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We pulled into the Cullen's long, lit up driveway and I turned to Edward. He looked exhausted. His face had a little bit of dried blood and the wounded area was starting to turn a dark shade of gray. He turned and caught me staring at him. He gave me a halfhearted smile. "Come on, love," he said, turning the car off and taking the key out of the ignition.

He walked around the car and helped me out. My back was stiff as hell. He grabs the bag from the backseat and we slowly walk in. Then next ten minutes are a blur of hugs and tears. Esme is heartbroken and Carlisle is checking injuries. Emmett is retelling the story with so much enthusiasm that I think I am going to get whiplash while listening to him. And while all of this commotion is going on, Edward and I are still here holding on to one another.

Edward is talking to his family about what happened and I am sitting with him. I must have dozed off because when I wake up I'm in a bed and there the sunlight is piercing through the closed blinds. I can't believe I slept so well. The bed was soft, big, and warm. The room I was in was dimly lit and I heard the sound of a shower. I sat up to take in what was around me and it almost looked like the room in Edward's apartment. There were large bookshelves taking over one wall, photographs hanging on other walls, a couch, a large plasma TV, and an iPod sound system. I tried to get up, but I decided that because I was in pain I should just chill out and stay put.

The shower turned off and not more than a few minutes later, Edward walked out with a towel around his waist. His sculpted body was still glistening with water and I thought I had pretty much died at that point.

"Good morning, sunshine," Edward said brightly. He looked more relaxed than he did last night and while the bruise on his face darkened, but it was cleaned up.

"Hi," I said, groggily.

"How are you, baby?" He was now looking through his closet for some clothes. I noticed his back had some black and blue marks on it.

"I'm sore," I told him truthfully. He came and sat on the bed. Still in a towel.

"Can I do anything for you?" Take off the towel, and then we'll talk.

"No, I just need a shower. I feel dirty," I told him. He came and kissed me on the forehead and he showed me where the towels were so I could take a shower.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked.

"I want to lay in bed all day with you." Oh shit, I said that out loud.

"I think I can arrange that," he said coming up to me and holding my hips, pressing me against him. He lightly grazed my lips with his, but I pulled away.

"Morning breath," I said. Although I wanted to kiss him, I needed to brush my teeth and shower. He laughed, and then left the bathroom closing the door behind him.

I started the shower and let the water massage my body as I washed up. I looked down at my stomach. It was black and blue.

His hands gripped my waist tightly as I struggled to get away. He turned me around and away from the counter that I was standing by. He smells like he bathed in whiskey. He pushed me down onto my stomach. There was nothing around for me to grab onto or to hit him or distract him with. "When were you planning on coming back home? You're my wife remember? Instead you're here being this guy's little whore?" He kicked my left side and pushed me onto my back with his foot. "Answer me, bitch!"

"You think I want to come home to this? You're scum, Michael. Fucking scum!" I yelled and tried to get up, but he was too quick and kicked me again, this time harder. And then he did it again. And again. I have had it! "Your parents would be ashamed that you were there son! Go ahead! Hit me again! Your mother would love to see the little boy she raised," I yelled out. I didn't care about the consequence.

He continued the blows to my lower body. He always tried to keep the beatings as discreet as possible so our friends wouldn't get suspicious. By keeping them lower on my body, he knew that I could cover them. Isn't he just the most thoughtful man?

The next time he hit me, it hurt. I cried out and instinctively put my arms around my waist. I hated giving him the satisfaction and letting him know I was in pain.

I didn't realize it, but I was crying. I knew now more than ever that I didn't deserve any of what Mike gave me. I was always there for him. When his parents died, I did what I could to comfort him. He's the reason I haven't seen my parents in a long time.

Edward is the reason I can honestly say I feel happy. I'm happy. I started laughing. I'm so fucking happy! And I deserve it.

I had to see Edward. I got out of the shower, put on Edward's shirt that was hanging on the bathroom door and a pair of boy shorts. My hair was still damp, but I could deal with that later. I walked out and he was standing at in his closet with a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

"Edward!"

"Bella, is everything-," he started but I ran to him and I needed to kiss him. I couldn't find his lips soon enough. He didn't resist what so ever. But we had to come up for air sometime…

"I love you. I love you so much. I'm so happy with you. Don't ever leave me," I said and I pecked his lips again. "God, I love you." He laughed lightly.

"I love you too. And not that I am complaining, baby, but you ran out here so fast. Why?"

