Something different: A warning is going to be given for this chapter and the next few. Child abuse will be discussed. I know some of you have trouble reading about it and I understand. Please, do not read if this is going to upset you...that is not my intention. If you want to know about the girl from the last chapter, you will be safe reading this first part so you can get your answers :) I don't think you will be disappointed.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns these characters and the awesomeness that is Twilight! I'm just subjecting them to my fun little schemes.

Chapter 36

Bella was getting more annoyed by the second and decided if someone didn't tell her who the hell this girl was...and soon...she was going to march over and ask her herself. "Edward, who is she?" Bella asked, knowing he knew exactly who she was.

Edward took a gulp of his beer and shook his head. "Remember that girl who kissed me?"

"No fucking way!" Bella gasped, looking back at the girl, who obviously had no shame.

"Way."

"She needs to quit staring at you."

"What do you want me to do? Walk over there and tell her that? I'd rather just ignore her..."

Bella looked up and saw that he wouldn't need to walk towards the girl at all, she was coming to them. Frozen, she watched as Miss Bitch leaned over the table, looking right at Edward. The other girls who were standing with her, came over as well. The bottle blonde waved a hello to Tyler, obviously knowing him. "How are our favorite firemen?" blondie asked.

Bella had to give Tyler props, he looked just as frozen as Bella felt. This was a whole new level of awkwardness. "Happily married," Edward responded, sitting back and looking at the girl for the first time.

"What a shame. That kiss was definitely something..."

Bella had enough at that point, whether the girl knew Bella was his wife or not, she decided to make it absolutely clear. Sliding closer to him, she grabbed his chin and brought his lips to hers. While she started it with the intention of pulling away and saying something clever, she realized there was no way in hell she was capable of talking. Jealous Bella came out full force and she deepened the kiss, and Edward pulled her into his lap. It wasn't until she heard people clearing their throats that she realized the girl was gone and everyone was staring at them.

Immediately, Bella began to blush and pulled away from him. Sliding into her chair, she said to her husband, "I'm not feeling well. I think I want to go home..."

Edward was looking at her, obviously still a little dazed from the kiss they had just shared. He was even short on breath. "Alright. Yeah. Just let me use the restroom real quick..."

Bella had no idea why what happened next happened but she couldn't stop herself. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had slipped into the men's bathroom, pulled her husband towards her, and locked the door clumsily as his body pinned her to it. Apparently, he was just as worked up as she was. He was always gentle with her, always nurturing, always making sure it was what she wanted. This time was different.

As Bella bit down on her lip to keep from crying out, Edward kissed her neck and hitched her leg up around his waist. She felt him press his hard shaft against her core and she dug her nails into the wooden door as she was lifted off the ground completely. His muscular arms were flexing as he ran his hands up and down her sides, kissing her collarbone, chest, lips, and starting over again. Before she knew what was happening, he put her leg down long enough to grab her panties and all but rip them from her body. The minidress she wore ended up above her hips as he repositioned her leg and slammed into her. She felt weightless, being that he was completely supporting her weight. Her hair fell down below her shoulders as her nails scratched at the graffiti-ridden wood.

She knew the exact moment he came because she heard him say, "You're mine," in a harsh whisper just before he stopped his hard thrusts. He held her up by pinning her to the door again with his body. He rested his head on her shoulder, panting hard, and giving her time to regain control over her own body. Bella was eventually set down on shaking legs, glancing at the mirror she saw that her make-up was smeared, her hair was frazzled, and she was covered in a thin sheet of sweat.

Edward stood, leaning against the door while she peed, washed her hands, and fixed her make-up. "Do you still want to go home?" he asked.

"No. Not really," Bella said with a smirk.

On Monday, Bella walked into Clair's room to drop off Kaley and was surprised to see her friend wasn't there. Clair was always punctual. Always. Grabbing the room phone from the wall, Bella hit 0 to call the office. "Um, hey, it's Bella Cullen. I just stopped by Clair's room and she's not here. No one's here, actually."

