Dear Rabbits,

I'm gonna be honest. I got a few negative reviews and lacked the confidence to continue my stories. I have been a member of fanfiction for a long time and have only ever been a reader rather than a writer. It has only been a year since I began writing down the stories in my head and when met with disappointment from the readers that I so wanted to please, I became discouraged and unwilling to write.

However, last week I had the urge to continue my stories. And while there might be people who dislike them and critique them, I also know that I have a base of followers who truly care about my characters as much as I do. I want to say thank you to those of you who have written kind words and encouragements. And thank you to those who have critiqued my stories. I have a long way to go as a writer and those of you that read my story are my editors. I promise that there is more to come. My Adonis and his sweetheart still have a long way to go.

This chapter is full of laughter and lemons, so be prepared. Also, this is the longest chapter I have EVER WRITTEN, and it took me a few times to rewrite the plot exactly in the way I pictured it.

As always, the plot is from me, but the characters are from the amazing Ms. Meyers. I majored in History and Political Science, not English. So there will be errors. Love the flawed is my only advice.

Previously on Rock and A Hard Place

"Hello." I answered with a groan.

"Good evening." My ears were met with a smooth Irish accent. "Just making good on me promises, sweetheart."

BPOV

My dad has perpetually called me a smartass. No matter the time, place, or situation, I have always had something to say. However, for the first time in a long time, I didn't know what to say. No sarcastic remark. No witty statement. No condescending comment. I had nothing.

After a few moments of silence, the tension on the phone had become too much to handle. I should've just hung up, allowed myself a few moments to collect my thoughts and then called back.

He exhaled loudly. "I know ya're there, sweetheart. Ya can talk to me over the phone, or I can come to ya house and we can talk in person. Ya choice." He laughed. "However, I don't think ya dear ol' da will be happy with the latter."

Charlie. Shit! Jake's police cruiser was still parked outside and I didn't want a repeat of what happened at school. To be honest, I didn't think my psyche could take it. I was still trying to recover from the emotional rollercoaster which was that afternoon. If Edward showed up at my house, Jake would call Charlie and guns would be drawn. Again.

However, I apparently didn't respond quick enough for Edward.

"Alright. If that's the way ya want to play. Consider this a commencement of our own game of cat and mouse. I'll be there in five." He huffed.

"No!" Yelling a little too loud. "I'll talk, I'll talk." I couldn't let Edward get himself into trouble. I felt the strange need to protect him, even if it was from himself.

His deep chuckle rolled over me seductively. "Darling, ya needn't be so excited. I'm not going anywhere."

"What do you want?" I huffed in annoyance. He was messing with me and I was too tired to have any resemblance of a conversation with anyone, especially with Adonis himself.

"It's wonderful to hear ya voice." And once again the silky Irish accent came out to play. That tone made me melt on the inside, however my annoyance and lack of sleep was beginning to win out.

"Edward. What. Do. You. Want." I punctuated every word to express my growing agitation.

"Watch ya tone, sweetheart. Just because ya mine, doesn't mean I won't give ya tail a hard whack for giving me attitude." There was a level of sincerity in his deep voice. "Now, do ya have something ya want to tell me?"

"No." I answer automatically and with a fraction of my attitude.

"Then nothing happened to ya yesterday after ya left the police station?" He asked knowingly.

Then I began to remember. Eric had me against pinned against the police cruiser and then Jake drove me home.

"How did you find out?" I asked quietly. The only person who was supposed to know was Jake, and he had been outside my house since that afternoon.

"Did the fecker Yorkie have his hands on ya? I need ya to tell me." He demanded. "I can't do anything unless ya confirm what he did."

"Do anything? What the hell does that mean? How the hell did you find out, anyways?" What was he going to do, kill Eric? The scary thing was that a part of me knew it was a possibility.

"Yea Bella, I'm going to do something. I'm gonna rip that motherfeckers head off for touching what is mine. What the feck happened yesterday?" His tone of finality meant that he wanted an answer, and he wanted one now.

