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It had been one week.

One week since Renee left for Arizona to live with my Grandparents. One week since Charlie hit me. One week since I'd spoken to him. One week since I'd been with the Cullen's. One week since Edward and I started doing whatever the hell we're doing – dating but not exclusively.

It had only been one week since summer started, and so much had already happened.

More than I ever bargained for. More than I ever wanted – well except for Edward - I wanted that. I still can't help but feel like I'm letting him mistreat me. Dating non-exclusively, isn't that just friends with benefits? Am I just overthinking things? Should I have let him off the hook so easily?

He is Edward Cullen. Womanizer. Slut. Man-whore. My inner-self said rather snooty. But he's so damn good. I'm glad you let him off the hook. My inner-slut defended. I rolled my eyes stepping out of the shower. One week and I'm fucking talking to myself. I'm going to end up in an insane asylum by the end of the summer. I wrapped the towel around my head slipping on my shorts, and the tank top I decided to wear.

Alice had declared a day at the beach house. When Esme said no, Alice threw a hissy fit about this being her last summer, and how utterly unfair it was that they put her on probation. There was stomping of her tiny little feet, hands flying in the air for dramatic affect, and then she pulled out the tears. Carlisle caved. He said they a day at the beach house was acceptable. Esme rolled her eyes and told us to be home by midnight. She wasn't happy about Carlisle caving.

"Bella," Esme knocked on the bathroom door. I unlocked the door she was holding the house phone in her hand. "Charlie's on the phone." She explained handing the phone to me. "You should talk to him, and let him know where you two stand." She was right. I hadn't spoken to Charlie in a week. Was a week long enough? I put the phone to my ear. I heard him breathing.

"Hi," I was short. I didn't particularly want to talk to him.

"Bells," he sighed a relief sigh. "How are you?" Cue eye roll. He really wanted to ask me how I was? Just fucking great.

"Fine."

"I'm so sorry, Bells," I could hear the sincerity in his rough voice. He was always sorry after he sobered up. Sorry for yelling, sorry for being unbearably rude, sorry for punching holes in the wall, and this time, sorry for hitting me. Sorry just wasn't enough anymore. I said nothing. "Bells," he pleaded.

"Are you going to get help?" I questioned already knowing the answer. We'd been through this before, and he didn't get help until Carlisle forced him to. This time there would be no forcing. If he wanted help he would have to get it on his own.

"Bella, I can stop on my own. I promise." I shook my head.

"Get professional help or I don't want to speak with you," I declared. There was no way he was going to get out of this. Not with me. Not this time.

"Bella, you know I can't-"

"If you can't then we'll only speak three times a year, on Christmas, your birthday, and mine. That will be it." I could almost see his face change colors. Suddenly I was glad we were having this conversation over the phone.

"The chief of police getting help for alcoholism?"

"Charlie, I don't give a shit about appearances." He sucked in a breath as if I'd just punched him in the gut. "Get help or don't call here again. I don't want speak with you again unless the words that come out of your mouth are I'm getting help." The phone was still pressed to my ear. There was silence. "Goodbye, Charlie." The line went dead.

"Bella, are you almost ready?" Alice shouted not knowing I was speaking with Charlie. Or had been speaking with him. I gave a sigh letting my wet hair fall. I wasn't about to spend the next hour on my hair. I ran a brush through it, and scrunched it so it would have light curls. It would be up by the end of the night.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I handed the phone back to Esme. She cocked her eyebrow but said nothing. No doubt, I would be getting questions from her tomorrow. Alice bounced down the stairs with Rosalie.

"The boys are already there." Esme cleared her throat.

"What do you girls plan on doing?" Rosalie snickered, and Alice rolled her eyes. "Alice Brandon Cullen, you will not give me attitude." She snapped taking a deep breath trying to compose herself.

"We're going to kick back. We'll probably end up on the beach in a few hours. Emmett said he wanted to play Junior high games because Jasper never got to play any of them. We're just going to hang out. What do you think we're going to do? Have an orgy?" Esme rolled her eyes.

"Have fun. Be safe. If you're not home by midnight, on the dot, I will be speaking to your father." Alice shook her head kissing Esme on the cheek.

