Author's Note:

Ok, so I couldn't wait a week to start writing this, lol. I know I've got exam retakes but hey, I needed a break from studying.

I also couldn't wait till I finish this story to start posting 'She Was Silent' so check it out after you have read this chapter. The first chapter of it will be up shortly after I post this. Hope you like it. Lemme know what you think.

Savannah-Vee

SONG: Coldplay - Fix You

Chapter 33

Oppression

BPOV

"Hey Bella! Welcome!"

Phil gripped my shoulders and pulled me to him in a very uncomfortable hug. I stood stiff as he patted my back, my arms down by my side; my eyebrow raised is surprise and disgust. Renee shot me a glare from behind his back, motioning me to respond to him.

I didn't.

He finally released me after a moment, when he saw that I wasn't returning his embrace, and we stood there awkwardly, none of us really knowing what to say.

"Well Bella," He said eventually, "I'll take your luggage and put it in the boot."

He picked up my suitcase and started walking over to the car.

"Bella could you please at least try? You can see that Phil's making an effort here." Renee said.

I scoffed.

"Yeah, he's finally decided to be nice to me after four years; I really should be leaping for joy right now." I said sarcastically.

Renee sighed.

"He was never mean to you Bella."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh wasn't he? So that wasn't him that would sit in the living room and scowl for my entire visit? That wasn't him that would refuse to help me with my luggage? That wasn't him that –"

"Shhh, he's coming!" She hissed.

"Ready girls?" Phil asked us.

"Yeah hun, let's go." Renee replied.

The drive from the airport was monotonous as well as tense. Phil kept trying to make idle conversation with me and I would reply with one worded answers. Renee acted as mediator, trying to ease the tension between us.

She didn't succeed.

Finally, we reached the modest two story house that was once my home. I missed it sometimes, of course, but it had stopped feeling like home to me a long time ago. It was just an echo of home, a distant memory. I still had my room, though it definitely didn't look like my room anymore. They had redecorated the whole thing and Phil called it, 'The Guest Room'. Nothing in the room was mine or had a hint that I had once occupied it. It was as if I had never lived there. Renee had told me that I was being silly when I had expressed that sentiment to her, telling me that they had redecorated it for me because I was growing up and needed a more mature room.

Yeah right.

On Sunday, after I had finally gotten all of my things unpacked, I lay on the new bed and scowled at the ceiling. I was already hating the visit and I had only been there, what, two days? I sighed as I thought of Edward. I missed him. Missed his scent, his smile; his eyes, his voice. Everything. Then I had a thought and brightened up immediately.

I would call him.

The phone rang out for a while; then Edward curiously answered,

"Hello?"

And the sound of his voice immediately caused my heart to flutter wildly.

"Edward, it's me."

"Bella?" He chirped up.

I giggled.

"Yeah. How are you?"

"I'm missing you like crazy." He said, and my heart did a little somersault at his words.

"I'm missing you too." I said, and sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just...I just wish I could be with you instead of here."

He sighed. "Yeah, me too."

We were silent for a moment.

"So how's your mom?" I asked him.

"Yeah she's...she's doing fine." He said.

"Bella, can you come downstairs? Dinner's ready." Renee interrupted through the bedroom door.

I sighed again. "Edward, I've got to go."

"Is this your mom's number?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Ok, can I call you later? Like when your mom and stepdad have gone to sleep?"

"Um ok," I said perking up, "What time?"

"Eleven?"

"Sure."

"And Bella?" Edward said, sounding a little odd.

"Yes?"

"I..." He seemed to take a deep breath, "I...I miss you."

I frowned, puzzled. Didn't he already tell me that? And why did he sound so nervous?

"Yeah, I miss you too."

"Ok, I'll talk to you later." He hung up.

I made my way down to dinner, expecting to see the bowls of Chinese takeaway on the table, when I was stunned to see Renee dishing out what appeared to be lasagne. From a dish that she just took out of the oven. It didn't appear to be store bought either.

Since when did Renee cook?

I sat down at the table and looked at her questioningly. She avoided my gaze.

