Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.

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Edward slept fitfully that night. He had nightmares varying in intensity and nature.

It started with Jake dangling the key of Mach One in front of him luring him toward the race that was about to start a few feet away. Edward could smell the adrenaline combined with the gas, and the key almost glowed calling to him like a piece of juicy steak. Then he sat behind the wheel and his opponent was a frail guy he immediately knew it was Brady. The one to give them the start was Bella. She was dressed in a skimpy skirt and tight shirt, wearing pig tails. At her start gesture, he zoomed ahead feeling the adrenaline pumping in his veins. But after he blinked, he was on the busy street in Chicago, five months ago. He was racing at a high speed, wavering between cars, passing red lights, with no clue of his destination. In his mad dash, he saw with the corner of his eye as on either side of the boulevard were his friends—his first gang from high school, Jasper, Alice, Jake and the others from the Rez, his parents, Emmett and Rose. Edward didn't stop, he kept going until he reached the docks. That's when it all became clear. He stepped out of the car and walked to the edge of the dock, looking at the departing boat. Bella was there, the moon's light falling on her. She was stoic, staring solemnly at him. His legs bucked and he fell to his knees.

"Don't go," he whimpered, reaching a hand, grasping through the air. "Bella."

The boat suddenly vanished, and he woke with a jerk, drenched in cold sweat. Edward hugged the blanket closer around his body, shivering.

What fucked up dream was that?

The clock on his nightstand read 5:55. No point in going back to bed. Not really.

He slipped out of his room and tiptoed to the guest bedroom. The door creaked loudly making him jump and look around before inching closer to the bed. Bella was curled in a ball, hugging the pillow.

He sat on the edge of the bed, a hand hovering above her head. Edward didn't want to lose Bella. He prayed this wasn't the last he'd see of her. There had always been this looming cloud above his head, and he knew that getting involved wasn't a good idea, especially not as invested as he had gotten in their relationship. Maybe if he'd told her from the beginning…

But it was too late to dwell on maybe and what if. He had to face the consequences in a few hours.

Slowly, softly Edward traced the back of his hand over Bella's cheek. "I'm sorry, baby."

As he left her room he knew there was only one way out. Even though it pained him, he knew that was the only way to keep him away from temptations and give him time to ponder over his deeds.

With the decision to speak to Emmett as soon as he got the occasion, Edward went to the kitchen in search for coffee.

It didn't take long for his mother to join him. She was surprised to find her son awake so early, but she loved spending time with him. She'd missed him so much.

Esme sat next to him at the table, stroking his hair. He gave her a small smile.

"Bella seems to be a nice girl," she said softly.

"She is." And I'm a royal fuck-up, he added in his head.

"I can't wait to have you back for second semester."

"Yeah…" He sipped from his mug, not meeting her eyes. If his plan worked, there would be no second semester for him. It was like he had sentenced himself, and maybe he had. Maybe choosing juvie was for his best—for everyone's best.

"Something wrong, hon? You look distracted."

"Just thinking…" He shrugged. "Emmett's wedding, you know? Bella meeting my parents."

"Stop worrying. We like her very much. You seem different, in a good way. It was a wise choice to go to Arizona."

"We?" Edward asked, surprised. "Dad likes her?"

"Very much so. He said it's a surprise you've done something smart in your life, but of course you knew how to choose your girlfriend, you are his son. His words." She giggled.

"Nice." He laughed. "Uh, Mom? What do I wear at Emmett's wedding?"

"I don't think it really matters. A dress shirt and jeans if you want."

"Oh." Edward looked into his cup. "Do I have to ask Bella to be my date?"

"That would be the polite thing to do." His mother nodded, cupping his cheek. "And don't fret. People mess up in relationships, but if your heart is truly in that relationship it will work."

"I doubt it will," he mumbled, fear gripping at his insides.

"You're too young, honey. But once you fell in love with the right person—"

"That's not the problem," he hissed, fixating his mother with his eyes. "She can never love me back. She can't because I'm an asshole. I messed up."

"That's why she's sleeping in the guest bedroom."

"One reason," Edward admitted. He wondered if it was a good idea to tell his mom about his greatest fears, but then again she'd always been there for him and knew what to say. Taking a cleansing breath, he started talking. He told her everything from how he started with the racing in Chicago, how he found himself in the middle of the desert attracted to this girl who was supposed to be his housemate, how they started the relationship based on lies, how he had helped Jake with the car, which led to the previous night when he spewed his darkest secret to the only girl he'd ever opened up and who made him feel so much.

His long speech was followed by silence, and Edward was sure he'd disappointed his mother.

"Oh, honey!" She wrapped him in her arms, swaying. "Why didn't you talk to me before? Before it was too late? Oh, Edward."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled in her shirt.