"Esme's really pissed," Rosalie announced getting into the front seat. The fact that her hair fell into perfect little ringlets, and her makeup was done flawlessly didn't slip past me. She got all done up for someone, and I'm positive his name is Edward.

"She doesn't like that we lied to her. She's not dumb, I mean she knows what happened. I think she's mainly pissed because we all went to Seattle, and she trusted us enough to get two hotel rooms. We demolished her trust." Alice explained to Rosalie shrugging her shoulders. "She's mad. She'll be fine in a few weeks. Until then it is butt kissing galore." Rosalie laughed.

"She already knew you were having sex though." Alice shrugged her shoulders. They found out she was having sex last summer when her boyfriend – at the time – was over, and they were alone in the house. Long story short, apparently Carlisle almost shot Garrett then and there.

"She knows I'm having sex. She, however, didn't want me to start having sex with a college boy. I understand where she's coming from." Alice pulled into the driveway that was already accompanied by a shiny silver Volvo. Edward's car.

"Got the music loud enough?" Rosalie mumbled heading it from the driveway.

"This song is insane though," I said running into the house with Alice. Edward, Emmett, and Jasper all had a beer in their hands and someone was cooking, something that appeared to be burning. "Don't you lie to me, I know you love this song." Jasper got up turning down the music.

"You are aware you're burning whatever you're cooking?" I question. Edward jumped to his feet. Alice and Rosalie chuckled taking their spots, Alice next to Jasper, and Rosalie next to Emmett.

I, on the other hand, found my way into the dance room. The Cullen's incorporated this room into the beach house when Alice was convinced she was going to be a ballet dancer. There were metal bars in one corner, and the rest was a big open space with one wall, that was just a giant mirror. It looked exactly like our old dance studio. I pulled out my phone putting it on shuffle and hooking it up to the stereo.

Dancing was my escape. At least, it use to be.

My body flawlessly moved through the studio as I lost myself to the music. Not a care in the world. Suddenly there was no Charlie, no Edward, no expectations. There was nothing besides this studio and me. I came to a jump leaping through the room, then collapsing to the floor doing the splits rolling over and pushing myself back to my feet. I vaguely heard the door open, but I didn't care. My movements never stilled, they never stopped, and then the next song started playing. I completely lost myself.

Alice's eyes were trained on my movements before she slid next to me recognizing the dance. We use to do this dance when we did freestyle. Every care, every worry, every single thing disappeared. I'm sure we would both be bitching about being sore tomorrow, or how our jeans were now going to be ruined. In this moment, I could tell she lost herself to. All of her worries just fell from her shoulders the way they always did when we danced.

She was free. I was free. We were free.

"Holy shit," Emmett turned off the music being the first to speak. "What the hell was that about?" His jaw was dropped to the floor.

"It's freeing," Alice panted catching her breath. Emmett only cocked his head to the side. "Dancing like that." She motioned around the room. "It's the most freeing thing you will ever do. Everything just slowly fades away and it's just you, just you and the dance floor." She sat in the middle of the dance floor. Emmett still looked confused.

"There is nothing else," I started to explain sitting next to Alice. "There is nothing to worry about. Everything just disappears. All your problems just leave." Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, and Edward all took a seat.

"It's like…" Alice droned on trying to explain the feeling. "It's like you are at peace with the world." She shrugged her shoulders as if that explained it all. In reality there were no words that would ever be able to express what dancing did. At least, not what dancing did for Alice and I.

"All the weight just falls off your shoulders," Rosalie explained shaking her head. "We all have something that does that for us." Emmett glanced at her.

"What's yours?" She let a smile cross her lips.

"If I told you, I'd be forced to kill you." We all gave a small chuckle.

"There was nothing salvageable of the food." Edward shrugged his shoulders. "Guess we'll eat when we get home tonight." Alice rolled her eyes at Edward but said nothing about it.