The lasagne was good too. I hummed appreciatively as I devoured it hungrily, suddenly discovering that I was starving.

"Looks like she likes your cooking Renee." Phil said, laughing, "It's good, she needs a little more meat on her bones."

She laughed along with him.

I was rather offended by his comment and glared at him when he looked back down at his plate.

Renee kicked me under the table.

"Since when did you start cooking anyway Renee?" I asked her, "And cooking good food as well?" I raised an eyebrow.

Phil spoke for her.

"Well, we figured that since we wanted to try for a baby, your mom would need to start learning how to be a little more homely. I mean, she's going to quit her job soon anyway and become a proper housewife." He smiled at her.

She smiled back.

My mouth hung open in shock as I gaped at her.

"But...you love your job!" I exclaimed, "Teaching is like...your passion, you've said that a million times -"

"Yes, I know Bella." She interrupted, "But that was before I decided I wanted another child."

"She would have to leave soon anyway if she got pregnant." Phil continued, "It doesn't make much difference if she leaves now."

I glanced at Renee. She was looking down at her food, deliberately avoiding my eyes. I knew that she didn't really want to quit teaching. I didn't know why she was doing it. I was pretty sure that she didn't want a baby either. However, I didn't say anything more and we finished dinner in silence.

After dinner, when Phil had gone to the living room and Renee was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher – another thing I was surprised to see her doing – I went over to her.

"Renee, you can't really be serious about quitting teaching can you? You love that job, and the kids love you, they'll miss you so much –"

"Bella I've already made my decision."

"Ok, but tell me this Renee. Look me in the eye and tell me that you really want another kid, that it was your idea."

She ignored me and carried on loading the dishes.

That gave me my answer.

"I thought so. It was his idea wasn't it? But why Renee? Why now? I mean, he hated kids before. Why has he changed his mind all of a sudden and is desperate for one?"

She closed her eyes for a second.

"Bella will you just drop this? Why is it so hard to believe? People change ok."

She said that last part in a determined tone, like she was trying to convince herself that people changed. I frowned questioningly but said nothing more, left her in the kitchen and went up to my room.

It was nine thirty, meaning that Edward would be calling in an hour and a half. I was pacing around the room, trying to think of something to pass the time when I located my old ballet shoes stuffed in a box in the corner of the closet. Renee and Phil probably hadn't seen it when they were redecorating the room. I had put them there when I was leaving for Forks because I was mad that I would have to quit my ballet lessons. Renee had told me that I could still continue in Forks but I had refused, saying that I had lost interest in it anyway. She still packed them in my suitcase and I had removed them again and hid them in the closet.

I took them out of the box. They still looked the same, albeit a little dusty. I dusted them off and tried them on. They were a little tight but they still fit. I practiced a few things I remembered from my old classes but found that I wasn't flexible enough to do them anymore. I got bored after a while and went back to lying on my bed, watching the time tick away slowly, waiting for Edward's call. The phone rang a few times and I answered the calls quickly, thinking that it might have been Edward deciding to call me earlier, but they were always for Phil. I wondered why Renee wasn't getting any phone calls. She had a ton of friends who were always calling her, the last time I had visited. Why weren't they calling now?

At about ten fifteen, I heard them coming up the stairs to go to bed. Renee knocked on my door.

"Bells? You awake?"

I didn't really feel like speaking to her so I didn't reply. The main light in the room was off, only the lamp next to the phone was on, so she would probably think I was asleep. She waited a moment; then I heard her padding across the floor to her bedroom. At about ten forty five, I heard her and Phil talking. They were whispering, but it had to have been pretty loud seeing as I could hear it. I couldn't make out any words, but I heard Phil's rumbling voice droning on and occasionally Renee's voice would reply. Phil seemed to be doing most of the talking though, and gradually I could hear his voice getting louder and...angrier?

Were they arguing?

I crept over to the door silently, and pressed my ear against it, straining to hear their conversation. I couldn't make out anything. The phone rang suddenly, startling me, and I hurried over to answer it, not wanting Renee and Phil to hear it.

