A/N – This chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse.
Bella
Edward wasn't happy when we met him downstairs. He shouted and ranted something about me being drunk. I think he may have even had a go at Alice. What he failed to realize was that I wasn't drunk, just functional… kind of. I didn't pay him any attention anyway because quite frankly, I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get this over with.
We left in the funeral car soon after that. I think Edward warned me to behave at some point, or else. There were a lot of eyes on us this today, including the local news. I wasn't sure what he was expecting me to do. It wasn't like I was going to stand in front of my father's casket and confess my guilt to the world. Well, I didn't think it was actually possibility, not until I stood there in front of the casket and my knees weakened by the weight of what I had done. At that moment Edward had been the only thing holding me up and keeping me together. I wouldn't have gotten through the day if it hadn't been for him, but I also wouldn't have been there if he hadn't forced me. Take from that what you will.
Thankfully, most of the day had been a blur. The funeral had passed quickly as did the wake. I had alcohol to thank for that. Edward wasn't exactly pleased about me drinking, but it wasn't like he could stop me with so many people watching our every move. I used that to my advantage.
At one point, I went to the restroom to get some space, mainly from Edward, but also from everyone else. I couldn't stand to hear one more person tell me that they were sorry for my loss, that my father had been a good man. Yeah, he had been a good father, at one point, but as a politician, he had never been a good man. He was corrupt and I had a feeling that I didn't even know the half of it, considering who he had arranged my marriage to.
As I was washing my hands, I heard the door to the restroom open. I glanced up in the mirror expecting to see someone from the wake enter, but it wasn't. My eyes landed on the last person I ever wanted to see. Fear gripped hold of my body, freezing me in place when I knew I should have been running. I opened my mouth to scream, ask him what he was doing here, but no sound came out. He walked up behind me, his chest flush against my back as he smiled at me in the mirror. He rubbed the knuckles of his right hand down my cheek as if we were long lost lovers. "Hello Bella, I've been waiting for a chance to get you alone."
If I could have laughed, I would have laughed. The one place that was supposed to offer me solace turned out to be the one place that put me in the greatest danger. "We've missed you," he said, his hand sliding down from my face, to my neck, to the buttons on my blouse. "You have no idea how badly we've missed you." He tried unfastening one, but the stubborn button refused to cooperate. I thought it would be my saving grace, he wouldn't try anything too stupid with Edward close by, but I guess I was wrong. He grabbed the opening with both hands and yanked it open. Buttons went flying everywhere. I knew I should have fought him, shouted or screamed for help, but I was paralyzed with fear. "Such a good little girl," he praised as he cupped my breasts. "But you were also such a good little girl. We were sorry when you left us. Though, maybe it turned out for the best. You did kill your father for me after all. I wonder… would you kill your fiancé next if I asked?"
One of his hands slid from my breast, down to my abdomen toward my suit trousers. Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was coming next, but I still couldn't find the power to fight him. "I wonder if you are wet for me, are you wet for me, Bella?" he asked as he unfastened my trousers and began to slip his hand inside my pants. "Does the thought of killing your fiancé and being with me turn you on?" He pushed his hand inside my panties and spread me with his fingers, feeling that I was dry. I flinched, knowing he wouldn't like that, but before he got to react the restroom door opened again announcing someone else had entered.