A/N: Sherry rocks

EDITED 14/07/15

Chapter 28

BPOV

"Why did you do it?" Edward asked, as he stood by the window looking out into the street.

Why did I do it? I wasn't sure what to say.I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say.

I looked down at my hands as I played with the bed sheet between my fingers. If I was honest, I had no idea why I had done it. I wasn't thinking clearly. I was upset. Perhaps, I did it to get back at him. He had hurt me when he rejected me. I had felt lost and alone. I was tired of feeling alone.

Edward had made that much clear to me how close I had come to dying. That shit scared me. I didn't want to die. I wasn't ready to die.

"Bella?" Edward said, sitting down on the bed next to me. I hadn't even seen him move from the window. He caught my chin and tilted my face towards him. "Why?" His eyes looked torn. He was suffering. Is this what I had wanted, to make him suffer?

No, I didn't want to hurt him, even if he did deserve it, sometimes.

"Bella?" He asked again. I could tell by his tone that he was starting to get irritated.

"I don't know," I muttered, looking away from his eyes.

"Do you even remember doing it?"

"Of course, I remember," I snapped. I was annoyed that he would ask such a stupid question. Butthen I realized I had no right to be angry with him, not with everything I had been putting him through lately. I looked up at him and mouthed the word, sorry.

"Then why?"

I shrugged. There wasn't really an answer I could give him.

"Were you … trying to kill yourself?" he asked. I could hear the thickness in his voice as he choked out the words.

I looked him straight in the eyes, and firmly said, "No."

"I could have lost you," he mumbled, his thumb gently stroking my bottom lip. "I don't want to lose you, Bella."

"I'm sorry." It was all I could think to say.

Edward pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest. "Promise me you won't do anything like that again."

I nodded.

"Say the words, Bella. Promise me," he ordered.

"I promise," I whispered.

Edward pulled back and studied me. He must have found whatever he was looking for because a look of relief filled his face.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled again, wondering how many times I would need to say it until he actually forgave me.

He nodded, but he didn't look like he was actually listening. He was now staring towards the bedroom door. His eyes looked glazed as if he were deep in thought. I put both hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at me. "Hey!" I shouted a little annoyed. "I said I'm sorry."

Edward grabbed my right hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. "I know. I just ..." He ran his hand through his hair. "You almost died, Bella."

I pulled myself up onto my knees, positioning myself in front of him. I didn't like this barrier that was between us. Everything had been starting to go so well until the bomb and then … Garrett. I swallowed back a lump in the back of my throat, just thinking about his name, but I didn't want to go there right now. I had to make things right between Edward and me.

I leaned down and captured his lips with mine. Edward was reluctant. His hands moved to my hips as he gently tried to push me away, but I wouldn't let him, not this time. I needed him. I needed this.

My hands trailed up his chest towards his collar where I fisted the material, pulling him closer to me. I run my tongue along his bottom lip, praying that he would grant me access. He opened his mouth to speak and I slipped my tongue inside. "Bella," he groaned. "We can't."

"I need you," I pleaded. I needed him to reassure me that he still loved me. I needed him to reassure me that everything was going to be okay.

"Princess, we can't," he panted, as he pulled away.

"We can," I said, leaning towards him. I could feel tears building up in my eyes, the sting of his rejection.

Edward sighed as he lifted me up and placed me on the other side of the bed. "You need to rest."

I choked back a sob. He didn't love me anymore. I had finally done it. I had pushed him too far.

"Bella, baby, please don't cry," Edward said, as he leaned over and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered.

"I know," he said, as he reached down and took my hand. "I'm sorry, too."

I looked up at his eyes. They looked worried and full of concern. Maybe there was hope for us.

"I need you," I mumbled.

"I'm here," he said, squeezing my hand.

"You don't understand. I need you. I want you to make love to me." I got up onto my knees and crawled towards him.

"Bella, I don't think-" Edward began to protest as I opened my robe and let it fall behind me.

I put my finger to his lips and shook my head. "Don't think," I told him, as I grabbed his hand and put it to my breast. "Just feel."

