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Chapter 20: Police Report and the Aftermath
BPOV
I had no idea who sent this to me. I figured I'd go and check my mailbox. I grabbed my keys and scampered to the mailroom. I unlocked my box and found a large envelope in there. I ripped open the envelope and took out its contents. There were pictures. Pictures of me and Edward. I flipped through the pictures and they were taken during the past two weeks. Each picture indicated that the photographer had gotten closer and closer. The final picture scared me. It was Edward and I walking hand in hand. His face was crossed off and had the word "dead" underneath. My face was enclosed in a heart and said "mine." I raced up the three flights of stairs to Edward's room. I frantically banged on the door. Edward opened the door and he was wearing nothing but a towel.
"Hey beautiful," he said with a smile. That smile quickly faded when he saw the panicked look on my face.
"Look!" I screamed as I shoved the pictures into his hands. He scanned the pictures and his eyes widened. Emmett had also come and peered over his shoulder. Edward got to the final picture and his face paled. Emmett roared. Edward pulled me into their room and sat me down on the couch. Emmett sat down next to me and I heard Edward putting on clothes.
Edward sat down next to me after he dressed. He was wearing some track pants and a t-shirt. "When did you get these, baby?" he asked.
"I got an email today saying I had a 'surprise' waiting for me in the mail. I went downstairs and checked my box and this was inside."
"We've got to go to the police, Bella."
EPOV
I stared at the pictures in my hands. They were obviously taken with a telephoto lens. There were pictures of Bella and me around campus, laughing, kissing, hugging…The one picture with my face crossed off and stating "dead" scared me. Terrified me. Not that I feared for my own life, I did, but I feared for Bella's. This was personal. Whoever was sending these pictures was trying to scare my girl. Suffice it to say, the trembling woman on my couch, is a pretty clear-cut indicator that she was scared.
I got up from the couch and gathered my keys and the pictures. I crouched in front of Bella who was sobbing against Emmett's chest. "Bella, did you erase the email you got?" I asked.
"Nnnnnnn…no. It's still open on my laptop," she whimpered, clutching at her brother. He woodenly comforted her but I could tell that he was seething underneath his otherwise calm exterior.
"Come on, beautiful. Let's get your laptop and we're going to the police. Do you have that copy of the restraining order against Jacob with you?" I continued, reaching for her hand. She got up and collapsed against me. I held her tightly as she cried quietly.
"It's in my desk," was her muffled reply to my question. I nodded, kissing her head.
"I'm coming with you guys," Emmett said as he went to grab his jacket.
Wrapping my arms around Bella, we went down to Bella's room. Emmett was right on our heels. I sat her on her bed and shut down her computer, put it in the laptop bag and slung it over my shoulder. She sat on the bed, staring blankly at the floor. She looked so small and broken. With a frown, I also grabbed my leather jacket on her desk chair and placed it over her shoulders.
"Which drawer is the restraining order?" I asked, caressing her pale skin.
"Middle one, in a manila envelope," she muttered.
I opened the middle drawer and grabbed the envelope there. I also swiped Bella's cell phone from its charger. Emmett had given Bella some socks and shoes, as she ran up the stairs from the mailroom barefoot. She was putting them on but she looked like she was in a daze. Emmett was rubbing her shoulders, looking at her with concern etched into his normally jovial face. I gently tapped Emmett on the shoulder and nodded to the door. Emmett helped Bella off of the bed. I reached for her hand and linked my fingers with hers. We slowly walked down to the parking lot to where Bella had parked my car. I put Bella and Emmett in the backseat. I slid into the driver's side. Bella curled into Emmett's side began crying hysterically. Each sob ripped through my body. It pained me to see Bella so upset and scared. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
I eased out of the parking lot and drove the short distance to the police station in town. I parked in a visitor's parking spot and grabbed Bella's laptop bag, the envelope and phone. Emmett got her out of the car. As soon as she was out, she wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed very tightly. I embraced her and swayed her slowly. I wanted her to know that she was safe, protected. I wanted her to know that I would not be hurt. I wanted her to know that I loved her. I pressed a gentle kiss into her damp hair and rested my cheek on the top of her head. "Let's go inside, beautiful."
She nodded against my chest but refused to let go of my body. We moved to the entrance of the police station. Emmett held open the door and we walked inside. He strode up to the reception desk in the foyer of the station. I heard him talk to the receptionist, explaining the situation as best as he could. I just held onto Bella in the chairs in the reception area. Her small body was shaking with silent sobs of terror. She held onto me with a vice grip. After about five minutes, I heard shuffling and a short, blonde haired woman who was in her thirties approached us.
"Hello. My name is Detective Jane Raisor. If you would come back into my office, we can discuss what's been going on," she said with a tight smile. Bella pulled away and wiped her face. She got up of her own volition, but was still shaky on her feet. I snaked my hand around her waist and supported as we walked to Detective Raisor's office. We entered a small room with two beat-up desks. There was a man sitting at one of the desks, scribbling something down on a legal pad. "This is my partner, Detective Alec Lutz. We've been assigned to your case. Please sit down."
Bella sat and I sat down in the chairs closest to the desks. Emmett pulled up a chair from the corner.
"First off, please tell us your names and the nature of your complaint," Det. Raisor said professionally.
