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What Do You Want From Me

Chapter 12

I can't help but smile as Bella giggles at the lame joke I told her. Over the past few weeks, our friendship has grown. We haven't had any more heavy talks, but we have both spoken more about our mothers.

Bella calms herself as she looks at me. "I have been roped into going with Leah, Lauren, Anne, and Beth to Port Angeles on Saturday."

I raise my brow at her, because she usually avoids them, along with the rest of her peers.

"So I won't be able to help out at our cabin on Saturday."

"Why are you going to Port Angeles?" I ask trying hard not to laugh at her; but the unpleasant look on her face would make you think she was being lowered into a snake pit.

"We're getting the decorations for the Halloween party," Bella sighs.

"Aren't you on the committee for the school's after hours activities?" I question knowing that this is normally a part of it, and she should have expected it.

She nods at me as she makes a face. "Thought I would get out of it because I am helping with the play."

"Are you getting your costume while you're there as well?"

Bella lets out a soft noise. "That is the plan," she says sounding disgusted.

"Have you decided what you're going as?"

"Not sure … yet, but nothing scary … I don't like that stuff," she says as she lets out a visible shiver.

I just let out a soft hum, knowing Bella's not keen on scary outfits, nor does she like it when people jump out and try to scare others. Whereas, I know it's because of what she went through, none of the other students do, and if this school is anything like my old one, they will try to scare people more, the closer it gets to Halloween.

"Give me a call if it becomes too much for you. I'll come and play the hero and save you from the horrible teenage activities."

Bella smiles at me chuckling a little. "I am holding you to that."

"Make sure that you do," I say with a lopsided smile.

"I had better get to class."

I walk with Bella up the stairs, leaving her to go to her locker as I head to the cafeteria.

I am almost done when my radio buzzes, it's Mary asking me to come to her office. I walk in seeing that Bella is there along with Lauren, and three other girls.

"Lauren, Bella, Anna, Bree, and Leah are picking up the decorations on Saturday, from Mickey's in Port Angeles."

I nod at her as she talks. "I was wondering if you were available, and could join them at—" she stops speaking and raises her brow at the girls.

"One," Lauren blurts out happily.

"One, to pick up the larger items?"

"Yeah, then we could take you to lunch," Lauren says in a breathy tone.

"No!" Mary says sharply before I can.

"But he is Bella's friend," Lauren huffs, "And he has to work extra—"

Mary's face changes clearly saying enough.

"I was just being nice," Lauren huffs.

Mary turns her attention back to me. "You'll be able to take the school van. It should only be a fog machine, and a few large moving Halloween statues. All smaller or personal belongings have to be taken home by them."

I look at the girls and my eyes land on Bella. I smile a little and turn back to Mary. "Yes that's fine. I'll make an afternoon of it and pick up my costume then, too."

"You're dressing up?" one of the other girls gush.

I give her a small nod and she smiles at me before looking at Bella.

"I can't wait to tell Jake, this should convince him to dress up, too."

"Not sure on that, Anna, it seems a little …" Lauren trails off.

"Girls!" Mary states, "We don't need to hear your teen dilemmas. Back to class."

They all nod and walk out the room leaving me with Mary.

"If it were just Bella and you, I would have—with Charlie's permission—let her drive with you in the van. But I can't. It would be unfair to ask their parents without giving them all the details of your arrest."

I give her a nod agreeing that it would be unfair to the other parents, but at the same time, I'm grateful that they don't need to know the whole story.

"It's not that I think you are guilty, that's neither here nor there. Whereas, the parents all know you have been convicted of a crime; they don't know the charges. Though Charlie was clear that you were safe, I think hearing the charges may scare some of them. For the record, however, I don't think you did it."

I swallow just looking at her.