As she said this last part, she looked at the apple clock hanging on the wall. It was eight ten. The students usually arrived by eight fifteen. Teachers had to be there by seven forty-five. With third grade, Bella was able to give them a little freedom, not having to be there the second they walked in, but Clair couldn't just let sixteen five year olds alone. "Let me see if she signed in this morning," Veronica responded, sounding like she was shuffling around papers. "Nope. She didn't call in either. I say just give her a few minutes. It's not like this is normal for her. Maybe she just got caught up..."

Bella hung up after saying goodbye and looked at Kaley. She couldn't very well leave her unattended. "Honey, let's go back to mommy's room. Clair isn't here yet."

Bella was just about to go upstairs when she saw kids start to come in. She couldn't just let them alone unattended either so she followed them in and turned on the lights. "Alright, boys and girls, put your things away. Miss Smith will be here soon," Bella called, taking control. She helped Kaley unpack her things and called Donna. "I need you to watch my kids. Clair didn't show up and I have a room full of preschoolers to keep an eye on."

"That's odd."

"I know, right? I should be up soon. I'm going to call the office again. I don't want to get Clair in trouble but she should have at least called in so they'd have a sub for her."

"Take your time, I can give these guys some brain teasers to work on. Call if you need me."

After calling the office and having them send down Veronica to keep an eye on the kids until an actual sub could get there, Bella went back to her own room and started the kids on a new vocabulary lesson. She pushed Clair out of her mind, figuring she was upset about having told Tyler the big news. Maybe he over reacted. Maybe she was really upset.

At lunchtime, Bella sat down at her desk to call Clair. Before she could get the number from her contacts, there was a knock on her door. She jumped, surprised, and saw someone standing outside of her door. Pushing it open, she came face to face with Matt—who looked like he wanted to cry. "What's going on?"

"It's Robert."

"Mam, you're missing the point. Your son cannot sleep outside every night even if he wants to. It's not healthy and if no one is out here with him, what would happen if he was kidnapped or if he wandered away?" Edward looked at the clueless mother, fighting the urge to say, 'be the fucking adult in this relationship', but he just waited to hear her argue with him.

As she went on and on about how her son wouldn't sleep unless he was outside, Edward found himself thinking about the Davareaux case. Lately, it was all he thought about. That weekend had gone slowly, he knew there was nothing he could do to help Robby and the state was being difficult, telling him that they had other problems that needed taken care of first—that Caleb was fine and they were sure Robby was fine as well. It pissed him off. Finally unable to listen to the woman in front of him anymore, he sighed, "You don't have a choice in this. Make him sleep inside or I will go after getting a court order to have your son placed where he won't be running the neighborhood at three in the morning."

As he drove off, he knew it was an empty threat, if they wouldn't do anything for Robby and his brother, they sure as hell weren't going to do anything for a little boy who wanted to live in the wild. He and Bella had spent the rest of the weekend with Kaley after Esme dropped her off at home Saturday morning. They worked outside, him cutting the grass and Kaley and Bella working in the small garden the two of them had started a couple of months ago. On Sunday, they had gone to church, which had turned into something normal for them since the wedding. He sat on the porch swing that Sunday, watching his Bella play hopscotch with Kaley, the two of them giggling and having a good time.

As he drove now, he wondered if Tyler had gotten the news that he was going to be a father yet. Surely, he would have called Edward. Surely, Clair would have said something to Bella. He looked at the clock in his Jeep and saw that he had forty-five minutes until he had to stop out at Josephina Thersa and Darren's. Deciding to stop at the office and eat his lunch, he pulled out his phone to make sure there were no missed calls since it was on silent while he met with his last client. Sure enough, there were two of them. One from Bella's cell and one from the school phone...both happening just a few moments ago. He called her back immediately, already turning around and heading back towards Forks Elementary.

"Edward? Hey, there was an incident that I think you should know about," Bella said, sounding out of breath and scared.

"What? Oh God, please tell me nothing happened to Kaley!"

"No. She's fine. She's at lunch with the other kids. It's Robby. I think we have your evidence."