"I'm Isabella Marie Swan. I'm a student at Emerson University," she began. Shakily, she described her situation with Jacob and what he did to her: his controlling nature, his emotional abuse and the attempted sexual assault. As Bella told her story, Emmett was fuming next to me. He looked like he was ready to kill Jacob for what he did to his sister.
"On the first day of classes, Jacob contacting me through a text message saying I was his," Bella continued softly.
"Do you have that text message?" Det. Lutz asked.
"It was on my old phone. I've since switched carriers and got a new number," she said sadly. I reached into the laptop bag and pulled out the old phone that she had when we met.
"This is the phone she mentioned, sir," I said quietly.
"And you are?" Det. Lutz asked.
"I'm Edward Cullen. I'm also a student at Emerson University. I'm also Bella's boyfriend. This is her brother, Emmett Swan," I said gesturing to Emmett. Det. Lutz took Bella's old phone and plugged it into his computer. He began swiping his hands over the keys, presumably looking for the text.
"Okay, Bella. Please continue," Det. Raisor said gently.
"After I got the text message from Jacob, I contacted my father in Forks, Washington. He is the retired police chief there. I told him what happened and he managed to get me a restraining order against Jacob. He sent me a copy a couple weeks ago. However, it is only valid in the state of Washington," she added. I handed her the manila envelope with the restraining order. She gave it to Det. Raisor. She opened the envelope and quickly perused the order. She got up and went to a copy machine. She quickly copied the restraining order, placed it back into the envelope and handed it back to Bella. "As mentioned earlier, I got a new phone number that is local and unlisted. My name is not even associated with the phone. It's under Edward's name."
"That was a wise thing to do, Bella. I'm assuming that there is more to your story since you look like you've been crying," Det. Lutz said.
No shit, Sherlock! You went to the police academy to fine tune your skills of deduction and you can tell she's been crying? The red cheeks and tear stains aren't a dead giveaway.
Bella nodded as a tear fell down her cheek. I reached and gently rubbed it away. She rested her head against my hand and took a deep breath. "About two weeks ago, I started getting phone calls on my new number. It was an unknown number, so I don't know who it was. At first, I ignored it. However, they kept increasing in the frequency of calls throughout the day. The most recent one was on Saturday of last week. Edward threatened to go to the police and they abruptly stopped. I thought all of this was behind me. Until today. I got an email from a private email address saying I had a surprise sent to me. It was sent to me via regular mail. I went to my mailbox and there was a large envelope filled with pictures. There were pictures of Edward and me on campus. However, the final picture in the sequence is what scares me," Bella said as she reached for the envelope. She pulled out the photos and flipped to the picture where I was "dead," and Bella was "mine."
"Do you think that it's this Jacob?" Det. Raisor asked.
"I'm almost positive. Or an accomplice. I don't know but I'm so scared, Detective Raisor," Bella said looking Raisor in the eyes.
"Do you have that email printed out? And your new cell phone?" Det. Lutz asked.
Bella looked at me and I pulled out her laptop and handed it to the Detective. I also reached in my pocket and pulled out her phone and gave it to him. "Any other reason you might think it may be Jacob?" Det. Raisor pressed as Det. Lutz hooked up Bella's computer and phone to another computer in the room.
"I mentioned that the phone calls began two weeks ago. I had spoken with my father and he ran into Jacob's father at a local restaurant in Forks. Jacob was with him. He may have taken my phone number from my father's phone when he wasn't looking."
"Okay, Bella. We'll look into this. My partner is in the process of downloading your information from the computer to our hard drive so we can see if we can locate the IP address of the sender's email. We're also checking if we can get the private number. We may not be able to tell you who is calling you, but we could at least get a general location. Here's my card and my partner's card. Call us if anything else happens. We're going to keep the photos for the time being. Were you the only to touch them?" Det. Raisor asked.
"No. Edward also handled them," Bella said.
"Before you leave, we're going to print you to exclude you from the sample on the photos. Hopefully, we'll be able to figure out who sent those. It should be about a half hour to get your information onto our hard drive. Let's get you printed and then you can head back to Emerson," Det. Raisor said with a comforting smile.
She got up from her desk and led Bella and I into another room. She got a device that was plugged into the wall and brought it to us. She instructed Bella to put her hand on the screen of the device and it scanned her hand. She also had to put her thumb on a smaller screen on the bottom of the device. She repeated the process for her other hand and I did the same with my hands. Bella looked at Det. Raisor with a look of skepticism.
Det. Raisor laughed, "Were you expecting to get your fingers all inky?"
"Actually, yeah. Very high tech gadget you got there," Bella said warily.
"It's much more accurate the ink, trust me. Your computer and phone should be ready to go. Please don't hesitate to call me if anything else happens, okay?"
"Will you call us when you get information from the IP address and cell phone number?" I asked.
"Of course. Bella, please write down your number on this sheet and we'll call you if we find anything out," Det. Raisor said.
Bella scribbled down her number on the corner of the legal pad that Det. Raisor indicated. We walked back to her office and we saw Emmett and Det. Lutz looking at some garbled nonsense on his computer screen. Det. Lutz was running his hands over the computer, clearly looking for something. Emmett was gazing at the screen, with a look of anger. Det. Lutz was getting frustrated with whatever he was looking at. Emmett eyes widened.
