Chapter 28

Isabella Pov


His eyes were dark and malicious. His mouth was set in the sickest, most evil grin I had ever seen in my entire existence. It was terrifying. The way he was looking at me made me feel uneasy, small, helpless, and I squirmed under his intense stare.

"Je te trouverai," he whispered, leering at me, and my body shook in fear. "Tu es à moi."

I sat up in bed, panting heavily. Cold sweat trickled down my face, and I wiped it with the back of my hand. I looked around me and saw only darkness. I was in my room. Alone. Completely and utterly alone. Frightened.

I contemplated picking up the phone and calling Edward. No, I thought to myself. I can't be that selfish. It's the middle of the night, and he's asleep. Peacefully asleep as always.

I sighed, plopping back onto my sweat-drenched pillow, and turned on my side. I closed my eyes and silently prayed.

I was alone. Edward wasn't there to comfort me. He was sleeping in his own warm bed. Peacefully.

Tears started falling down my cheek, and I wrapped my arms protectively around myself.

I cried for the rest of the night.

~~ 0 ~~

"Can I see the black Invicta one with the green dial?" I asked the young saleslady, to which she gave me a brilliant smile, sensing a sale.

"Sure." She took the watch from the glass vitrine, presenting it to me. "The Invicta Men's Subaqua GMT Green watch comes in a polished black ion plated stainless steel case that measures 50 mm in diameter and 19 mm thick. It has a brushed black ion plated stainless steel with black polyurethane inserts and a deployment with safety clasp. "

"What do you think?" I turned to Alice questioningly.

She examined the watch carefully. "I like this one better."

"Right?" I smiled. "And he doesn't have anything similar."

"Yep, this is the one." She flipped over the price tag so she could see the cost. "It's more expensive though."

"Yeah, I saw that, but I want to get him something he'll like."

She arched an eyebrow at me. "You do realize you're about to spend over one thousand dollars on this watch, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Yeah. One thousand four hundred and ninety five, actually. It's not my money. It's not even my mom's. Phil has enough money to swim in it. A thousand dollars means nothing to him."

Alice looked at me curiously. "I thought you two didn't get along."

I shrugged nonchalantly. "We don't. I asked my mom for money and she got it from him. Plus, this is Edward's eighteenth birthday. He deserves something special, don't you think?"

"He's going to be so excited." She beamed, clapping her hands together gently.

"Now we only have to buy the cologne and that's it," I said, taking out my wallet and handing the saleslady the credit card my mom had opened for me. Alice and I had decided that I was going to buy Edward a watch for his birthday, since he was so enamored with them, and she was going to buy him his favorite cologne, since he was almost out of it.

"Don't forget about the sexy lingerie," Alice said, snickering lightly next to me.

I grinned knowingly. "Yeah, that too."

Once we stepped through the doors at Victoria's Secret, I immediately spotted two lingerie sets that I loved.

"Okay, tough decision." I sighed, holding one in each hand for Alice to see. "Blue or red?"

"Hmmm." She stoked her chin, deep in thought, actually taking this seriously. "Well, red practically screams sex, so I'd go with that one." She pointed towards my right hand.

I frowned lightly. "You're sure? He told me like a million times that he likes blue on me better than any other color."

Alice rolled her eyes, taking the blue set from me and tossing it back on the rack. "Yeah, but you can't have a drawer full of blue panties. You need to spice things up a little. And I can't believe I'm saying this, because we're talking about my brother after all."

I chuckled, examining the see-through, deep red lingerie in my hand. "I hate to break it to you, Alice, but your brother does have a sex life. A very healthy one, I might add."

"Ugh! My ears are burning." She made a show of covering her ears and making a repulsed face. I narrowed my eyes at her, and she grinned. "Just kidding. Trust me, I know he has a sex life. You two aren't exactly a quiet couple. Especially when you think you're home alone." She grabbed a pair of yellow boy shorts, pretending not to notice the shocked expression on my face.

"Oh my God," I whispered, mostly to myself, my eyes wide. "Alice, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

She peeked at me from under her thick, black lashes coated in mascara. "That I've heard you and Edward go at it? Yeah."

I groaned, running a hand over my face. "This is so embarrassing. What if..." I trailed off, the sudden thought invading my mind mortifying. "Oh God, what if your parents heard us, too?"

