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Okay, so apparently I had decided to work on my English paper, but then you guys made me high off of reviews, and did I feel like writing a paper, no. No, I didn't. So the high off of reviews thing really works because this would've been postponed a few days.

Wow, I'm very persuadable… but I love it!

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Lecia- for her sister's 'slam piece' haha.

MsWhiteChristmas- for enduring her… weird (if I may be so bold) father, and the Tyler thought haha.

SomethinSurreal- for wanting to join in when her parents were 'wrestling' haha that had to be my favorite story! And yeah, girl, it helped me get high!

Tw1l1ght4ev3r- for putting up with her, if I may be bolder, crazy ass father and loving the story XD !

ElspethGordie- for reading the chapters to her husband… haha.

SaraHellen- we both love sweet Edward XD!

Sanders61584- for the weird sexual arrangement… and having the same school status as me! I really hate those fake, popular girls… (And if any of you readers are one… no offense?)

Angel27eyes- for having been walked in on. Crazy.

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VOTE FOR PEDRO-

LAST OF SILENCE-

Charlie got a bit smarter, I think. I think he knew he gave me more than I could handle last time, and he was a bit lighter than that. I hadn't seen the knife again, thank God.

I'd made sure to abide by his rules though, as not to provoke him.

So when I knew Charlie was asleep, and he hadn't checked on me in a couple of days, I jumped at this first chance.

I shakily walked towards that floorboard and had to work to pry it open.

It was really hard to get off so I knew Charlie hadn't been in this.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I listened for his snore and when I heard it, I continued.

I lifted the floorboard and… there it was. My 14 year old hand writing.

Bella Swan.

Mr. Clapp, science.

CURRENTLY ON SILENCE-

I was anxious.

This night wasn't ending fast enough and I was paranoid that Charlie would pick this exact moment to bust me… I mean, sure, getting the journal to Edward might be easy, but if I'm this paranoid when I'm alone, then I'm going to be a complete mess near Charlie…

My eyes burned holes in my backpack… I was too nervous to put it there in plain sight, but I stuck it inside of my backpack in the bottom. You had to take everything out before you got to the journal.

I took a shaky breath. It would be easy from now onward, deliver the journal, go to court, Charlie goes to jail.

Simple.

I just had to do my part. But my lying skills weren't going to cut it. If I focused on it this much, he'd know something was up.

I searched my mind for something to ponder, and then landed on an English essay I had due in two weeks. I'd already finished my other homework, so why not?

That distracted me until I got sleepy.

BASBASBASBAS

I woke up the next morning happy that I'd gotten the essay done, but no matter how much of a distraction I tried to provide myself with, one look at my backpack would change that. All of my worries were brought back full force.

Breathe, Bella.

I told myself, and I shook my head.

Charlie has probably already left for the station. He won't know a thing.

And I was right, my paranoia was eating me alive. I gave myself a weak smile of encouragement and hoisted myself off of the bed.

Halfway through brushing my teeth, I heard movement coming from downstairs.

Damn. Damn.

I thought, and my breath quickened, eyes widened. I questioned myself on where I left my backpack, but it was in my room.

Okay, so I'd have to get past Charlie this morning, I got past him yesterday, no big deal, so who says today will be any different, right?

Right…

I hurried through the rest of my morning routine and held my backpack in a vice grip after checking once more to see if the journal was visible.

Let's just get this over with.

"Isabella." He said as my hand reached for the door. I groaned. Not now.

I turned to face him. "I thought I told you never to see him again. I thought I told you never to associate with that scum again. I thought I told you that you couldn't be near him again." He said, his voice resonating through the room in an incessantly strident fashion.

Oh no, Edward… he was talking about Edward.

"I-"

"Don't interrupt me, slut." He said and with his hands, grabbed both of my shoulders and slammed me into the wall, making my head bash into it. I sucked in a breath but whimpered, only letting a few tears by.

He smirked smugly, "Yeah, you don't like that, do you, bitch? You sit next to him in school now. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

He reached for my left wrist, and with a force that could've brought down an army, twisted with all of his might.

"Charlie! P-please!"

I screamed for him to stop, tears kept flowing, and I was starting to feel light headed.

"Well, you don't have to worry now because I switched all of your classes, and now you don't have an excuse to see him the entire day." He said, that dusky smirk on his face.

I gasped, but not because of what he'd done with my schedule. I looked down with teary eyes to see my wrist an angry red color.

I reached up with the back of my hand to my head and was thankful that I couldn't feel any blood.

It still hurt like hell, though.

With that, he gave me another glance and walked away. "Now, I know I said to consider that last one a warning," he looked at his watch, "but I honestly thought we'd have more time to have fun today… maybe after school, if I feel like you're worth it."