"Edward, I've seen what anger looks like and I've seen people lose their tempers—" She stops and chuckles in a not so funny way. "In my day, no one would bat an eye if men reprimanded their wives by giving them a smack. You didn't talk about domestic abuse, not the way it is discussed now. But, I have seen it and had a friend that lived through it. I've seen what she would say and do to cover for her husband. Likewise, I have seen the way people with a little money can wiggle their way out of anything. When I read your report, it didn't seem like you, but more so, the facts didn't add up. I just felt there were missing pieces, and that the full story wasn't told. Then, there are your school reports; that had me questioning some of the comments that Mr. Cheney made about you. The things he wrote were more personal than professional, and that's not something a good principal does. If he could lie about how you were doing at school, then he lost my trust. I also believe what I can see, hear, and feel. You have gained my trust and more so you deserve it. On a side note, Charlie is one of the best people that I know, he's not often … in fact he has never been wrong about a person to my knowledge. I believe him when he says you didn't hurt that woman."

"Thank you," I whisper feeling a strange sensation inside of me.

"No problem, Edward."

I walk out of her office and let out the breath I was halfway holding since she started talking about my being in prison. I find myself shaking my head as I begin to feel relieved that I have people—good people—friends, and they seem to believe in me. No matter what though, there is still a voice in the back of my mind repeating, 'What Do You Want From Me?' and 'No one is kind and nice without an agenda.' It also reminds me that besides Bella, most of their faith in me has come from knowing the Chief.

I again find myself wondering what my life would have been like if my mom had moved here. Not only would I have had a best friend in Bella, but I'd have had people like the Chief and Mary to guide me. I somehow know they would've helped influenced me to be a good person and shape me into a good man—the man I could have been. I could have been a good man, one that was a more functional member of society. My life would have looked more promising than it does now. I can only hope that with the support they give me now, I can become somebody.

~WDYWFM~

On our morning run, I easily picked up on Bella's worry about today. Not just that she has to spend so much time with them, but for me, too. I was quite touched that she was worried that Lauren may try to push the boundaries with me. Bella knows it could be tricky as we will be off school grounds, and outside of Mary's watchful eye. Her only advice was to give it to Lauren straight. Whereas, I shouldn't aim to hurt or embarrass Lauren, I should be truthful in telling her outright that she has to stop, and I do not, and will not ever see her that way. At the end of our run, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from inviting Bella to ride along with me. Not just to give her some time out, but to give myself the company—the company I normally would have today. In the end, I left her, hoping that she gets some benefit from spending time with her peers. After I shower and look up the town maps for Port Angeles, I proceed to the school to pick up the van. Heading off to Port Angeles, I find myself ahead of schedule and end up outside of Mickey's a little early.

"Afternoon, Edward," Lauren says as she walks right up to me. She tries to slide her arm around mine, but I step back from her.

"That's not appropriate, Lauren," I say making her roll her eyes at me.

"They won't say anything," she smirks.

"Lauren, my feelings for you do not and will not pass that of an acquaintance. I am sure you are very nice, but no and thank you. This behavior and tactics need to stop now. Make no mistake in the fact that I will leave right now and report your behavior to Mrs. Cope as well as to the Chief."

Lauren just looks at me as I watch her swallow.

"I was just being friendly," she says sounding more upset than I thought she would be.

"Friendliness is fine, Lauren, but that does not require you to touch me, ever."

Her eyes move to the other girls, and my eyes flicker there to see that Bella has pulled the other girls away.

"You're friends with Bella?"

"I am," I answer honestly. "But she's friends with the people I live with. I also spend time with her dad."

"I know," Lauren lets out a sigh. "Fine, I'll stop."

I give her a small nod. "I am flattered, Lauren, but—"

She gives a shake of her head as she holds up her hand cutting me off.

"Yeah, I know, I've heard it before. That I need to find some stupid boy my own age."

As she pulls a face, I chuckle softly.

"You won't tell Mrs. Cope?"

I shake my head at her. "There's nothing to tell if you stop right now."

She walks over to the girls and is all smiles. "Come on, girls, let's spend some money."

I stand off to the side letting the girls pick out what they want.

"That's eight hundred dollars," the store owner tells them.

"How about you give us a deal, and knock two hundred off of it?" Lauren says with a lot of confidence.

"What makes you think I would do that?" The guy chuckles.

"Well … I have over four thousand people on my blog, and then there's my Facebook page."

"Don't forget the school's Facebook page," Bella adds making Lauren nod at her.

"We could give you free advertisement," she states turning back to the guy.

"Yes, and of course, when we have our Christmas ball, we will come back to get those supplies as well," Bella adds in.

"After that is our Spring Fling followed by our Prom," Lauren states with a lopsided smile.