Edward growled softly as his hand began to massage my breast. I leaned down, capturing his lips and slipping my tongue into his mouth, this time without any resistance.

"You're overdressed," I said, between kisses, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. When I had finished, he shrugged it off, revealing his chiseled chest. My hand automatically went to his left nipple with the hoop piercing. I took it between my fingers and gently twisted. Edward let out a gasp of pleasure.

He scooped me up and lay me down on the bed, towering above me. His mouth found the sweet spot on the side of my neck that made my toes curl. He smothered it with kisses and nibbled the flesh with his teeth. "I still think this is a bad idea," he moaned, working his way down to my breasts.

I sighed. "You're a mob boss. Your life is full of bad ideas. I think you'll get over this one."

He smirked against my nipple before he pulled it into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. I arched my back towards him. His touch was intoxicating. I couldn't get enough. "Edward, please," I moaned.

"Please?" He asked, letting my nipple pop out his mouth and moving to give the other one attention.

"I need you."

"You have me," he grinned, before he began to work his way down south.

I gripped his hair, knowing where he was going. Part of me wanted to push his head down so I could feel his tongue between my lips and on my throbbing clit. But the other part of me wanted to pull him back up so I could claim his lips with my own and unbutton his trousers, releasing what I really wanted. What I really needed.

Edward continued his journey towards my core, snaking his tongue against my hot flesh. I tightened my grip on his hair, eagerly waiting to feel his touch where I so desperately needed it. He made its wayacross my stomach and down my hips to my right thigh, where he inched painfully slow towards my aching nub.

"Stop it," I hissed.

"You want me to stop?" Edward said, pulling up to look at me, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"No," I huffed. "Don't stop."

He laughed. I gripped his hair firmly and shoved his head down, where it belonged. He knew what he was doing. He was teasing me, and I couldn't stand it.

I cried out in pleasure the moment his tongue flicked out and licked against my lower lips. "Yes … there," I panted. That was where I needed him.

"Here?" Edward asked, as he flicked his tongue out once again.

"Hmm," I answered, grinding my hips towards his face.

His fingers pushed my lips aside, exposing me to his talented mouth. His tongue worked slow, lazy circles over my clit, turning me into a panting mess. He was torturing me, and I couldn't bear it. I bucked towards his face, trying to find the friction I needed. His facial hair rubbed against my sensitive skin, causing me to shiver.

The knot in the pit of my stomach was becoming close to unbearable. I needed a release.

Edward blew on my clit before gently nibbling with his teeth as he thrust two fingers inside me. It was enough to send me over the edge. My whole world exploded, while my body shivered and tingled with excitement.

"You taste divine, princess," Edward said, as I came down from my high. "We should do this more often."

I nodded my head. We should. I wish we spent more time doing this rather than fighting.

Edward's mouth claimed mine. I could taste my juices from his tongue as his lips ravished mine. My hands made quick work of his belt and his zipper. "Take them off," I demanded.

"You're a bossy little thing, aren't you?" He smirked.

I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. Now wasn't the time for talking. "Just fuck me," I ordered.

"With pleasure," Edward said, as he moved to align himself with me.

I cried out in pleasure as he thrust into me, his thick shaft, filling every inch of me. I felt so full, yet somehow I wanted more. I knew I would never get enough of Edward. Part of me would always be hungry for more.

Edward ruthlessly pounded into me as I dug my nails into his back. I could feel the knot inside of me beginning to build once more.

His mouth went to my ear, nibbling and sucking, while his hand went to my breast, twisting and pulling at my nipple. All of those sensations, every one of them, it was too much. I was tipping over the edge.

"Just let it go, baby," Edward whispered into my ear, and I came undone. Fireworks exploded around me as every nerve ending inmy body trembled with delight. I blissfully floated in the air and I loved it. I loved what this man could do to me.

"Come for me one more time, princess," he moaned in my ear. I thought he was crazy, but I began to feel the stir again as he started to rub my sensitive clit.

