Chapter Five

When I awoke again it was to the sound of the door opening. I sat bolt upright in bed, and then sighed heavily as I realised it was only Rose entering. Taking a look at the window I figured it must be her little wake-up call I get nearly every morning.

"Bells! How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?" she questioned as she walked over to me. My face flushed and I flinched as images of my rather erotic sex dream with Edward flashed through my mind.

"Fine Rosie." I answered tightly attempting to overlook the subject.

"Mr Ainsworth wants to see you in few minutes." Rose spoke as she opened the curtains. I drew in a sharp breath. Well, hopefully this meant I was getting my transfer. I was still staring blankly at the wall when I noticed Rose about to leave.

"Rose! Just a minute" I called out.

She turned around with a smile. "Yes Bells?" I licked my dry lips my mind as suspicious as ever and desperate to know what I was about to ask, "Has my medication schedule been altered or changed in any way?"

Rose frowned, clearly confused "No why would that be? You don't need much medication anyway Bells. As far as I know it hasn't been changed."

With that she left the room and I leaned back against the pillows my mind reeling.

'What the hell was in that pink pill?' I pondered. In some sick way I was desperate to think of anything other than my dream last night. I mean It just felt so... real. But how could a dream feel like that? I could almost still feel Edward inside of me, still feel his cool breath against my neck, his fingertips on my nipples... I shuddered and then quickly shoved away the blanket. At any rate I would end up spending the day lying in bed and dreaming of Dr Cullen.

God I needed to see Ainsworth before I go mad.

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I tried to smile convincingly at Ainsworth as I folded my hands in my lap.

"Is the transfer in effect Mr Ainsworth?" I asked.

He seemed to draw in a breath then slowly pulled off his glasses. He looked up at me and the look in his eyes made me freeze and somehow I knew exactly what his answer was going to be.

"I'm afraid your request has been denied Ms Swan." he answered simply. "Wh... What? Why!?" I asked in disbelief my tone bordering on hysterical, I knew it was coming but hearing it out loud felt like a ton of bricks smashing on top of me.

Ainsworth sighed and began to wipe his glasses absently on his shirt sleeve. "Are you aware that lately the Sunnydale Rehab centre was bought by a family who lived out in the states?" I nodded briefly not really understanding where this was going... "The Cullen family was the family that bought it. Therefore, currently their son Dr Cullen is for the most part the owner of this entire centre and all its staff and patients." Ainsworth smiled thinly.

I felt like my heart had just been submerged in ice. 'Edward Cullen owns this place?' I thought numbly. I didn't need to argue with Ainsworth anymore. I knew it was pointless as there was nothing that he could do, not now. I felt almost like I was in a trance as I walked back to my room and changed. How the hell was I going to face Edward after that dream? It also suddenly occurred to me now that if I pissed Dr Cullen off, there could be serious ramifications for me to face...

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"How are you doing today Isabella?" Dr Cullen's voice was smooth, soft and as hypnotizing as ever. I answered without looking up at him. "I'm doing fine Dr Cullen." I spoke stiffly desperate to not look at his face.

I couldn't stand the thought of looking at his face... into his eyes where he would surely be able to read my mind... "How did you sleep?" he asked casually.

God, this had to be the last straw...my head snapped up "What the hell did you give me? Huh?" I glared at him. Maybe At least if I was angry I could find a way to vent my frustrations rather than succumbing to the nearly irresistible desire to crawl onto his lap and kiss those soft lips of his...

He stared at me briefly and I could have sworn his eyes were full of desire but seconds later it was gone and now he looked amused. "What did I give you? I'm really not following you here Miss Swan." I gritted my teeth and finally looked up at him properly.

"That pink pill. What was it?" I asked testily. Really at the end of the day I was looking for anything to blame my 'Edward' dream on... He laughed softly the sound sending shudders of desire through me. "It was simply a relaxant Isabella. Why are you always so suspicious?" I sighed heavily and looked away.

"If I hadn't been so fucking suspicious my whole life I wouldn't be sitting here. I would be buried six feet under." I muttered darkly as I thought about my useless mother.

I heard him get up and slowly walk around the desk to where I was sitting. Before I even knew what was happening, he had perched himself on the edge of the desk near me his white lab coat brushing against my knee. My breath hitched in my throat at his closeness and I couldn't help but wonder how he managed to make that white standard issue doctor's coat look so incredibly hot and sexy.

I finally looked up at him, expecting him to be looking at me with pity filled eyes but instead I was in for a surprise. His gorgeous eyes were filled with a strange mixture of emotions; sadness, pain and dare I even say... understanding?

"It was hard growing up without your father wasn't it." he asked softly and for once it didn't feel like he was baiting me and trying to examine me. It didn't even feel like he was trying to annoy me.

I sighed heavily and looked away. "Yes. It was." I whispered shocked at how I was revealing myself to him like this. He shifted slightly closer and without warning reached down and took my hand. My head whipped up and I stared at him in shock.

"Bella... I want you to understand... That there is life after you leave this centre." he paused briefly and as my eyes met his I was stunned at the open honesty I saw in his eyes. "The crimes you committed... if I knew everything I could get you out of here" he leaned closer and I barely swallowed a gasp as his knee brushed against mine "All you need to do is talk to me. Tell me everything. Let me in..." he breathed the last part of his sentence and I shuddered.

Oh I would be happy to let him in. More like thrilled... but definitely not into my mind. I was thinking more along the physical lines of my anatomy... "What makes you think I want to ever leave?" I asked him. It was a stupid question, I know, but I was just so desperate to break this intense hold he had over me.

"Everyone wants to get out. Even if they might not admit...even to themselves." Edward replied simply.

My eyes flashed, as white hot rage filtered through me. "I would sooner die than go back home to my mother." I hissed. Oh God. There I had gone again. I revealed another personal aspect of myself to him.

Dammit! I really need to stop looking into his eyes.

"I'm sure a woman like you can certainly make her way on her own. You wouldn't have to go back home to your mother." Dr Cullen answered.

'Like it's that easy.' I thought bitterly, but managed, just barely managed to keep my thoughts to myself. He shifted and then stood up and walked over to his side of the desk.

"Our time is up. You may leave." he said flashing me a smile and for one bare moment I couldn't help but just stare openly at him. God, he was so handsome. Shaking myself internally, I stood and made my way to the door.

"Oh and Bella before you go..." he called out and I stopped looking up at him expectantly.

"I expect you here tomorrow. Same time and... I expect you to be willing to discuss the murder of Robert Mahone." Robert Mahone. My blood froze and I barely managed a nod before fleeing the room. Oh My God. I felt like I was going to suffocate. I ran and ran till eventually I stopped outside a closed office door. I leaned down gasping for breath, tears pouring down my cheeks. I could not and would not ever talk about Robert Mahone. Never.