"Try a recursive algorithm. That should get the IP address," Emmett said quietly.
Det. Lutz looked up at Emmett with a confused look. He turned to his partner and she nodded for him to try it. Det. Lutz hit a few keys on the computer keyboard and garbled nonsense cleared up.
"Do you know anyone in Port Angeles? The IP address of the computer is from an internet café there," Det. Lutz said.
"Jacob," Bella whispered and she collapsed into my arms. I gently laid Bella onto the hard floor of the police station. I placed her head into my lap. I looked up to Emmett and he was as white as a ghost.
I vaguely heard Det. Raisor on the phone, talking to someone. I was too worried about Bella. Her skin was very pale and clammy. Her breaths were shallow. I gently pushed her hair from her face and I felt tears prick my eyes. She looked so fragile, so tiny.
Det. Raisor knelt on the floor next to me and pressed her fingers to Bella's neck. She got up and rummaged through her desk. She returned with a small bottle. She removed the lid and waved it under Bella's nose. Bella started coughing at the pungent smell. Her eyes fluttered open and I gently rested my palm against her cold, clammy cheek. When she finally opened her eyes fully, they were glazed over and not focused on anything. I maneuvered my body so I could look directly at her.
"Bella, baby. It's Edward. You're okay," I whispered softly. "Look at me, beautiful."
She blinked her eyes a few times and they eventually focused on mine. "Is this a nightmare?" she croaked, tears filling her chocolate brown orbs.
"No, baby. You're awake," I said sadly.
Det. Raisor had left the room as Bella was waking up. She returned with some orange juice and a large cookie. "Sit her up, Edward," she said brusquely.
I helped Bella sit up and I settled myself behind her on the floor. Det. Raisor handed her the orange juice and the cookie. "Eat this, sweetheart. It'll get your blood sugar back up," Det. Raisor said as she tucked a hair behind Bella's ear. Bella took a tentative sip of the orange juice and nibbled on the cookie. Det. Raisor went back to her desk and pressed some numbers. I heard her talk on the phone in hushed tones.
Emmett had joined us on the floor and was rubbing Bella's leg. I tenderly rubbed Bella's arms and pressed kisses into her hair, nuzzling her neck. With each sip of her orange juice and nibble of her cookie, she seemed to get a bit stronger. She was not leaning against me as much. She finished the cookie and turned to me, "Can we please get off of the floor? Remember, I fell on my ass earlier."
"There's my Isabelly! Back to her smart-ass self!" Emmett said with a sad smile. He scrambled up and held out his hands for Bella. She reached up and he pulled her up easily. He enveloped her into a warm hug. I got up from my spot on the floor, dusted off my pants and watched Bella and Emmett. Emmett raised his head from Bella's head and grabbed my arm. He pulled me into the embrace as well. He turned his head and whispered in my ear, "You're a good man, Cullen. Thank you for being with my sister. I look forward to having you as a brother."
"Em, I can't breathe," Bella mumbled. "Squished between two massive guys."
"Sorry, Isabelly," he said as he released us both.
"Are we free to go, Det. Raisor?" I asked.
She was still on the phone. She held up one finger, indicating for us to wait. I intertwined my fingers with Bella's. I really wanted to get out of there. Bella needed to rest. She needed something more in her besides a cookie and some orange juice. Det. Raisor finished her phone call and hung up.
"I was on the phone with the District Attorney. They are going to contact the local District Attorney in Port Angeles to get a warrant for the list of users at the internet café. Hopefully, we'll be able to put this bed quickly. Thank you for your help, Mr. Swan. We'll call you with any further information. I hope things improve for you Bella."
"Thank you Det. Raisor. We're good to go?"
"Yes, you are. We'll be in touch," Det. Raisor said as she extended her hand to Bella. She shook it and turned to face me. "Home?"
"Your wish is my command," I said. I reached into my pocket and tossed my keys to Emmett. He was getting Bella's computer, phone and laptop bag.
"You're driving, Swan. I got to make sure that Bella is okay. I am a pre-med major after all," I said with a wink.
Emmett took the keys and we headed out of the police station. We all clambered into the car. Emmett was in the driver's seat, Bella and I were in the back. She laid down across the back seat and put her head in my lap. I ran my fingers through her hair as we drove back to campus. Bella must have fallen asleep as soon as her head was on my lap.
Her body became limp and her soft snores filled the car. She was dead to the world. I didn't want to wake her when we got back to the dorm. Emmett parked the car and he looked back at us. He had a wistful smile on his face. I slipped my legs out from Bella's head and ran to the other side of the car. I reached in and gently picked Bella up. She buried her head into the crook of my neck as I carried her up to her room. Emmett followed us with Bella's computer and phone. He unlocked her door and I saw that Jasper and Alice were in the room watching a movie. Alice jumped up when she saw Bella's sleeping form in my arms. I walked over to her bed, Alice had thrown back her covers, and placed her into her bed. I sat down and removed her shoes from her feet. I covered her with her quilt and she curled up.
I nodded to Alice and Jasper to join Emmett and me in the hallway. We told them what had happened. Alice started crying and Jasper, who is normally very calm and collected, punched the wall. We were telling them about the internet café, when I heard a blood curdling scream come from Bella and Alice's room. I ran back into the room and saw Bella thrashing in her bed, tears running down her face. I knelt next to her bed. Alice, Jasper and Emmett were on my heels.
