Chapter 10

Bella POV

It felt like years, but it had only been hours that I lay on my bedroom floor, watching as red pooled around me. I was sort of freaked out when I couldn't even feel the broken glass stabbing into my skin, but I couldn't find the strength to move.

So I sat there.

"Bells?" It was my dad's voice. My dad was nice - nicer than my mom. He was the one who asked me how school was, or why I was upset. My mom was the one who forced me to shop with her, and talk to boys I didn't want to talk to. The door slowly creaked open, and I covered my face from the light pooling in from the hallway. "Bella, what the hell happened to you?!" he screamed, running over.

"Nothing, dad," I said in a raspy voice from crying and screaming.

"Why is your room destroyed? Why are you covered in blood?"

"Edward's gone," I whispered into his arm as he carried me to the bathroom.

"Edward?" he asked in a confused tone. "Who's Edward?"

I sighed. "You wouldn't understand." My voice shook, and I could feel tears coming again.

He sat me on the counter and began pulling pieces of glass from my little cuts on my arms and legs. It reminded me of when Edward had had the giant gash with glass in it, and my heart clenched one, painful tug.

"You look horrible," my dad observed, watching me with pursed lips.

I shrugged. "I was kidnapped. You and mom don't even seem to care," I hissed bitterly.

"A boy called us," dad began, "about three days ago."

My head snapped up, my eyes widening. "What did he tell you?"

"He told us you were safe, and that you'd be home soon - he'd make sure of it. Then he hung up."

I remembered Edward in the living room, holding the phone to his ear and whispering far too quickly for me to understand it.

"That was Edward," I mumbled, staring at the little pieces of glass as they clanked quietly into the garbage can.

"He took care of you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded. "And I took care of him."

His brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" He began bandaging the little scratches.

"You wouldn't understand. You probably won't even believe me." I sighed.

"Try me," he said.

I stared at him for awhile. His face was smooth. He had a crease between his eyebrows that I got, too when I was stressed. I knew he was hiding his obvious curiosity. He wanted to know what happened to me.

"So, you want to know what happened to me?" I whispered as I hopped off the counter.

He nodded.

So I told him about Edward, and how I loved him.

Edward POV

Today, I felt happy. It wasn't because I was fed decent food. No. It was because today, the Swans were coming to a questioning, and Bella was going to be asked questions, and so was I. We were going to be in different rooms, Bella, James and I, but it was just the thought that she was in the same building.

I was wearing a fucking orange jumper - very cliché - sitting in a chair in an all grey room, with a big, white light staring down at me.

"So…" one of the investigators began. "James is your father?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Fuck no."

"Language," the man scolded.

"Do you think I give a shit?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"No," he said, "I don't think that."

"Good, because I don't." I smiled.

He rolled his eyes then sat across from me. "Then what is James Cullen to you?"

"A murderer," I said.

"Why would you say that? He didn't murder Isabella Swan."

I closed my eyes, my jaw taught.

"Can you not call her that?" I hissed between clenched teeth.

"That's her name, Edward," he said.

"Just call her Bella."

"Why?"

"Because, calling Isabella is so…formal. She wouldn't like it."

He just stared at me, a little dumbfounded.

"Okay then," he mumbled. "So you said James Cullen is a murderer. Why?"

"He killed my parents," I stated.

"When was this?" he asked, actually looking intrigued.

"When I was twelve. So, about six years ago."

"If James isn't really your father, why do you use his last name?"

I shrugged. "He told me to."

"Then what is your last name, really?"

"Masen."

He nodded, and wrote on his paper.

I rolled my eyes. What the fuck was this? Therapy?

"So tell me," he began, "what happened with you and Bella?" He accentuated her name.

I sighed. "I was home and James left. He didn't tell me where he was going, he just left. He came back with Bella. Whenever James went out, I'd watch her, and we began talking. We became friends, then…more." I felt like covering my face with a paper bag. Why should this guy get to know about our private life?

"So you became like…lovers?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Then why did you turn yourself in if you were innocent?" he asked confusedly.

"Because no one would believe me, and Bella deserves someone better."

He was silent for awhile, and I felt like screaming. I was fucking embarrassed.

"That will be all," he said quietly.

Two cops came in and took me, bringing me back to my cell.