Edward pushed the accelerator down as far as it would go, terrified of what he was going to find at the school. He thought of the tiny little boy, much too small for his age, dressed in faded hand-me-downs and his unkempt hair. Edward thought about all the time he used to put into making sure Kaley was properly cared for, the nights he'd be up until one or two am just so she'd have clean clothes since he was called away to fight a fire and hadn't gotten to the laundry that evening. He thought about fighting her to eat, even though she tried to throw it back at him because she didn't like it. There were things you did as a parent because you had no other choice. The way this little boy was so obviously neglected made him a thousand times happier that Tanya had completely walked out of Kaley's life.

He parked the Jeep and skipped the office, heading straight for the nurses room, where Bella said they would be waiting. The guy he'd seen her with in Clair's room, Mark or Max or whatever his name was, stood leaning against the wall outside. Bella poked her head out and said something to him before noticing Edward and turning to him with a look of relief. "Thank God. He's in here."

Edward braced himself as he walked through the door to the little office and followed Bella back to a little curtained area. A woman who he recognized as the school nurse was kneeling in front of Robby who just sat ram rod straight on the side of the bed. He couldn't hear what was being said but the only voice was Jill's. "What happened?" Edward whispered to his wife, who looked like she was going to be sick.

"He passed out. Clair never showed up and Matt came in to sub for her. Well, all morning, her kids were with Veronica but at lunch time, Matt took over. All of the kids were heading down to lunch when Matt noticed Robby was shaking a little while he was standing in front of his locker. Matt asked him if he was okay and I guess Robby tried to close himself into his own locker. Before Matt could get it back open, he heard a thud and realized the Robby passed out. He got him out, getting the attention of another teacher who was in the hallway so that she could take the kids. He regained consciousness quickly but then Robby started to scream and took off. He came to get me, needing help to look for the little boy. Irina found him in a janitor's closet."

"Has he eaten anything yet?" Edward demanded, going into full care-giver mode.

"Not that I know of, he didn't eat here at school."

Edward looked around, his gaze resting on a box of saltines that was on Jill's desk. "Here, I think he needs to eat. Clair usually gave him something little to eat in the mornings..."

"Dear God..." he faintly heard Bella mutter.

"Look, I can't do anything for him..." Edward said, his voice full of frustration.

"There's more," Jill said, speaking to him for the first time, all the while handing the small, shaken boy a cracker, "I already took pictures. They're on my desk."

Edward's stomach turned as Jill lifted Robby's dirty shirt, exposing blistered and broken skin. He didn't hesitate, though he was vaguely aware that Bella was having a hard time breathing beside him. Striding out of the room, he pulled his cell phone out. "Gary, I don't give a fuck what the fucking higher ups want to do about Robert Davareaux. You get me a God damn warrant to take that little boy."

From the beginning of that day, Bella just knew it was going to be a bad one. From a missing Clair to having to call in Edward, she was about ready to curl into a ball and go to sleep in the corner of her classroom. Instead, she reassured Matt and went about her day. When the time to pick up Kaley and go home came around, she dreamt about her comfy bed at home the whole walk from her classroom to Clair's. When she got into the room, she froze. Kaley was obliviously playing with a doll but Matt was tapping his foot nervously.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Bella asked, coming around to the side of the desk and putting her hand on his shoulder. Kaley ran over and hugged her leg but she was more concerned for her coworker. "Matt, talk to me."

"I had to send him home." That was all the explanation that Bella needed.

"What? Why? I thought Edward said he had to go to a safe house..."

"Edward couldn't get the papers signed in time. It's all a bunch of paper work and red tape, Bella. They'll have him all night. They did...that...to him and I had to let him leave. I couldn't...I can't...save him."

"Matt, this isn't your fault. Believe me, we're all sick about what's happening here."

"How could this happen, Bella? In a country full of educated, smart people, how can a little boy like that get lost in the cracks? How?"

"I don't know, Matt. Edward's going to fix this, though. He has to...or else I'm afraid he's going to lose it."

Bella put Kaley into the car, made sure her booster seat was buckled right, and headed home. A sick feeling in her stomach made it impossible for her to eat much of their dinner—not to mention that she was alone with Kaley. Edward did come in around seven, his unruly hair sticking out everywhere, his clothes ruffled, and his phone never leaving his hand. "Matt told me you couldn't get a warrant today."

"I will. I have the D.A.'s office working on it. That little boy isn't spending one more full night in that hell..."