He continued pounding into me. He was relentless, harder and faster, harder and faster, never letting up.

I clung onto the bed as my muscles began to convulse around him, this time sending him over the edge with me. He thrust sporadically a few more times before collapsing on top of me, breathless.

"I love you," he said, as he kissed the top of my head.

I smiled as I heard the three words I needed to hear.

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~Relentless~

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There was a knock at the door, but before either of us had a chance to react, the door swung open, and Jasper walked into the room. I quickly grabbed the duvet and covered myself up, hoping he didn't see anything.

"Haven't you ever heard of fucking knocking?" Edward growled, before checking to make sure I was covered up.

"I did," Jasper said, looking between us. He looked pissed off, but I had no idea why.

"You're supposed to wait until you're invited in after you knock."

"Yeah, well after what happened last night I didn't think you'd be fucking."

Edward jumped out of the bed and stormed over to Jasper. He didn't seem to care that he was naked. "I don't think that's any of your fucking business!" he shouted, shoving Jasper in the chest.

I quickly wrapped the duvet around me and jumped out of bed. What the hell was wrong with these two?

Jasper pushed Edward out of his space. "You're killing her," Jasper said, looking at me. "She deserves someone better."

"Yeah? Someone like who? You?" Edward spat.

Jasper shook his head. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Quit it!" I shouted, pushing myself in the middle of the two of them. "Why are you acting like this?" I asked, looking between the both of them for answers. Was this because of me?

We stood in silence for several minutes, neither of them speaking, both of them glowering at the other.

"What's going on? What's with the shouting?" Carlisle asked, as he walked into the room, eyeing the three of us. He didn't seem to find the fact that Edward was naked odd.

I shifted, uneasy under his gaze.

"Nothing," Jasper muttered. "Why don't you ask him?" he said, before he turned and left the room.

"Well?" Carlisle asked, turning to Edward.

Edward shrugged.

Carlisle's mouth formed a firm line. "Donna's here."

Edward sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Okay. We'll be down in five minutes."

Carlisle nodded and left the room without another word.

"Who's Donna?" I asked, staring after Carlisle.

"Go put on some clothes," Edward said, turning his back to me and heading towards the en suite.

What the hell? How could he go from making love to a heartless dick in less than five minutes?

"Hey! I want to know who Donna is!" I shouted after him. "And what the hell is going on with you and Jasper. Even Carlisle seems off."

"Jasper's pissed at me," Edward muttered. "I'm going to take a shower."

I followed him into the bathroom, struggling to pull the covers in with me. "Why's he angry at you? Is it because of me?" I asked. I dunno why, but I felt like I needed answers. I needed to know what was going on.

"Yes … I mean, no," I stared at him confused. "He's mad that you overdosed on coke. He blames me for having it in the first place."

"Oh." Was all that I could say as I watched Edward climb into the shower.

Not only had I damaged things between us, I had now put a strain on his relationship with his brother. I felt like shit. I turned around and headed back into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed. I had to make Jasper see this wasn't Edward's fault. I had to fix things between the two of them, but how?

"Why aren't you dressed?" Edward asked, a few moments later when he came walking into the room. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and one in his hand, which he was using to dry his hair.

"I was waiting to take a shower." It was a lie, but I didn't feel like arguing with him over something as silly.

"Well, hurry up, Donna's waiting."

That reminded me. He actually hadn't answered my question. "Who is Donna?"

Edward paused what he was doing, but he didn't look towards me. "Donna is a doctor."

"A doctor?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean she's a doctor? A doctor for whom?"

If I was honest with myself I already knew the answer to that question.

Edward sighed. "Just hurry and get in the shower and dressed."

My legs felt shaky and I suddenly felt nauseous. I turned on the shower and sat down on the toilet. He had called a doctor for me, without asking me first. I was angry. No, I was furious, that he would do this to me. That he would force my hand like this. I picked up his aftershave from the shelf beside me and threw it at the tiles. It smashed into pieces and fell to the floor as I broke into sobs.

Edward came rushing into the bathroom, only wearing a pair of jeans. "What's going on?"