"How about I take fifty off now, and if you get me one hundred sales over one hundred dollars each, I'll knock off another fifty off at Christmas?"

"Make it the one-fifty and you have a deal," Lauren says putting out her hand.

"One, and then another one at Christmas," he counters and Lauren looks at the other girls who all nod at her.

"Deal," Lauren says as she continues to hold out her hand and the man shakes it.

I shake my head as Bella, Bree and I move off to start loading up the van as Lauren pays the man.

"I can't believe she got him to take money off," Bree chuckles as I nod in agreement with her. "Do you think he'll honor the deal at Christmas?" she asks looking at Bella.

"He will, or Lauren will give him hell," Bella says with a smile. "We just need to get people in there."

"Lauren will get people into his store even if she has to drag them in," one of the girls says as the others chuckle.

Lauren walks out and with all of us working, the van is loaded in no time.

"It's been fun, girls, stay safe and have a good rest of your day," I say as I step back.

"Can't we take him for lunch? He took time out of his day off to help us?" Lauren asks but Bella shakes her head.

"It's his job that would be on line, and I am sure he's more than capable of getting his own lunch. Let's leave him alone, so that he can enjoy the rest of his day off." Bella gives me a wave as she and the other girls walk off.

~WDYWFM~

I have been shopping in Port Angeles for the past two hours. I have seen the girls from afar a few times. I don't think they have seen me, but I watched them for a bit. I am happy to see that Bella appears to be enjoying herself. So I am surprised to see her alone a little in front of me, turning into a car park.

I shake my head walking that way to check and see if she's okay. I am just getting to the corner when I hear a loud scream.

"Help! Fire!"

I freeze for a split second before my brain registers that it's Bella's voice I hear. I run turning the corner to see that some guy has her in a bear hug from behind and has lifted her off the ground.

"Hey!" I yell and I charge at them. I knock into the guy with enough force that he drops Bella to the ground.

My eyes rake over the guy. He is a little taller than me and is a lot broader. By the look on his face, I would say he is pissed off, too.

"Fuck off, Douchebag, this is between me and her," he hisses at me.

"No, it's between us!" I bark back at him placing myself between him and Bella, who has not made a sound.

"You should've just walked on by, pretty boy," he smirks at me before throwing a punch.

I dodge the first hit but he quickly follows it with another that hits my side. I throw my own punch as we begin to fight. He tackles me taking me down on the hood of a car.

I am hit several times by a fire of punches only getting a few hits in myself. I get an opening and push him off throwing him hard to the ground. He leaps up pulling out a knife.

"Today's not going to be your day, pretty boy; you should've backed off when you had the chance!"

He lunges at me, and only due to my quick movements does he miss me with his knife, but he quickly comes at me again.

Both of us jump back from each other when a loud gunshot sounds.

"Move away from him," Bella stutters out making me look her way to see that she's pale and shaking badly.

"Why don't you give me the gun, sweet cheeks?" the guy states taking a step toward her.

"Stay back!" Bella says to him as he steps forward, her eyes flicker to me.

I can see that she is scared, but more apparent is the fact I know she is about to fall apart. The worst thing about that is that I know that he can see it, too. I move quickly to her placing my hands over hers.

"It's okay, Bella, just ease off the trigger."

She slowly does what I say and I slip the gun out of her hand. "Good girl," I whisper to her as I turn my full attention back to the guy.

He looks me over and his eyes flicker to the side.

"Don't even think about running!" I bark out moving the gun up a little.

This guy was clearly planning on doing harm to Bella, and I believe that he will more than likely find someone else if I let him go.

"We're going to wait here until—"

"Put the weapon down!" is yelled cutting me off.

I turn my head seeing that there are six policemen behind us. All of them have their guns out pointing at Bella and me.

"I'm putting the gun down," I say as I take my finger off the trigger and drop the clip. I stop for a split second when I hear the sound of running feet, but don't turn around.

I place the gun on the ground as I start to talk to the officers.

"You need to get that guy, he—"

I am cut off again but this time because I am slammed to the ground, with what feels like several officers on top of me.

"Hey! Why are you arresting him, he didn't do anything!" Bella yells still sounding scared and close to her breaking point.