"Bella! Bella, wake up, baby! You're dreaming!" I said forcefully. I ran my hands up and down her arms and tried to rouse her from her nightmare. "Bella. Please!"
Her eyes flicked up and they were crazed, filled with tears. She sat up in the bed and began frantically looking around. Her eyes finally settled on me and she roughly grabbed my face. "You're alive," she whispered.
"I'm not going anywhere, beautiful," I said reverently. "It was just a dream. He can't hurt you. We won't let him."
"If we see that fucker, he's a dead man, Bella," Jasper hissed.
"He won't know what hit him," Emmett growled.
"I'll pummel him with a stiletto, Bella," Alice chimed in.
"See? Jacob doesn't stand a chance. Alice is brutal with her stiletto attacks," I joked.
Bella smiled sadly. Her eyelids drooped. She was exhausted. "Can you stay with me, Edward?" she pleaded.
"Of course, beautiful." I slipped off my fleece and put it on her desk chair. Emmett, Jasper and Alice had left the room and I assumed they went upstairs to our room. I took off my shoes and got in between the covers. Bella nestled herself against my body, trying to get as close as possible. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed.
"I'm so scared, Edward. What if he finds me? What if tries to make me his? What if he hurts you?" she cried.
"Bella, I will do everything in my power to make sure that you are safe. He can't hurt me. He's in Washington," I reasoned.
"He could fly here and hurt you. Edward, he's huge. As tall as Emmett and just as strong, possibly stronger. He could…kill you," she said softly.
"Never gonna happen. Bella, we'll be fine. However, I do not want you walking around campus by yourself. Always have someone with you. Just as a precaution, please?"
She nodded and burrowed herself deeper against my chest. "I love you, Edward. I don't know what I would have done without you today."
"I love you more, beautiful. We will get through this. Jacob will get he deserves." Bella let out a huge yawn. "Go to sleep, beautiful. You need your rest." She nodded and I felt her body become heavier on mine. Within minutes, her breathing had evened out and she was asleep. I ran my hand up and down her back. I hummed her lullaby until my eyelids started to droop. With a final kiss to her forehead, I finally let sleep overcome me.
BPOV
It was official.
I hated Jacob Black.
He was an evil, sadistic motherfucker.
He is the epitome of pure evil and cruelty.
Will he never get it through his head that I didn't want him? I would never want him. I hated what I was when I was with him. I hated what he did to me. I hated what he is still capable of doing to me. Hopefully, this new evidence will finally put him behind bars, where he belongs. I was such an idiot in refusing press charges against him originally. I should have seen what he was capable of when he tried to attack me. I hated him. If there was an emotion that was more than hate, I would probably feel that, too.
Asshole.
Edward spent the night with me after I filed the police report against the mystery stalker. I could tell the detectives were hesitant to think it was Jacob until they had concrete evidence. I knew in my heart it was him. It had to be. When I woke up the next morning, I was still snuggled in Edward's arms. I looked up at his face and I saw tear stains on his cheeks. He had been crying. I hated that my pain caused Edward this anguish. It made me hate Jacob more.
Motherfucker!
When Edward finally woke up, he was insistent that I was never alone. He waited to shower until after Rose returned from her workout. He never left my side for the rest of the weekend. We spent Saturday night in his room. On Sunday, we hung out in my dorm room with Alice and Rose. They agreed with Edward that I shouldn't be alone. I hated that Jacob was still controlling my life, even if it was through the protectiveness of my friends. It continued for the rest of the week. I was never alone. Someone was always with me. Most of the times it was Edward. The rest of the times it was my roommates or Jasper or Emmett. I was going bat-shit crazy. Who would have thought me, the shy girl who lived in solitude, would go crazy over people fawning over her?
Yeah. I was ready to scream.
I had called both Charlie and Renee during the week and told them what happened. They also agreed with Edward. At this rate, I would never get a moment to myself. I'm surprised that I was able to shower and go to the bathroom on my own. If Edward had his way, he'd be in there with me.
On Friday, Edward went with me for my observation hours with Garrett. We left after his biochemistry class like the first day I went. Edward also insisted that we spend the weekend at his parents' house. They were gone at a medical conference, so we would have the entire weekend to ourselves at his parents' home. As we drove to Edward's alma mater, I was contemplating the recent occurrences. I let out a deep breath.
"What's wrong, beautiful?" Edward asked with a sad smile.
"I hate him," I replied.
"Jacob?"
"Yes. I hate him with every fiber of my being. I hate the control he is instilling in my life even when he's not here. I hate the fact that I have to be 'babysat' because you're afraid of me being alone. I hate this whole situation," I said angrily.
"You understand why we don't want you alone, right Bella?" Edward asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, I get it. Doesn't mean I have to like it," I mumbled. "In high school, I was so used to being by myself. I had a few friends, but I was alone most of the time. This is just stifling me right now."
"I'm so sorry, beautiful. I can understand why it would upset you. We all love you so much and we want to make sure that you're safe," Edward said, his mouth turned to a frown.
"Maybe he should just get me and all of this would end," I muttered quietly.
I felt the car swerve and Edward slammed on the breaks. He threw the car into park and glared at me. "What did you just say?" he roared.
