Disclaimer- Don't own Twilight and this chapter contains the spanking of a child.

A/N- Thanks for all the reviews from last chapter. This chapter has the aftermath, Renesmee meets Jake and Elijah, and sadly Damian comes back into the story. So please enjoy.

It should be said that if you are a celebrity and your wife goes bat shit insane, then there is no way that you can keep it a private matter. Just in the case with Edward. For the first two days, his life had been completely hectic. Reporters from everywhere wanted interviews, news channels, the internet and other forms of media kept talking about the reason why Bella snapped. Debates raged back and forth proclaiming that it was his fault or that it was her fault. Like any other scandal accusations of infidelity came up, which was true for both parties, however nothing came up that Edward slept with other males. People that Edward and Bella knew in high school appeared on shows talking about them. Wild rumors on the internet proclaimed that Bella was a part of a cult and was brainwashed to kill her family. Other rumors were coming out that women had Edward's baby, of course none were true. Men came out saying that they sold Bella cocaine and repeatedly slept with her and that she had aborted their babies. This had a very slim possibility of being true.

Edward had to spend countless hours giving testimony about what happened to doctors and the police. He knew because he could be arrested for domestic violence said that he grabbed Bella's wrists in self defense. And the bruises she got from being flung across the room was because he was pushing her back, so she couldn't get to Renesmee. In all honesty the police bought his explanation, giving him condolences that his wife was crazy.

His phone was constantly ringing from his lawyer to his family, to Bella's father and mother and everyone else knowing what had happened. But the one person that he cared about hadn't called yet.

Okay with the situation, one would wonder how Renesmee was getting along. Well at the point Bella was led away in a police car, she was a nervous wreck. Crying constantly for her mommy and trying to fool herself that Bella wasn't crazy. She had to be questioned by police that were gentle with her about her side of the story and how her mommy and daddy interacted. She told them the truth about their fights, but never mentioned Edward ever laying his hands on Bella. Over the past few days, she started to wet herself, her behavior also included pacing, nail biting and tantrums. Edward was told to get a child psychologist for her, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with another doctor.

The doctors that were evaluating Bella came to the conclusion that she was an alcoholic and that she was suffering from depression and bipolar disorder. Giving permission, Edward had her committed for over six months and he was leaning towards pressing charges for domestic violence. He didn't care if she went to jail or not, but he knew if he did do it; the media would be all over him and it could possible affect the tour. As for Renesmee, Edward really didn't know what he was going to do with her.

The only good outcome of the situation was now that Bella had been institutionalized and criminal charges that could be brought up against her; Edward didn't need her signature on the divorce papers. He was official free from her.

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After another long day of giving testimonies, listening to doctors and talking to his agent and lawyer, Edward was ready to rest. Pushing past thousands of reporters and cameras that were flocking around his apartment; he told the nanny to leave for the day, so he could be alone with Renesmee.

The little girl was in the living room watching a popular gossip show talk about her mother. "This is trash," Edward said changing the channel.

Renesmee stared down at her hands as her daddy settled on one of the couches. She was already dressed in pajamas. Actually she had been in them all day, refusing to go to school. All day she spent her time staring at the television hoping for news that her mommy was getting better, but nothing. "Um…"

Before she could get a word out, Edward's phone went off. "Hello," he said answering.

"Hey," said Jake from the other side. He had been terrified to call Edward for the past couple days, because of what the older man was going through. It took Elijah throwing a tantrum about wanting to talk to Edward that made him do it. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. She didn't do anything that was damaging. Were you scared?"

"Yes, I was too scared to call and find out if you were really hurt."

Edward smiled, least he was think of me, he thought. "If I'm in a hospital hooked up to life support; I would always want you to call. I'm sorry I haven't called you; I've been extremely busy talking with people and making arrangements. So how are you doing?"

"Okay I got a temporary job working at McDonalds yesterday."

"That's good at least you're working, but flipping burgers doesn't pay the bills. Do you need me to wire you some money? I don't want you going out."

"No we're okay for right now."

