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Dear Readers:

I know what you are thinking, two up-dates in one week! Well you can thank my awesome Beta (Lexington Rose) for getting the editing done fast so that these may be presentable.

Also thank you so much for all of you that reviewed and put this on alert. You have no idea how amazing it is to log onto your e-mail and see so many reviews. So thank you again.

Now, about the Edward Point of View I am a little, okay a lot, scared to put it out there. The reason being is because I feel like all you readers are so excited for it that once you read it, it won't be all that you expected it to be. So with that said I just want to give you fair warning.

Yes, it will answer some questions.

No, it will not answer all of your questions.

Yes, you will still be confused about all that Officer Cullen is.

With that said here is your Edward Point of View!

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Edward's Point of View:

Just breathe.

Think calming thoughts.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Steady calming breaths.

Don't let her get into your head.

Control your thoughts Cullen.

Everything will be okay in the end.

She will not win.

Two weeks and then I am freed of her.

Isabella Swan would not win.

Those were the constant thoughts I was forcing to run on over and over through my mind every minute that I was in that police cruiser with Isabella Swan.

She is the reason why my life is now a living hell. It is all her fault.

I hate girls like her.

The type of girls that think they can get anything they want because they are beautiful. She even had the whole 'I'm sweet and innocent' act going on. But I knew her true intentions.

Girls like Isabella only use people.

They use people to get what they want, and then they disappear. Girls like her find joy in ruining other's lives and breaking them. They are the leeches of the world. Use you while they find you useful and then leave you broken when they no longer feel that you hold any value.

They make you fall in love with them and then they take off with your heart.

I have dealt with girls like her before and I'll be damned if I allow her to do it to me. I would not let her in. I will not let her affect me in any way. She is nothing to me. I already had enough experience with getting my heart taken, stomped on, and broken into millions of tiny pieces.

I pulled up to my two story house at about eight o'clock in the morning.

My home was an average size house that you could tell was owned by a man.

The house it's self was quit lovely, it just didn't have any type of personality too it.

As I pulled open the side of my police car I couldn't help but think about Billy's observation on the employee lockers.

*~*~*~*

Jasper and I were getting ready to leave after finishing all that we could do at the moment for the diner when Billy stopped us.

"Um...Officer Cullen?"

I turned to see the old man looking warily into an employee's locker.

"Yes. Is there something wrong?" I took a step closer so that I could view the inside of the locker.

"Yea, um… This locker is missing an apron." He said looking quite worried.

Sure enough the peg that was to be used for the apron was empty. There was no trace of the apron that should be on that peg.

"Are you sure the employee didn't just take it home to wash it?"

Billy shook his head back and forth indicating a silent no.

"Well whose locker is it?" questioned my partner, Jasper, wanting to pick up the interrogation so that we could be on our way. It was late and neither one of us wanted to be hanging out here for much longer.

When break-ins happen there tends to be a lot of paperwork that needs to be done. None of us liked that part of the job. We would much rather be out on the streets. That was where we felt like we were making a difference. Paperwork just took us away from were we really needed to be in order to protect and serve. But it needed to be done and unfortunately this would be an addition to what we already had to report.

"Bells, it is Isabella's locker. It's her apron that is missing."

Jasper and I looked at each other. We were confused to say the least by that last statement.

I cleared my throat. "Ms. Swan works here?" I questioned.

I knew in the courthouse she said she worked but I thought that was just a hoax to try and get out of trouble.

"Yes, she has worked for me since she was fourteen years old. Poor thing works two jobs now to try and support herself and her mother." He said lightly shaking his head as he spoke about Isabella.

I stood silently next to this man that had revealed so much more to me about Isabella's life. I was starting to see that my initial assessments of her may have been slightly off.

"Alright, well we'll make sure to keep that in mind." Jasper spoke up as if sensing that I was having a moment.

"Yes we will. But for tonight I suggest you get home until we find out any further explanation on who could have done this." I said as I gestured to the disaster that was the diner.

The old man nodded his head and followed Jasper and I to the cars in the parking lot.

As I was walking towards the cruiser I couldn't help but second guess myself on the account of Isabella. I was rarely wrong about my initial assessments of people but it would look like I just may have been wrong with this one. She was turning out to be a hard read for me.

Or maybe I had been correct all along and my thoughts were tricking me now.

Was she all that I thought she was? Or maybe she is just that good of an actress.

*~*~*~*

I came out of the memory of last night when I reached the front steps of my home.

I needed to remember to keep my work life and personal life separate, especially when it comes to Isabella Swan.

As I swung open the door to my house I could hear the distant drumming of the water coming from the upstairs washroom turning off.

He must be in the shower… I thought to myself.

I walked further into my home towards the kitchen seeing her standing in there.

She was making a feast for breakfast.

Eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. It smelt wonderful and I was hungry from my long night. Yum.

I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"How was he?" I questioned knowing he could be a hand full at times.

"Perfect as always Sir," she is always quite professional.

"Jane, just because you work for me does not mean that you are below calling me by my name."

Jane smiled. "I know Edward. Just sometimes I forget."

I chuckled slightly as I left the room to go change from my work cloths into something more comfortable.

Jane has been working for me for little over three months now and still calls me sir.

I explained to her that it was not needed but she begs to differ.

Apparently that's how she was raised to act when in the workplace.

Jane is in her late thirties and has been the answer to my problems.

She does everything that I am unable to do. She cooks, cleans, and I can't even remember the rest but I know the list goes on.