"Nothing. I'm just frustrated. I was feeling sorry for myself," I said, shrinking back into the car door.
"Isabella, you mean entirely way too much to me, too much to your family, too much to our roommates for you to ever think that. This whole situation sucks! I get it. I hate it as much as you do. I miss my fun-loving, beautiful girlfriend. I miss the light-hearted times we had. This past week, you've been a shell of yourself. This whole thing has put a dark cloud over us. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate him for doing this to you. I wish I could just shield you from this bullshit, take you away and forget it all ever happened. I can't. I wish I could, but I can't. You can't say things like that when you have so many people who love you," he cried as he ran his hands through his hair. Edward punched the steering wheel of his car and then rested his head on it. He took a few breaths and turned back to me. He had calmed down. "Do you need to go to see Garrett today? Can you make it up by going next week?"
"I think in light of what's going on, I wouldn't mind not going. Let me give him a call," I replied quietly. I pulled my cell phone out of my bag and found Garrett's number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hey Garrett. It's Bella," I said quietly.
"Hi, Bella. How are you doing?" he asked cheerily.
"Honestly, not so good. I had a bit of a traumatic week this past week. I was on my way to come work with you and I'm just not feeling very well," I explained.
"Oh my goodness! What happened?" Garrett asked.
"My ex-boyfriend is stalking me and menacing the people who are close to me. He actually sent me some pictures, threatening to kill Edward. I thought I could come today, but I just can't. I'm sorry, Garrett," I mumbled.
"Bella, don't apologize. This is a shitty situation. I completely understand. Hell, I'll still count the hours. I'll sign off on them when I see you next week, okay?"
"Thanks, Garrett. I truly appreciate it. I'll see you next week."
"Keep your head up, kiddo. Your ex is an asshat," Garrett said comfortingly.
"Bye." I clicked to end the call. I turned my body and looked at Edward. He gave me a genuine smile, the first all week long. He tentatively reached across the console and brushed my hair back from my face.
"I'm sorry I yelled, beautiful," he said gently. "I'm as frustrated as you are. Do you still want to spend the weekend at my parents' house?"
"Yeah," I sighed. "It'll be nice to be away from the dorms and all of the hovering."
"Okay. I need to swing by the grocery store to pick up some necessities for the weekend. I was going to do it while you worked with Garrett, but now you get to come with me."
Edward started the car and eased back into traffic. We drove about twenty minutes and pulled in front of a Super Target. We both got out of the car and headed into the store. Edward grabbed a cart and we went to the grocery part of the massive store.
"What do you need to get, Edward?" I asked as we walked through the produce section.
"Just food for us for the weekend. Anything you have a taste for?" he asked sweetly.
I gave him a wide smile and then proceeded to get the fixings for my chili, chicken parmesan, chopped salad, rum cake, omelets and pancakes. Edward's eyes bugged out his head when he watched me go through the store. After I got all the necessary ingredients, we went up to check out. Edward paid for our groceries and we loaded them into the trunk of his car. We rode to his parents' house in silence. He held my hand as we sped along the highway. He pulled into the twisting driveway and parked his car in the garage. He gathered our bags and ran them up to his room. I began taking out the groceries and putting them on the island of the kitchen. I didn't know where anything went and I didn't want to presume to put anything away without Edward's guidance. However, he didn't really seem like he knew his way around the kitchen, except to eat. I was almost finished with unloading the groceries when he came back downstairs. He gave me a frown as he saw me walk in with the shopping bags of food.
"Bella, I could have gotten those," he admonished.
"I'm not made of tissue paper. I'm perfectly capable of getting groceries out a car. I've been doing it for years. I cook for my dad and Emmett whenever I'm home. It's not a big deal," I said as I laid the bags on the counter.
"I want to spoil you this weekend, beautiful. You shouldn't have to lift a finger," he said as he pulled me into a tight embrace.
"And what would we be eating, Cullen?" I asked as I kissed his nose.
"Each other," he purred.
"You're quite delicious, Edward, but I don't think I could survive on your spooge alone," I teased.
Edward's jaw dropped in shock. He pulled away and shook his head, "I can't believe you just said that! You've been hanging out with Alice too long."
"Seriously, what would we have eaten if I hadn't jumped in at the store?" I asked.
"Umm, chicken fingers and frozen pizza?" he said, with an adorable grimace.
"Sounds fantastic, Edward. You're a gourmet cook," I said sarcastically. "At least, we'll eat somewhat healthily this weekend. Men!"
"Excuse me for my lack of cooking abilities," he pouted, wrapping his arm around my neck.
I giggled, kissing his chin. "Can you show me where these things go? Then I can start the chili and we can take a nap. I'm exhausted. I've been sleeping like crap," I said as I gestured to the bags of groceries. Edward quickly went to work and put the food away. I asked him to show me where a few things were in the kitchen. He plopped down in a stool by the island. I put him to work in cutting up some peppers. He had the cutest look of concentration as he cut the veggies. I pulled out a large pot and began browning the meat for the chili. When it was cooked to my specifications, I put in the rest of the ingredients, lowered the heat and covered it with a lid. It needed to simmer for at least four hours before it was ready to eat. Before we went upstairs to nap, I grabbed a box of pasta from the pantry and placed it by the stove along with a medium sized sauce pan.