"He pushed me against a car, that's all. I pushed him off of me and then Jake drove me home." I said, barely above a whisper.

"Feck." he barked. Suddenly, all I heard was mumbling over the phone and Edward saying something about a warehouse.

After a few seconds, he pulled the phone back up to his mouth. "I'll take care of it, ya don't have..."

"You are not 'taking care' of Eric." I bit out with a tone of authority.

"Yes I will, sweetheart." My heart melted a tiny bit, but at that moment we were like two cars driving down a one-way street, unwilling to veer off the road.

"You listen to me, Edward Cullen. You will not, under any circumstances 'take care of' or 'handle' anyone because of me. Just because I know what you do for a living, doesn't mean I condone it. Also, I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for the past eighteen years and I don't need a man to fix any of my problems. Got it." My mini speech caused me to become breathless over the phone.

Moments of silence passed before he spoke again. "The fecker gets one pass. We do it ya way for now. But if he lays another hand on ya or so much as talks to ya again, then we handle things me way." He sighed. "Ya need to sleep. Ya've got school tomorrow and I have to take a drive to St. Louis tomorrow."

"What's in St Louis?" I asked automatically.

"Nothin ya need to worry about. Keep yaself safe sweetheart, and take care of my heart, I left it with ya."

And with that, he hung up and I sat in utter darkness.

***RAAHP***

The next morning I was running thirty minutes late. Exhausted from the night before and dreading the day ahead, I looked through my closet in the attempt to find something comfortable yet cute. I finally pulled out a long flowy red skirt and a grey crop top that said "Normal is boring" across the chest.

Grabbing a granola bar and a bottle of water from the fridge, I searched for my keys and headed outside, slamming the door as I exited.

I stopped suddenly. Where the fuck is my truck? Shit, I left it at school yesterday.

Pulling my phone out of my book bag, I called Rose praying to God she was running late and could pick me up.

"What, bitch?" She answered after the first ring.

"I left my truck at school, yesterday. Can you pick me up?"

"Sure, be there in five minutes. Oh and you have some explaining to do, Lucy." She hung up and I waited on my porch for her to arrive.

She pulled up outside my house and we were racing towards school, hoping that the traffic gods were on our side.

It only took a few seconds before Rose began her Spanish Inquisition. "So you wanna tell me what happened yesterday?" She could sense my hesitation.

I became exceedingly tired after I told her about the police station, what I learned about Edward from Charlie, Eric pushing me against the car, Jake taking me home, and Edward's phone call last night. When did my life turn into a low-budget drama movie?

"Holy shit!" Rose said after a few moments of silence. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit."

"Yup." What else could I really say.

"So you're gonna see him again?" She looked at me with a raised brow. No matter how much shit I got myself into, I knew without a doubt that I would always have her by my side.

"Maybe." I answered innocently.

"I'm gonna predict this to be one crazy school year." Rose said with a smile as we pulled up to school.

***RAAHP***

EPOV

Emmett bellowing U2 songs on the way back from St. Louis made the drive unbearable. "Shut the feck up, Emmett." I had me glock in the waist of me pants and I was not afraid to use it.

"Calma síos, deartháir. These are the songs of our people." Emmett stated before continuing to sing Every Breaking Wave.

"I find it hard to believe that U2 is an accurate representation of Irish culture, ya gowl."

Emmett and meself had to travel to St. Louis to pick up payment for a cocaine shipment that was long overdue. It went better than I expected, given that it resulted in a few broken bones, rather than dead bodies. I really needed to go home and take a shower before seeing me sweetheart, I had a deep longing to see her ever since our conversation on the phone.

I still wanted to throttle that Yorkie prick, and I would have already taken care of the piece of trash if Bella hadn't asked me to lay off. While I was murderous, I wouldn't do anything to chance me relationship with Bella. She was my grá agus solas. I needed her like I needed air.

Finally, we pulled into the long driveway to our house. It was less of a house and more of a mansion, but to us it was home. It was more modern than our house in Dublin. Walls on the bottom floor were made of glass, with the top two floors crafted from a white stone. Eight bedrooms, six bathrooms, two studies, a den, living room, and dining room that could fit me whole family, the house's square feet was close to 6,500.