"Don't kid yourself, whether you like it or not, I'm sending you $3000 dollars tomorrow."

"Please I don't want to be indebted to you."

"You won't be; I'm doing it because I love you, and can I get your bank information?" Knowing not to argue, Jacob finally relented and gave his information. "Thank you," said Edward. How is Elijah?"

"Okay, he's been screaming his lungs off for you. Here I'll put him on the phone."

"Hello," said Elijah happily.

"Hey big guy," Edward said. "What's been going on?"

"Hm, Daddy got a job and I kill a bug."

"That's great; I'm coming to see you soon."

Elijah cheered. "When?"

"Soon, put your daddy on the phone. I love you." The I love you line didn't sit well with Renesmee as she heard the whole conversation. He shouldn't be saying I love you to anyone, except for her mommy.

"Love you to bye bye." Elijah handed the phone with Jacob contented now.

Jacob stared at his son for a minute, before talking again. "What's going on with Bella," he asked.

"I don't want to get into that right now," Edward replied looking at his daughter out of the corner of his eye. "I'll explain later."

"How's your kid?"

"She's shaken up; I have to talk to her about some things. So I'll call you later."

"Okay."

"Love you."

Jake hesitated, "I can't say it back to you."

"I know, hopeful one day you will. Bye." Edward hung up the phone and sat down next to his daughter. Now with things the way they were; he wouldn't be doing the paternity test anytime soon. Well maybe once things calmed down a little bit.

"Who was on the phone," Renesmee asked.

"A friend, Renesmee, I know you're young, but you do understand that your mommy is very sick."

"Yes Daddy, is it because she drinks?"

"Yes along with other things. And I'm going to get her the best care that I can afford, but while she is in the hospital." And possibly jail, he thought. "Some things are going to have to change. I'm going to be on tour soon and before that I have a lot of work to do, so…"

"Do I get to go with you?" she asked desperate not to be left behind.

"Sorry, but no. I'm going to talk to Carlisle and Esme to see if you can live with them, while I'm away. Or if you prefer I can talk to Grandma Renee."

Tears ran down Renesmee's face, Bella left her and now Edward didn't want her around. She knew they didn't get along all of the time, but she wanted him now to keep her safe. "I don't want to stay with Renee."

Edward felt awkward towards the little girl as fresh tears came out. Sitting near her, he wiped them away. "Don't cry things will be fine. Esme will love to have you around. I have to return to Los Angeles to complete some work, so you'll be coming with me, until I can arrange a time for me to take you to Forks."

"When can I visit Mommy?"

Edward almost laughed at her innocence. The child was never going to see Bella, while she was in the hospital. "When the doctors say that it is okay. It's bedtime, so get into bed."

Nodding she jumped up and left, hoping that he would give her a hug and a kiss, but that didn't happen.

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"Are you fucking retarded," screamed an irate customer that threw her cheeseburger at Jake. "I said no damn ketchup on this."

Clenching his teeth, Jake tried not to choke the woman. It was his second day at the job and already he wanted to kill one of the customers. He had been hired after the first interview, because they were desperate for people and after a quick training session, he was already working register by himself. "Ma'am, I did put in no ketchup, someone must have made a mistake; I will get you a new burger," he said. In the back of his mind, he called her a bitch.

"You better, you son of a bitch."

It took all his will power, not to jump across the counter and choke the woman. Punching in the order, he made sure that it didn't have ketchup and gave it to the woman. "Here you go and have a nice day," he said. The woman just turned her head in a snotty fashion and walked away. "May I take your order," he asked the next customer.

A girl around fifteen looked at the menu. "Can I get um…a Big Mac combo meal? Wait I want the 20 piece chicken nuggets with honey mustard and… No wait a minute give me the chicken wings."

One of his eyebrows went up in confusion. "We don't serve chicken wings," he pointed out.

"Why not?" She asked getting a snooty attitude.

Jake wanted to punch the kid; he couldn't believe someone a few years younger than him was so stupid. "Because we sell burgers, if you want chicken go to the KFC down the street."