"Yeah! Well, too bad, you're not the law, and his being arrested is for us to decide."

I am pulled up from the ground by my arms, which are behind my back with my wrists cuffed.

An angry cop is in my face.

"Name!" he barks at me.

"Edward Anthony Masen," I tell him with a sigh.

"I'm calling my dad," Bella says making me look at her.

Seeing her upset seems to be turning into anger which is not always a good idea around police.

She pulls her cell out and starts to lift it to her ear only to have it snatched out of her hand.

"No phone calls! What's your name?"

"Isabella Marie Swan," Bella barks back in a harsh tone.

"Watch your tone!"

"I will, if you'll do your job correctly! That guy tried to rob me!"

"Him?" the officer asks pointing at me.

Bella gives him a look that screams, 'were you dropped on your head one too many times?'

"No, Inspector-Clueless, the one that you let go!" Bella says pointing in the direction of the way the guy ran.

He rolls his eyes and moves off to stand a few feet in front of us. I watch him as he talks into his radio getting them to run both of our names.

"Bella, breathe," I whisper, keeping one eye on her and the other on the officer. "I am going to get arrested," I tell her.

Bella shakes her head at me. "You didn't do anything; my dad will sort this out, don't worry."

I give her a little smile hating that I more than likely will be back in jail tonight, and won't be able to see her on Monday for our morning run.

"She's clean, but he is on parole," the officer tells the other officers with a huge smile on his face.

"He didn't do anything … you can't arrest someone for being on parole," Bella tells him as she moves to stand in front of me.

"He has a gun which he's not allowed to have!"

"That's my gun!" Bella yells back at him.

He pushes past her looking at me. "You are under arrest—"

"Like hell he is!" Bella yells again, and it's clear to me, that she's losing her composure. "Give me my phone, right now!"

Her eyes flicker to me. "Don't worry, Edward, I am going to have this sorted out in no time. My dad will sort this out and yell at them, for not doing their freaking jobs!" Bella yells the last part as she looks at the officer who has now taken a hard grip on my arm.

"Miss, if you don't move away, you'll be arrested, too."

"Really … on what charges?" Bella asks him.

"I know you're going to charge me for almost being mugged by a knife-wielding man almost three times my size! No, wait … let me guess, it is because I needed to be saved by Edward here, who saved me from being robbed, or worse! Or is it because of the fact that the armed man—who you let run away—tried to stab Edward and I brought my gun out. When it was clear that I couldn't hold the gun safely, I passed it to him?"

"So you tell me that you knowingly gave a man on probation a deadly weapon?"

"Bella," I hiss knowing this is a trap, but Bella falls for it.

"Yes!" she yells making me close my eyes.

"You're under arrest," a second cop says as they put Bella in handcuffs.

"What!" she screams.

Bella looks at me stunned as she is read her rights. We are placed in the back of two different police cars.

I bang my head against the back of the seat, hating that Bella has been arrested, and the fact she is clearly going to fall apart and being in a cell is not a good place for that to happen. I know that even though I don't want to go to jail, I can handle a station holding cell. The night after I found Cheney's wife wasn't the first time I had been placed in the back of a police car. Most of the times like now, I didn't do jack shit to get there.

I am taken into the station to see Bella is there at the desk getting booked in.

"I want my phone call," I hear her demand.

"We'll get to that when I have the time," the officer tells her.

"I am not talking to anyone until I get my phone call so that I have my lawyer present," Bella says sounding as if she has done this before.

"Yeah, we'll get right on that," the booking officer states with a roll of his eyes. "I need your bag, shoes, jacket, belt, and anything that is in your pockets." He sits a box on the counter as I am pushed toward the other booking officer.

"I can't take my shoes off, I have a medical problem," Bella tells them.

"That's funny because I don't know any medical problems that would require you to keep shoes on. So tell me princess, what is your medical problem?"

"Name?" The other booking officer says but I keep my focus on Bella as I answer her.

"My left leg is shorter than my right," Bella states.

"Well, that is not life threatening, so take off the shoes," he barks at her.

Bella takes off her shoes placing them in the box. I quickly take off my own placing them along with my own belongings in a box.

