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Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight and everything related. I own this storyline and its rated MA for a reason. I am crude, rude, vulgar and that isn't even getting into the characters. There is a lot, and I mean A LOT, of bad shit, swearing, and pervertedness (it will catch on and become a word) that goes on in here. I suggest if you're under 18 go to the mall or chill with friends and stop reading this particular story. Just sayn.

Hellloooo-o my pretties! This story has taken a mind of its own. I originally only had it as 28 chapters and since this is chapter 31 obviously that has changed. I am going to try to jump ahead in this chapter and next so this story is not 90 chapters. I would like to finish it before 45, but we will see. It will be an HEA so please don't go all goofy on me. There may be a bump or two but nothing major that I can see from here on out that's angsty. Wellllll, unless you consider the reintegration of lemonade angsty that is lol.

I will be having unexpected minor surgery on Tuesday (Feb 12, 2013 for those of you who are wondering) so the next chapter might be sooner OR it could be later depending on what happens. It's not serious, at least I hope it doesn't become serious, but it's necessary. I will work on it and post asap. I do not have a regular posting schedule.

I have wonderful beyotches, I need to thank, that help with this story. Jess2002, who is an awesome writer, loves to read for me as well as my Sarah. Sup ladies. I also have Mandee who usually betas for me, but she has some serious shit going on in RL right now and I'm leaving her be. I also have help from Kim, who can be a pain in the ass and a big dork lol, but I enjoy her and her stories. Check those out as well they are on my profile favorites. In Living Color being her newest masterpiece. I also have to give credit to her; once again, for Whack-a-bitch I did steal it from her. Thanks again Mrs. Kim.

Now people I am not one to leave you hanging so patience! Seriously! I also have to say for the love of all that is holy! DO NOT! Tell me where I screw up the English language in my chapters. I don't care. If my beta and pre-reades do not catch it, well it sure as shit isn't getting fixed! I did very well in my college English courses and received high honors so my "American English" is very apt thank you. I can even go all out and speak some "English, English" in a wonderful accent when I'm willing. Believe me it isn't half bad either. So yes I did well in college and had stupendous English grades for those classes; however I'm a country girl born and raised. If I wanna talk like a country chick then damn right I'll be speakn like the country folk here in this Podunk town. I don't care if it isn't proper English. I'll be eatin when I'm hungry, drivin when I needs ta go somewhere, and sure as shit I'll be hangin with my friends and bullshittin lots here on a Friday night. Please don't tell me where I screw up the grammar and what sentences are out of whack. I really could care less and it frustrates me to no end. Makes me postal.

I want to thank almost everyone who reviewed last chapter. I tried to answer as many as I could. I can't answer you if you don't log in and PM me as a guest. Which I need to address a certain PM I received. To answer GUEST: Yes I said I wanted to hug Rob a few chapters back during the infidelity of Kristen. No it was not because I hate Kristen or wish her ill by any means. I don't know her to hate her personally. I hate her actions and do not think she deserves a second chance. It has nothing to do with her being famous either. I have been cheated on and so have many close to me. Men and Women both. We all did the same and ended up with the same result. I gave the guy a second chance because he was sorry, didn't mean to, wished he could take it back and felt bad blah blah blah. I am divorced from him for a reason. He couldn't keep his dick in his pants even though he told me he was sorry when I caught him. I learned the hard way once a cheater always a cheater they just hide it better. Am I bitter? Absolutely not, I am happily divorced, beautiful, looking for love or a really good sex toy, which Rob is in the running for if he so choses. Bwahahahaha. I believe Rob deserves better than a cheating hussy (Kristen or not). Not because he's a celebrity, but because he is a person and deserves to be treated with respect and decency like other "normal" people. Trust is not as easily repaired as people make it out to seem and there is always a shadow of a doubt for the rest of your life. I do not appreciate you saying I am just going off because I want to "cougar him" and I'm jealous. That is a bunch of bullshit right there. Well not the cougar him part because I so would I'd have to be crazy not to, but the jealous thing is just redonkulous (also a new word that will catch on). I do think he would be a riot to chill and drink with in a pub and yes I am 35 so I'm considered a cougar, but who the hell cares. He's hot but it's not because I want to "cougar him" it's because he is a person who has a broken heart. I do not appreciate your comments on the matter because you don't know me or my heart. You don't know I am a very loving, considerate, humanitarian, giving, shy, gentle person and to quote my beta "too damn nice and let people walk all over me" give it the ex-hubby aka worthless cheating bastard. I do want Rob to be happy, not because he is a famous sexy, fine, smart, man, but because he is a human being and should be cherished. Now if you have any more questions or comments I suggest you grow balls, sign in and ask me. I will be honest. DO NOT JUDGE me just because I offer my sincerity and best wishes in a time of sorrow. I am who I am and my heart is very big and I care about people I don't even know. I cry during news shows for fuck sakes when it's a sad story. If you don't like it bite me I'm not here to please you.