She shook her head, patting my hand reassuringly. "I don't think so. Dad would have brought it up, you can be sure of that. I mean, he doesn't care you two do it as long as you're using protection, but I don't think he would appreciate hearing sex sounds echoing through the house. If he hasn't said anything about it to Edward, it means that neither he nor Mom heard anything."

"This doesn't make me feel any better. At all."

"Well, next time tone it down a little." She chuckled, winking at me.

"Okay, this conversation needs to stop now," I said hurriedly, clutching the lingerie between my fingers. "I'll take this one."

I started to walk away, and Alice followed quickly. "You started it."

As we were waiting in line to pay for the things we wanted to purchase, a familiar ring tone filled my ears. I grabbed my phone from my bag, searching the screen with my eyes instinctively, although I already knew who it was. "Yeah?" I answered with a smile.

"Where are you?" Edward's gruff voice greeted me. He sounded like he had just woke up from a nap.

"Seattle. Why?"

"Seattle?" he asked, and I could almost picture him furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at his phone. "What are you doing in Seattle?"

I sighed in exasperation, shaking my head. He was such a control freak sometimes. He always wanted to know where I was, specifically. Like with details and everything. It was driving me insane. "Edward, I told you I was going out with your sister."

"Yeah, but you didn't tell me you were going to Seattle. What are you doing there?"

"Girl stuff," I said vaguely, handing the lingerie to the girl at the cash register.

"What girl stuff?" he insisted, and I instantly knew he wasn't going to let it go until I gave him a satisfactory answer.

"You're a bit too nosy, don't you think?" I said, trying to come up with something.

"No," he answered flatly. "What stuff?"

"I had my nails done, and now I'm going to have my legs waxed. Then I have to cut my hair. Satisfied?" It wasn't a complete lie. I was planning on doing all that stuff, after we finished shopping for his birthday.

"No," he said again, more lightly. "Don't cut your hair too short. I like to have something to pull on when we're having sex." There was amusement in his voice, and I refrained from rolling my eyes.

"Okay, I'm going to hang up now."

He chuckled, letting out a lazy yawn. "Okay. I'll see you later. And bring me some Macarons."

"Yeah, okay." I payed for the lingerie set, grabbing the shopping bag and moving to the side to wait for Alice. "Coffee and raspberry, right?"

"Yep." Came his pleased reply.

Just as we were heading out of Victoria's Secret, Alice's hand clamped down on my forearm hard, stopping me in my tracks.

"Would you look at that?" She jerked her chin straight ahead, and my eyes widened in surprise when they landed on Tanya and Mike Newton holding hands. He was looking pretty happy holding several shopping bags, while she seemed bored to an extreme.

"Huh," was all I could say.

I could bet Jessica was going to be pretty upset when she found out that Mike was screwing Tanya.

At least she's over Edward, I thought pleased.

~~ 0~~

Monday afternoon on June 13, I was driving towards Port Angeles for my usual appointment with Kate. I had had my license for about two weeks, and it was my first time driving alone in my car outside of Forks. Charlie had bought me the truck from Billy Black, as promised, and I was pretty happy to be able to drive myself places without having to depend on anyone else. Driving was fun.

The restored, old, black truck wasn't exactly what I would call my dream car, but I really wasn't in any position to complain. Charlie wasn't wealthy enough to afford a new car, and asking Phil for money was out of question. It was a pretty decent vehicle for a first car, but most importantly, it served its purpose. And that was fine with me. I was content.

Edward was ecstatic when I passed the test. Charlie was proud. Mom almost fainted when she heard that her precious daughter was driving a "filthy, second-hand truck." Her words, not mine. She generously offered Phil's money to buy me a new one, and I politely refused. It didn't feel right, especially when he and I weren't even speaking. He was already paying for my monthly expenses without even knowing, and a car was just too much.

Even though I couldn't have a new shiny car, I did have my eye on one in particular. Edward's Volvo. I was itching to drive it, but he flat out refused me every time I asked. I pleaded, I begged, I offered sexual services in return, and when nothing worked, I even threatened to cut him off from sex forever. Each time his answer was a big, sometimes screaming "NO". It was infuriating, and it made me want to get my hands on it even more.

One day though...

One day, sooner or later, he was going to give in. Mark my words.

I knocked on Kate's office door, and her low, muffled voice let me know I could come in.

"Hey, Kate," I greeted with a smile, going straight for the couch. I sat down, placing my bag at my feet.