I shook my head, but didn't look at him.

He sighed and got down onhis knees. He caught my chin and forced me to look at him. "Why are you crying?"

"You know why," I snarled.

"Bella, you need help, more help than I can give you."

"I don't."

Edward shook his head. "You do, you know you do. If you can honestly look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't need help, then I'll go downstairs and tell Donna to go home."

I shook my head and looked down at the floor. I knew he was right, but I hated that he was right.

"That's what I thought," Edward said, standing up and turning off the shower. "Go and put your clothes on. You can shower later, after I've cleaned up this glass."

I was terrified of meeting this Donna. I didn't like the thought of someone analyzing my every thought, my every movement. What if she thought I was crazy?

"Ready?" Edward asked, as he walked up beside me and took my hand.

I shook my head. I was far from ready.

"Bella it's going to be okay," Edward said, turning me to face him. He cupped my face with his hands. "Donna is only here to help you. She won't hurt you. I promise. If you need me, I will only be in the next room." I nodded and took a deep breath. "You'll like her, she's nice. You can trust her."

I found it difficult to believe I would like anyone whose job it was to get inside my head. Edward took my hand and led me downstairs to one of the spare sitting rooms. Inside the room was a woman who I presumed was Donna. She had long blonde hair and dark blue eyes. She was dressed in a crisp white, dress suit. She had an hourglass figure, with legs that seemed to go on forever. She was stunning

I looked down at what I was wearing; a pair of black leggings and an oversized charcoal sweater. I felt somewhat underdressed and intimidated in her presence.

"You're here," she smiled. She got up and came over, her hand stretched out towards me. "Bella, I'm Donna. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I gripped firmly onto Edward's hand and stared down at her hand as if it was going to assault me at any moment.

"Bella's a little anxious about meeting you," he said.

"Oh, there's no need to be anxious Bella. I'm merely here to help you. Think of me as a friend," Donna said, smiling at me.

I could feel tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I didn't want to be here.

"Why don't you come and take a seat?" Donna said, motioning towards the couch.

I gripped Edward's hand tighter. I wanted him to stay with me. I needed him to stay with me. Edward led me over to the couch and sat me down. He then forced my hand to release his. "I won't be far," he said as he leaned in and placed a kiss on my head. "Please let her help you, Bella. I'm begging you, let her help you." He kissed me again and left the room.

I was alone, with her. I felt sick.

I started playing with the hem of my sweater, desperate for a distraction.

"What are you scared about Bella?" Donna asked, as she took a seat across from me, folding her legs.

I pulled my legs up onto the couch, tucking them beneath me. "You," I whispered to myself.

"Me?" she asked, shocked. I hadn't expected her to hear me. "Why are you scared of me? What is it that you think I'm going to do to you?" Donna asked, concerned.

I shook my head. I didn't want to go down this line of questioning.

"This only works if you talk to me Bella. I can't help you any other way."

I sighed as I pulled a thread from my sweater and wrapped it around my finger.

"Please, Bella, tell me why you're scared of me."

"I'm scared thatyou'll tell me that I'm crazy, or something else that I won't like."

"I don't believe that crazy is a proper medical diagnosis these days, Bella. That term is somewhat outdated. However, in answer to your concern, no, I don't think you're crazy. To me, you look like a very frightened young lady who I would like very much to help, but you look too scared to accept that help. You have to be willing, Bella, in order for my services to benefit you. Can you do that?"

I looked up at her, unsure what to say. She looked sincere and Edward did seem to think she was trustworthy. Maybe I should give her a chance. I nodded in response.

Donna smiled. "Thank you, Bella. Thank you for trusting me."

I spent the next few hours talking. I told her how Edward and I had met and then what transpired after that. She didn't look pleased when I told her that Edward had kept me against my own will. I felt the need to defend him, telling her that he was a changed man now. He was trying his best to be a better person, but I'm not sure she bought that explanation.

