So Cold

Part VI

Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley

Rating: PG-13 for this part, NC-17 overall

Pairing/s: Edward/Bella

Category: Angst/Drama

Spoilers: Twilight

Warnings: Rape/Non-con

Summary: While the Cullen's are away Bella takes a trip down to Port Angeles and runs into someone she never wanted to see again.

A/N: I don't know if I'll be able to give you guys an update tomorrow, I have a baby shower that I have to go to. If I do, it won't be until late. I might give you another one tonight though, we'll see how fast I can write the next part.

I didn't feel the full extent of the pain I was in until morning. I slowly drifted to consciousness in Edward's arms, my head was pounding and the stinging between my legs caused me to cry out softly. I couldn't move. My entire body felt like it weighed a ton.

"Bella?" Edward asked softly, anxiously. "Are you alright?"

"It hurts," I cried; my throat was raw and dry, and it was hard to form the words.

"I'll get Carlisle," he said and slipped off the bed. I didn't have to wait very long, he returned seconds later.

"How are you feeling Bella?" Carlisle asked as he sat down the bed next to me.

"I have a headache," I replied quietly, looking away and flinching slightly when he injected a painkiller into my arm. "I banged it against the wall." I didn't want to explain exactly how it happened.

Carlisle's cool fingers parted my hair and gently prodded at my scalp. I whimpered; I could feel the lump. "Nothing to worry about," he informed me after a few seconds. "Probably feels a lot worse than what it really is."

"Here you are, dear." I looked up as Esme entered the room. She handed Carlisle a glass of water before sitting down beside Edward.

"Bella," she whispered, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "I'm so sorry." I didn't know what to do, in truth in I wanted to cry, but I wasn't sure if I could.

Esme gripped my hand before sliding off the bed. "Thank you Esme," I replied, it was the best I could do.



She smiled, sorrow filling her face. "I love you Bella, know that. We all love you." She laid her hand briefly on Carlisle's shoulder. "I'm glad Carlisle was here to take care of you, I don't want to think about what would've happened if he had gone with us."

Carlisle smiled. "So am I." She leaned over and kissed him briefly before slipping out of the room. "Bella," Carlisle turned to me once the door shut with a soft click. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small white box. "I want you to take these." He passed me the cup of water that Esme had brought and then two pills.

I stared at them. "What are they?" I asked quietly.

"It's the morning after pill," Carlisle replied gently.

I nodded, and took them. The cool water felt good going down my burning throat. "Thank you," I whispered. I was truly grateful, I didn't want to become pregnant and then go through an abortion. That would be much worse than this.

He smiled. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked.

I hesitated; the stinging between my legs was still there, although it didn't hurt as much as before, it was still incredibly uncomfortable. "The stitches..." I looked away. "They burn."

"Yes," Carlisle said, "I'm sorry, but it's normal. The only thing I can do is wait for the Demerol I just gave you to ware off and then give you Morphine so that you can sleep through it."

As much as I would like to sleep through most of it, I shook my head. "Its okay, Carlisle," I said. I'd deal with the pain, somehow I felt like I deserved it.

He nodded. "Let me know if you change your mind Bella," he said before moving away and out the door.

I sighed, turning to Edward. "It'll be alright love," he murmured taking my face in his hands. His thumb ran across my dry lips. I remembered something then, and my mind flashed back to that horrible ordeal. Edward would not attempt kissing me as he once did. I needed to know, needed to make sure that my mind had lied to me. I looked desperately into his golden eyes, my hand threading into his hair. "What?" Edward whispered.

"Kiss me," I whispered, barely audible.

His gaze turned wary immediately, but he didn't pull away. Edward leaned in slowly, turning his head slightly, and his cool lips pressed against mine. It took me a moment before I could respond and then I was kissing him with everything inside of me.

I pulled back as a sudden pain stabbed at me. I couldn't stop the tears from falling, the sobs from ripping through me. Edward loved me, he really loved me. Even though I was filthy, dirty from another man.

"Bella? Love?" Edward's angelic voice was anxious, pained. "What's wrong?"

Through my tears, I looked up into his beautiful, worried eyes. "You love me," I muttered.

"What?" He seemed confused.

"You love me," I repeated in a whisper. "You love me, even after what happened to me."

"Oh Bella," he said as he pulled me to his chest. I clung to him desperately. "Of course I still love you. Did you think I wouldn't?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't," I cried, my words muffled by his shirt. "I was afraid you would hate me because I'm covered in filth, I was afraid that you wouldn't want me anymore."

His hand went to my cheek and he forced my head back. His gaze was hard and sincere, "don't you ever think that Bella. Ever. You are not dirty; you're the purest thing in this world. And I have and always will want you." He lips met mine again, this time they were urgent and desperate.

When Edward pulled away after a few seconds he kissed away the tears that still poured down my cheeks. I clutched him tightly as I continued to cry.