Now for those of you who are still with me I am sorry for the rant, but it was needed. I do have to thank all of you for sticking with the story. I truly love you guys and am joyous each time I see new followers.

Whew. Wow Okays enough of my ranting. Back to my carefree self and on with the chapter.

Chapter 31: Goal-Line Stand

(Goal-Line Stand: Stopping the opposition at or near one's goal-line on a series of plays)

BPOV

"Edward, don't leave me!" I screamed as I reached for him because he couldn't be telling me goodbye.

"I lost you once, I won't do it again. Fucking Christ Isabella, I can't live without you, but you're pushing me away," he said and I wiped away my tear streaked cheeks with the back of my hand.

"I don't mean to. I wasn't-" I hiccupped as Edward walked to me and crouched down so he was eye level. He ran the back of his hand across my cheek.

"I know Baby, but you are and I am done and won't let you do it anymore. I love you Baby and I am not allowing you to push me away any longer." He used his thumb to catch a tear that slipped out.

"I-I love you too Edward, so much and I'm so sorry." I sobbed and Edward smiled as he stood up. He held his hand toward me and I went to grab it ,but his hand was just out of reach. Edward's eyebrows knitted together in confusion and then I saw the look on his face morph into some sort of agony.

"Edward?" I questioned but he didn't say anything as he moved farther away.

"Baby!" Edward screamed just as two arms reached around me and held on for dear life dragging me further out of his reach.

"Edward!" I screamed as I frantically reached for him through the air. I fell forward against the arms holding me and saw my feet which were dripping off my bones. Edward started running toward me.

"There's no saving you this time you're mine." A voice I recognized was in my ear and I screamed.

I sat straight up in bed screaming for dear life clutching my chest and looking around frantically. Edward came running into the room.

"Baby, are you okay," he asked as he sat down on the bed and wrapped me in his arms. I nodded because I was too afraid to talk as the tears ran down my face. Edward just held me until the shaking stopped.

"The nightmare?" he asked as he stroked my hair. I nodded against his chest.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. If I wouldn't have-" I quickly pulled back to look up at Edward. He blamed himself for my nightmare because of what he said at the hospital. When I thought he was telling me goodbye. Of course I had misunderstood and he was just trying to tell me I needed to stop pushing him away, but I took it wrong. It took him twenty minutes to calm me down enough so I'd understand he wasn't leaving me.

"It's not your fault Edward. We've been over this and Dr. Banner agrees. It's from the trauma of knowing Paul is out there, not what you did at the hospital." I tried to dispel his regret again. We had been over this multiple times since Charlie had told us about Paul's involvement in my abduction. It had been hard at first to deal with knowing I was still in danger. Security was doubled and I was never left alone. That's when the nightmare started.

"I just feel like if I would have gone about it differently, you wouldn't be having dreams of me leaving." He sighed as he tucked me against his chest again.

I shook my head against his chest. "It isn't about you leaving, Edward. It's about him taking me from you again." We sat there in silence for a very long time, him holding me, until we had to get up and get ready for the day.

"So the dream still hasn't changed?" Dr. Banner asked from his chair. I released my finger I had been gnawing on, from my mouth, just long enough to shake my head no. At first I thought it would be weird talking to a man about my issues, but as it turned out, Dr. Banner was awesome and I looked forward to my appointments. I had been seeing Dr. Banner since I was released from the hospital. He was a friend of Carlisle's and was the best in the area. His office was located in the same area as my physical therapy ,so it made my life easier.

"Have you given any more thought to what I suggested about hypnotizing you?" He raised a brow and waited for my answer. I sighed heavily and wondered how I wanted to answer that question. Had I thought about his suggestion of hypnotizing me to see if I could finish the dream without freaking out? Yes. Did I want to do it so I could find out the ending? Yes. Was I scared shitless that I would wake up totally more fucked in the head than I already am? Absofuckinglutely beyond any shadow of a doubt.