We could see Ma in the kitchen cooking, and the thought of her homemade meals made my stomach growl. It was two o'clock and I had at least an hour and a half before me sweetheart was out of school. Parking me Ashton in the attached garage, me and Emmett raced into the kitchen only to be hit with the smell of Ma's homemade Shepherd's Pie.

"Feck yes!" Emmett bellowed, opening the oven before Ma swatted the back of his head and shoved him away from her carefully prepared meal.

"Language, ya brute." Ma huffed as she placed the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Ma we have Tanya to do the cleaning. If ya don't let her do her job, Da will send her on the next boat home." I laughed. No matter how many maids Da hired, Ma would always do her own cleaning. Da could treat her like a princess, but he couldn't take the lower class, hard working girl out of her.

"I know, stór. If ya don't tell him I did some cleaning, I won't tell him about the $5,000 bottle of whiskey that went missing last weekend." She smiled at me knowingly. Five foot six, Ma barely came up to the middle of me chest. Bronze color hair and green eyes, she was a real Irish áilleacht.

"Deal." I kissed her cheek and ran to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"Ya Da wants to see both of ya. It seemed urgent, so I would be heading up to his study."

We climbed up the two set of stairs before we reached Da's office on the third floor. We knock and enter quickly after.

Wooden shelves full of books surround the entire room. His office looked like it had been replicated out of an Ikea magazine. Our whole house looked like a fecking magazine, courtesy of Ma. At the desk in the middle of the room sat Carlisle Cullen, one of the most feared Irish mobsters and me and Emmett's da.

Still in excellent shape, Da was 6'3 with blond hair and blue eyes. Those eyes were normally calm, but now had overwhelming anger in them. I was unsure of what could've caused his current mood, because the job in St. Louis went by without a hitch.

"Care to explain what the feck happened yesterday?" He growled, thrusting a picture of me shoving Bella against her truck while póilíní surrounded us. Shit!

"I handled it, nothing happened."

"Apparently not!" Da shouted, throwing a piece of paper in me direction. There was something written on it.

Edward,

Your Bella is truly beautiful. I'm excited at the prospect of meeting her and learning all about her beauty on the inside and out. You might want to keep an eye on her, someone might snatch her from under you.

Sincerely,

Aro

Translations:

Calma síos, deartháir: Calm down, brother.

Gowl: Fool

Grá agus solas: Love and light

Stór: Darling

Áilleacht: Beauty

Póilíní: Police

***RAAHP***

While no one at school actually mentioned what happened the day before, I could feel the stares and whispers as I traveled from class to class.

I really needed this day to be done. When the final bell rang, I grabbed my books and headed straight to my truck. I did not pass go, I did not collect two hundred dollars.

"Bella, wait up." Rose called from behind me. "I think there's someone here to see you." She whispered in my ear and looked towards the tiny forest at the back of our school.

Leaning against a tree in a black button-up shirt and black slacks, stood my Edward. I mean, Edward.

But seriously, does that boy have any other clothes?

Without another word to Rose, I placed my book bag in the back of my truck and walked towards him and within a few minutes there were mere inches between us.

This was one of the moments that I wished I was in heels, I was 5'5 and Edward had a good foot on me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked with a trembling voice.

Edward ignored me and I shifted uncomfortably as his gaze shifted down my body towards my displayed midriff and climbed back up to my eyes. I tingled all over and his sweet smile appeared on his face.

"Ya look amazing. However, I have half a mind to take ya home to change, so I can burn those clothes. No one has a right to see ya bear skin but me." He ran his fingers along my stomach, grazing just below the shirt. "Ya look as beautiful as the night we met."

As we continued to stare at each other in silence, my heart began to race and my palms became damp.

I needed to leave before we did something completely stupid. I sent a silent pray that Charlie hadn't sent Jake to watch me at school.