"It's alright. Everything's changed now. You're safe." She stroked his hair, kissing his temple repetitively. "Talk to Bella. Tell her exactly what you told me. She'll understand, honey."

"It's too late, Mom."

"No, it's not. Why do you keep saying that?" Esme took his face in her hands. "Sweetheart, don't do anything stupid."

Mother's sixth sense knew he was about to go to slaughter on his own accord.

Their conversation was cut short when Bella appeared in the doorway. She realized it was a bad time from the way Esme was hugging her son. He slipped from his mother's hug and went to his girlfriend. His fingers found hers and he pulled her closer, burrowing his face in her hair.

"Morning," Bella greeted them. "I'm sorry. Did I interrupt you?"

"Good morning, sweetie. Don't worry." Esme smiled at her. "Breakfast?"

"We'll be in my room," Edward said, leading Bella up the stairs.

"Is everything okay? Were you in my room earlier?" she asked, trying to keep up with his long legs.

He was surprised that she knew that piece of information. "Maybe." He opened the door of his room, allowing her to step in first. As she passed him, he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on her delectable ass.

Focus, Edward. He needed to keep his head clear and think of the matter at hand—gaining Bella's trust and making her see he wasn't the bad guy. Lying some more, actually. He was the bad guy.

"Bella," he started with false confidence, pacing the length of his room.

She sat on the edge of his bed, chewing on her lip as she followed him with her eyes. He looked like a caged lion.

"Bella," Edward repeated, raking his fingers through his hair. "I've been racing for pretty much as long as I have my driving license. I met Jasper a few months after my test. Basically, he taught me the opposite the instructor told me. It didn't take long for me to fall for this…driving fast, racing. Soon, I started competing. It was small, but then as I kept winning he promoted me until I got to the real deal with the real guys."

"Like in the movies?"

He glanced at her. "Yeah. He always knew where to hold the races so the cops won't find us, and it helped that I knew Emmett and inconspicuously told Jasper about the areas they were patrolling. It went well—more than well, perfect—until one of our races got compromised by the cops. Instead of pulling away and facing my problems, I sped away. I got so far I ended up in the boulevard where I got caught in traffic, but still sped. There were three cruisers after me—like in the movies." He chuckles nervously. "They kept calling through the megaphones for me to pull over, but I didn't. What stopped me was a car…to which I collided. It was frontal and thank God I was wearing the seatbelt."

"Holy shit!" Bella covered her mouth.

"I had a fractured rib and many bruises. The other guy wasn't so lucky."

"As in…"

"Yes. But not dead, only he had it worse than me. They took ages to extract him from the car because he had broken hips. He had internal bleeding and was in the hospital for months. I don't know if he's out." Edward nodded solemnly. "I was still seventeen when it happened and the process was quick. Emmett saved me from being sent to juvenile detention by telling the judge he'd send me to a student exchange program where I'd be monitored by a cop, and after my senior year they would decide my life."

"What?" Bella gasped. Her brained seemed to have stopped functioning.

"They're either going to absolve me of my felonies—because that accident was the worst of them, but before I've done tons of stupid stuff like drinking, robbing stores, drugs…you name it."

"Or?" she asked in a small voice. "If they don't absolve you?"

"It's prison." He stopped pacing. "But if I chose juvie now when it's not too late…I get to spend only three years there. I think."

"Are you crazy? Edward, are you planning on going to juvie? Have you lost your mind?"

"That's my place, Bella. Can't you see? I can't seem to stay out of trouble if I'm free."

Bella got up so fast she was a blur and then charged at him, grabbing his by the front of his shirt. "Don't do anything stupid! I can't even think of you going to that place! Edward!"

"Why do you care? I thought you hated me after learning I love to race."

"It's true I hate racing and everything it involves, but Edward…you've changed as you said, and…and…I can't tell you what to do with your life." Tears spilled from her brown eyes as she looked into his green ones. "But don't throw your life away. Emmett saved you once, but no one can save you from yourself. If you think you deserve to go there…then you've lost your will to fight. Don't I mean anything to you?"

"Of course you do!"

"Then fight for me, damn it!"

He stared at her in surprise. He hadn't heard her cussing before.

Looking in her eyes he realized he'd got it all wrong. They hadn't spoken the words but they were there, he could feel them, could feel the love.

"Bella," he murmured, wrapping his fingers in her hair, bringing her head closer and kissing her desperately. She reciprocated, jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist.

They were too immersed in their post-fight making-out session to hear the door opening.

"There is no need to devour the poor girl, son. Breakfast is ready," Carlisle announced his presence.

The couple jumped apart, blushing scarlet.

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