Shit is about to go down! This chapter also holds one thing that we have all been waiting for. I hope you like it!

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Chapter 19: The Plan
EPOV

"I have a plan." I said, sitting across from Carlisle in his office at the hospital.

Carlisle looked uncertain, but he waved his hand for me to continue.

"Something is definitely going down tonight. I think it's going to be something big. We know for sure then that he is going to hurt her tonight. He can't get off if he is caught in the act. It's risky, but I think it may be the only way."

"And what if he just shoots her, figuring he is already going to jail?" Carlisle says.

"He could do that anyway. She isn't going to survive much longer if something isn't done. He's holding this family over her head. You want your family safe too? Then you need him locked up."

"The Forks police are not equipped to handle this." He said, pointing out what I already knew.

"I know, there is only one other cop besides Charlie. I don't think he would be wanting to arrest his boss he has worked with for so long. This is where I need your help. We need something bigger. State cops, or FBI or something. I don't know what." I said, needing him to hear me out.

"If this doesn't work, it could back fire tremendously. Bella would likely be killed, and our family would be in danger." He said.

"That's already the case, isn't it? You have told me that you can't just leave someone in need if you have the power to do something. No one saved me until it was too late to stop me from doing something I will always regret. Dad, I.. I don't want the same thing, or worse to happen to her."

Carlisle sat in silence thinking for what seemed like forever, before he stood. "Alright. I will pull some strings. I will do my best. Any idea when this going down?"

"Probably early evening, 6 or 7 maybe? I'm not sure." I said, feeling hope fill my chest.

"Alright. I will call you with any updates."

I nod, before hugging him, probably for the first time since I was a kid. He was baffled, but smiled a little none the less. I guess he was desperate to get the family talking to him again.

I head back home, and immediately go to my room. I wanted to tell Bella, but in case it didn't happen, I didn't want to get her hopes up. Plus, the less she knew, the better, in case it did happen, but went wrong.

Besides, I was almost afraid to hope it would really work.

The moment I entered my room, Bella put down the book I left for her, and smiled a little at me. "You look happy, and kind of anxious. What's up?"

"Nothing. I just am looking forward to getting some real sleep." I only slightly lied.

"Ahhh… an ulterior motive for having me over. I am all over that." She said grinning a little.

I climbed onto the bed beside her, kicking off my shoes, and pulled her into my arms gently.

She smiled a little, staring up at me. "I'm glad you came back." She said quietly, almost so softly I didn't hear.

"It was only a matter of time." I said, leaning down, resting my forehead against hers.

She just stared at me for a moment, her cheeks suddenly turning that pretty scarlet I had missed. "Why are you blushing?" I said, grinning a little.

"I.. um.." She said, her eyes darting to my lips, before her face turns redder, and she starts to pull away. What the fuck? She wanted me to fucking kiss her?

Why wasn't I repulsed by that? I knew I liked her, that I would do anything for the girl. Maybe I liked her as more. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

"I'm sorry." She said, shrugging a bit, trying to play it off like she hadn't just been ogling my lips. I grinned a little, and pulled her back against me.

She looked up at my in confusion before I slowly lowered myself down, brushing my lips against hers. She stiffened a little bit, so I gently stroked her cheek a little, while gently brushing my lips against hers again. Her lips felt so soft, and sent small tingles through mine that was mildly fucking euphoric.

She started to respond, relaxing a bit, and raising her neck to meet me. I gently pressed my lips a little more firmly on hers, sucking on her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, letting out a small sound of pleasure, and I took the opportunity to dip my tongue in slightly, meeting hers.

I felt her move closer to me and lace her fingers into my hair, gently pulling at my hair. I let out a little groan, and she started kissing me back, slipping her own tongue out to meet mine, before sucking on my lower lip. I could feel my pants get tight, and started kissing her with more passion, changing position so I was hovering over her, not wanting her to feel my new problem in my pants.

She arched up to meet me, pulling a little tighter on my hair, letting out a small moan that nearly drove me crazy. I forcibly pulled away, not wanting to take this further right now. Neither one of us was ready, and this would go there very fast.

She looked up at me with wide eyes, licking her now swollen lips.

Then she broke into a huge smile, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "You would think that was your first kiss." I said, trying to ease some of the tension.

"It was." She said matter of factly, smiling still.

I was shocked at first, but then it made sense. When would she have had a chance? She was virtually a social pariah.

I laid back down beside her, and pulled her back against my chest, adjusting my situation a bit so she wouldn't be right up against it.

I definitely did like kissing Bella Swan.

"Thank you." She whispered before closing her eyes, resting her head on my chest.

We both fell asleep soon after, and didn't wake up until the alarm clock went off at 4 pm.

BPOV

I woke up, curled up in Edward's arms. Immediately a smile took over my face. Edward had kissed me. And he had obviously enjoyed it.

It was more than I had ever imagined. Amazing, soft, and tingly.