Hoping I look determined, I reached down and removed his hand from under my shirt.

"Can we do this later, at a place were there aren't dozens of witnesses and police officers on my dad's payroll?" But as soon as I tried to step back, I felt my body being pushed against a tree with his body pressed against mine and his hands braced on either side of my head, imprisoning me.

"Hush." He demanded against my lips. He lowered his hands so that they circled my bare waist.

I lost my voice in the realization that we were finally alone together. Not on a dance floor, or outside my school in a shoot out. Just me and him, hidden from the world and all of its chaos. We weren't Edward the mobster and Isabella the daughter of the police captain. We were just Adonis and his sweetheart.

I licked my lips nervously. Edward took it as an invitation and my gasp was swallowed by his kiss. His mouth hot as his tongue slid against mine. Stubble scratched my skin as he deepened the kiss, and his right hand glided up my side, over my ribs until it stopped right under my breast. His thumb brushed the underside deliberately and my skin caught fire. I reached for him with a sudden need to have him close, curling my hands around his neck and drawing him closer. I moaned into his mouth, my heart hammering as my senses went on overload. I could taste mint and cigarettes on his tongue. I could smell the scent of his skin and warmth of his touch across my body. I was surrounded by him, unable to escape and unwilling to try. I wanted more, I needed more. I forgot where we were, all I cared about was him touching me. Our grip on each other almost painful. Our kiss was hard, wet, desperate. Right.

Edward groan and the vibration sent shivers down between my legs as I writhed against him. He got the message. He began to press his body deeper into mine, so that his erection hit my lower stomach as his legs spread mine farther apart. I whimpered at his contact. I knew where this was heading, but couldn't stop myself or the coiling of anticipation in my stomach.

Edward pulled back to stare at my swollen lips. I have never had anyone look at me the way he did. Like I hung the moon and stars. Like without me, there would be no purpose in life. Like I was looking at him. My panties began to dampen and my body grew ready for him.

He nipped at my bottom lip and then licked the same spot. "I have fantasized a million time about ya mouth. What I want to do with it, what I want it to do to me." He crushed his lips against mine once more. Our entanglement was getting more out of control. Our hands began moving over each others bodies. Moans and gasps escaped in loud rushes.

I was about to lose it when I felt his warm fingers travel up the inside of my thighs. I deepened the kiss urging him on, just a few more inches and I would be in paradise. When I felt his fingers go underneath my panties I almost passed out. His fingers slipped slowly inside me and I cried out in pleasure against his mouth, my hips jerking against his hand.

Edward dragged his mouth against my neck, breathing at the same rate that his slow fingers slipped in and out of me. "If I don't stop now, sweetheart, then I'm gonna feck ya right here against this tree." He removed his fingers.

"I don't mean to leave ya hanging, but I can't go any further. Not here. Not now." He placed his hands on the back of my neck bring my forehead to his lips. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I pressed my face into his neck, attempt to bath myself in his scent. Pine trees and fresh linen. He pushed me back towards the tree attempting to put some space between us. "If ya kept pressing in me like that, then I won't be held responsible for me actions."

He lowered his head and gently kissed both my eyelids. "I've got something to take care of. I need ya to go home and wait for me to call ya." He looked into my eyes, searching for the recognition that I was going to obey his orders.

"I have to go to Rose's after school. We have a English project that due in a few weeks and we want..."

He interrupted me. "Then do it at ya house. I don't want ya anywhere but school and ya house, at least for right now."

The urgency in his voice betrayed his calm demeanor. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"Nothings wrong, sweetheart. I just have some things to take care of before ya can start tearing up the town." He laughed, but his joke didn't derail me.

"Why are you worried? You weren't this worried on the phone yesterday. Has something happened? Am I in danger?" His eyes narrowed at my line of questioning.

"Ya will never be in danger. Never." He punctured the last word with such vigour that my body jumped a few inches. He took a few deep breathes and then began speaking in a more controlled voice. "I can't explain right now. Not without talking with some people and handle a situation, after that I can explain why I needed ya to stay at ya house. It's the only place ya are safe, besides with me of course." His vulnerable eyes closed. When they reopened, gone was my Adonis and instead he was replaced with Edward Cullen, mobster. "I have to go."