"Let's play apple-biting!" Alice shrieked running off into the kitchen and coming back with an apple. Jasper only furrowed his brows in confusion. "Edward, you're good at this game, visual demonstration." Edward took the apple biting into it and leaning over to me. I bit into the apple taking it from him leaning across the circle to Alice. She opened her mouth and took the apple. Jasper watched as we did this a few times before it got back to Alice. Alice leaned over and Jasper bit into the apple taking it from her. He looked around confused.

"Bella," Alice suggested. Jasper leaned over I bit into the apple taking it from him and looking to Edward. He gave a slightly cocky smile biting into the apple, purposely letting it fall to the ground crushing his lips to mine.

"Whoops." He said when he pulled away. The game was meant to be innocent, and he let the kiss be innocent. There was no tongue. Just a peck.

"I liked the other games more." Jasper chuckled.

"It use to be my favorite. It was right up there with paper kissing." Jasper furrowed his brows.

"Same concept only with a slip of paper." I explained shrugging my shoulders.

"I was thinking," Alice piped up looking around. "Since Rosalie and Emmett are basically dry humping, we could all take a break. Jasper and I could go get take out, Rosalie and Emmett can use that time to calm the fuck down. It's like PG-13 rating tonight guys. Edward and Bella can just chill." She suggested. Rosalie and Emmett gave no complaints finding their room to the upstairs bedroom quickly. Jasper and Alice left to get take out, and Edward and I sat on the couch.

There was silence, but with Edward the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

The silence was perfectly fine. He grabbed the remote turning on the TV switching it to the movie channel playing The Avengers. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me to his chest.

"Hi stranger," he whispered in my ear kissing my forehead. I gave a small chuckle. "I'm trying to be respectful." I glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow. "You know, not make out with you every time I see you." I gave a laugh – a real one.

"Since when do you care about being respectful?" A smile played at his lips.

"Well now that you've said something…" he winked at me, but I could tell he was only messing around. "So I was thinking," he ran his fingers through his hair, "I know you're on probation, or whatever. But I was thinking I could talk to Esme and Carlisle about taking you out." He refused to meet my gaze.

"Like a date?" I questioned when he didn't finish his thought.

"No not like a date. It would be a date, for sure." A goofy grin came over his face. "Dating you means I actually take you out, and I don't just do…other things… with you. Even though I really want to do other things to you." He ran his fingers mindlessly up my leg.

"If you can get them to agree." Edward looked down at me his eyes focused on my lips.

"Bella." He spoke calmly.

"Edward?"

"I'm done trying to be respectful." He pushed me down on the couch and pressed his body to mine his lips attacking my neck. "You drive me crazy." His breath down my neck gave me Goosebumps.

"Same goes for you," I breathed out as he crushed his lips to mine. I couldn't help but worry that Alice was going to walk in on me and her brother making out.

"No, really," he pushed his body to mine. "You drive me crazy." I felt his erection against my stomach making me give a small whimper. He snaked his hand under my shirt focusing on my neck once again. I wrapped my legs around his waist bringing him closer to me. I wanted him closer.

No, I needed him closer.

He lifted my shirt up slightly kissing my stomach moving his hands over my bra. I could tell he wanted it off. Instead of unhooking it he pulled it down slightly kissing my right breast making it pebble under his touch. A throaty moan escaped my lips.

"Edward, Alice is coming back any minute," I whined.

"You're point?" He whispered his question in my ear biting my earlobe.

"If she see's us like this…" I left my thought unfinished. He brought his face back down to my breast lightly nipping my right nipple. I wiggled my hips, his erection pressing on my leg.

"You know, Isabella." Fuck me. "I think we might need to talk about those kinks of mine soon." He unbuttoned my pants his fingers rubbing me through my panties.

"Kinks?" I moaned. How the fuck did he expect me to focus when he's doing that. A cocky grin graced his lips and he pressed harder to my core rubbing me in circles.

"Yes. We'll talk about them tonight." He explained slipping his fingers under my panties making me moan. "Fucking Christ, Isabella." He groaned effortlessly slipping his middle finger inside of me. "You're so wet for me. Tell me you're wet for me." He instructed curling his fingers inside of me.

"Fucking Hell." I moaned out closing my eyes. "I'm wet for you, Edward. So wet." He slipped a second finger inside.