Bella knew him well enough to know that he was coming apart at the seams. "I love you, baby. Kaley is stressed over what's going on just as much as we are—and she doesn't even know what's going on. Why don't you just relax with her a little bit tonight until the D.A. calls you back?"

Without saying anything, Edward picked up his daughter, who was enjoying some rainbow sherbert and had it all over her face. Bella watched as he gave a small smile and sat her down on the counter by the sink to clean off her face. "Daddy's right here, Kaley. I love you."

"Alright, what will it be? Lunch meat or peanut butter and jelly? I didn't feel like cooking tonight..."

"I'll take peanut butter and jelly..."

Bella groaned and leaned against the refrigerator. Go freaking figure. As the sirens went off, she looked at Edward. "Let the other guys handle it. You need to figure out what's going on with Robby."

She knew it nearly killed him to turn down a call and when he agreed, Bella was in shock. As the house phone rang, Edward picked up Kaley and carried her over to pick it up. She watched as her husbands face went from solemn, to surprised, to absolute panic. Taking her daughter from him, Bella asked what was wrong as soon as the phone was hung up. "There's a fire at the Davareaux's."

"Go. Go get ready. I'll throw you some sandwiches together for the ride," Bella said, setting Kaley down and heading for the counter.

Edward sat in Emmett's truck, he, Jasper and Emmett were all crammed into the cab as they made their way towards the other side of town. Trying to keep chit-chat upbeat, Emmett glanced over at Jasper. "Does Al know when she's due yet? We have somethings that you can probably have. Rose and I don't plan to have another."

"You didn't plan to have the first," laughed Jasper.

"Touche. It's different this time, though. Rose is on that Morena thing...which is awesome...she can't forget to take that..."

Jasper turned to Edward and he knew what was coming. While the guys knew more about each other's wives than they should, stories from their honeymoons or other times that were particularly memorable—such as the night he and Bella had sex on the porch swing at three in the morning, trying to conceive was not something they discussed. Ever. So, he prepared himself for what Jasper was about to do, break the man code. "Alice said Bella is really starting to get frustrated."

Edward didn't know what to do. For a man, at least for himself, the idea of not being able to get his wife pregnant made him sick. This was one thing that she wanted, one thing that she needed him for, one thing that there was no way she could do without him—unless she was with another man—but she had chosen him the day she agreed to marry him. While he very well knew she was right, that he could obviously create a baby and that it could just be something with her body, he still felt like he was failing...just as he had told her he didn't feel she was failing him. So, when Jasper made the statement, he didn't know how to respond.

"We both are."

"Have you thought about Inver...Invit...whatever the hell that's called..." Jasper said, suddenly realizing that he never should have gone there in the first place.

"Invitro and no. Bella wants everything to happen naturally..." his voice trailed off as he gazed out the windshield. James and Tyler were already there with the truck, as were their partners from the other county and their two trucks. Water was being pumped into the house but what disturbed him most was the coroner van. The little boy's dark brown eyes filled Edward's head as he jumped out of the truck after Jasper, forgetting his helmet in the back and not bothering to stop and put on the fireman's uniform that was waiting for him in the firetruck.

"What the fuck is going on, James?" Edward asked, desperate for answers.

"I got called out for a house fire but when we got here I had to call in Mel. The state police are here as well. They found the wife dead, so far we only have one body..."

"There's two kids who live here as well as their father!" Edward yelled over falling debris.

"We haven't been able to get into the house yet. The guys are just now getting the flames down..." Edward took off for the house, knowing it was completely and totally stupid but unable to stop his legs, that is until he heard it. Crying. Screaming and crying coming from a small shed at the other side of the house. Running over, he threw his entire body weight into the doors, busting them open. His heart stopped when he saw who was in there. A new screaming took over, this time from much deeper of a voice...Tyler was reeling from the discovery Edward had just made.

Yeah, the girl wasn't the best cliffy last chapter lol I just had to end it somewhere and it seemed like that was a good place. I hope you're still with me. If not, like I said, I do understand. I am just thrilled with the responses and support I am getting from everyone. It really does make me type faster! As always, you review, I'll update tomorrow blah blah blah ;) LP xxoo