"Edward." I said, a smile stretching my lips as I lay back on the bed.

"Hey." He replied.

"So, what are you doing?" I asked him.

"Nothing, just in my bed. You?"

His voice sounded calm, laid back, even deeper than usual.

I liked it.

"Same. You sound really...relaxed." I commented.

"Do I?" He asked, "Hmmm, I guess I am pretty relaxed right now."

"What did you do today?"

"Nothing, just stayed at home with my mom, practiced my guitar a little. How was your day?"

But I was momentarily distracted by his voice. It really did sound different. A little deeper, huskier, sexier...

"Bella?"

The way he sounded, saying my name, caused my pulse to start racing. I flushed.

What the hell was wrong with me?

"Um Yeah Edward, I'm here. My day was boring. We went out to a museum, had dinner, then I stayed in my room all night waiting for your call."

He chuckled, his husky laugh sending tingles through my body.

"You know, it's funny because I was going to call you before eleven. I sat with my phone in my hand for ten minutes deliberating over whether to do it or not. In the end, I just decided to wait till eleven seeing as that was when I said I would call."

I snickered. "You should have just called."

He laughed huskily again.

"I know."

We were silent for a moment and I listened to his breathing on the line. It was deeper, heavier. I wondered why, I mean, he told me that he'd only been lying on his bed.

"Baby?"

A warm shiver rippled through my body, my heart fluttered, my pulse quickened, heat coursed through me as I heard him call me that.

Baby? He had never called me that before. And coming from his lips, especially the way he was sounding right now...

I liked it.

"Hmmm?" I answered shakily, unable to form words for a moment.

"I already told you I missed you right?" he asked jokingly.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I think you did." My voice was shaky.

He must have noticed because he asked, "Are you ok?"

"Uh huh. Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"I don't know...you sounded a little...never mind."

We were silent a while and I listened to his deep breathing again. It was doing something to me. I could feel heat slowly radiating through my body.

"You know what I miss about you?" he asked, and his voice was driving me crazy. The heat reached my centre and I could feel the slight tingling of arousal approaching.

"What?" I asked, unable to stop myself from whispering.

"I miss your hair, the way it feels so soft and silky under my fingers when I stroke it. I miss your eyes, the way you look at me. I miss your blush, the way you cheeks are pink, like twenty four seven."

He laughed softly but I was unable to join in. I was frozen, entranced by his voice, by his words.

"I miss your smile; I miss your lips...your soft, full lips. The way they shine when you're wearing lip gloss. The way they taste...the way your tongue feels in my mouth..."

My breathing deepened and my eyes hooded against my will as my crotch flamed.

"Baby?" He said again, and I couldn't help squeezing my legs together to soothe my pulsing centre.

"Yes?" I whispered.

He sighed deeply.

"I miss your slender neck. They way it flushes when I kiss it, when I lick it, when I bite it..."

The tiniest of moans escaped my lips. I didn't even think he heard it, but he was silent for a while and I heard his breathing becoming heavier. Which in turn caused mine to deepen.

"I miss your breasts, I miss the way your nipples harden against my chest, the way they feel under my fingers when I stroke them. The way your breasts fit perfectly in my hands, like they were moulded for me."

Oh shit. It was sweet torture. I wanted to hear him say these things to me, but I wanted him here with me, doing them to me, more. I wanted to feel his hands on me now, holding my breasts the way he was describing.

My hand involuntarily cupped my breast, my nipple already hard under my finger. I rubbed it in a circular motion and my eyes closed at the sensation.

I moaned softly.

Edward was silent. His breathing was now heavy and fast. I now knew why he sounded like that, why he was breathing heavily.

He was aroused.

And now he was making me aroused too. The thought of his arousal caused another moan to escape me. I thought of his hardness pressed against me, thought of his bulge stroking against my wetness. My arm moved down my body slowly, and I stroked myself over my damp panties softly, moaning louder.

"Bella." Edward's voice was now a shaky whisper, turning me on even more. I pressed a finger down and wriggled, moaning deeply as it sent a shiver through me, causing my hairs to stand on end.