I heard him leave. And aside from the pain in my wrist, the throbbing in my head wouldn't seem to go away. I took two Advil, which would work.

I went upstairs to hurriedly, because it was almost time for school, put one of my used braces on my wrist.

I looked in the mirror and saw… well, nothing to account for, my head made my vision pretty blurry.

I got in the car, ignored the pain, and got to school.

Lucky for me, I had Angela in three of my new classes.

Unluckily for me, Charlie was right, and I had absolutely no way of seeing Edward the entire day. At my every period he was at the opposite side of the school.

And here I was, back in biology… I liked the one class I'd had with him… so, being the masochist I am, I decided to sit in his exact seat. He'd had this the class before me and-

And he knew that. I'd briefly flashed him a view of my schedule with a note on the bottom, saying that I had the diary journal thing.

My eyes narrowed, I feel like if we had a class this close together, he wouldn't have just ignored that.

I looked around his desk and, to my elation, found his messenger bag. When I knew that no one would have been looking, I quickly stuffed it in there and put it back in its prior position.

"Mr. Clapp?" An unmistakable voice asked and my eyes shot to the door, where Edward stood, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen?" He answered.

Edward chuckled lightly, "You see, I left my backpack in here and-"

"Go and fetch it." Our teacher said and continued on with the lesson.

His eyes locked with mine once the other students had refocused.

He got his messenger bag and, because I was sitting behind everyone and no one was paying attention to me, kissed the brace he had just seen.

His gesture warmed my heart. He looked at me once more and left.

I had included a sticky note saying I would be okay in the bag, so he wouldn't worry like he usually does, but I knew he'd worry anyways.

So he had it now, and I'd just have to wait until he gave it to Carlisle .

BASBASBASBAS

I came home from school that day, craving for Edward to be here. What I had excused for such an easy transition yesterday is what I had mistaken for something bigger… this.

Edward and I didn't really go past a plan from here, but I was going to assume that things would go into action soon.

I was kind of surprised that Charlie wasn't here… he said he'd be in after I got home from school, so I had already been braced for him to be here to finish what he had unfortunately started.

I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't have the book in my possession so I had no way of screwing it up. Well, at least Charlie wasn't here…

I scurried up to my room and felt relaxed as I tossed my backpack to the floor by my bed, unscrewing a cap from my water while putting a heating pad to my wrist and some ice to my head.

It still felt kind of fuzzy and I regretted ever agreeing to come back here… but it needed to be done, and I needed to do it.

E.P.O.V.

"Yeah, I have it." I said happily as I quickly handed the book to Carlisle . Some of the officers who had flown down after us hovered around him.

He skimmed through it, his eyes widening sadly at some of the things that rested on its pages. I heard murmurs coming from the others.

He sighed, closing it again. One of the officers behind him spoke, "We can definitely get a warrant for arrest off of this."

I smiled, "Good. But I want her out of there as soon as she can get out. She's come to school with different bruises both days."

Carlisle nodded, "Of course, we will be putting every effort into this. You guys know the drill?" He asked the others. They straightened and nodded.

"Good. Let's go, then." He said, standing and gathering some things.

I took a deep breath.

B.P.O.V. (About ten minutes earlier.)

Charlie had, indeed, come home, and when he did, he grunted at me.

"Get over here, kid." He said sternly.

I took a deep breath, going over to him.

"Make dinner. I'm hungry." He slapped my back to propel me into the kitchen and I felt the air being knocked out of me.

Without complaint, I went into the kitchen to make ravioli.

I heard Charlie waddle over to the next room and click on the TV.

"Ah!" I screeched when I heard a sharp kick.

My head flipped around to see the door. On the ground.

I gasped, looking up to see Carlisle , and about seven other guys, armed.

They all rushed in different directions, no one paying any mind to me.

Carlisle rushed straight to the living room and I heard some clinks.

"Who the hell are you?!" I heard Charlie's unmistakable voice.

I heard another push to something that sounded like a wall. And I wanted desperately to go and see what was happening, but I was stuck frozen on the counter.

"Let go of me! I didn't do anything!" Said Charlie.

I heard metal. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you."

I couldn't listen anymore. Sirens rung in my ears as I saw Charlie being pulled from the house in handcuffs.

But that wasn't what registered the most.

What registered the most what the look. It said, 'Isabella Marie Swan, when this gets cleared, you bitch, you're dead.'

I gripped the counter in a death grip as he was pulled from the door, I heard engines running.

I fell to the wood floor with a bang, nails dragging across my skin as I sat there, huddled.

Had this finally happened?

I heard a loud sob erupt from inside of my chest.

"Bella, you're okay. Shh, listen. I'm here." Came a voice I knew all too well.

