A/N: ALRIGHT! I haven't updated in so long. I'm so sorry to all of my lovely reviewers! But, this is it. It's over this chapter. I really didn't explain ANYTHING of what happened with James, but, I will. Right now.

The story: Alright, the police were called, Charlie came home, they talked to Edward, Bella and Emmett, and then they hauled James away and he went bye-bye. That's the story. Yes, it's short and cute. And that is why I didn't write any of that.

This chapter is set about eight months after the last chapters took place. Please review one last time for me! Thank you for all of the reviews and alerts I received for this story. They really made me smile!

AND! This chapter is dedicated to JakeSkateFate815, because she is like, awesome. And my internet bestie, and because I am SO lucky in the mind to have the smartness to PM her. You'd have to be cool like us to understand that little sentence. No, JUST KIDDING! Anyway, this is to Nikki.

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He pulled me to closer to him on the yellow-plaid blanket we lied on and kissed me roughly. His hand traveled down my back from my collarbone, his hand getting stuck in my hair.

I drew back after a moment, in need of oxygen.

"I love you," he whispered against my neck, his lips brushing below my jaw.

"I love you, too." I brought his head closer to mine so I could stare into his eye. His lips rose into a crooked smile and he leaned in slowly to press his lips to mine. My heart fluttered like a baby bird learning to fly for the first time. He pressed his lips firmer to my parted ones and tangled my tongue with his.

He broke the kiss after a few moments, his eyes sparkling with the sunlight.

"Have I told you how much I love you for saving my life? I know it's been a while since then, but…I…thank you, Edward." He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"I love you and would do anything for you." He kissed my forehead. "And don't worry about him anymore. He's dead and will never harm you again, understand?"

I nodded. He took my face in his hands, stared longingly into my eyes and then stood up. I lied on the blanket, staring up at him. He stood, the sun glowing behind his hand.

"What are you doing?" I laughed. He reached his hand out, indicating I take his hand. He pulled me up, and I sat up, on one knee, in front of me.

"What are you-" but he took out a small, black velvet box from his pocket.

"Isabella," he smirked, flipping open the box, the ring the box contained sparkled brightly, along with Edward's eyes.

"Marry me, Bella. I promise to take care of you for everyday my heart is still beating for you." He paused and I nodded. "I love you and I want you to accept my promise." He waited for my response, for only a second and I jumped in his arms, making him fall back onto the grass, I kissed him fiercely and pulled away, my cheeks hurting with a large smile.

"I accept."

He rolled me off of him, and sat me up. I sat up to, meeting his level. He took my left hand, slipping on a simple, but gorgeous (simply gorgeous) ring, that had one, decent sized diamond in the center of the ring to my liking. It wasn't too large, and it wasn't too small, it was perfect.

"Look at the inscription," he whispered, slipping the ring off my finger. He handed it to me.

"Lucky," I laughed. "Why?"

"Because I'm the luckiest man in the world," he answered with a loving smile.

And I was the luckiest woman in the world. In the last seven months, I had went from being fantasized about by an insane pervert, and then to being raped and almost killed, but then saved by the love of my life and his brother. And now, I was engaged.

Everything terrible was gone and over with and I was finally just happy.

It was just my luck.

A/N: Yep, that's the end. It's sad. This story really just came to me, and I'm happy it did. It was thrilling to write. And any true writer would know, if you have an idea, and it's burning at you, you have to write it. That's just the way it is. No matter how crappy or useless it turns out, you have to write it. And that's what I did with this story. And just as Stephen King says, the best stories are the ones that write themselves. I guess that's what happened with story. Yay!

Alright, hope you guys liked it! Review one more time, please! Thank you!