"I have and I'm quite hesitant about it," I said in an almost whisper. The only problem was I still had a hard time addressing my fear of being abducted again. It was like pulling nails and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't loosen up and think about reliving it all over again. I knew I wouldn't survive even if it was just in a dream state.

"It's understandable. The trauma you suffered in the hands of your captors makes things difficult. The fact you are doing so well is wonderful, Isabella. You're doing well in therapy and the rest will come when you're ready. I believe the hypnosis would help you get some closure and stop the incessant nightmare, but it's ultimately your choice. I am here to help you anyway I can," he stated matter-of-factly as he wrote something down quickly on his notepad.

"I'll think about it." I nodded. Dr. Banner shifted in his seat and crossed his left ankle onto his right knee.

"What about the intimacy with your boyfriend, how is that coming along?" he asked and sat his yellow legal pad down. I snorted scuffed. How was my sex life? It was fucking absent. That's how it was. Edward was being an overprotective ass and wouldn't budge on anything sexually related. He took to wearing pajamas to bed, showered alone, made sure we were never in the pool or hot tub area together, and god forbid we were ever anywhere naked together.

He was in a perpetual state of arousal, which was very noticeable and tried to hide by jerking off, but I could tell every time we were alone it was beyond painful for him. I was also in agony because I needed him, not just for release, but I needed the closeness of it. It was ridiculously insane if you ask me. He even gutted the damn playroom, without my knowledge. I found out accidentally about a week ago. I was really needing some help with my "alone time," because like I said, Edward wasn't helping. I had literally taken matters into my own hands. I giggled internally at myself. I went into the playroom, after I stole the spare key, to get me some assistance and the damn place was empty. I nearly fell over. Gale, after I cornered her, confessed that Edward put everything into storage before I left the hospital. I was quite pissed about that shit because it meant Edward still felt like he was in the same category as Embry and Paul. There was a big difference. Psychotic, demented, serial killers Embry and Paul or sexy, kinky, spank me please daddy Edward, yeah no comparison between them. I couldn't really tell dear old doc about the play room, so I went with the only true answer I could.

"There is no sex life. I have been a one woman show since I was given the all clear." I scoffed.

"That must be trying on your relationship to not have the intimacy. How is everything else going in the relationship? Anything pressing beyond lack of sex we should talk about?" Dr. Banner asked as he uncrossed his leg and sat forward in his chair.

"Nah. Everything else is fine. Edward is really attentive to all my other needs." I smiled. The man was a doting housewife when he was home. It was almost enough to drive me insane. Almost, but not quite. The ding of the buzzer, sounding our time was up, made me jump in my seat.

"Okay. Well if you'd like me to help you talk to Edward about the intimacy issue or anything else you need help communicating to him, I will be more than happy to.," Dr. Banner said as he stood up and held his hand out. I placed my hand in his and he kissed the back in a friendly gesture. I took it with a smile not worrying about the dear old doc flirting with me. He was nearly sixty, balding, and a little chubby, but he was helping even if it was slowly.

"Thanks doc. I'll be sure to do that." I winked and he chuckled.

"Make an appointment with Laura on your way out and I'll see you next week," he said as I wheeled myself toward the door.

"Will do doc."

"Tell Joe I said hi," he called as I was wheeling out the door and I growled. I heard his chuckle as the door shut behind me.

"This shit hurts like a mother fucker, ya know," I stated through clenched jaw as I moved my hand another inch down the bars and he just laughed. I hated him so badly right now. Him being Joe, my physical therapist and drill sergeant extraordinaire, he was an evil man who loved to torture me. Joe was built like a shit brick house. Emmett had tried to get him to arm wrestle more than once because they were almost the same size. Emmett had two inches on Joe in height, but Joe made up for it in width. Joe worked for The Dallas Center of Rehabilitation.

I was against going there at first; because it was public, but I was assured by Carlisle that it was 'designed to provide an optimal environment for physical rehabilitation and healing' and since it was located near the major medical centers it would make it easier. They were professional, had short-term services, and offered me anonymity. To top it off, they were the best in Orthopedic Rehabilitation and offered Private Pay so Edward could make payments directly to the center and keep our services secret. It truly was the best and I got to keep Joe who was really good at this shit. He wouldn't let me get away with whining or anything. Maybe Emmett would kick his ass for me though, because he was mean and I hated him for torturing me at the moment anyway.