All I know is that I truly need to give her a raise. She deserves it. She keeps my home life running quite smoothly.

After trading my uniform for an plain tee-shirt and jeans I made my way back into the kitchen for breakfast, and there sitting at the head of the table was my small miracle.

He was all that I had left to live for it seemed like.

His messy blond hair was a disaster, like always, still dripping water crystals from his shower.

He had on his uniform for baseball camp.

Red polo shirt with tan pants that I swear had a hole in them. Just about every article of his clothing was ratted in some way or another. Boys are quite hard on their clothes.

"Hey buddy."

His head lifted from his food at the sound of my voice.

His blue eyes searched the room until they landed on me in the door way.

"Dad, I thought you said you would be home sooner." His crooked grin on his face told me that I was not in trouble.

"I know bud. I got a little held up at work but I got back in time to take you to camp right?" I ruffled his hair as I walked by to take the seat next to him.

"Yup, you did. So did you bust any bad guys?"

My son, Alec, adored the fact that his father was a police officer, but then again what eight year old doesn't find guns and criminals fun. It's like a comic book.

"No, not today. Maybe next time though." I said giving him a smile.

"Maybe it's cause you had that lady with you?"

I looked at my son with a confused expression. I had no idea what he was alluding to.

"You know the one that… Um… that one you were complaining about to Miss Jane about." He said almost with a nervous undertone to his words.

Shit. Well I guess he heard that argument.

I really should try to blow off my steam before I come home. I don't need my son telling the whole town about my feelings on the subject of Isabella Swan.

No matter how much I do not like her I didn't need my son fueling the fire on the hatred everyone seemed to have for Isabella.

"No I don't think that's why." I said wanting to change the subject. Soon I suggested he go get his shoes on so that we could leave. As soon as he walked away I sat running one hand through my hair before I pinched the bridge of my nose as a sort of stress relief and a way to clear my head.

"Sir?"

I looked up to see Jane holding my cell phone.

"Yes." I addressed her.

"The station is on the phone, they say that they need you to come back in."

I let out a low growl. Not now. I just got home.

Just for once I would like to be able to spend some time with my son. When I took this job it was because it was the smallest town I could find and the extra perk of family being near also helped that decision along. It was suppose to have a low crime rate. I guess I got that one wrong along with all the experts on crime levels.

"Who is on the phone?" I said as I gestured to her hand that held my cell phone.

"Officer Brandon." She stated with a matter of fact tone.

I put my hand out waiting for her to place the phone there. As soon as she did I put it up to my ear. I was frustrated and was getting agitated that I would most likely not be able to take my son as I had promised I would.

"It better be good Emmett!" I growled into the receiver.

"There has been another break in." his voice was grave and it made me instantly regret my tone.

It must be something terrible for it to affect Emmett. He was strong. He was good for this line of work because he rarely let anything affect him emotionally dealing with the job.

"Do you know where at?" I said already walking to the door to get ready to leave.

I made a motion to Jane to let Alec know that I was sorry that I couldn't take him to camp today.

Jane gave me a slight nod. I left out the door and walked towards my police cruiser.

"Yea, see… well… Edward, this one might get a bit personal."

When he said this I instantly thought of my family.

Did something happen and they were involved?

I picked up my pace to my car and pulled open the handle door getting settled inside before responding to Emmet.

"Who's involved Em?"

I held my breath hoping my family was safe.

"It's um..."

"Just spit it out" I pulled my car out of the driveway and started to speed off towards the station.

"Edward it is Bella. Bella Swan."

I released a breath I did not know I was holding in. I exhaled the relief that my family was safe and that nothing was the matter with them.

Isabella was not important; at least I didn't think she was.

"So why the hell am I coming in?" I questioned not knowing why they needed me.

Emmett took a long loud drawn out breath into the phone.

"There was a murder as a result of the break-in. We need you to question the suspect." He said going into his police mode.

"Who was murdered Emmett?" I wonder if it was Isabella.

"It was Bella's mother, Edward. I am going to the hospital to pick her up right now. I will pick her up and meet you at the station soon."

I didn't know if I felt relieved or saddened that Isabella was alive. Yes, she was alive, however, now she was alone. Emmett was right. This might become a bit too personal and that thought scared me.

I needed to stay away from Isabella. She was too much like her. Too much like Alec's mother.

At least she seemed like she would be like Alec's mother.

"Tell me what I'm getting into here Emmett." I stated just wanting the facts.

Emmett instantly began to tell me of how the break in and murder happened as I drove to the station.

He explained everything from the phone call Rose received from Isabella all the way to how my father was the one to perform the surgery and be the one to tell Isabella that her mother had passed.

By the time I got to the station I was stuck thinking about the conversation Emmett and I had just had.

I was starting to have feelings for Isabella. Not feelings of love but more like compassion and pity for her situation.

But I couldn't give that to her.

Girls like Isabella don't deserve it. Girls like Isabella get what they deserve. I was working on convincing myself that she deserved what was happening to her. That she had brought it upon herself.

So as I walked into the investigation room awaiting the arrival of Isabella I made a commitment to myself.

I would show Isabella nothing. Give her nothing more than what I would have, had this never happened because girls like her no longer could control my heart.

I would not treat her any differently because of what happened. She didn't deserve it and I would not give it to her.

I had learned my lesson with Alec's mother and I was not going to put myself through that lesson again with Isabella. I had learned from my mistakes with the first one. I was not going to let history repeat it's self. That was one lesson I learned the hard way and I would not under any circumstances allow myself to be put through that again.


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