A/N: I just posted on Facebook that I was unsure of the flow of this chapter and how it would fit, but you know what skip it. For better or worse here it is. Let me know what you guys think. The songs I am writing about in this chapter, which are kind of the driving force for this story, are Lifehouse ft. Natasha Bedingfield Between the Raindrops, and the other song is by Ron Pope called A Drop in the Ocean. You guys' response to this story is still amazing. I think I responded to all the reviews either through Facebook or on Facebook. Thank you so much for taking the time to leave me your thoughts. They do help me write. I hope this is good enough.

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EPOV

Dear Edward,

I hope everything is going okay for you. I'm actually doing okay. I had a very interesting day yesterday; I got a visit from your mother and your sister or sister-in-law. I think she called herself both? They were very nice. They took me to this amazing hotel for dinner. It was nice to have someone worry about me, I've never had that before. You're so lucky, and your mother is just plain sweet and so amazing.

I have been listening to our song, a lot. I thought of something, there is one part of the song and it says crossing the fine lines we drew. What are your lines? I wanna know your deal breakers? I think it's kinda cool we have a song. I listen to it whenever I'm having a rough moment or something is just kinda got me down.

I have finals coming in a few days, I hate this time of year because it's summer break, it gets quiet around here. My work hours slow down. The thing I hate most of all is how everyone goes to see family, and I don't have one. Ben invited me to go home with him, but I don't want to be anyone's charity case. Ben and I aren't so tight these days; he is trying to put bad thoughts about you in my head. I know that you did some not so great things in order to get yourself there, but I know that you would never intentionally hurt me. I know that you had your reasons, and I trust that those reasons are important to you. Maybe someday, when you and I have some privacy, you might be able to better explain things to me. I would never ask you to do that now. I told your mother, I just want you safe and happy. I would never expect you to put yourself in a situation to make things worse for yourself just to appease my curiosity.

Well, I promised your mom that I had to study, so as much as I have so much other stuff I want to say to you I should close this. But before I do, Confession: It freaks me out that your parents know so much about me. I mean, I get they have to be careful, but really, your mother knew my grade point average. She called me her daughter-in-law, and your sister? She is sweet, if a little overzealous. Like, I really think she is planning our wedding in her head, or something. Like, she refused to accept that we are just friends. I don't want to put a title on what this is when I haven't even had that discussion with you. So they were sweet, I was just overwhelmed. I actually, for a minute, was like, 'wow, is this how it feels like to have a family?' I know, weird right? I mean, don't get me wrong, being alone hasn't given me daddy issues or anything. I just think having a support system to share your accomplishments with is important and something everyone wants. So thank you for sharing that with me.

Well, I promised your mother I would kick ass on my finals and keep my A average, so I should go study. I did give Rosalie a few more songs to load onto your Mp3 player, so make sure it gets updated. Ron Pope. And I'm hoping you will understand what I'm thinking without thinking I'm certifiable. I just I don't think I should think the things I'm thinking, the things your sister and mother want me to think. Ugh enough rambling. Night.

There is a smile on my face, knowing that together. Everything that's in our way, we'll be better than alright.

Always.

Bella.

I laughed as I put her letter down. The poor girl had been ambushed by my nosy-ass mother. My father had already run a background check on her and Rosalie-god, I don't know how my brother deals with her sometimes. I mean it's cool because she is amazing, would do anything for our family, loyal as shit, but the girl can be a bit much sometimes. I used to tell Emmett he had to be sealing a nomination for sainthood by marrying her ass. He would laugh it off and say he was the lucky one.

I could only imagine the shock that my poor innocent Bella experienced when it came to my mother and the blonde devil that is typically sitting on her shoulder, encouraging her fuckery. I could only shake my head and pray for the day that Bella is devil on the other shoulder. A guy could hope right?

My dad seemed pretty convinced he had that fucking judge by the nuts, but only time would tell. His famous last words, "This time, son, you need to be patient and look at this as a learning experience."

I wrote Bella a quick few pages telling her that if I had my way, there would be no more fine lines between us, that she was my deal breaker. I wanted her and only her. I explained I had no right to ask that of her, but I needed to know she was just as invested in me as I was into her. I also broke down and told her, as much as it was better for me to just be her friend, I needed to her to be my more, I needed us to be more.

I asked what she would think of me arranging for her to maybe come visit me at some point, while she was on her summer break.

