Edward POV

I entered the cafeteria. The lunch was yet to start. I had skipped all of my classes that had Bella with me. I didn't have the strength or courage to face her. But as the bell rang and people came, there was no sign of Isabella Swan. I didn't realize when nearly all had settled and started eating. I dreaded meeting Bella's eyes after this morning. When Carlisle saw me, he walked towards me, took my dislocated arm in his hands, and moved it so quickly eliciting a loud curse from me and then walked away. He just walked away. He was still mad with every right reason.

"What do you mean she's going to Florida!?" Alice's piercing exclamation shook through me. My head turned towards the pixie's voice instantly. Sister dear was sitting at a table with Rosalie in corner. The particular table had become some sort of sight for the Fork High students considering the people occupying the said table. My head swum with the events that took place in the morning. I instantly left the cafeteria. It was raining heavily outside. I stepped into the parking lot and sat in the Volvo and drove off. To Bella's house. My mind began its speech. No sarcastic remarks. No puns. Just the truth.

I stepped into the driveway. And rang the doorway.

"Bella. I know you are in there! Just give me three minutes." I begged desperately when no one opened the door. No answer. I wiped my eyes and sat down on the front steps and leaned against the door. It was very cold and the rain was falling very heavily. I didn't have a raincoat. I clutched on tighter to my jacket. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on Bella's bed. I quickly got off and took small steps downstairs. My throat felt dry and heavy.

"You're awake." Spoke a warm voice. I turned my head to the side. I was met by the sight of my Bella sitting at the dining table with a blonde guy about her age. He was really pale with eyes just like Rosalie. They bore similar features.

I turned my attention back to my Bella. What made me say 'my'? "I'm sorry. For everything. I found you yesterday in a bar wasted. You had had a glass of beer. You were dressed as Sebastian at that time. You talked to me about your mother and what happened to you in the past. You claimed to be Bella and I thought you were too drunk and I attempted to drag you out of the bar and at that time I noticed similarities between your face and his. The wig gave away. I realized you were also Marie. The one I talked in that website. I bought you some ice cream and you asked me if I would go to the dance with you and I was quite baffled considering everything I'd done to you. I brought you home but you didn't let me go. You started crying. I had no choice. That's all that happened Bella. And I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me because I…" I couldn't finish my sentence. "I love you Bella and I have never been so sure about anything." A strange voice said. I realized it was me considering Bella was looking at me with the most intense stare. Her face broke in sobs and she covered her mouth with her palm. I didn't realize when I had closed the distance between us. I rubbed her back hoping that it'd comfort her. It was difficult watching her like that.

"It's too late." She croaked.

"I'd understand." I said although her words hurt. I never expected her to take me back.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed.

"You've got absolutely nothing to be sorry about Bella." I said solemnly. A felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked behind to see the blonde guy. He silently asked me to move aside. I took my seat beside her unwilling to let go off her.

"One of the people Bella killed was the son of the Head of a Drug Cartel in Port Angeles. Aro. He is a man with connections and has Port Angeles under his feet. He seeks revenge. Luckily he believes that it is a guy. But yesterday Sebastian was spotted in a bar in Port Angeles. With you Edward. And since Sebastian is untraceable. He's out to get to you Edward." He said.

Bella sobbed harder and I pulled her setting her on my lap as she buried her head in my chest. "Shh. It's alright." I whispered in her ear though I was scared shitless.

"Now. I am allotting you with protection. I've set some of my best people on it. And you have Bella too. You will be safe. We have the guy that Bella didn't kill. He's scared shitless of Bella. And is willing to testify. The testimony is in two weeks. The task is to keep you and him alive." He said.

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to put you in harm's way." Bella sobbed.

"It's not your fault Bella. Don't cry." I said wrapping my arms around her shoulders. It took her a few moments to finally calm down. Her face was red after crying. I continued rubbing her back in soothing circles. I looked over to the blonde guy. "You are?"

"I am Jasper Hale. I suppose saying I am Rosalie's elder brother would make the picture clearer." He said. His voice was soft but reeked of authority.

"Edward Cullen." I said. "But you already know that."

"I do." Jasper said.

"Jasper here works for the feds." Bella said. Her voice was strained after the crying.

"We need you to stay here for the next two weeks. I personally had this house installed with silent alarms and bulletproof windows. You'd be safe here and under mine and Bella's protection." Jasper said.

"We have alarms too." I said.

"But do you see any cameras here." I looked around at that point. I didn't. It looked like a classic vintage house. "I don't."

"There you go." He said. "There is even a panic room in the basement."

"Shit." I muttered.

"Yeah." He said. "After everything that went down with Bella's mom, I wasn't one to take any chances."

"But you do realize that Bella is no condition to fight. You keep mentioning that I'd be under Bella's protection."

"It's true Bella's injured but..." He was cut off by Bella.

"I can still kick your ass off." She said seriously.

"Look. Bella is lethal. And I mean what I say. She isn't as good as she was before but she is still the best. More than capable than any of my men and that's saying something." He muttered. "Bella is required to keep her gun with her at all times."

"You have a gun?" I asked Bella.

"Of course." She answered like it were the most obvious thing in the world.