We climbed the stairs to his room and I went to my duffle bag to pull out some more comfortable clothes. I was still in my 'professional attire' for observations. I dashed into the bathroom and pulled on my jeans and a dark pink sweater. I took out my contacts and threw on my glasses. I walked out to see Edward laying on his bed, his shirt off, fussing with his phone. I picked up my phone and set my alarm for a little after five. It was two now. I took off my glasses and crawled into bed with Edward. I curled up against him, with my back to him. He put his one arm under my head and the other around my waist and pulled me close to his body. I pressed a kiss to his strong bicep before shutting my eyes.
"I love you, Isabella," he said as he kissed my hair.
"I love you too, Edward," I mumbled as I drifted to sleep.
xx LC xx
For the first time in a week, I slept without a nightmare. When the alarm on my phone went off, I didn't want to get up. I was happy in my love's arms. I felt safe and content. I groaned and I reached for my phone to turn off the alarm. I began to move my body to get out of bed. Edward's arm tightened around my waist.
"Where are you going?" he mumbled sleepily.
"I have to pee. If you keep squeezing, I'm going to wet the bed," I replied.
"Fine, go pee," he said, relinquishing his hold on me. He rolled over onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head. I put on my glasses and I padded to his bathroom and took care of business. I ran a brush through my hair, tossing it into a messy bun. I also grabbed my toothbrush and quickly brushed my teeth. I walked back out into Edward's bedroom and he was snoring on his bed, curled up in a fetal position, holding my pillow.
He's so sweet. I'm such a bitch for snapping at him today. You're going to fuck this up, Swan. Get your act together.
I crawled back onto the bed and kissed him on his forehead. I turned and went downstairs to make a salad and cook the pasta for dinner. I rooted around the kitchen and found the salad bowl from the last time I was at Edward's home. I quickly put the ingredients for the salad into the bowl. I was looking for some salad dressing when I found some feta cheese crumbles. I added them to the salad. However, I couldn't find any salad dressing so I decided to make my own. I added some olive oil and balsamic vinegar to the salad, along with salt, pepper and garlic. I mixed the salad and it tasted pretty damn good. I put the salad on the kitchen table. I began the noodles. As I was waiting for the water to boil, I pulled a strainer out of one of the cabinets and set the table. I made the noodles and poured them back into the pan I cooked them. I spooned some of the chili into the noodles. Edward strolled in, wearing a hoodie, as I was doing my final taste test of my chili. He was scratching his stomach and stretching as he was walking in. He looked quite adorable, and still incredibly sleepy.
"Smells fantastic, Bella," he said groggily.
"I was just going to come and get you. Seeing as you are down here, grab a bowl and dig in," I said with a smile. He padded to the kitchen table and grabbed both bowls that I had put out for us. He spooned some pasta and then put a heaping ladleful of chili onto the noodles. He put his bowl down onto the table and walked to the refrigerator. He looked around and grabbed a package of cheddar cheese. I made my own plate and sat down at the table.
"Do you want anything to drink, beautiful?" he asked with a smile.
"Water's fine." He grabbed to bottles of water and plopped down.
"Thank you for making dinner, beautiful," Edward said as he leaned in to kiss me.
"You're welcome. I hope you like it. It's a bit spicy. Charlie and Emmett really like spicy stuff," I said with a blush covering my cheeks.
"It's probably delicious, Bella." He put a layer of cheddar cheese on top. He handed me the bag and I did the same. He picked up the fork and tucked into his chili. He groaned as he swallowed his first bite. "This is the best chili I've had, hands down. Is there nothing you can't do? You're an amazingly talented singer, incredibly gorgeous, extremely intelligent and you can cook? You are truly the most perfect woman, ever."
"I take it you like it?" I teased.
"I love it! Absolutely luscious," he breathed.
"Good. I made enough for your parents as well. It'll need to be frozen, but there should be some for at least four or five meals for the two of them."
"Okay, my mom already loves and now you're cooking for her? She'll want to adopt you," Edward said between bites.
"That would be too bizarre. You'd be dating your sister," I giggled.
He scrunched his nose at the thought. "Ew. You're right. I guess I'll just have to marry you to make you her daughter. No ickyness there," Edward reasoned.
Marriage? Gulp.
We continued our meal in a comfortable silence. Edward starting groaning again when he ate the salad. I guess it's true what they say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. After I dinner, I began clearing the table and he batted my hands away. He said that I cooked, he'd do the dishes. I relented. However, I wanted to put away the food. I put the pasta and a little bit of the chili into a medium sized container. I created smaller meals for Esme and Carlisle. After I made their meals, Edward brought them down to the basement and put them into the freezer there. Edward shooed me out of the kitchen and put me in the family room. He told me to pick out a movie and we'd watch it after he finished the dishes. I perused the massive movie collection that was there. I found the movie I wanted to see and opened it. It was empty. I furrowed my brows. I guess we won't be watching that. I grabbed another movie that caught my eye and I opened that as well. That movie was empty too. I walked to the kitchen and held up the movie cases.
"Edward, I went to go set up the movie and there's nothing in the cases," I said, with a confused expression on my face.
"Oh, we have a special entertainment center. All of our DVDs are located there. What do you want to watch?" he asked as he finished putting the stock pot back under the island.
