what kind of dream it was? I couldn't tell by the look on his face. He was just looking at me with some kind of odd doe eyes and I couldn't read the expression.

"Well, I've always talked in my sleep, so it's no big deal." His face flushed a little as I turned over and buried my embarassed face into the crook of his shoulder and I could only imagine that he knew exactly what was going on.

"Goodnight." He whispered in my ear and I replied a muffled 'night' from the folds of his shirt.

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At around 6:30 my alarm went off and I woke up stiff and achy. I looked over to see that Edward had left... probably through the window which was now ajar and another branch lay at the base of its trunk.

I walked to the shower as per usual and took one look in the mirror and burst into tears. The entirety of my left cheek was covered with a gruesome bright red and slightly purple bruise in the loose form of a hand. If I was any normal girl I could slap some foundation on it and call it a day... but stupid ass Bella Swan only wears mascara and some eyeshadow of the off day that I go somewhere nice. I did find some light powder and it helped distort the shape a little bit, but not much, it was still very nocticeable that I had been hit.

I would most likely see James lurking at school.

He would get satisfaction that I was marked.

He would come again.

Dun Dun Duuuuuuunnnn. Not really. But seriously... how would you feel if you had to go to school with a large slap mark across your face?