My head snapped up to see Edward. "E-Edward…" I sobbed again and he brought me into his arms.

"It happened, he's g-gone." I sobbed out and felt him pull me closer.

I heard the padding of someone and looked up again. He was one of the officers that helped with the arrest.

"Yes?" Edward answered for me.

The officer cleared his throat. "I'm here to inform you that Charlie Swan has been taken into custody at an Oregon station. Officer Cullen will keep you updated hereon out." He said, cocked his head to us and left.

I felt more tears explode, and I leaned against Edward for support.

"He's gone… no more…"

I whispered that and other incoherent words into Edward's welcoming arms.

BASBASBASBAS

"Bella, my dear, how are you?" Asked Carlisle .

I smiled, "Fine… again, thank you so, so much, Carlisle . I honestly can't even begin to thank-"

He cut me off with his hand. "Please don't, this is justice, what I do." He smiled at me.

Edward let out a breath, "So what you're saying is that Charlie is put away?"

Carlisle laughed, "Ha! No, we haven't had the trial, yet. What I'm saying," turning serious now, "is that Charlie can be held in custody until we get more facts."

I frowned, "And that means?"

He sighed, "Well, Bella, we can't keep him for more than 48 hours."

My eyes bugged out, and Edward asked, "We only have 48 hours to gather up enough evidence for a jury?"

"Wait, wait, wait! Whoa! What about the journal, isn't that enough?" I asked.

Carlisle groaned, "Bella, it was enough to take him into custody and get a search warrant."

I sagged against the couch. "But he's a cop… he doesn't just have evidence around the house. Besides, doesn't that journal point the finger at him?" I asked.

Carlisle shook his head, "This is only one piece of evidence, Bella, we need several things to point the finger at him, don't get me wrong… this is strong evidence, just not exactly strong enough."

I groaned, "I have nothing else…"

Carlisle and Edward pressed on, and I felt the gazes of several cops on me, "Bella, you're a key part of this investigation… we need you in order to carry on with this."

I closed my eyes together, "I'm drawing a blank… I mean… if you have some of that high tech blood seeing stuff… there might still be some dry blood on the walls by the living room?"

Carlisle narrowed his eyes, "Actually, we've already done that, Bella. The blood was there, alright, but we have no way of knowing if it's yours or not. It was contaminated by cleaning liquid, so it could belong to anyone. I mean, sure, we can still argue that there's blood, but there's nothing putting him here when it happened."

I bit my lip, "Then I have nothing… I never told anyone, neither did he, we live in a secluded area…"

Carlisle nodded, "And we've taken that into account. But we need to put him at that scene. If trial is in two days, we need more than anonymous blood, a photo diary, and a secluded house. It'll make a pretty convincing argument, and we could most likely put him away with just this, but I would rather have one more thing that includes him in all of this mess."

BASBASBASBAS

The officers were currently raiding my house, and we had about 31 hours to go… about two hours in, I broke down… I felt that I couldn't really be helpful, and Carlisle had Edward take me away from the scene to go to his house and watch TV or something.

"Don't worry, Bella. They'll take care of things, Bella… because even with what we have, we put up a pretty good case."

I nodded, he was right, I was just being paranoid…

"I know they will."

I heard a knock at their door. Edward ruffled my hair playfully and got up to get it. I heard the door open.

"Is Isabella Swan here?" I heard a voice say.

"How do you feel about having your father arrest your girlfriend's father?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Many voices like that rang out and I stood up to go and see what happened.

"Oh!" I shrieked when I came up beside Edward.

As I walked up, more screaming started. "Isabella!" People shouted over and over again.

Outside, there were at least 15 reporters, and behind them, more people in cars.

I looked to Edward and him to me. He reached for the door and closed it shut, sighing and pulling me away from the door after locking it.

BASBASBASBAS

After sleeping the night, we still had around 20 hours to go. We were currently wondering if we would make it to the 48 hour mark to find that one thing.

But I knew how tricky Charlie was, I knew that they wouldn't find anything. I lived in that damn house every single day for years on end. I'd have known if something would've given him away. There wasn't. I was sure of it.

Apparently, Edward saw my distress, "Bella, love, please calm down… they'll find it." He said encouragingly.

I leaned against his shoulder.

BASBASBASBAS

About eight hours away from deadline, we got a call from Carlisle .

"Hey, Carlisle , have you found anything?" Edward asked excitedly. I could hear because Edward had put him on speaker phone.

"Actually… yes, we have, thankfully. We've been in this place for a couple of days almost… and we found something in Charlie's room."

Yeah, I stopped there, sue me. Haha, never mind, please don't.

So this was supposed to be up on Tuesday, because I had a paper to write. But the reviews got me high and damn… I needed to release my high-ness into writing.

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