"Hey, Bella," she said, shoving some papers into her desk drawer. "Tea as usual?"

"Yeah, thanks."

She got up to prepare the tea, and I reached for a stack of magazines lying on a nearby coffee table.

"So, how have you been these past few days?" she asked minutes later as she handed me a tall, yellow mug with little white flowers.

I sighed heavily, taking a sip of my green tea. "Not so well."

She sat down next to me with her own mug in hand, gazing at me curiously. "Why is that?"

"I had a nightmare Saturday night and couldn't fall asleep again after that."

She nodded in understanding. "What was it about? Vicky?"

"No." I shook my head, my eyebrows furrowing. "James." Even though in my opinion my sessions with Kate were really starting to pay off, the nightmares hadn't disappeared. I still had them once or twice a week, but to me it was a significant improvement. Usually my nightmares were about Vicky, but lately they were exclusively about James. That last one had been really disturbing and for some reason it was nagging at me.

"What was he doing in your nightmare?"

I took a deep breath, not liking the next part. "He kept saying that he would find me. That I was his." Shivers ran through my body as I remembered the horrible nightmare. "It scared me how vivid the whole thing seemed."

Kate sighed, placing a hand over mine reassuringly. "I know that you're scared, Bella, but I've told you before, I really don't think he'll come after you. He's probably over you by now. It's been more than a year."

"I know that," I said weakly, gazing down at my lap. "There's just... this bad feeling that I can't shake." Instinctively my hand flew to my constricting chest where I rubbed absentmindedly. "Like something bad is going to happen to me."

"You're paranoid," Kate said matter-of-factly, then smiled.

"Maybe," I muttered, then raised my eyes to her. "Maybe not. James is just so... vengeful. I'm really, really afraid of him. You don't know what he's capable of..."

She placed her mug on the coffee table, cutting me off. "Bella, that man is across the ocean. He won't find you here. You told me yourself you never specifically told him where your father lives. And even if he does find you, your father is a cop. He would never let anything bad happen to you."

I twirled a strand of hair from my ponytail between my fingers nervously. "I know, but I can't help being terrified of these nightmares I've been having lately. I mean, I almost never dream about Vicky anymore, but I dream about him? What's up with that?" I looked at her questioningly; wanting, and most of all, needing reassurance.

She squeezed my hand, smiling softly. "It's just your subconscious taking over. Nothing more."

"You really think that?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes. And I have to tell you, I'm very pleased with your progress thus far, so please try to think positive. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise."

Now, if I think about it, little did she know how wrong she was.

~~ 0 ~~

"So, big party tonight, huh?" Charlie said, his eyes bouncing between me and the ravioli I was cooking. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer as he eagerly waited for dinner.

"Yeah," I said distractedly, glancing at my iPhone that lay next to me on the kitchen counter.

"I bet he's going to like that fancy watch you bought him," he continued, making small talk.

I turned to him, smiling. "I hope so." Feeling guilty for leaving him alone yet another Saturday evening, I leaned against the counter, examining his face curiously. "What are you doing tonight? Are you going to Billy's?"

He actually blushed. "Uh... no. I have... plans."

"Really?" I sat up straighter, sensing something was up. "What kind of plans?"

Charlie hesitated, before finally taking a deep breath and looking me straight in the eyes. "Bells, I have to talk to you about something."

"Okay," I said cautiously. "Go ahead."

His brow furrowed as he seemed deep in thought. After a few long minutes of contemplation he spoke again. "You know Sue from the diner, right?"

"Yeah..." I trailed off, already knowing what all this was about.

"How would you feel about me dating her?" he spoke the words quickly, his eyes cautious as they searched my face for any sign of distress.

I smirked, refraining from laughing out loud. "Honestly, Dad? It kind of took you a long time to ask her out."

He gaped at me like I had grown a second head. "So, you don't mind?"

"Why would I?" I said sincerely, shrugging. "It's your life. I want you to be happy, Dad."

He actually seemed shocked for a brief moment before regaining his composure. "Well, alright then."

"Where are you taking her?" I inquired curiously.

"A restaurant in Port Angeles."

I nodded. "You want me to help pick out your clothes?"

His face was immediately lit by a brilliant, genuine smile. "Yeah. I'd like that."

~~ 0 ~~

"Babe!" Edward called, knocking on the bathroom door impatiently. "Come on, people are starting to arrive."

