Edward's POV

Running at top speed, I slapped the knife out of that monster's hands and heard it clatter to the floor. Then I grabbed his neck and flung him into the wall behind him.
"NO!" I heard my Kitten scream from somewhere far away. I didn't stop.
I couldn't.
I was oblivious to her faint cries as I pulled him by the collar and threw him harshly into the table, hearing a loud crack from his chest.
He was out cold. But even that didn't stop me from lifting him up, and dropping him onto the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.
He landed with a loud thud, followed by more cracking from somewhere in his body.
I was panting hard. A red mist had descended over my eyes. I was fuming.
Then the image of him holding a knife to a beaten down girl arose, and I lost it once more.
I reverted my eyes away from his unconscious body and towards the knife that had landed across the room.
Slowly, I walked up to it, picked it up cautiously, and stepped back to him.
Lifting the knife carefully, I held it above his body. Just as I was about to seal the deal I heard a desperate cry.
"EDWARD!"
I turned towards Kitten, still beaten and broken, still on the floor.
"Don't do this! He's not worth it! I…I love you too much to watch you pay for his mistakes! Please!"
This snapped me back into reality.
I only then noticed my surroundings.
The kitchen was in a mess. The things that were on the counter were now broken and scattered onto the floor.
There was a huge dent in the wall where I must have pushed her father, and a few tiles beneath it were crushed.
I touched my aching head and pulled back my hand to see blood on my hand.
I looked back at her father who was lying broken on the floor, and gasped.
A pool of blood had accumulated around his head and his breathing was slow yet rapid.
Then I looked down at the knife that I was holding with a vice tight grip, realizing what I was about to do.
I dropped the knife with a loud gasp and fell to my knees. My head was spinning.
I could have killed him.
I would have killed him.
If he wasn't already dead.
I felt myself slip away.
"Edward?" I heard. Her voice was coming from directly beside me, but it felt like miles away.
I just barely felt the reassuring touch she made on my arm.
"Edward!" she screamed. "EDWARD! Answer me!"
But I wasn't paying attention. My mind was galaxies away. Her voice which was usually the focus of my universe, was now a mere echo in the distance.
I was too far gone to rationally react to anything.
Just then I heard sirens outside the house. The police.
That somewhat woke me up.
Though not by much.
I heard them barge into the door and I looked over at Kitten.
She looked terrified.
I tried getting up, to maybe try to comfort her, in any way I could. But something pushed me back down forcefully.
I recognized the familiar robotic voices of the police. Before I knew what was happening, my hands were cuffed together behind my back and I was being dragged away from my Kitten.
Then I noticed how fragile she looked.
I couldn't scream. I couldn't even talk.
All I could do was whisper a faint 'I'm sorry' in her direction before I was forced out of the house and into the back of a police van.
Then I blacked out.

Bella's POV

I watched with frightened eyes as they dragged Edward out of the room. He didn't even lift a finger.
He'd turned around to look at me and I saw his lips moving, possibly trying to tell me something. It was too soft for me to hear.
I wanted to cry.
I was confused and sore and frightened and all wanted to do was curl up and cry myself to sleep like I did as a child.
But I couldn't.
I could hardly muster up enough energy to breathe.
I ignored the pain that was running through my body and took slow, painful breaths.
I kept blacking out for seconds at a time. All I could focus on was the strong urge to stop breathing. To stop the pain I felt as I took each breath.
The strong urge to die.
But I couldn't.
Not when I knew Edward was somewhere with the police right now, possibly being arrested.
He was innocent.
And I had to live long enough to prove that.
The next thing I knew, I was being strapped to a gurney and wheeled out of the house, into an ambulance, being taken to a hospital.
I heard the soft voices of paramedics urging me to keep calm and breath deeply, but I barely heard them.
All I could think abut was the look on Edwards face as he was being taken away. It haunted me throughout the whole drive and when we finally got to the hospital I had no more energy.
I couldn't speak, or move, or breathe.
But that didn't stop my mind from going into turbo mode.
I heard the frantic voices of doctors and nurses gathered around me. Someone put a mask over my mouth that was pushing air into my lungs.
I gathered the strength to open my eyes.
I was in a hospital bed. I closed my eyes once more, quite ready for it all to end.
I was going to die in this room. This bed.
And I was ready.
And that scared me.
The voices were starting to jumble together into one big murmur.
Then one voice stood out among the rest. I opened my eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Dr Keith," Carlisle said. "I'll take it from here."
Then the world went black.

Edward's POV

"Why would you want to hurt those innocent people, Mr Cullen?" Officer Jon asked me over a table.
"I didn't," I replied calmly, knowing it was the truth.
"Don't lie to me, boy."
"I DIDN'T HURT HER!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my voice husky and panicked. "I WOULD NEVER HURT HER!"
"Why not?" he asked.
"I…I love her…" I answered meekly.
"And the man?" he continued. "You damn near killed him."
"I…I didn't mean to…I…didn't know what I was doing…I…regret it."
"Sure you do," he said scornfully. "You understand that if the girl says differently you WILL go to prison, right, boy?"
I nodded. My head pounded and I had already vomited about three times. I wanted to go home.
I wanted to be anywhere but here, in this cold little room.
This questioning room at the police station.
"And if you didn't in fact hurt the girl, what happened to her?"
"Her father…he…" I couldn't continue. It was too painful.
"EDWARD!" I heard Esme shout as she entered the room. I looked up and almost smiled.
"He will have to be questioned more at a later date Mrs Cullen," the officer said.
She ignored him completely and ran up to me, wiping the dried blood from my eyes.
"He needs to be in a hospital!" she screamed, gently touching the deep gash on my temple.
"A car is ready to transport him outside-"
"No," she interrupted him, "I'm taking him home. Right now."
I got up shakily and wobbled outside into her car.
As she drove away I looked back at the police station, knowing that I would be going back.

My eyes opened with a shock. My dreams had replayed the event of the previous night so clearly that I was literally shaking.
I slowly got out of bed but quickly regret it.
My head pounded and I could feel the dry blood still covering my face.
I groaned and got up carefully, hoping to find my mother. To ask her what had happened.
If Isabella was dead I would never forgive myself.
But I couldn't think of that.
I heard a knock on my door.
"Edward?" my fathers voice called from the other side. "Are you awake?"
I groaned loudly as an answer and he opened the door slowly.
"How are you feeling?"
I gave him a nod to show that I was okay considering the circumstances.
I couldn't talk. My mouth was dry.
But I needed to know about Isabella. He was at the hospital for night shift last night and I knew he would have chosen to take care of her.
"Isabella…" I managed to draw out roughly. My voice was coarse and I could only hope he could understand me.
"Yes, there is something I need to discuss with you, Edward."
I looked up sharply, my mind in overdrive. Always expecting the worst.
I took a deep, painful breath.
"What happened?"