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Bella's POV
"Edward and Bella Cullen," Edward says. "We have an appointment to discuss the incident concerning James Peterson and Bella Cullen."
And soon we are sitting in a white room, at a desk across from a police woman. It is a good thing it is a woman and not a man. I am shaking uncontrollably, and the questions have not even started yet. Edward grips my hand.
"OK then," says the police woman lightly. "Let us just get started then. All questions will be asked towards Bella Cullen regarding the incident of attempted rape by the accused, "James Peterson." She looks at Edward. "And you are the husband, Edward Cullen?"
He nods. "Yes."
"You are not allowed to speak. There is an interview for you tomorrow, but you are not permitted to say one word during hers, alright? The only reason I'm allowing you in the room is because of the rape situation. I know women need as much support as they can get in this kind of predicament.
"Let's start with you telling me your version of what happened," she says to me.
"Excuse me?" I snap. "My version? There is only one version.-" Did she dare think i was lying about this?
Edward shoots me a look, telling me to calm down.
"Fine," I hiss. And the fear hits me as I realize I have to talk about it. "I was taking a shower. When I came out, I-I heard a thump and a noise of footsteps. I c-called out to see if it was E-Edward but no one responded so I-"
"Where was Mr. Cullen at this time?" interrupts the woman, taking notes frantically.
"Going to get us dinner." After a deep breath, I countinue. "After that there was a few more thumps, and I. . .I y-yelled his name again-"
"Whose name? Mr. Cullens?"
I nod. " I yelled Edward's name." I pause, swallowing. "And then I f-felt a knife at my throat. And he said 'Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not Edward'.
"Those exact words?"
I nod. Edward squeezes my hand.
" He started recording a camera, he held it up in front of my face. Then I asked him what he wanted. . .and. . ." I breathe deeply again. "And. . .And I asked him what he wanted. . ." I can't seem to get out the next sentence.
The woman seems to be getting impatient. "I have three more cases after this, Miss. Get on with it."
Edward's eyes enlarge with anger. "She was raped for god sake! Do you think this is easy for her?"
The woman's eyes flash with annoyance. "If you cannot restrain yourself from speaking, Mr. Cullen, we will have you removed from the room."
"I can't." James terrifying words, his hands on my body, the memories flash through my head. Tears start. "I'm sorry, I just need a break for a minute."
Edward's POV
I take Bella out of the questioning room for a while.
"Take me home. I'm done with this crap," she demands, trying to replace her fear with anger.
"Bella." I sit down next to her and take her hand in mine."I know you're scared. But running away from this isn't the solution."
"Your not my mother," she snaps, snatching her hand back. "Just take me back."
I sigh. "No."
She glares at me.
"If you don't speak to them, James will not be convicted. He could try to hurt you again-"
"I don't care!" she yells. "I demand that you take me home, I have the right to-"
"I have the rights to my own car, and my personal choice whether to take you back or not," I say curtly.
"Fine. Do what you want Edward, I really couldn't care less. But I'm leaving." She snatches her jacket from my hands and starts to storm out the door.
I rush up to her, grabbing her by the arm. "Bella, wait." I entwine my fingers in hers. "Please don't walk away from this, please. I know it's very hard, and I'm so so sorry." I kiss her hand. "But please try to do this. For me. I can't stand to see him just get away with this. And I won't be able to take it if he hurts you again."
She looks at me for a long time. Then, "Fine." She dumps her jacket back in my arms angrily. "Let's get this over with, then."
"I asked him what he wanted and h-he. . .he said. . .can I write it down?" she asks with a whisper.
The officer nods and slides her a pen and 's fingers shake as she writes,
"You are looking pretty sexy right now. My original plan was to record you being tortured and show it to Edward. But maybe I can add something in for some spice. Edward won't be back for about forty minutes. We have a lot of time together don't we sexy"
My hands clench at my sides. Bella presses closer to me, burying her face in my chest.
"We need to know the rest of the story, miss," says the officer.
"He tied my hands. And my feet," she whispers. Tears are flowing freely now. "And he pushed me against the fridge." A sob escapes her. My heart twists. She doesn't deserve this, no one deserves this. No one.
"He pulled my shirt off. And kissed me everywhere." Another sob chokes out. "He took my bra off. And he told me to tell Edward how much I hate it. He kept saying that." Her hand squeezes mine so hard. "I pushed him away and shoved my shirt back on. He grabbed my arm
and. . .twisted it, broke it. Then he dragged a knife down that arm." She cries more. "He tied a gag around my mouth and left."
"Thank you," the officer says. "Can you remember anything from the part when found you and took you to the hospital?"
"A little bit. . . a lot of it was fuzzy. But I tried to tell him about the video. I tried to tell him about the camera. And he found it and he watched it."
Finally the woman turns to me. "Where is the camera now, Mr. Cullen?"
"I don't know. I suspect James stole it while I was taking Bella to the hospital."
She stands up, so Bella and I do. She shakes both of our hands. "Thank you for your contribution. We will continue this case as smoothly and affectively as we can."