"I'll be down in a minute!" I called back, quickly finishing applying mascara. I didn't hear his footsteps as he left his bedroom, because the music coming from downstairs was too loud, but I did hear the door slam forcefully behind him. I rolled my eyes at my reflection. It was his way of telling me that he was in a bad mood, and I'd better move my ass downstairs before he lost every shred of patience he had left.

I put on some red lipstick, then ran my fingers through my hair to make sure all the curls were in place. I walked out of the bathroom, grabbing my black pumps that lay next to Edward's bed, putting them on and heading downstairs.

Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, the front door opened and Ben and Angela stepped in. My eyes instinctively darted behind them, searching for Jacob. I let out a sigh of relief when I didn't see him anywhere.

Edward's parties were a bit selective, so people who didn't get a personal invitation from him, like Mike Newton or Jacob, were taking the risk of dealing with Edward's wrath if they showed up uninvited. There were a few other people on Edward's black list, who never got invited to his parties, but Mike and Jacob were the two guys he most hated. I didn't even want to think about what he was capable of doing if one of them decided to crash one of his parties.

Since that day he had caused Edward and me to fight, Jacob hadn't talked to me again. Even in Latin, a class we shared together every Wednesday, he completely ignored me and even moved to the back of the class, so he wouldn't sit behind me anymore.

It was a little weird. First he insisted that he wanted to be friends again, and then he went back to ignoring me without trying to convince me to give our friendship another chance.

Not that I minded. It was better that way. Edward would have a fit, if he ever saw Jacob approach me again. Not to mention that I had unintentionally let it slip that Jacob had been talking badly about him behind his back when we were still friends. I regretted it, but the deed was done, and I couldn't take my words back.

"Hey, guys!" I greeted them in an overly-enthusiastic voice. "I'm glad you came."

Ben nodded. "Hi, Bella."

"You look nice," Angela smiled, taking in my red, strapless, mid-thigh, baby-doll dress that Edward practically demanded I wore after he saw me in the red lingerie I had bought for him. To say that he had loved the lingerie would be an understatement, and it seemed that red had became his new favorite color on me.

"You too," I said sincerely. "I love green on you."

"Where's Edward?" Ben asked gruffly, showing me the gift bag he was holding. He also seemed in a bad mood, and I briefly wondered why.

"Uh..." I glanced to my left, seeing people move around in the living room, but not spotting Edward. "I really have no idea. I think he might be in the kitchen."

"I'll go look for him," he mumbled, before quietly departing and leaving Angela and me alone.

"So... how have you been, Bella?" she questioned, still lingering by the front door. "We haven't talked in a while."

I shrugged. "I've been good. You?"

"Same."

We stared at each other silently for what seemed like minutes.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I offered, breaking the awkward silence.

"Sure," she said, and I turned around, heading towards the kitchen. "I'll come with you."

Sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka in front of them were Edward, Emmett, and now Ben. When Edward's eyes met mine, his mouth curved into a sexy smile. His gaze slowly traveled down my body, briefly lingering on my breasts.

"Hey, Bella," Emmett said, grinning up at me. "You look good."

"Hi, Em." I walked over to them, grabbing the bottle of vodka and squeezing his shoulder lightly. "I like your outfit." He was wearing a neon orange shirt, black jeans and bright yellow Nike sneakers.

He laughed, pulling me in his lap. "Yeah, I'm in party mode." He kissed my cheek, taking the bottle from me and taking a swing.

I saw Edward frown at us deeply, and I rolled my eyes at his possessiveness.

"You want orange or apple juice with it?" I asked, turning to look at Angela.

"Apple," she said quietly, and Ben gave her a strange, but meaningful look. Clearly there was something going on between them.

I stood up, grabbing the vodka from Emmett. Taking the apple juice out of the fridge, I mixed it with the alcohol and handed the glass to Angela. "Here you go."

"Thanks," she murmured with a sigh. She looked at me like there was something else she wanted to tell me.

Before I had a chance to pull her aside and ask her what was wrong, Edward came behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Let's dance," he whispered sultrily, kissing the skin behind my ear.

He pulled me out of the kitchen and into the empty foyer, where he started to sway us in time with the music, his strong arms never leaving me.

"Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?" he murmured, kissing my neck languidly and causing shivers to run down my spine.