I'm so fucking selfish I really should end this, give her a chance at finding some straight-laced guy who would never introduce her to danger. Who would give her the safe, quiet existence she was used to. My life and my world were the complete opposite, but she was convinced she needed something different.

I was tossing all that to the wind with my selfish requests. I can't deny that being all about my needs is one of my many flaws. Flaws that Bella is convinced don't exist. She told me in one of her letters she thought me to be flawless, like she had dreamed me to life. I told her she thought too much of me. I rushed to drop the letter in outgoing before going to cook.

I went to my job in the kitchen, I never ate any of the meals served here, simply because I thought this shit wasn't suitable to be fed to a dog. But I was learning how to cook. I mean, I could make some pretty kick ass scrambled eggs now. I could actually bake a cake too. Before I got locked up I couldn't even tell you how to turn on a fucking stove. I had my mom, and if mom didn't cook Rosalie always made sure my fridge got cleaned out and there was something for me to eat.

I shook off the thoughts of my old life. I mean, I knew my father would eventually make shit happen, but right now I was just focused on getting the social workers and counselors off my nuts. I was on desserts today. Good, just me, some fucking cake frosting and my iPod.

I made sure to let it sync up and noticed the new song Bella had mentioned in her letter and started it.

It's like a drop in the ocean, or a change in the weather. I was praying that you and I might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert. I'm holding you closer than most, cause you are my heaven.

The words damn near brought me to my knees. She wanted me, she was as invested as I was, and this was fucking insane. I could barely concentrate long enough to get through my job and clean up before I was back in my cell with our songs on repeat. It felt like these songs were written for me and Bella, like these were our story. I hoped that we got a happy ending.

I woke up with a start on visiting day. I wasn't sure if my mom and sister-in-law would be coming. I honestly didn't know if they were back from Arizona. The last time I had talked to my dad, he told me that Mom had stayed there for a few extra days. She didn't say why, but she said she felt like she was needed.

"Cullen, you have a visitor," the hack said.

I got up and assumed the position. They always handcuff and shackle us. I'm resigned to it, but I knew if I really needed to get out, I could. I humor the asshats that have my freedom in their fists.

I was led to the visitor room to see my father and Rosalie. They were both wearing huge smiles.

"Which one of youse ate the canary?" I asked, sitting down.

"You ready to get the hell out of this shit hole?" my dad asked.

"I was ready the day I got here. Now what are you talking about, old man?" I asked, letting out a breath.

"Tomorrow. You'll be coming home tomorrow. The charges will be dropped and your record will be expunged," he said simply.

I had to stay calm because a few of the hacks were watching. "Dad, are you serious? How the hell did you pull this off?"

"Well, I think that a certain judge has some paternity issues and jealousy, which led him to pad the charges against you, in lieu of a pissing contest he knew he would lose. He would do anything to keep it from being exposed. End of story, tomorrow you're coming home," he said.

"Holy shit! Uhh, Rosalie, I need you to call-"

"No, we're going to surprise her and mom. Mom is still with her. She thought Bella needed some mothering. Her apartment, Edward-I just. Mom needed to stay there. And those girls she works with? They humiliate her. It's just-Mom needed to be there," Rosalie stated simply.

I was fighting to keep my rage under control; the thought of Bella hurting had me seeing red.

"Edward, calm down. Your mother is taking care of it. It will be okay. I need you to focus on keeping quiet and calm so that we can get you out of here tomorrow. You can handle it once you're in a not-so-controlled environment," my dad hissed under his breath.

I sat back and nodded, going into my head for the rest of the visit. I had to constantly remind myself to keep it cool, I was raging inside.

"Times up, Cullen," the guard said.

"Edward, I want you in your cell until 8:00 tomorrow morning. I will be here and we'll make things right for your girl. Relax, I made sure you'll be left alone and your dinner will be delivered. I'm serious, do not leave your cell," my father, said giving my arm a not so gentle squeeze, letting me know it wasn't a request.

"Yeah, Dad, I got your message. I'm good," I said, trying to shake him off.

"Don't fuck this up, I mean it. Don't say anything to anyone. Don't come out, keep to yourself. If you ruin this I will cut you off, no more help! This is serious!" he whispered.

"I know, Dad, I know what's at stake. I won't fuck up," I said.

"Good, then we'll see about getting you to your girl," he smiled.

I got a hug from Rosalie who said, "Edward I can honestly say that she is just what you need. Just as much as you are what she has needed," she said before kissing my cheek.

Tomorrow. I could possibly have Bella in my arms as early as tomorrow, and she has no idea I'm coming.