I told her about Ez, and the kidnapping and I the torture I had endured there. It was something I had never told anyone else before. It wasn't something that I found easy to talk about and I didn't enjoy having to relive the memories. I told her about murdering Felix, and how difficult some members of Edward's family were to get along with. I told her about the man in my apartment that I had killed.

I went on to tell her about the police interrogation, the safe house, the start of my downward spiral.

My father ...

The woman bumping into me in the street …

The car bomb …

Garrett …

The drinking ….

Finally, about the overdose.

I told her everything, and by the time I had finished, I felt somewhat lighter. I didn't feel fixed, but I knew it was a step in the right direction.

"Well, I think we're finished here for the day," Donna said, getting up and grabbing her things.

She handed me a card. "This is my number. I want you to call me any time things to start to get too much, day or night. It doesn't matter. I will always be here for you; all you have to do is call."

"Thank you."

"This is what I'm going to prescribe you," she said, handing me a piece of paper. "I'll give the prescription to Edward. I want you to take the pills exactly as directed, though I think it would be better if someone handled your medicine for you."

"I …"

"These are part of the process of getting better, Bella. You can't get better by talking alone. Though you made significant progress today, and I am very proud of how far you've come." She pointed at the paper. "I need you to take your medicine and the correct dosage." She grabbed my hand, giving it a little squeeze. "Promise me that you will."

I nodded. I didn't like the idea, but she said it was the only way I would get better and I wanted to get better.

"You can't drink alcohol or take drugs with these."

"I won't."

"I'm also gonna recommend to Edward that you move back to your townhouse. You sounded happier there, and staying here with people who antagonize you, don't make for a relaxing environment."

"I don't think Edward will go for the idea."

"Let me worry about Edward," she said, squeezing my hand again and winking at me. "You should go and rest now. I will come and see you again tomorrow."

I watched her walk out of the room. She closed the door and a few seconds later I could hear voices in the hall. I snuck over to the door and pressed my ear against the cold wood.

"She's a very troubled and scared young lady, but with the right help I don't see a reason why she won't be able to recover from this."

"Okay," Edward mumbled.

"Any recommendations?" Carlisle asked.

"I want her moved back to the townhouse today. She needs to be in an environment where she can relax, and I don't feel that's possible for her here. I'm sorry Carlisle, I don't mean that you aren't accommodating; she's just not comfortable around certain members of the family."

"I'll move her back today," Edward said. I was surprised that he had agreed so easily.

"I also think that she should spend some time away from you. This arrangement isn't healthy. Let's face it, Edward, it didn't start out as a normal relationship, you kidnapped her." I could hear the scowl in her voice. "I'm not certain her feelings for you are real. I wouldn't be surprised if she has developed Stockholm Syndrome."

No! No! No! How dare she tell him that.She was wrong.I gripped the handle of the door, ready to burst out the room.

"She needs to be whole again before you entertain the idea of any sort of association with her. I think it's in Bella's best interest that you stay away from her right now. Your relationship is far too destructive to do her any good."

"She needs me," Edward choked.

"She needs to be healthy and whole before she can need you."

"It's not safe for her alone."

"Then send her home with someone who can protect her, but give her space."

"I …"

"It's what's best for Bella," she said, in a tone that wasn't to be trifled with. "You do want what's best for her, right?"

"Of course."

"Then you'll stay away from her." She then continued. "This is her prescription, it needs to be collected. She knows that she can't mix it with drugs or alcohol. I've also given her my number, so she is free to contact me whenever she needs me. I'll be coming to see her tomorrow at some point. So make sure and send me the new address."

"Okay," was all Edward said in response. I could hear the pain in his voice.

"I'll see you out," Carlisle said.

"Thank you."

I heard the sound of two sets of footsteps walking away. When I couldn't hear them anymore, I threw open the door and saw Edward standing in the hall. He looked pained.

"Please don't stay away from me," I begged him.

He opened his arms and I went running into them. He pulled me tight against his chest. "I honestly don't know what to do anymore, princess," he mumbled. "Maybe she's right."

A/N: Thanks goes to SunFlowerFran & CristinaN for working with me on the old version of this chapter.