Bella's POV:(Present)

A Few Hours Later:

I sat up gasping as I woke up drenched in sweat.

"I am here, dear." I heard as I sharply turned to find Elizabeth, sitting on the foot of the bed.

"I am so sorry. I—I…" I stuttered as I dropped my face into my hands. "Oh god… Edward must be so angry at me." I whimpered.

I heard her sigh before getting up to pull me into a fierce hug.

She held me for a moment before pulling away, to look me in the eye.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you listen to me and you listen well. What my poor excuse of a son did to you is not your fault. Now, I know you are in pain over this, but I don't ever want to hear you say that again." She sternly said.

"I—" I began but one look silenced me.

"Now, I am going go order something to be brought over for you to eat. I will be right back. Edward has asked to see you, what do you wish to do?" She asked, gently.

I closed my eyes, before lifting my head to look at her, "I'll see him." I muttered, as she nodded and gave me a small thumbs up.

"I'll be right out here if you need me. You can talk while I go do this and when you are ready, call me, dear." She replied as she got up and rushed out.

"She has agreed to see you. Now, you be gentle, and don't you push her. I mean it Edward Anthony, if that girl cries out to me you'll be out on your ass before you can even blink." I heard her say.

I giggled at her sternness, as I stared at my pastel-colored toenails, wiggling them.

A knock, caused me to look up, with a frown. "Come in," I called, frowning at the shutter concealed window.

Edward walked in a few moments later, a guarded expression on his face as he did.

"Good morning, princess." He whispered as he sat on the chair on the other side of the room.

"Good morning," I whispered back, keeping my arms around my legs.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me, in a careful tone.

I sighed, looking away towards the covered windows. "Dirty. Disgusted. Angry. Violated… the list is endless." I replied, dryly.

"I fucking knew it…! I'll fucking kill him…!" I heard him mutter.

I jumped surprised when I heard a loud crash, as the lamp crashed into the wall, shattering into. A million pieces.

"Why the fuck did you do that for?!" I gasped.

But Edward didn't answer me, instead, he began to mutter things in Italian, too quickly for me to follow him or understand what he was saying.

"Hey! Cut that out or fuck off. I don't need you blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault." I snapped, turning away from him.

"It was." He said shaking his head at me in disagreement.

"No, it was my fault," I argued.

"You're a real hypocrite, you know that? You snap at me for being angry and putting the blame on myself. Which in my case, it's justified because if I had fucking waited for you near the bathroom I could have stopped that shit. I could have saved you all this— all this pain. But you? You're angry at yourself for not being able to stop him, you are angry for having to defend yourself." He said, in a condescending tone.

My eyes narrowed at him as he began pacing. "Oh fuck you! How dare you fucking patronize me, and fucking be angry at me when your prick of a brother fucking tried to rape me! You don't get to fucking wallow in self-pity when I am the one who got violated! Fuck you and your self-pity!" I growled as I got out of bed.

"I am angry at that asshole, and trust me, he will get what is coming to him." He growled as he walked over to me towering over me.

"And what is that? Are you going to fucking give him a slap on the wrist? Beat his ass for a few hours? Well, news flash! Beating the ever-living shit out of him won't erase what he did. Everything he did is fucking burnt into my memory!" I yelled back. "So, do what you want, kill him. I don't care because I can—can't ever change that." I whispered as I tried to back away.

"Oh, amore, please don't say that." He whispered as he tried to reach for me.

I shook my head at him, moving away, and backing up into the wall, trying to put room in between us.

"Please, let me help you, amore." He said as he reached for me.

I shook my head in response, before ducking away from his touch only for him to wind a careful arm around my waist, as he lifted me effortlessly and pinned me with his body.

Turning without hesitation, I smacked him upside the head, as he pushed me further into the wall, winding my legs around his waist as he did so.

"Let. Me. Go. Before. I. Hurt. You …" I growled.

"No, not until we talk about this. If I have to hold you like this while we do. Then so be it." He replied calmly.

"You're such an asshole, you know that …" I scoffed, trying to get to my feet but failed, as Edward's hips and body pinned me to the wall.

"Maybe, I am. Look, all I want to do is help you. Let me help you, amore…" He implored.

I stared at him, as my eyes began to well up, as I finally nodded at him.

"Where did he touch you?" He asked me, as his hand touched my lower back.

"Why?" I asked him, with a frown.

"Where?" He repeated.

I sighed, looking away, before lifting my hand to touch the side of my neck.

"Is that the only place?" He asked.

I shook my head. "He had his arm wrapped around me before I kicked his ass." I softly replied, looking towards the window.

His jaw clenched for a moment before silently nodding in response. "Are you ok with me touching you?" He asked as he put his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look at him once more.

I stared into his eyes for a moment before sighing and nodding in response. "Does it matter? You already are …" I snarked.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. Now, how many times did he touch you?" He asked as his voice dropped into that husky tone that made my body heat up.

"I don't know., I replied, sighing again.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, hesitantly.

I thought for a moment before biting my lower lip, frowning, and swallowing thickly before nodding in response.

Without hesitation, he finally lowered his lips to mine, both of us letting out a deep groan as our lips met.

I felt his hands wrapped around the curve of my derriere before he moved away from the wall.

He took me back to the bed, and laid me into it slowly, before unwinding himself from my limbs.

I thought for a second that he would stop his romaine hand, but he surprised me by heading to lock the door and quickly making his way back over to me again.

He stared at me, silently asking for permission.

With a long look, I nod, watching as he slowly removes his blazer, dropping it on a chair by the wall before turning back to look at me.

He slowly climbs onto the bed, his body hovering over mine.

His eyes and the intensity in them, took my breath away as I stared back at him.

"Why are you wearing a suit again?" I asked him, as his face hovered just above mine.

"I had a business meeting I needed to attend with my father earlier." He replied, giving me a small smile.

Sighing as he frowned before silently asking me if he could kiss me again.

I nodded in response, as his eyes searched mine. I didn't know what he was searching for but whatever it was, he found it.

When his lips finally touched mine, it was as if the world didn't exist. As if time didn't exist.

He knew what I needed before I ever had to ask. His touch was like a remedy to my pain.

I wonder how long it would take for him to realize my feelings for him.

That I was in love with him. That I wanted him with every fiber of my being. That without him, I was lost. That all of my problems melted away when he was here.

That he was it for me.

Amore- Love