Bella and an officer are slightly in front of me, and the officer that is taking me to the cell. I groan when I see that it's holding cells that already have few people in them. The female and male ones seem to be right next to each other, which on a positive note means I will be able to keep an eye on her until the Chief gets here.

Bella is pushed into the female cell as I am put in to the male one. The cell gates are slammed shut and Bella moves to the bars looking at me.

"My dad will not let you go to jail," Bella tells me loudly.

"Bella, shush," I whisper to her. "Don't talk about your dad, not in here," I tell her as my eyes move around her cell to see a few females that could be a problem.

"Edward," she whispers touching my hand. "I'm sorry, I should have—"

I shake my head at her, not wanting her, to blame herself for this. But I know that this is not the time or place to talk about it so I move on.

"Move away from the bars so none of these guys can touch you," I whisper to her.

I keep my hand over hers so that she can't move just yet.

"But stay close by and near me."

She nods at me and I drop my hand from hers.

"Are you okay?" I ask glancing over at her and see that her left foot is on its ball so that her legs are more even.

She shakes her head at me. "I feel a little numb, cold," she tells me.

I hold back the 'fuck' knowing she's going into shock.

"I … he just grabbed me. I saw him; he was just getting out of his car. He smiled and then …"

I nod at her.

"We'll talk about that, when you are out of here," I say.

She sighs as she closes her eyes, and I know that she can't be comfortable standing the way she is. I look around seeing there is a small space at the back of the cell.

"Let's move back in this corner," I say pointing at it.

"Sit on the bench, not the floor," I tell her as I stand there.

"But there's no bench on your side."

"I'll be fine," I tell her doing a sweep of my own cell and then doing the same with hers. A few of the women seem to be looking her way with cocky smiles.

"You need to put on a harder voice tone, but at the same time don't sound too harsh."

Bella just looks at me.

"Some of these girls will look for weakness, and if you sound like a weak teenage girl, they will hone in on you. However, if you sound too aggressive they may interpret it that you're challenging them."

Bella simply looks up at me and I see the anger that she had earlier is fading and she is close to her breaking point.

"Don't worry—" I cut myself off, when one of the men walks my way.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" he says and reaches through the bars to touch her.

I step toward him, making him take a step back.

"Wish you were in here, to help me pass my time," he says with a smirk at me.

"Move away," I tell him keeping my tone hard so that he knows I mean business.

He just chuckles shaking his head.

"She'll keep," he states.

I watch as he moves away standing across from me.

"He won't touch you," I tell Bella.

"Edward, don't get into a fight over me," she says as she stands up making me turn to her and see that she is clearly worried about me.

"I'm fine," I tell her.

She shakes her head and walks back over to the gate and I follow behind her.

"I need to make a phone call," she pleads, and in my heart I know she is not pleading for herself but for me.

"Baby, no need to call me. I am right here," the guard says.

Bella shakes her head and bangs her hand on the gate. "I need to make a phone call!" she repeats louder.

"Bella, they're not going to let you call anyone until they say so."

"They're not allowed to do that," she tells me making me sigh.

"They are in control; they can do as they please."

Bella just looks at me and I can see this is making her lose her faith in the law.

"My dad wouldn't do this!" she tells me with tears in her eyes. "They're meant to uphold the law as well as our rights."

I let out a long breath hating that she is going through this. No one should lose their faith in a system that is in place to keep them safe.

"I know it's not always easy."

She shakes her head.

"I'm sorry," she says again making me move closer to the bars.

"We'll be fine. Your dad will find out soon enough," I say as cheerfully as I can. "Lauren or one of the others, will call him when you don't show up to go home, won't they?" I end up questioning her.

Bella nods.

"Here's hoping she's done it already," she says.

I look over at the bench seeing someone is now sitting on it.

"I know it's going to be hard but don't sit on the floor."

Bella looks at me with a frown.

"It'll make you an easy target," I tell her.

She nods at me and wraps her arms around herself.

"Still cold?" I ask and she nods again. I can see her teeth are chattering a little and I am worried about her.

I undo my shirt, take it off and pass it through the bars to Bella.

"Put this on," I say.

She looks at it, and then to me. "You'll be cold."

I shake my head as I put a smile on my face. "I still have my t-shirt on. Put it on," I tell her.