"I hate you," I told him through gritted teeth as I moved my left leg and he just laughed harder and made a kissy face.

"You're such an asshole." I chuckled as I moved my right hand down the bar. Fuck this was hard. I knew trying to walk again was going to suck ,but this shit hurt like a mother fucker. I was tired, sore, and sexually frustrated. Joe, my physical therapist, I would swear was a sadist and loved to torture me. Of course, that wasn't the case at all. He was just doing his job. I was so damn tired and he just wouldn't relent on his exertion. I think he was trying to cock block me the bastard. He had to know how hard it had been for me over the last six weeks. I had been sexually frustrated since New Year's and Edward wouldn't help. Of course, I took matters into my own hands when I could, but that only does so much. I was going to combust if I didn't get sex soon.

"Hello, Bella," Joe's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"What!" I snapped and Joe chuckled. He knew, damn him, the hard ass cock blocker knew and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You're finished. You just going to hang there or get in the wheelchair?" He smiled and I realized sometime during my sexually frustrated thoughts I had finished the walk down the bars. I was still learning how to use the braces and it was nice to be able to walk for a little while each day, but it was damn tiring considering I had to do it this way. I narrowed my eyes at him again and he smirked.

"When is your man going to be home?" he asked through a chuckle as he held the handles on my chair so I could slide in. I blushed and shook my head at the all-knowing cock blocker causing Joe to laugh as I sat my ass in the wheelchair.

"Two days," I said and I swear I hear him say 'thank god' under his breath. Bastard. Edward was away at a GQ photo shoot in New York and would be flying in Saturday evening. He told me to be ready at seven for dinner and to wear something nice. It had been two weeks since the 'no sex' was lifted and I thought it was going to be a piece of cake to get what I wanted. If I hadn't taken things into my own hands I'd probably be dead because I was wrong. I had Alice coming over to help me get ready and we were going to make it difficult for him to tell me 'no' when we came home. I was going to seduce my sex-addicted-turned-celibate boyfriend into making love to me. I was going to resort to whatever I had to, including taking matters into my own hands in front of Edward. I wasn't kidding about seduction plan. I would do whatever it took because my girlie bits were in deafcon red.

I heard Emmett before I saw him and I couldn't help but smile. He had become my personal caretaker, against my protests, and never left my side unless we were sleeping. Then he and Rosalie slept at the mansion now so I guess he was always around. I didn't mind, he was just a big old teddy bear anyway.

"IzzyB, are ya ready?" Emmett's booming voice shouted as he came into the PT area. He saw me and a huge smile crossed his face bringing out his dimples. I shook my head and giggled knowing my day was not going to be dull if he could help it. His smile widened into a mischievous smirk and I narrowed my eyes at him. I knew exactly what he was thinking and I started shaking my head no. His smile got wider and I just sighed in defeat.

"Emmett McCarty, don't even think about it," I growled, but it was useless. He came over, scooped me out of the wheelchair, and threw me onto his back.

"C'mon Izzy, you know you love my piggy backs better than this damn chair." He chuckled as he folded up said chair and stuck it by the wall. I was banned from using my motorized one when everyone else in the facility got jealous and nearly started a riot.

"Can't you just push me outside like a normal adult?" I protested but even to me it was weak. We both knew I rather enjoyed riding on the back of my big bad protector.

"Nope," he chuckled popping the P. I held on for dear life as he grabbed my knees and galloped down the hallway. I couldn't stop the giggling even when people stared at us like we were crazy. I knew Emmett did it to help lighten my mood, which it did, for just a fraction of a second. He made it to his truck, opened the door ,and put me in like I weighed nothing.

"Home Jarvis?" he said and fell into a large laugh. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him as he shut the door. I acted like I hated it, but truthfully I was glad Emmett was here. I felt safe with him and he made my day fun. I had spent a lot of time with him over the last few weeks and he had become like a big brother to me. He would do anything and everything for me. I smiled one last time before looking out the passenger window. Memories of the last few weeks invaded me as I watched the scenery fly by. Now if only someone could make Edward want me again, intimately, that would be something.

Emmett POV

Bella turned toward the window and I saw the change in her face. The last few weeks, well since New Year, she has been quite sad. It was a different kind of mood than when she was in the hospital, but it was still there. An underlying sadness you could see in her eyes, which was more prominent when my brother was around. My brother, the dill weed extraordinaire, was oblivious to everything concerning Bella. I only knew this because I happened to hear Rosalie and Alice talking to her a few weeks ago.