"The Shawshank Redemption," I said.
"You got it," he said as he wiped his hands on a dishtowel. He walked to me and linked his fingers with mine. We headed back into the family room. He turned on the massive television and using this large touch screen remote selected the movie we wanted to see. "Do you want some popcorn or junk food?"
"I'm quite full from dinner," I said patting my belly. Edward pressed a few more buttons and the lights in the room faded down until they were almost out. The room was very dark, save for the glow of the television screen. He sat down on the couch. I lay down and placed my head in his lap. We settled in to watch the movie. He idly played with my hair and scratched my back as we watched Andy and Red and their story in the corrupt prison of Shawshank.
"I really love this movie," I said quietly.
"It was really good. I'd never seen it before," Edward replied.
I looked up at him from his lap, "Really?"
"I'm partial to action movies. I can see why you liked this one, though," he said as he trace the curve my jaw.
"Why do you think I like it?" I asked.
"All of the details. You need to see all of the details to enjoy it. You have this unique ability to take all of the details and see the bigger picture. That's what makes you such a great musician and conductor."
"I had never thought of that," I mused. I yawned but tried to hide it. Edward snickered.
"We took a three hour long nap and you're still tired?" he laughed.
"Shut it. Like I said earlier, I've been sleeping like crap," I grumbled.
"Come on, beautiful. You need your rest. I don't want you getting sick," he said as he kissed my nose. He began shutting off the television. I sat up and rolled my head, to loosen the knots in my neck from laying on Edward's lap for so long. I swung my legs off of the couch. Edward was in front of me with his hands out. I took them and he lifted me. He bent down and flipped me over his shoulder.
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! Put me down!" I squealed.
"Oooh, all four names. I'm shaking in my Chucks," he chortled. He walked me to the stairs and I began smacking him in the ass.
"Edward! Seriously! Put me down! All the blood is rushing to my head!"
"Nope." He took the stairs, two at a time, moving with ease. It was almost like he didn't have another person hanging over his body. I remembered something. I waited until we got up the stairs. I reached up to his sides of body. "Bella…don't tickle me."
Too late!
I attacked his sides with my fingers. He faltered with me and put me down. I still continued my tickle assault on his ribs. "Bella! Stop!" he laughed. He took off like a bullet to his room and I was on his heels. He dashed into his room and I followed. I ran in and I didn't see him.
"Edward?" I giggled. "Where are you?"
I heard the door close and lock flick. I turned around and I saw Edward standing by his door, with his arms crossed over his body and one his fingers tapping his lips. "That wasn't very nice, Isabella," he said seductively. He sauntered to where I was standing. "Whatever shall I do with you?"
"I'm sorry, Edward," I said quietly.
Was he really mad at me?
He slowly circled me and stopped behind me. He was so close, I could feel him breathing against my ear. "Close your eyes, Isabella," he said firmly.
"Why?" I asked as I turned to face him. He stopped me.
"Close your eyes and don't move, Isabella," he purred in my ear. I hesitantly closed my eyes. I felt him move away from me and I heard some drawers open and close. I felt him move back to me, as I smelled his cologne. "Do you trust me, Isabella?"
"Yes, Edward," I breathed.
"Keep your eyes closed." I felt Edward remove my glasses and place them on the bedside table. I felt some cool silk cover my eyes. The silk was tightened around my head. Edward took both of my hands and led me into the room. "Turn around, Isabella."
I slowly turned my body and Edward stopped me where he wanted me. "Don't move, Isabella. I'll be right back."
I heard some rustling and a door open. My heart was stammering in my chest and my breath was coming in erratic spurts.
This is so hot!
The door clicked shut and Edward returned to me. He ran his hands up and down my arms. "This will only work if you trust me. If you are not comfortable, I want you to let me know, Isabella. I'm going to ask you again. Do you trust me?"
"With my life, Edward."
"Good girl," he cooed as he nuzzled my neck. "There's only one rule in this game. You can't touch me. I can touch you, but you cannot touch me unless given permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Yes, I understand," I breathed.
"Excellent."
Edward ran his fingers across my cheeks, down the curve of my neck and along the sides of my torso. He reached the hem of my shirt and he pulled it up and off of my body. He walked closer to me and I could feel that he had removed his hoodie and was bare-chested. His hands moved across my skin, lightly kneading my shoulders, caressing the tops of my breasts and scratching up and down my back.
"You are exquisite, Isabella. Your skin is translucent. When you blush, your whole body turns pink. It is so beautiful," he purred in my ear. He nipped at my ear lobe. He kissed along the column of my neck. His hands were splayed on my belly as he moved behind me. His hands slowly moved up my stomach and rested on my breasts. He continued kissing and sucking along my neck. He pushed up my bra so my breasts were released from the cups. His fingers rolled my nipples and my back arched. I reached my hands back and immediately his hands pulled away.
"What did I say, Isabella?" he warned.
"That I can't touch you," I replied quietly.
"Do that again and I will stop," he said forcefully. "Do you understand?"
"I understand."
He returned to his spot behind me. He unclasped my bra and began his assault on my breasts with his hands. He moved his hands and moved to my hips. Edward began to pull me backward. He shifted and I felt the bed behind my knees. I was still blindfolded, but I had an idea where I was in the room.
"Lay back on the bed, Isabella," he cooed. "Put your arms above your head."