I huffed a breath in acceptance. That was all I was going to get from him today.

"Emmett would appreciate it if you would invite Rose over, have her spend the night. Then he might stop bitching at me every thirty seconds about her safety. I already have you to worry about, I don't need to add another to me list." He stated.

My eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Who's Emmett? And why does he care about Rose?"

He looked at me with the realization that he let something slip. "Emmett is me brother. And he might have a fancy for Rose. He doesn't shut up about her, which can get quite annoying when ya stuck in a car with him for four hours." He grabbed my hand and began walking me towards the parking lot.

When we reached the parking lot, there were only a few cars there, including mine, Rose's, Edward's and Principle Andrews'. From about thirty feet away, I could see Rose sitting on the bed of my truck and I sighed. I knew that my alone moment with Edward was over and I would now have to face reality. Sensing my agitation, Edward spinned me to face him and gave me a long, deep kiss, expressing that he too wanted our moment of solitude to last.

He ended the kiss and turned me towards my car, smacking my ass so that I flew a few feet. "Get on with ya. I'll call ya later to say goodnight." And with that, he got in his silver car and raced towards the highway.

When I reached my truck, Rose gave me a look communicating "Bitch, that was hot."

"How's lover boy?" Rose faked a Irish accent and clasped her hands around my shoulders.

I shoved her away harshly, but I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face. "He's amazing."

"With those long fingers, he had to be more than amazing." I gaffed. "Come on Bella, you guys have been in those trees for thirty minutes. Do you expect me to believe that you were just talking?"

"It's none of your business what I do in the woods, or who I do it with." I snapped back.

"Excuse me?" She gave me a doubtful look. "I'm your best friend, your confidant. You better give me some details bitch, or I might go all 'Jennifer's Body' on your ass."

I couldn't help myself from laughing. "You're way prettier than Amanda Seyfried. If anything it would be me trying to take over your life. How the hell do you get your ass to look that amazing in skinny jeans, I will never know."

Rose looked down at her Levi Strauss & Co. jeans and sighed. "You're right." She replied. "My ass should be considered the eighth wonder of the world." She winked at me.

"Real humble, Rose." I chuckled. "I can't go to your house today. Something's going on and Edward won't tell me, but he suggested that I invite you over. So you wanna spend the night? Movie and popcorn? I'll even let you pick one of your sappy chick flick movies." I tried to make a joke so that she wouldn't pick up on the potential danger I might or might not be in.

Of course, that was to no avail. "What do you mean something's going on? Did he tell you anything? Should we call your dad?" She asked.

"No!" I responded quickly. I really need to stop shouting at people. "Everything is fine. I would just like some company tonight."

"Alright." Rose gave me a doubtful look, but dropped the subject. I'm sure she'll bring it up later tonight. I'm just grateful that in that moment she was willing to pretend that we were just two friends in need of a relaxing night. "See you in a few. I gotta go home and grab some clothes. Maybe swipe some alcohol from my old man's cabinet." She wave at me as she got in her red mustang and drove off.

Now it was just me in the parking lot. As I got in my car, I could feel a set of eyes on me. The problem was I didn't know if those eyes belong to someone who was trying to protect me, or hurt me. I jumped in my truck and drove away fast. Well, 55 miles per hour is fast for my truck.

***RAAHP***

"There is enough room on that piece of wood to fit both of them." I quickly paused 'Titanic' to show Rose that the movie was total bullshit. "Or I don't know, they could have taken turns. 'Here you sit on the piece of wood for ten minutes, and then I will sit on the piece of wood for ten minutes.' How does this movie even make sense? Plus that, woman is like a hundred years old. How does she remember all of these facts. My grandmother is 70 years old and she calls me Betty."

"You seem very passionate about this." Rose stated disinterested, rolling her eyes at me. Unfortunately, we have had this conversation before.