"I just, I was thinking. And we've known each other for a couple of days and even with everything that has happened, I have never felt so…complete. You love me. That's all I needed. I don't need anything fancy. I just needed someone to care. And you do. Edward, you really do. And after everything, I deserve it," I said.

"You really do deserve it, love," he said. He leaned down to kiss me again, this time with more haste. His lips moved fast, but steady. His tongue grazed my lower lip and I let him in immediately. He continued his kiss for a while longer and then moved down to my neck.

His hands were moving up my body towards my breasts."Mmm, baby that feels good," I moaned out, his mouth still on my neck.

He moved his way up my neck to my ear. "I can make you feel even better," he said. That sent a shiver through my entire body. I moaned again. "You look sexy in my clothes," Edward said between kisses. He came back up and kissed my lips one more time, before pulling away. "I love you."

"Mmm, I love you too."

"You want to come get breakfast with me?" I nodded, remembering that we were at his parent's house and I don't know my way around here.

He took my hand and led me out of his room into what looked like a living room. There was a large TV mounted on one wall and there was a large brown couch and a matching chair and lounge in one area. In one corner there was a piano and a guitar. One wall of the room was painted a chocolate brown and the rest of the walls in that room were a dark teal blue. It was a beautiful room. "Edward, is this part of your room?"

"This is my part of the property," he said. I have no idea what that means. "This is a part of the main house that belongs to me. When my parents built the house, it was intended as a guest house, but when I turned 16 my parents told me that if I kept up with my grades and stayed out of trouble I could stay here," Edward explained.

"That's really awesome of your parent's to do that," I said. "So, why do you stay in an apartment if you have a house right here?"

"Tanya didn't want to live so close to my parents. Which I still don't understand because it's not like they can just come in. There is a front door with a lock, but whatever. She picked the apartment because it was close to her work and she likes living in the city. But now I think that she wanted to move away from my parents so she didn't have to sneak in whoever she was sleeping with," Edward said. I could tell he was annoyed with the situation.

"Oh, you think she was sleeping with people before you guys got married?"

"At the time I didn't, but now that I think about it she was sometimes shady and I feel like it is a possibility. If she was going to be unfaithful while we were married, I would think that it's a possibility that she was when we weren't married." He definitely had a point. I don't know why anyone would want to cheat on him.

"True."

"Alright, so what would you like to eat, my love?" He asked, his tone now getting playful. I could tell he was avoiding talking about this. It's fine with me, but I know that it is something he needs to get off of his chest.

"It doesn't matter to me." We decided on just some toast and fruit. The kitchen in the guest house was much larger than what I expected. It was larger than the one in Edward's apartment. I poured us some orange juice and took them back into the bedroom because that is where we decided to stay. He came in a few moments later with our food. He handed me some jelly covered toast, which I took quickly. I hadn't eaten in a while.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Edward asked taking a bite of his toast. He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He had jelly on the corner of his mouth.

"Babe, you got a little something right there on your lips," I told him.

"Would you be a dear and get it for me?" Ah I see where this is going. I went and kneeled next him and gave the former of his mouth an open mouthed kiss, so I could get the bit of jelly he probably purposely put there.

"I'm going to go grab something to watch," I said as I pulled away from him. I got up and walked over to the bookshelf that had a movie collection as well. I grabbed the eighth season of Friends. I put in the first disc in and went to settle into Edward's chest. The bowl of fruit was sitting between us.

We both reached out for the same strawberry. "We'll share it." I put half of the strawberry in my mouth and got on my knees. I leaned into him and he did the same, taking the rest of the strawberry with his teeth.

"I like sharing," he said with an all too sexy smirk. I kissed him once again. I kissed him harder than I have before. I have never wanted someone so much in my life. My hands ran up and down his chest and I heard a moan escape from his mouth. A shudder ran through my body.

His hands ran up his shirt that I had on and he moved up to my uncovered breasts. He ran his hands back down to the hem of the shirt, which was on my mid-thigh. He moved it up and over my head. His mouth moved from my mouth, down my neck to the center of my chest. I couldn't help but moan at the contact of his mouth.

My mind was rushing and he continues massaging my body with his hands and his mouth. He looked at me and put his hands at the top of my boy shorts asking for permission. I wanted to give him everything. I nodded, in a way that told him that he could take them off.

I wanted this so bad, I have never felt so happy and complete. It was Edward and his love. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. And in the long run, I guess sometimes all you need is love.

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