A/N: I don't own anything….
I ran through the bodies pressed together on the dance floor as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do but I wanted to be as far away from Edward as possible in that moment.
I could hear him yelling over the people and the music but that didn't stop me from trying to run faster. It was near impossible, though, being in the middle of all of those people made me feel like I was trying to run through snow deeper than me.
I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist but I still tried to get away from them.
"He get rid of you that quick, baby girl? I knew he'd cast you off after he got his shot in."
It was Mike. My stomach dropped and I felt sick.
He pulled me tighter into his chest and started to move his hands further down south on my hips. I could feel him breathing on my neck. It was sickeningly hot. I tried elbowing him off of me, but my efforts didn't seem to make a difference.
"Leave me alone!" I started to cry and beg him but the music was loud enough that no one paid us much attention. They didn't know who I was and it didn't matter even if they did.
I was still struggling to get free from his grip when I heard Edward's voice behind us. He sounded more angry and violent than I had ever heard him before as he spoke.
"Mike, get your fucking hands off of her!" Edward growled at Mike.
Mike didn't follow Edward's orders. He seemed to pull me towards the door and hold me tighter with more determination than he had when he thought I was just running out of the club.
Mike turned us around to face a very angry looking Edward. His fists were clenched and his head was dropped like he was getting ready to charge at us both. He didn't look down at me; instead keeping eye contact with Mike the whole time.
"What the fuck, E? You've already had your fun with the ho', now it's my turn. You've never seemed to care before! What's so different about this one? We can share if you really want to."
Both of them were scaring me, but I couldn't help it—I wanted Edward to swoop in and rescue me in that moment.
"Let go of me!!" I cried again. It was more like a whimper, though, as the alcohol and adrenalin and fear was starting to break me.
Mike looked down at my face and smiled like he had when we met.
The crowd had started to back away from the three of us after hearing Edward yell. We were obviously making a scene now between me trying my hardest to pull away from Mike's painful grip and Edward staring him down.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Emmett pushing his way through the crowd. I tried my hardest to turn myself to see what he was doing but mike had a strong grip on my torso.
Emmett didn't stop walking when he hit the edge of the crowd. He stormed right up to mike with a few feet between them and pulled out a large black handgun.
Emmett the gun against Mike's temple and waited for him to pay attention.
"Edward just said get your fuckin' hands off Bella. I'll give you two choices: take your hands off of her or get a hole in your head so big that only a wheelchair will be able to control your movements for the rest of your very short and miserable fucking life, Mike."
Mike's grip on the middle of my body tightened momentarily cutting off my ability to breath. I started gasping for air loudly.
"What's so important about this fucking slut that you've gotta bring it to this…huh, Edward?"
Emmett cocked the gun.
Mike looked between him and Edward a few times and then down at me.
"This isn't over, I still want my turn, bitch."
He threw me to the ground with his comment rolling off his tongue. Mike stormed off through the crowd while everyone else started to find something more interesting than the three of us somewhere else in the club.
How could you be so stupid? You shouldn't have come here. You do not belong here, Bella.
Emmett un-cocked his gun and put it back in his back waistband. He looked down at me and then over at Edward.
I was still trying to catch my breath as I heard Emmett speak.
"It's time to take her home." Emmett commanded more than suggested the direction to Edward.
Edward nodded, and knelt down in front of me on the dance floor.
His face was tight and he looked stressed out, almost panicked. When he spoke his voice was low and rough- like he was forcing a whisper.
"Bella, we can talk in the car. Come back home with me, please."
I whispered 'okay' and felt his arms wrap around me. I wrapped my arms around his waist much like I had when we were in the elevator on the way back from the police station.
We walked out of the club with Emmett on our heels. There was a car waiting for us on the street with the driver standing by the door holding it open.
"Good evening Mr. Cullen, Mr. McCarty, ma'am."
The guys said hello to the driver and climbed into the car.
Edward held on to me the entire time but said nothing. I didn't feel like talking either- I was quickly falling asleep as I snuggled next to him in the warm leather seats.
"Bella, wake up sweetheart, we're home." I felt Edward's warm hand caress my cheek. I followed him out of the car sleepily and returned to my spot by his side as we rode the elevator up to the apartment.
As we were walking into the apartment all of what I should have been angry about and nervous about and sad about came rushing back in my quickly approaching sleepy sobriety.
Edward closed the door behind us and I watched Emmett walk down the hall towards the real guest bedroom. I stopped in the foyer and turned to stare at Edward.
He was standing with a tense look on his face.
"Bella, what is it? What's wrong?"
All at once the fact that now I knew that Mike and Laurent didn't recognize me, that Edward didn't need to keep me "safe", that I didn't know why Edward had told me he wanted to be with me, that after hearing those sweet words from him I didn't know why I saw him with two women at his birthday, that I didn't know why Edward hadn't done anything to Mike for hurting me after he promised to not let anyone hurt me.
A/N: this chapter was a little harder to write…been a lil distracted. Maybe this weekend I can get back on track.