"Thank you," she says taking it. I watch as she winces as she puts it on over her long sleeve top.

"Where are you hurt?" I ask as my eyes go to her arms, hating that I never thought to ask if he had injured her.

"My arm and side are sore. He held onto me so tightly I thought he was going to snap my ribs," she adds on a little chuckle and I know she's trying hard to keep it together.

"Do you hurt anywhere else?"

"My knees hurt. I landed on them hard. I think there may be road rash on them."

I run my hands over my face. Looking outside the cell, I see there is a desk with one guard sitting at it.

"Sir, she's been hurt and we need the station doctor to look her over," I tell him, but he just looks at me.

"Can you get him?" I ask.

"He's busy, when he's free I will speak to him," he says with an almost snigger in his voice.

I roll my eyes knowing full well that means he's not going to do jack shit.

"Are the cells always this cold?" Bella asks me, and I give her a small nod.

I know that she doesn't need to think about being cold, but if I can distract her, it will help.

"Let's play a game," I say making her brows raise a little.

"Game? What kind of game?" she asks sounding a little amused.

"Eye spy, twenty questions, any game you'd like," I counter.

Bella again chuckles and I know she knows that I am trying hard to distract her.

"Okay," she says with a slight grin. "I spy with my little eye, something beginning with a B and a D."

"B and D?" I say questioningly.

"Yes two words, the first starts with the letter B, the second starts with a D."

I nod at her and look around.

"Bar door?" I ask making her shake her head at me.

I look around the room again.

"Big dickhead," I mutter looking at the guy who tried to talk to Bella.

"No," Bella chuckles.

I look outside of the holding cell, seeing one of the file drawer doors is broken.

"Broken door," I say with a smile, but it falls as Bella shakes her head at me.

"Give up?" she asks.

"No … just give me a few minutes," I say.

I look around again finding nothing starting with a B that has a second word starting with D.

I let out a breath hating that I am giving up. As I turn my head to her, I stop and narrow my eyes.

"Barbie doll?" I ask as my head wonders why there is a Barbie doll on the top of the filing cabinet.

"Yeah, odd, huh?" she says. "Wonder if it belongs to one of the police officers … moving on, it's your turn."

I turn to her smiling "Same thing two words, first word starts with an F, and the second with an E," I say.

She looks around and I bite my lip hoping that I can keep her mind not only off of being in a cell, but from the pain I know she is in. I know she was injured, but having to stand here at this angle is hard on her hip, and back. I just pray that the Chief gets here soon.

~WDYWFM~

Bella's hand goes to her hip as she starts to rub it again. We have been in the holding cells for over an hour now, and she's been standing for most of the time.

"Come closer to the bars," I say as I move closer. I move my hands through the bars and take over rubbing her hip.

"Are you a writer?" I ask carrying on with our game of 'who am I.'

"I am," Bella hums. "That feels good, Edward, you could do this if you want to change jobs."

I snort. "You're the only one I am ever doing this for. Okay, so your person is a female American singer and writer who has been in films and television shows. If you were still alive you would be around 90, and you were at one time mute?" Bella nods and I ponder on who she could be trying to describe.

"Are you of a civil rights activist?"

"Yes," she tells me with a smile and I know she is aware I know who she is now.

"You're Maya Angelou," I say just as my name is shouted.

"Masen!" is yelled and I turn looking at the officer. "Phone call time."

"I'll be back, just remember what I said."

There is a part of me that doesn't want to leave, but I know that I need to get the Chief here and soon.

I walk to the desk and another officer looks at me.

"Number?"

I give him the number of the Forks Police Station and he puts it in, clearly not knowing who he is calling. He hands me the phone over.

"Forks Police Station, Becky speaking."

"Hi, it's Edward, I need to talk to …" I stop talking as I look at the officers who are clearly listening to me. "The Chief please … it's Bella, she's been arrested."

"She's been what?" Becky yells. "I'll transfer you through to his radio; he's out looking for her now."

I let out a sigh hoping that means he's nearby.

"Edward, what the hell do you mean she's been arrested?" The Chief yells down the phone at me.

Having clearly been told by Becky where Bella is at.

"Can you get here?"

"What happened? Just give me the highlights, please."