Bella POV

I sat, staring out my window. Kids passed by happily, running as the colorful leaves fell around them. However, I sat there, waiting. For what? I have no idea.

"Bella?" my dad's voice called through the door.

I didn't turn away from the window. I figured, maybe watching other people live their lives would help me live mine. So far it wasn't working.

The door creaked open, and I heard a sigh.

"Bella, it's time to go," he said.

I didn't move my eyes from the little girl walking. She had long, curly blonde hair. She was six, maybe five. She skipped down the sidewalk happily, her mother behind her laughing as she watched her throw leaves up into the air.

"Where," I said, not really in a questionable tone.

"To the jail."

I slowly turned. "Do I get to see him?" Some life came back into my voice.

He switched from foot to foot. "Only if you want."

I nodded, standing from my chair. "I do," I said strongly. "I want to see him."

He held his hand out and I took it.

"You know what you have to do, right?" he asked.

"Yes." I nodded. "I'll tell them what happened with Edward and me."

He nodded, too. "If you want this boy out of jail, honey, you have to do this."

"I know."

It was a quick drive down to the jail. There wasn't really any cars in the parking lot. It was just my dad and me, walking into the warm office. My mom hadn't come, and I wasn't really surprised.

We hung our winter coats on the hooks by the door to the Forks Police Station and stood by the Chiefs desk awkwardly. My dad had been chief when he was younger, but then when he met my mom, he had gone into criminal law - basically a lawyer for all the creeps out there doing bad things. God knows why my dad would want to do that.

"Uh, Chief?" my dad said, trying to get his attention.

He looked up from his papers.

He was old, maybe early 60's or late 50's. He had grey hair with streaks of black in it, and a grey moustache.

"Hey, Charlie," he said to my dad.

My dad nodded.

The chief looked at me. "How are you, Isabella?"

"Fine," I responded curtly.

"We're here for the questioning," my father said, trying to change the subject away from my bad attitude.

Well, I was pissed. I had a right to talk to the cops in mad tones. They did take Edward, after all.

"All right, Isabella," he said, standing up from his chair. "This way." He motioned for me to follow him.

"See you later, dad," I said as I followed Chief Rogers down the hallway.

He opened a metal door, allowing me to go through.

The room was all grey with one big, bright light hanging over a table with two chairs. There was a window that I knew cops were watching us through, but I couldn't see them.

"Take a seat, Isabella," Chief Rogers said.

"Just Bella," I said, annoyed.

"Hmm," he huffed.

"What?"

"That's what the boy said to call you," he mumbled as he sat across from me.

He meant Edward.

A smile twitched at the corners of my lips.

"All right," he said, taking out a notebook. "So tell me how this all started."

"I was walking home on the path by the woods - you know on Franklin Street?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Then James Cullen came and took me and brought me to his home."

"Edward told me he had to watch you. Is that true?"

I nodded.

"He also said you were friends, then turned into something…more."

I felt heat creeping up to my cheeks.

"Yeah, that's true." I bit my lip.

"Does that mean you love him?" he asked.

I stared at my hands embarrassedly.

Dad had said if I wanted Edward back, I had to tell them about Edward and me. So that's what I would do.

"Yes. He loves me and I love him."

He stared at me for awhile.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Didn't he hurt you? How could you love him?"

My eyes went into slits.

"I love Edward because he protected me from getting killed. He risked his life to keep me safe. When James tried to starve me Edward gave me food. When James tried to rape me, Edward stopped him." I took a deep breath, holding back the tears. "He turned himself in so I could be safe." I glared at him furiously. "This is why I love him, you asshole."

His eyes were wide. "You've changed, Bella," he whispered.

"Sometimes change is good," I hissed.

"And sometimes it's not," he shot back.

"Well, in this case, it sure as hell is. I'm tired of letting people walk all over me."

He gulped at my expression.

If only looks could kill…

"That's all I need, I suppose," he muttered, clearing his throat.

"Can I see him now?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll bring him h-"

"No," I said, cutting him off. "I want to see him privately, without them-" I pointed to the window, "watching."

He held his hand on the door handle, contemplating.

"Fine," he finally said. "Come with me."

Sorry people to make James' last name be Cullen lol :P it's just how it all worked out, and carlisles not in this so....deal with it :)

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