I smiled, running my palms up and down his broad back. "Yes, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

"You're sexy." He kissed my lips softly before covering my ear with his mouth. "Beautiful. Breathtaking. Ravishing."

"Mmmm," I hummed, pleased with his compliment. "You don't look too bad yourself, birthday boy."

"So you think I'm hot?" He looked down at me, smirking cockily.

"Burning hot," I whispered seductively, kissing his chin. My hands slipped down his back until they rested on his behind. "I like those jeans on you. They show off your perfectly sculptured butt."

He groaned softly, pushing his hips into mine and practically squeezing me to his body. "You wanna go upstairs, so I can show you my ass?"

I laughed softly at his eagerness to ditch everyone for sex. "You can't miss your own party, Sparky."

He frowned, his mouth setting into a small pout. "Yes, I can. Puffin."

I rolled my eyes, pulling away from him. "Later." Taking his hand in mine, I led him into the living room where the party was just getting started.

~~ 0 ~~

Around midnight, Alice and I went to her room so she could change clothes. A guy from school had gotten pretty drunk and unintentionally spilled his beer on Alice's blue sequin top and skinny jeans. Pissed off, she yelled at him and even smacked him over the side of his head before grabbing my hand and practically dragging me upstairs with her.

Twenty minutes later, we were heading back downstairs. Jasper appeared out of no where, whisking Alice away and leaving me alone in the middle of the crowded foyer. My eyes instinctively searched for Edward as I made a beeline for the living room.

I spotted Angela who was engrossed in conversation with Jessica. Next to them Ben and Emmett were also talking. All of the sudden, Rosalie passed by me with a plastic cup in hand, and I placed a hand on her forearm to get her attention.

"Have you seen Edward?" I yelled, trying to make my voice heard over the loud rap music.

She shook her head, then shrugged apologetically. She offered me the cup, and I sniffled it before taking a sip. Vodka again.

Turning around, I headed towards the kitchen, but Edward wasn't there either. Just a couple of jocks drinking beer and playing with Esme's china.

"Hey, put that down," I said to a guy who was spinning a plate on the tip of his forefinger.

He laughed, obviously drunk. "Calm down, girl. We were just having fun."

I yanked the plate from him, returning it to its place. "Keep you hands off the china," I warned, not in the mood to put up with them. Something in my gut told me I had to find Edward. Fast.

He just raised his hands up defensively, winking at me playfully.

After searching his room and realizing that Edward was definitely not in the house anymore, I went outside to look for him. I didn't even get to step out the front door, and my eyes immediately landed on him. He was standing, his back to me and his hands crossed over his chest, his posture almost defensive. I could hear his voice, followed by another, and my vision darkened in anger.

Tanya.

I knew it was her, even though I couldn't exactly see her, because of Edward's large form towering over hers.

I found myself speaking as the words spat from my mouth like venom. "Are you two having a nice chat?"

Edward whirled around wide-eyed. Panic flooded his features, and I had to keep myself from smirking. Deja-vu much, Edward? I thought to myself smugly.

"Yes, actually we were having a nice chat before you showed up," Tanya said defiantly, and I felt the blood rush to my head.

I took a few steps forward, glaring at her. "Get the fuck out of my face before I rip all of your fucking hair out." I was doing my best to stay calm and not cause a scene, even though I was fuming on the inside.

She snorted, but the look on my face must have been murderous, because she stared at me for a moment, before starting to walk past me. She was heading inside, but abruptly stopped mid-way, turning around and giving me the once over. "By the way, you look like the town's slut."

Oh no, she fucking didn't!

I was about to launch myself at her and fucking kill her, when Edward's hands gripped my upper arms tightly, stopping me. "You fucking ugly whore!" I screamed, outraged. "Edward is not your boyfriend anymore, you psycho stalker. Can't you get that through that thick skull of yours? I knew blondes were dumb, but you just top them all."

She laughed, enjoying the reaction she had gotten from me. "He may not be my boyfriend anymore, but he definitely deserves better than you. He'll get bored of you eventually, and I can't wait for that day to come. I'll be laughing my ass off. Maybe I'll even throw a party to celebrate."

"Tanya!" Edward's forceful voice rang from behind me in warning.

She rolled her eyes, swaying a bit on her feet, and I realized she was drunk. "Whatever," she snorted, stepping inside and slamming the door behind her.

I whirled around to face Edward, slapping his hands away. "Why was she invited to this party?" I demanded, feeling betrayed.