"Some guy grabbed her. I helped, but he pulled a knife. She pulled her gun. She was in shock and shaking, so I took the gun from her and the Police showed up and arrested me. She got upset, and they arrested her for handing me a gun," I tell him. "She's in a holding cell with other women. The guy who grabbed her, hurt her, and her hip is hurting now because they took her shoes. They haven't let her see the station doctor."

I stop and close my eyes knowing I am getting more pissed off as I talk.

"Just, please, get here. Please," I say glaring at the officer who is just smirking at me.

"Edward, look at the door."

I frown and turn just as the front door opens, and the Chief walks in.

"Thank, God," I say handing the phone back to the officer.

"Well, that was a waste, time to get back to the cell," the smirky guard says pulling at my arm.

"Let him go! Now!" the Chief yells in the most authoritative voice I have ever heard before.

The officer drops my arm and turns looking at the Chief.

"Instead of just looking at me, how about you get my daughter out of that cell and out here to me?" he carries on looking as angry as he sounds.

"Sir, they have been—"

"Don't you dare say charged," he says cutting him off. "Get Colonel Frank down here, right now."

The Chief's eyes move to mine.

"Where did this happen?"

I frown. "It was at the parking lot next to a restaurant called Bella Italia," I respond.

He nods at me.

"You two better get there and get me the CCTV of the parking lot. The Charity Book store will have one from their view as well."

"Chief," I say softly. "They let the guy that attacked Bella get away. He ran when they had their guns on me."

The Chief's whole face changes and I gulp feeling for the first time afraid of him.

"Mark my words, heads will roll if you do not move right now!" he says loudly and clearly scaring the officers who all start to move.

"Run through what happened again," he says to me.

I let out a breath trying to calm myself and begin running through what happened.

"Dad," Bella says running into his arms. "I'm sorry," she sobs out.

He pulls back and looks her over and his eyebrow rises at the shirt she has on.

"She was cold, so I gave her my shirt," I mumble making him smile at me.

"What happened?" he asks her.

She looks at me as I stroke her arm, and then take a hold of her hand as she runs through telling him her version.

Both of our stories match starting from when I arrived at the lot.

"Charlie?" an officer says sounding cheerful, but looking worried.

"Do not Charlie me, Frank. Has my daughter who was attacked been looked at by the station physician?"

"I am sure if she told them she was hurt she would have been checked over," he says keeping his smile.

"No," Bella states. "I asked them to let me call you, but they refused. Edward asked them to send for the doctor and they said he was busy and they would get back to me when he wasn't busy."

The front door opens and a man in a suit walks in.

"Well, it seems the District Attorney is here, so shall we get this straight?" Charlie says.

"What's going on, Frank?" the man Charlie said is a DA asks.

"This is Edward Masen; he is a felon on parole. He had a gun and she, Isabella Swan is the one who was obstructing justice, and gave the felon possession of the firearm. According to the officers' report, she was being disrespectful," Frank tells him making the Chief snort but doesn't say anything as the DA speaks.

"Bella, hearing you got arrested, I have to ask, why didn't you call me?" he asks as he hugs her to him.

My eyes flicker to Frank whose face starts to turn ashen.

"I asked for my phone call, but was refused. They wouldn't let me call anyone, and only let Edward make his call a short while ago. He called my dad," Bella tells them again.

"Hi, I am Marcus," he says holding out his hand.

I take it shaking it.

"I need you to come with me. I need to go over what happened before and after your arrest." Marcus stops and looks at Bella's feet.

"One of you, get her shoes right now!"

"I am happy to go through what happened, but can you get a doctor to look her over first?" I ask knowing that she's in pain. "And they should give her something for the pain."

My eyes flicker between Marcus and Charlie who both nod.

I watch as she is led off, and I feel more relaxed now that the Chief is here, and he seems to be handling this.

Marcus leads me into a room. "I am Marcus Deality, and I am the District Attorney for Clallam County, Washington. Mr. Masen, are you ready to give me your sworn statement?"

I give him a nod.

To me it is clear that both Bella and the Chief trust him, so I am going to give him the benefit of doubt, and talk. Doing my best to forget how the last District Attorney I spoke to didn't listen to the truth.


A/N: So that just happened ... how do you suppose this will go?

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