You guys are going to find out how they first met in this chapter.

I hope you like it :)

Sometimes I stare at my beautiful Bella and wonder what my life would have been if I had never met her. She brings so much joy and happiness to my life, and before her I was merely existing and going through the motions.

Thank God I was on patrol that night…

Six Years Ago

It is late, and the street is dimly lit with badly placed street lamps. I have been on patrol for three hours already, and haven't even had to get out of my car.

Tonight is going to be slow.

Seconds after that thought crosses my mind, I look to my right and see a group of about five men all circled around something. I look closer and see that it's not something- it's someone, a young woman from the looks of it. Being that it's past midnight, I get suspicious and pull my car over to the side of the street, stepping out with my hand placed over my gun.

The men stop what they're doing once they notice me, and they part, revealing a visibly upset woman, with her clothes torn to shreds, standing in almost only her bra and panties, with her face littered with tears. I immediately feel rage bubbling up inside me. This little girl looks to be no older than sixteen, and these men were assumedly trying to gang rape her. Trying to push back the rage- it's not good to let emotion cloud your judgment, I take control of the situation.

"What's going on here, gentleman?" I seethe keeping my eyes on all of them through my peripherals, staring at the beautifully tattered girl in front of me.

The leader of the pack decides to speak up. "We were just talking."

I scoff. "Really? You were just talking? Then why the fuck are her clothes torn up?"

When I don't receive an answer, I call for backup, knowing that if I decide to arrest them all, they all won't fit in my car. I direct all of them to sit down on the curb, and keep them in my sight while I pull the young girl aside, so I can get her side of the story first.

I lead her around my car, giving us some distance from the men. She's still crying her eyes out, and I try to calm her down. I'm trying to remain professional, but seeing this little girl, who barely comes up to my chest, in tears and so exposed has me wanting to touch her and console her.

I touch her face to wipe some of her tears falling from her eyes, and she looks up at me for the first time.

"Thank you," she whispers through her tears.

I'm taken aback at how beautiful this little girl is. Her big brown eyes are as wide as the moon, and they're framed by the longest lashes, wet from her tears. Her heart shaped face and her full lips are so beautiful, and I feel my cock stirring after staring at her for too long.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," I say to her. I give her a few more moments to compose herself, while rubbing her shoulder. It may not be the most professional thing, but I can't let this little girl sit there and cry and not do anything about it. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Her breath stutters, and she subtly shivers, wrapping her arms around herself. God, how could I be so stupid?

I quickly open the trunk of my squad car and hand her one of my Seattle Police Department sweatshirts.

She gratefully accepts the sweatshirt. "Thank you, but you didn't need to do that," she says.

I smile down at her. "Of course I did. I can't let you freeze to death," I tell her, looking into her eyes. She looks down and blushes. Interesting.

Sweet Jesus, she looks good in my sweatshirt. It's so big on her and she had to roll the sleeves up three or four times, but this is doing something to me.

I let her sit on the hood of my car, knowing it will provide her some extra warmth.

"Are you able to tell me what happened, baby?" I ask while standing in front of her. Fuck, did I just call her baby?

She blushes a beautiful shade of pink again and looks away from my eyes, down at the ground. "Umm, I'm not really sure where to start."

"Do you know these guys?" I ask.

"Yeah, I do. The one sitting nearest to us," she timidly jerks her head in the direction of the boys sitting on the curb, now being handled the backup I called for, "that's Jacob. He's my boyfriend…"

My heart sinks at hearing that she has a boyfriend and I feel anger starting to bubble up inside me. How the fuck could her boyfriend have done this to her- this sweet, innocent little girl?

"…Well, I guess he's my ex-boyfriend now," she finishes off, much to my pleasure.

"How did this all start?"

She starts wringing her hands together. "Umm, well, we kind of got into an argument about sex."

Adrenaline surges through me with the thought of my little girl having sex with that fuckwit over there. I try to push my emotions down, but I'm probably doing a horrible job.

Where the fuck did my little girl come from?

She glances up at my face, gaging my reaction. She then bites her lip and focuses on her hands in front of her.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I just don't like the thought of you, a young girl, having sex with that pig over there."

Her wide eyes meet mine. "Oh, no, we didn't have sex." Thank God. "He, um, he got mad because I won't have sex with him."

I sit down on the hood of the car next to her and her body automatically shifts towards mine. I smile internally.

"Maybe you should start from the beginning so I can get a better understanding."

"Okay." She takes a deep breath. "I moved in with him a couple of months ago after my mom died."

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for your loss," I say while moving my hand to rub her shoulder.

She looks up to my face and bites her full lip. "Thanks, but it's okay. She was a pretty bad mom and we weren't close. She was an alcoholic, always had been since my dad died when I was a four."

"You are so strong," I blurt out accidentally, not wanting to interrupt her, but she is truly amazing. Who would have ever thought this little girl had gone through so much?

She scoffs. "No, I'm not really." She shakes her head and continues. "Anyways, I moved in with Jake because I didn't have any relatives that w-wanted me," she starts crying again.

I want her.

Unfortunately, I can't tell her that. I glance over my shoulder to make sure that none of my guys are watching and wrap my arm around her shoulders, consoling her, and she leans into me, resting her head on my chest.

"We had only been dating for a month before I moved in. Today was actually our three month anniversary.

"He had been wanting me to have sex with him for a while now, but I just wasn't ready." She sighs and lifts her head up off my chest, wiping her tears away and looking into my eyes. "Tonight, he got really insistent. He tried pinning me to the bed and taking my pants off," that motherfucker is dead, "but I kicked him in the nuts and was able to run outside. Unfortunately, all his friends were lined up outside, probably waiting for him and come out and talk about our first fuck, I don't know.

"You got there a minute or so after they started ripping my clothes off," she says, looking deeply into my eyes. "You're an angel. You probably saved my life."

"You don't know how grateful I am that I was there to save you," I murmur truthfully, while looking back into her eyes.

There's something about her that just makes feel like I need to protect her. I need her to make sure that she knows that she's safe, and that I'm the one that will provide her that safety.

"It's going to be okay, sweetheart. I'm going to put them away for as long as I can," I tell her.

She smiles at me and squeezes my hand, dry tears all over her beautiful face. "Thank you so much, officer."

"Please, call me Edward."

She blushes and looks down. That is so fucking cute.

"Thank you, Edward." She bites her lip. "I'm Bella."

"Your name suits you very much so," I tell her while looking into her eyes.

She drops my gaze again, a mumbles a thank you.

And I will never tire of that blush.

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