"Good girl." Edward's fingers did magical things. Edward grabbed my hand rubbing his bulge. "And this," another moan escaped my lips. "Is all for you." I slipped my hands under his pants grabbing him and pumping my hand up and down his length. "Bella," he groaned thrusting his hips. "If we keep doing this I'm taking you into the bedroom." Edward grabbed my arm taking my hand out of his pants and pinning it above my head pulling his finger out of me. I wined at the loss of his fingers. He locked eyes with me and brought his fingers to his lips licking them clean.

"So. Fucking. Delicious." He said taking a deep breath. "I'm craving this." He grabbed my crotch. "Alice is here." He explained why he stopped, but it didn't stop him from pressing his lips to mine again. I put my bra back over my breasts and pulled my shit down so it looked as if Edward and I were only making out.

"Alice, you have to be quiet. Carlisle and Esme are sleeping," I whispered opening the door. Alice pressed her lips together and then erupted in a fit of giggles. So much for sneaking her into her room, Esme was definitely going to wake up, and know she's three sheets to the wind. Alice had drank way too much wine tonight.

"Bella, I want Jasper to carry me!" Alice basically yelled. Jasper gave a low chuckle wrapping his arm around her waist nodding to me telling me he had her. "Yes. This is much better." She smiled leaning her head against his chest. "And you can stay in my room and we can –" Esme cane out of the bedroom wearing a silk nightgown.

"And you can?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Uh-oh," Alice giggled. All of the color drained from Jasper's face. "Jasper here was just going to bring me to the bedroom!" Alice was ecstatic.

"Mrs. Cullen I was only going to put her to bed." Jasper defended himself. Esme shook her head. She didn't believe a word he was saying. I'd never seen Esme so…mad before. She pursed her lips and her eyes narrowed at Alice.

"Well, Jasper, Carlisle can take her to bed. You can go to your room, on the other side of the house, and stay there." She turned her glare to him. "I do not care what you two do outside of this house because there is nothing I can do to stop it. You will not do anything in this house." She declared as Carlisle appeared sleepily.

"Edward, please take Alice to her room. Put a glass of water, crackers, and Tylenol on the nightstand. "Do not sneak into Isabella's room while you do this. Rosalie you can sleep in the guest room tonight. Emmett and Jasper, your own rooms. You will not sleep in the girl's bedroom. Edward…just don't end up in Isabella's room. I am too tired to deal with hormone crazed kids." He shook his head grabbing Esme's arm.

"You're just going to trust them after the stunt they all pulled in Seattle?" She huffed making Carlisle let out an exhausted sigh.

"Sweetie, they're kids. Hormones are taking over their body. I know it's not something we want to deal with but we will have to understand and trust that Alice is mature and responsible enough to handle herself. You can't be worried sick every single time she hangs out with, Jasper – I'm assuming. We'll take her to her doctor and get her on the pill. Isabella," Carlisle pinched the bridge of his nose. Whatever color was in Jaspers face was definitely gone now.

"Carlisle, can you talk to me about this when we aren't in a room full of people? I'm not buzzed enough for that." I pleaded with him. Carlisle shook his head in understanding and pulled Esme back to the bedroom. Edward snuck his hand around Alice.

"Mothers and their daughters," Edward muttered. "Don't worry about it, man." He was speaking to Jasper.

I'm actually not entirely sure where I am going to go from here. I've tried to write the next chapter and I am stuck with a huge case of writers block. I can't help but feeling like Edward and Bella's relationship developed to fast, and to me it seems a bit unrealistic. I'm not sure how to write the next chapter, or if I even want to continue. Re-reading this I've realized there are flaws in the story line, and Edward and Bella's relationship started off with her hating him and only four chapters later she forgives him? To me this just seems unrealistic.

I am going to try to finish this story up. I am going to at attempt to continue writing but I cannot promise anything at this point in time. However, if you have ideas on where I should take this story shoot me a PM and tell me your ideas. Maybe you'll ignite a spark somewhere in me. I know a lot of stories on this site go unfinshed so I am going to try to finish it up for you guys.