What did it mean though. Did he like me as more than a friend? Or did he just do that cause he caught me ogling him?

I didn't know, and at the moment, I could hardly bring myself to care, because Edward had kissed me.

I slowly turned off the alarm, and Edward roused also. We both sat up, suddenly realizing that it was time to leave. I still had to cook for Charlie.

The sobering thought wiped the smile off my face. I knew it was going to be bad tonight, I just didn't know how bad.

Edward watched me a moment before we both got up, both entirely sobered at the realization that it was time to go back to the monster.

We both left his room without saying a word, and he helped me out and to the car. We drove to my house in a loud silence. I was worried at what Charlie had planned, and that was my guess with Edward as well.

"I'll see you tonight. Just hang in there." He said quietly before I got out of his car, suddenly shattering the silence.

"That's what I do best." I say quietly, and leaving his car while I still could get myself to.

Once I got inside, I started making dinner for Charlie. When he got home, he didn't say anything. I kind of wanted him to just get it over with, whatever he was planning. Waiting was almost as bad as what usually happened.

Around eight pm, I found out what he had planned, when about five men all came. James, and four others, some of which I had seen before, some I hadn't.

I felt myself start to shake. He had never had this many at the same time.

I had the weird feeling that I was being watched, but not by them.

"Charlie, don't do this. I can't… I.." I could hear myself whimpering quietly. Surely this many would kill me. Half of them were never gentle.

Charlie grabbed me and threw me against the wall hard, and I felt my head smack. Stars danced in my vision as I slid to the floor.

"Who said you could question me? Don't you want your precious friends to be safe?" he said grinning while he started counting the hundred dollar bills he had been given by the men.

Not long after, they all started taking their turns with me, right in the middle of the living room, not even bothering to bring me upstairs. I immediately started trying to escape, rehearsing lyrics in my head again. I could feel something snap though, and it wasn't working. The lyrics weren't enough.

Suddenly, when they started going so rough I couldn't even attempt to block it out, I suddenly could feel myself feel with hatred. Hatred for this situation, for myself, for Charlie, for fucking everything. I wanted it done.

Adrenaline surged through my system as I forced myself away from the four men. I vaguely felt myself throw punches, then everything went black.

"Step away from the girl!" was the next thing I heard. I stood there holding Charlie's gun, pointed at him, one of the other men was shot in the leg, and another in the shoulder. James was on the ground unconscious, but clearly not dead.

I looked around to find the source of the unfamiliar voice, and suddenly, police officers filled the room, all guns pointed at the four men, and at Charlie. Another one approached me. "Drop the gun miss, everything will be okay, just drop the gun."

I stood there staring at him. My mind couldn't process what was going on. Had I shot those people? How did I have Charlie's gun?

My hands shaking violently, I dropped the gun, but forced myself to stay standing, though I just wanted to collapse and never wake up.

I was suddenly very aware of how incredibly naked I was in front of all these cops. They surely had seen. I tried to cover myself, shivering uncontrollably.

The next several minutes slurred by. Charlie and the other men were all either arrested, or taken away in an ambulance with an assisting officer. At some point, someone had draped a blanket over my shoulders. A cop was asking me questions, but everything sounded muffled.

People were throwing around words like "shock" and "psych eval."

Then suddenly, the one person I wanted to see was here. He made his way through the cops, and kneeled in front of me, taking my hands. Suddenly, everything came crashing down, and I was able to comprehend what was going on.

I climbed off of the couch, and crawled into Edward's waiting arms as my body quaked in the sobs I could finally release.

Edward held me tightly to him, running soothing circles over my back.

"Your safe now. " He said quietly.

"How? I… I think I was going to kill him… I had a gun… What happened."

"Dad and I, after you told me something big was going to go down tonight, I went to Dad. We got the state involved, since we knew for a fact they would find something." He said in a quiet tone.

"Miss, we are going to have to bring you to the hospital. We need to do a rape kit for extra evidence, plus, you obviously need medical attention." A cop said.

I cringed, not wanting Edward to hear that. I didn't want him to know about that, but I was guessing at this point, he knew.

"I want to go with her." Edward said, never letting go of me. I was sure he would be repulsed if he knew.

"If that's what she wants, then its fine." I nod quickly.

"Also, she is a minor, so we need to know if there is any other family we can notify for her to stay with."

"I don't have any other family."

"Actually." I heard another voice speak up, and saw Carlisle walk over. "I am her doctor, and my family would be happy to have her with us."

The officer assessed him, then another cop approached. "He is the one who made the call. It's fine. I will approve it."

I sighed in relief, with the worry of where I would go gone.

Soon enough, we were in an ambulance, Edward riding beside me. Everything was still such a blur, and I still didn't completely understand what was going on. Edward had been the one to put the straps on me with the EMT's instruction, after he had explained that I can't let other men touch me.