I felt behind me to the bed and I sat down. I lay back with my arms resting above my head. Edward climbed onto the bed and was straddling my waist. I heard some more rustling and felt a smooth cord go around my wrists. Edward tied it loosely to my hands.
Is it wrong that I find this to be so erotic? Holy fuck!
Edward leaned down and I could smell him. I could feel him breathing. He was close to my face. He ran his nose through my hair, nuzzling me. His hands ghosted down my arms, over my breasts and to my sides. He leaned on his hands and he was off of me. I felt his warm lips press to my stomach. He kissed and nibbled along the waistband of my jeans. He licked my navel and my hips bucked at the sensation. One of his hands went to my breasts and he rolled the nipple. He moved up and his mouth went to my other breast. I was moving and squirming under his expert touch. I moaned and wanted to run my hands through his hair, to bring his face to kiss me.
"Edward, please," I begged.
"Please, what? Isabella, what do you want?" he asked against my chest.
"To touch you. To feel you. Please, Edward," I pleaded.
"All in good time, Isabella. I'm not through with you yet," he murmured. He kissed back down my stomach and torso. He reached with his hands and undid the button of my jeans. He slowly undid my fly and pulled my jeans down. He barely pulled them past my hips when he licked from hipbone to hipbone. He nuzzled his nose close to my skin. "You smell divine, Isabella. I can hardly wait to taste you."
He gently tugged on my jeans until they were completely off. I was naked save for a pair of bright pink lacy boy shorts. I was rubbing my thighs together to create some sort of friction. I heard Edward chuckle. "Anxious are we?"
"Oh, God, Edward," I moaned.
He pulled down my panties and moved my thighs apart. He leaned in and bit down on the same spot that he marked me on my inner thigh. "You are so wet for me, Isabella. So ready for me. What do you want?"
"For you to touch me," I cried.
"With pleasure, Isabella," he purred. I felt him lean in and blow lightly on the apex of my thighs. I rolled my hips at the sensation. Edward reached up with his fingers and lightly flicked my clit. I screamed. "So loud, Isabella. I don't know if I can control myself if you scream like that with one touch."
"Please, Edward."
He leaned in and he pressed his lips to my core. His tongue swirled around my clit and he spread my legs with his hands. I bucked my hips and moaned at his touch. He drew my clit into his mouth and nibbled lightly. He pulled away slightly and he ran his hand up and down the length of my core. He took a long finger and pushed it inside of me.
"Oh, God, Isabella. You are so tight. You are so close," he murmured against my thigh. Edward leaned back in and began licking my nub furiously and pumping his finger into me. He added a second finger and I could feel my stomach begin to coil.
"I want to feel you come around my fingers, Isabella. I want to hear you scream," Edward growled. My breathing became more and more erratic. I strained against my hold. My hips were moving at a furious pace as was Edward's fingers. He suckled on my clit and licked it. The coil in my belly was delightfully close to release. "Let go, Isabella." He bit down on my clit and added a third finger and I let out a guttural scream. The coil released and my whole body spasmed. My back arched off of the bed and Edward continued to lick as I rode out my orgasm. He withdrew his fingers and he pressed a kiss to my thighs and moved to my belly. He slowly and languidly touched and kissed my body until he reached my hands and face. He first released the tie on my hands. I lowered my arms. He removed the blindfold and I blinked to try and focus my eyes.
Edward leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. "I love you, Bella. I love you so much."
"Bella is not here right now. She's coming off of the most amazing orgasm ever. Please leave a message after the beep," I teased, using his words from before.
Edward pulled away and rolled his eyes. I could feel him strain against his jeans. I reached down to his belt and he pulled away. "Nuh-uh. Tonight was all about you. My goal was to give you an earth shattering orgasm and I've succeeded."
"You've got to be uncomfortable," I chided.
"I'll manage. I wanted to make you feel amazing and that scream proves to me that I did."
"I love you, Edward. Thank you," I said as I scrambled under the covers. Edward removed his jeans and did the same. "Though, I do have a question. Why did you not want me to touch you?"
"If you did, I'd probably lose control. Your touch ignites a fire in me that is very hard to extinguish. Your fingertips, your kisses, your caresses all push me to the limit. I know you want to wait before we make love and if I did what I just did to you and allowed you to touch me? You'd no longer be a virgin," he said sheepishly.
"I'm going to let you in a little secret, Edward. 'When' is coming soon. I've made reservations after our gig at The Chapel on Homecoming weekend at this bed and breakfast outside of town. I was almost tempted to have 'when' be tonight, but I'm certain it's happening next weekend."
His eyes widened and he pulled me close. He peppered kisses along my jaw, my cheeks, and my nose and ended up on my lips. "I love you so much Isabella Marie Swan."
"I love you too, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen."
He gathered me in his arms and held me tightly. I pressed a kiss to his chest and snaked my arms around his body. In his arms, I felt truly loved, truly safe. I felt like I was home.
A/N: Okay. I'm not a lawyer, police officer or IT person. I am a music teacher. I'm not sure if this is the correct way to handle the police station situation. All of my knowledge of this stuff is from Law and Order or CSI. It's probably not correct, but it's fiction. I took some creative license. A fun little lemon. I was a bit nervous writing this one. Let me know what you think!
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