"I am passionate about this. It's not realistic. Stories should be realistic, they should make you feel like that could or would happen to you in real life." I countered back.

"But life is unpredictable and anything can happen, Bella. Murphy's law 'Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.' You just need to accept that the impossible can become possible." She sighed. "Alright, if you are done yelling at me for a movie that I had no control in the directing, producing, or editing of, can we do something else?"

Stepping off my proverbial soap box, I looked at the clock and notice that it was around 9:00 p.m. My current sleep schedule had me going to bed around 2:00 am. So we had a few hours before I needed to go to sleep. "We could facebook stalk. Or make a cake." I ran to the kitchen to see if we had all the ingredients. "Or not, we're out of eggs."

Rose followed me into the kitchen. "Really, we are going to make a cake? What are we, middle-aged housewives?" Rose rolled her eyes at me.

"Excuse me, but I like being a middle-aged housewife if it includes chocolate and sprinkles." I retorted.

"Well then, let's go to the store and buy you some eggs, Donna Reed." She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.

I raced upstairs, with Rose behind me. Walking towards my closet and rummaging through my clothes, she came out with a short long-sleeve denim dress and high brown boots. "Here, put these on."

"Why?" I asked her confused, we were just going to the store. Which now that I think about it, Edward said not to leave my house. I mean it's just to the store, but he did seem pretty clear. Plus, I was still under house arrest by Charlie, even though he didn't call me today to make sure that I was home safe. In fact, I haven't seen Charlie since the police station.

But I really was in the mood for cake. Besides it would only take a few minutes. Hopefully, we would be there and back before Edward called to say goodnight. Hopefully.

"Just because we are going to act like middle-aged housewives, doesn't me that we have to dress like them. Take those jeans off, and put on the dress." Rose was going to pester me until I gave up. I knew this wasn't a fight I was going to win, so there wasn't a point in me even trying.

After ten minutes of changing and putting my hair up in a messy bun, we were out the door and in Rose's mustang.

Rose missed our turn. "The store is back there, you need to turn around."

"We aren't going to the store." Rose quickly responded.

"What do you mean we aren't going to the store?" I yelled. "Where the hell are we going? Did you forget that I am still grounded and that Edward specifically stated that we were to stay at my house tonight?"

"Well it's a good thing Edward isn't your father, and that your father is so busy trying to arrest your wannabe boyfriend that he doesn't even remember to call his own fucking daughter." Rose retorted. "Mike's parents are out of town and he is having a party. Let's just stop by his place for an hour or so, and then we will go to the store, buy your eggs and then you can bake your cake. Ok?" She looked at me with irritated eyes.

"Fine. But if I get in trouble, I'm throwing your skinny ass under the bus." I huffed.

"Calm down, no one is going to find out." Rose's confidence made me nervous. We were totally gonna get caught.

Within five minutes, we had pulled up to Mike's house and his place was fucking packed. It looked like the whole school was there.

Attempting to avoid Mike at every turn, I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, before heading outside to the fire pit and ping-pong table. A bunch of football guys were playing flip-cup and majorly sucking at it.

I saw Angela, a quiet girl from my Anatomy class, sitting next to the fire pit talking to a guy that I didn't recognize and taking shots of fireball. I was always in the mood for fireball and after the past few days that I had, I was really in the mood for some fireball.

"Hey, Angela." I said, trying to get her attention so that she might offer me some.

"Oh Bella. How are you doing?" She asked me. She was polite enough not to bring up the situation between Charlie and Edward at school, but I could see in her eyes that she was curious.

"Oh, I'm good. Exhausted from school and life." And really in need of some of your drink.

"Well this might take the edge off." Angela handed the bottle of fireball my way. "This is Ben by the way. He lives in Wheaton, but is in Chicago looking at colleges."

"Nice to meet you, Ben." I waved my hand and took a swig of fireball. When the burn reached the back of my throat, I was heaven and hell all wrapped up into one.

I found myself having a pleasant conversation with Angela and Ben. I expressed my anger towards the movie Titanic and they totally agreed. We talk about our future, school and even politics, which I know absolutely nothing about.