He shook his head, taking a step towards me. I took one back, and pain flashed across his face. "She wasn't. She came on her own."

"I want her out of here," I sneered. "Now."

"What do you want me to do, Bella?" he said softly, reaching for me again. "I can't just throw her out of the house."

I pushed him away. "Yes, you can. It's her or me."

His face paled, then his beautiful features twisted in anger. "Are you trying to pick a fight with me on my fucking birthday?"

"She started it!" I stomped my foot like a petulant child, tears starting to gather in my eyes. "I can't stand her, Edward. Are you going to be such a hypocrite and deny that she was hitting on you?"

"No, but she's drunk. She's not thinking clearly. Just ignore her."

At his words I felt like I was going to explode with rage. "Ignore her?" I yelled, my voice cracking. "Fuck you, Edward! I'm going home."

"Baby..." His pleading voice trailed off as I started to head inside, determined to get my keys and leave. His quick footsteps echoed behind me. He grabbed my waist with both hands, twirling me around and smashing his mouth to mine.

I started crying. He pulled away, wiping my tears with his thumbs.

"You're jealous like hell at the mere mention of Jacob's name, but I don't have the right to be jealous of your ex-girlfriend that still hasn't gotten over you after all these months?" I said between sobs. I was being hysterical, but I couldn't help it.

"Bella..." He sighed, kissing the tip of my nose gently. "Tanya is delusional. Jacob, on the other hand, is a sneaky, cunning motherfucker."

My nostrils flared, my chin trembling and tears continuing to fall down my cheeks. "I want her gone, Edward."

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it roughly. "Fine," he hissed, closing his eyes for a brief second. "Wait here."

He went inside, and not a minute later he came back with Tanya. She was gazing up at him adoringly, her eyes narrowing when she spotted me. "What's going on? Edward?"

Edward stared down at her, his brow furrowed. "You have to leave."

Emmett appeared in the doorway, his car keys in hand, waiting patiently.

Tanya seemed shocked for a brief moment, but recovered quickly. "No. I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes, you are, Tanya," Edward barked. "This is my fucking party, and you were not invited."

She flinched at his tone. "You're doing this because of this fucking bitch, aren't you?" she screamed, her eyes wild.

"Tanya, please let's not make a scene," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't want you here."

"This is your fault!" She pointed to me accusingly. "He left me because of you! I hope you fucking die and rot in hell, you little slut." Emmett stepped up front silently, putting an arm around her and pulling her towards his Jeep. She protested, glaring at me over her shoulder and muttering under her breath. "Home wrecker!" she yelled just before Emmett opened the door and forced her in the passenger seat.

Emmett started the car up, driving away. Tanya opened the window and continued to scream curses at me until they were out of sight.

"Great party, Edward," I muttered, my voice shaking. I was so fucking tired of this. Of her. I just wished that she would leave us alone already.

Edward gathered me in his arms lovingly. "I love you, Bella," he murmured, kissing my temple. "No one else but you. Please, don't be upset. She's fucking crazy." I was silent, my face buried in his chest. He put a finger under my chin, lifting my face to him. "Tell me you love me," he said softly, rubbing his nose on mine.

"I love you," I said, my eyes watering again. We stood, wrapped in an embrace, the dark night surrounding us. "Please, don't ever cheat on me," I suddenly blurted out, my chest constricting at the mere thought of Edward going to another woman. "I'd rather be single for the rest of my life than go through that again."

He gaped at me, caught off guard. "I could never do that to you," he said, shaking his head. "I swear. You're my fucking life now. You're everything to me, Bella."


A/N Just keep in mind that neither Edward or Bella are perfect. I've stated that before. Perfect people do not exist, so of course we all have our flaws. As you can all see, Edward's flaw is possessiveness. He's young and in love for the first time, but he'll cool off with time.

Oh, and don't be mad at Bella... I'm a blonde too...just keep reading...lol

IMPORTANT! ! ! Because I'm the biggest idiot there is on this fucking planet, I accidentally deleted chapter five (don't even ask how) and I don't have it saved anywhere on my computer. I have it written in an old notebook, but it's a bit different from the one posted here. SOOOO, instead of working on the new chapter, I'll be working on chapter five. I know. I fucking suck. Pardon my French, but I'm so mad right now. Rant over :D

Translations:

Je te trouverai- I will find you.

Tu es a moi- You are mine.