We made it to the hospital, and a female doctor gave me the rape kit. It hurt like hell, but I kept quiet. Finally my calm had found me. After the rape kit, a therapist came in and gave me a psych evaluation. I refused to talk about it. She then brought up the fact that I had been holding a gun about to shoot Charlie. I answered honestly that I did not remember how that came to be.

"I am going to greatly recommend that you go into therapy after this. This kind of thing can be traumatic on a one time basis, but from my understanding, this has been happening for a very long time. You have strong signs of post traumatic stress disorder, and I am afraid it will just get worse if you continue to keep it all in." The therapist said before going to talk to Carlisle, who for all intensive purposes was now my legal guardian. The cops questioned me, and I gave enough vague details to give them further evidence.

"We caught a large amount of it on camera, from around the time money was exchanged, to when we came in. So we likely have enough evidence to get him locked up for a long time. However, we need further evidence to get him in there for longer. We know this has gone on for a long time. Is there anything you can tell us?" he said.

I curled up tightly, daring myself to speak words that may or may not get him a murder charge. Words I had always been afraid to say. "He murdered Renee Swan, his wife, and my mother." I said quietly.

The officer stopped writing, and stared at me a moment. "How long ago?"

"I was six… so about ten years ago." I said quietly, forcing myself to keep the numb calm I had recently reacquired. I felt Edward squeeze my shoulders as he gave me a questioning look. I shook my head, not wanting to elaborate more.

"How did it happen?" The officer asked.

I took a deep breath, not wanting to go into it. "He stabbed her. He beat her, then he stabbed her." I said quietly. "The knife he used is in the garage."

The police officer seemed to realize I had reached my limit, and he left the room quietly, hopefully with enough ammunition to put Charlie away forever.

Soon after, I was moved to another room in the hospital where they sedated me, telling me they were going to set my broken bones, and put me on a feeding tube. They said I would likely be in the hospital for the next week at least, to make sure things started healing correctly.

Soon after they hooked up the IV, I was lost to the abyss.

EPOV

I sighed once she was out. I was still in shock at what I had seen. I was ready to bust in there the moment that the men entered. The officers though wanted to make sure they had enough evidence first. What I saw, I wasn't sure I could ever erase from my retinas. I could tell it wasn't the first time. I had no idea that she was going through that as well. It explained a lot though. The things she couldn't talk about, the things that made it so she suddenly was going into panic attacks when men touched her. And that fucker James was there. If he didn't spend life in jail, I would fucking kill him.

I had no idea how to proceed with her. I knew at least, that she would finally be safe, but she was going to need a lot of help that I wasn't sure she would accept. Talking about things didn't come naturally to her. I knew that even though the physical danger was over, that she still wasn't safe. She had too many demons, too much locked inside, and too much practice keeping it there.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Esme standing above me. "Honey, I came as soon as I heard. Is she going to be okay?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know the extent of the shit they were doing to her. I hope that fucker rots." I said.

She looked like she wanted to scold me for my language, but refrained.

"She's safe now. She'll stay with us. Carlisle already discussed it. She is already part of the family. But Edward, do you understand what you are getting into? I know how you look at her… and.." she sighed.

"Mom, I know it won't be easy. I've been there, remember? Still there." I say, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Yes, but… Edward.." She sighed, dropping it. "I am guessing you are staying here. Want me to bring you some clothes honey?"

"That would be great. Thanks." I said, exhausted.

"Alright. I will be back soon." She says before planting a kiss on the top of my head. Normally that shit would embarrass me, but not now. I honestly wanted to ball my fucking eyes out, scream, and fucking murder all of those assholes, but I couldn't. I was too tired to any of it.

A little while later a doctor and a few nurses took Bella out of the room to reset her bones and such. I guess Carlisle had been taking off because he was too close to the situation.

It was several hours before they returned her to the room with casts on one of her wrists and on her leg. She was still out from the drugs they put in her IV. I only hoped they were giving her a dreamless sleep.

After a little while longer, She started stirring, and her head turned to me groggily.

"How are you feeling?" I asked quietly, standing and going to her side.

"Drugged." She said softly, forcing a smile. "Is it really over? Is he really gone?"

I nod slowly, and take her hand.

"When can I get out of here?"

"Not for at least a week. They want you to gain some weight first." I said.

"You look tired." She said, wincing as she scooted over on the bed. "Come up here with me."

I looked at her hesitantly, not wanting to risk hurting her or messing up the wires. She obviously misread my hesitation though when her eyes dropped to the bed.

"It's okay, I get it. I'm sorry."

"Shh, it's nothing like that. You just came out of surgery, and I am worried about hurting you." I Said, gently pushing her chin up and forcing her gaze to meet mine.

"I'm not that fragile." She said, forcing another smile that looked more like a grimace.

I nod, and carefully get into bed with her, pulling her against me. She seems to relax immediately, resting her head on my chest. "Thank you." She said quietly before she falls back to sleep. It's not long until I follow.

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