Edward groaned.

"What are you doing baby?" He whispered.

My legs spread and I rubbed a finger on my throbbing clit over my panties, occasionally pressing down, shifting my hips off the bed.

"I'm..." I was panting now, "I'm touching myself."

"Mmmm," He moaned, "And why are you touching yourself?"

I rubbed faster.

"Because...because you're turning me on." I whimpered.

He sighed shakily.

"And who are you imagining to be touching you while you touch yourself?" His breathing sped up.

"You." I moaned.

I slipped my hand into my panties and I rubbed myself faster, my fingers gliding over the wetness easily.

Edward groaned again loudly.

"Mmmm baby, who do you want touching you right now?"

"You." My hand was moving furiously now.

"Say my name baby."

"Edward." I gasped.

I slipped a finger into my slippery entrance and pumped it in and out while my thumb pressed my clit. The same sensation I had felt when I had done this once before was happening again. I could feel myself tensing; feel the mounting pressure building in the space under my stomach.

Edward wasn't speaking now. I could hear him groaning and grunting. I was pretty sure he was pleasuring himself too.

"Bella," He said after a while, panting, "You turn me on so much. So. Fucking. Much." His voice was strained.

I could barely utter a word myself, the pressure inside me building up by the second, the pleasure engulfing me.

"Are you going to cum for me?" I could tell he was going to release any second. "C'mon baby, cum for me."

My eyes squeezed shut at his words and the pressure was taking over me, the sensation rippling through my body.

"Isabella, say my name."

And hearing him say that, hearing him call me Isabella just did it for me.

With a loud moan I shuddered as my climax hit me, whimpering his name.

He groaned, then he mumbled, "Oh fuck. Bella." As his own climax took over him.

Then we were both breathing heavily down the line, in silence as we came down from our climaxes.

"Are you ok?" He asked after a while.

"I'm more than ok."

He chuckled, "Me too."

We talked for a while longer but we were both pretty tired after our...conversation and I drifted off to sleep shortly afterwards, the phone lying on the pillow next to me.

The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed and euphoric. I started dressing early, thinking that I would go out and enjoy the hot Phoenix weather for a bit. I took a while in the shower, mainly because I kept daydreaming about Edward and our phone conversation last night. His voice was so sexy, 'Isabella, say my name.' Why did he calling me Isabella turn me on so much? I snapped out of my thoughts, realising the water had started cooling while I was busy fantasising.

I went out, just around town, even shopping a little, – Alice would have been proud – then I went to eat and hung out in the park for a while, enjoying the sun that I rarely got to see in Forks. I got back to the house at about six thirty.

"Renee!" I called out as I got in.

The house seemed empty. Where did they go? I went upstairs; about to go to my room and maybe call Edward, when I noticed Renee and Phil's bedroom door was wide open. Odd, I thought. I walked into the room cautiously. Nothing seemed amiss – but then I heard the sobbing.

Panicking, I walked towards their bathroom where the sobbing was coming from. The door was ajar so I pushed it open slowly, afraid of what I would find.

And I was right to be afraid because what I saw on the bathroom floor was frightening.

Renee was on the floor. There was a large purplish-blue bruise under her eye. Her lip was bloodied and swollen. Her hair was in a matted ponytail and I could see strands of it around her on the bathroom floor. She was wearing a tank top, and I could see more purplish-blue bruises littering her arms. Tears were streaming down her face as she sat, rocking slowly and clutching her stomach, her face twisted in agony.

It was then that I noticed the scariest part of it all.

Underneath her, where she sat on the bathroom floor, her legs folded to the side; there was a puddle of red.

Blood.

It was slowly spreading around her, trickling towards the doorway where I stood.

I ran over to her and crouched beside her, grabbing her shoulders frantically, my own tears blurring her bruised features.

"Oh my God mom, who did this to you? Who?" I yelled.

A strangled sob escaped her throat. Then she uttered one word, her voice hoarse and quiet, so quiet I wasn't even sure I had heard her correctly.

"Phil."