"I don't know anymore, Alice. I mean after the hospital I realized just how closed off I was and I have tried to fix that haven't I?"

"You have," Alice replied.

"So why do I feel like he's the one pushing me away now?" I heard a sniffle and could only assume Bella was crying. What the fuck was my idiot brother thinking?

"He's being a douche Bella and you need to tell him. If Emmett was acting like Edward I'd shove my foot up his ass," Rose growled. Bella and Alice chuckled and I cringed knowing she would do it.

"I know Rose, I mean I already have a father, I don't need another one. For hell sakes I get more affection from Charlie than I do Edward," Bella said and that's when I turned away; I didn't' need to listen to anymore. I talked to Edward about it when I took him to the airport a few days ago. He had a shoot with GQ and I offered to take him so I could talk to him.

"What's up with you and Bella?" I asked as I turned onto the highway.

"What do you mean what's up?"

"Are you two…ya know…back to normal?" I said cringing. I already knew the answer. I didn't want to know these things, but I needed to figure out what the fuck was wrong with my brother and why he was acting like such a douche. He was a fucking zombie when she was abducted, he nearly ripped her heart out at the hospital because she was pulling away from him, and he has waited on her hand and foot since she came home. I knew he loved her, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out why the fuck he wouldn't want to make love to her now that he had the go ahead from the doctors.

"Emmett I don't see how my personal life is any of your business," he snapped in defense and I knew he was getting pissed. That's just what I needed. I could get more information out of him when he was mad. It had been that way since we were younger and that's how I knew the shit I did about him.

"Well from what I overheard the other day there is no 'personal' business," I shot back and Edward flinched.

"It's different now, Emm. "

"Do you love her?" I asked as I took the exit to the airport just to make sure I wasn't missing something.

"With everything that I am," he said and I could hear the sadness behind it.

"Then why haven't you guys." I motioned with my hand hoping he'd understand what I was trying to ask.

"I can't."

"Can't? As in-it doesn't work, can't?"

"What! No! It works just fine. Jesus Christ Emmett," Edward yelled.

"Then what's the problem? Did ya cheat on her while she was gone and feel guilty now? " I pushed knowing the more I pissed him off the more likely it was I'd get to the truth.

"I'm not talking about this anymore," he yelled and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't have to say anything more. I knew him too well and he gave everything away in his anger even though he hadn't said a word. My brother felt guilty alright, but not because he cheated. He felt guilty because he liked his kinky sex and was categorizing himself with the assholes who took Bella. What a fucking moron.

"Fine don't talk just listen then," I said as I pulled into the terminal drop off lane behind a billion cars. "I overheard Bella talking with Rose and Alice and she feels neglected. You are not those assholes who took her!" I growled. He snapped toward me with a look of shock on his face. "You like kink they liked evil Edward ,two different things. Bella needs you more now than ever and you pulling away from her intimately will only making her feel more worthless. Get your shit together bro or she'll go looking somewhere else for her worth. Like Jacob Black." My brother growled at that statement, but I kept on speaking.

"You need to get over your shit while you're gone. Feel me,"I said as I pulled up to the Delta terminal doors. All I got was a head nod along with a "thanks" and an "I'll call you" before he shut the door. I banged my head on the steering wheel. My idiot brother was going to blow this if I didn't step in. The question was how was I going to fix this? He had lost his protective dominant self that he was while she was in the hospital. The shell left of my brother was a sulking self-destructing ass. I needed to get the dominant possessive brother back. I pulled out of the airport and headed back toward the mansion. I wasn't paying attention as I pulled up to the stop light, before my turn off and nearly ran into a police car.

"Shit!" I cussed as I slammed on the breaks. I looked up just in time to see one man clocking another and a woman yelling for them to stop as she was being held back by the officer. It was then I realized exactly what I needed to do. Bella was sexually frustrated because my brother was afraid to be the protector. Bella needed a protector and I knew just how to get her exactly what she needed. I had two days before Edward would be back. I had two days to get Bella the protector she needed and hopefully the intimacy she had been lacking. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed the only place I knew I could get what I needed.

"Hello. The Iron Mask. How may I help you?"

I swear I wasn't planning on a cliffie. It just became too long to continue. Please don't be upset. I'm working on the next chapter as we speak. I can tell you it's going to definately have a lemon and possessiveward/domward will be present.