What felt like a few minutes was actually two hours. By the time I looked at my phone it was already 11:45 p.m. and Edward had called me fifteen times.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, a little drunk. Startling both Angela and Ben, I apologized and left in search of Rose. I needed to get out of here and call Edward. I could tell him that I fell asleep and just saw that he called. Yeah! That would be a good excuse.

After ten minutes of searching for Rose, my phone began to buzz again. I looked down hoping to see Rose's picture but instead was hit again with Edward's name.

I raced outside, far enough away from Mike's house that the music and drunk conversation couldn't be heard over the phone.

After a few deep breaths and hit the accept button.

"Hey." I said cooly.

"Where the feck are ya?" Edward roared.

"I'm at home. Sorry, I was asleep and I didn't see that you called." I lied, attempting to protect myself from the heat that was his anger.

"Considering that I'm standing in ya goddamn room, I would say that ya have some fecking amazing hiding skills. Now one more time Isabella, ya tell me where the feck ya are right now." Shit. Obviously, he was mad and he had a right to be. I told him I would stay home and be safe and I lied to him. But the only thing I could think in that moment was that he called me Isabella. Not sweetheart, not darling, not even Bella. Just Isabella. This cause my heart to hurt more than I would be willing to admit to him or anyone else.

"I swear to the Almighty God. If ya don't tell me where ya are right now. I will turn down every fecking house from here to the west coast."

"I'm at a party." I said sheepishly over the phone.

"Where?" He asked more forcefully.

After giving him the address, he told me to go in the house and stay put until he got there.

Once in the house, I began searching for Rose. If I could get out of here before he arrived, it would give him more time to calm down, right?

In the kitchen playing King's Cup. Rose sat among a bunch of our high school friends.

"Rose!" I shouted trying to get her attention. "Rosalie!" Her eyes flickered to mine. "We have to leave. Now!" With that she had her keys and purse in her hand, heading us towards the door.

"Shit Bella, I'm sorry. I lost track of the time and you for that matter." She gave me an apologetic look. "Where were you?"

"I was outside talking with Angela and some guy. Edward called me a bunch of times, he knows that we left the house and he is on his way here. We have to leave, like five minutes ago." My voice was laced with urgency.

I knew that if Edward arrived and I wasn't here, there would be hell to pay. But I was already in some deep shit. If there was a chance I could postpone his anger, even for a few minutes, I would take that chance.

We jumped in Rose's car and we were off before our seatbelts were buckled. "You're ok to drive, right?" I asked.

"I'm fine. You know I rock at King's Cup." Rose put her foot on the gas and sped towards my house.

We were on the highway only a few seconds when my phone began buzzing again. I hit ignore. My heart rate was climbing and my breath coming out in pants. I felt like I was digging a bigger hole for myself, but I couldn't face the music, or Edward's anger. My phone buzzed again. I hit ignore. Then a pair of headlights were coming fast upon Rose's car and I could feel in my gut that Edward was close. My phone buzzed again. He was not giving up, was he? Instead of hitting ignore, I decided to grow a set of balls and accept my fate. It was gonna happen sooner or later, and while the later look appealing a few minutes ago, it was starting to look like a traitorous bitch now.

"Hello." My voice was shaky and my pulse was thumping.

"Tell Rose to pull over. Now." His voice was deathly calm.

I asked Rose pulled to the side of the road and she gave me a shocked look. When she came to a complete stop, the sound of a slamming door made it difficult to swallow.

As a writer, I'm becoming a fan of cliffhangers. Muhahahaha! I already have a good portion of the next chapter written, so keep an eye out for the next update.

As ALWAYS, reviews are welcomed, nice reviews are appreciated. Tell me what you guys think about the taste of citrus in this chapter. Also, who do you think told Edward about Eric? And how much trouble do you think Bella is gonna be in?

Stay tuned, I promise there will be much, much more.

Hope you guys enjoyed.

-AliceInMyWonderland