"Okay give me two combos of the chicken nuggets, with honey mustard and barbeque sauce. Then I want two apple pies and for a drink two cokes."

Punching in the order, he pulled out two cups. "Our drink machine is to your left, so you have to do it yourself."

"Well at the other McDonald's they do it for me."

"Well we're not them."

"You have a bad attitude," she said rolling her eyes and popping a wade of bright pink gum in her mouth.

"Sorry about that ma'am, is that all you want?"

"Yes."

Jake put in the order and gave her the receipt. Once the food came out, he called her number. "Here you go ma'am."

"I wanted a salad," she said out of nowhere.

"You didn't order a salad."

"Now I want one, so take this back and give me my full refund."

"You can't get a full refund."

"Why not?"

"I've already put the order in, you paid and I gave you the food you wanted. I'm not about to give you something that you don't deserve."

"You're such a dumbass; I wanted a salad in the beginning; why didn't you put it in?"

"I'm not a fucking mind reader, you dumb bitch," he yelled. "How was I suppose to know that you wanted a salad? Pull your head out of your ass and think for once in your life."

The manager hearing the commotion came out of his office. "Jacob calm down and let me deal with her," he said

Grumbling Jake went into the back room where the lockers were kept and slammed his fist into one of them. He couldn't wait until he went on tour and left the god awful place. Going into the bathroom, he took out his pocket knife and made a small cut on his stomach. Feeling better, he put a band-aid on and went into his manager's office.

"Hey I know that girl pissed you off, but you can't swear at her," the manager said.

"Sorry, but she was acting like a retard," Jake replied.

"And I've dealt with people just like that before; the trick is to pray that the person ends up at some fast food joint one day doing the same thing. Come on you have one more hour of your shift then you get to leave. Take out the trash and clean off the tables."

"Okay." Doing what he was told to do, the hour went by fast. Soon Jake was standing at a bus stop waiting for his bus. Looking around, his heart stopped when he saw Damian's car beginning to drive by. Turning around he prayed that he wasn't seen, luckily he wasn't. Damian was in his own world wondering why Jake hadn't answered his phone in days.

Thinking he was in the clear, Jake turned back around. However not too far away, Damian saw him out of his side view mirrors. Making a U turn, Damian drove back over. Seeing Damian turning around, Jake started to hyperventilate, but remained somewhat calm; Damian couldn't do anything with other people around.

Pulling up to the bus stop, Damian signaled Jake to come near him. Jake shook his head no, which prompted Damian to get out of the car. Walking to the younger man, Damian grinned. "What have you been up to," he asked.

A dribble of pee escaped from Jake. "Nothing."

"So you work at McDonald's now," Damian said noticing his uniform. "Can you get me some free burgers?"

"No, I have to go to work now," lied Jake.

"Really so you live around here." Closing the gap between them, Damian rested his hand on Jake's butt. "Let's go do something; I've missed your sweet ass. So how's the kid?"

"Okay." Scanning his eyes, Jake found an opportunity and managed to run away from Damian. Growling the older man ran after him. "Leave me alone," Jake yelled as he ran into the middle of an intersection. People slammed on their brakes. Not caring about them, he kept running until he made sure Damian wasn't after him anymore.

With his hands on his knees and bended down Jake breathed hard as sweat poured down his face. A growl came from nowhere, looking up he saw a mixed breed dog flashing his teeth. Gulping Jake started to run, only prompting the dog to run after him. "Shit why does me day have to be so damn horrible," he cried. Seeing a fence, he climbed it, but as he did the dog jumped up and bit his ankle. "Shit." Finally he was able to pull himself over and fell on the ground. Getting up, he started to limp towards the next bus stop.

On the bus, his phone went off, checking who it was he saw it was Edward. His mood was already bad, so he didn't answer.

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Why isn't he picking up? Or he may still be at work, Edward thought. Groaning he heard his name being called. It was time for him to do a television interview for his tour. Hearing his name again, he walked onto the stage as he did hundreds of people in the audience cheered and held signs up to proclaim their love. Sitting across from the interviewer they began.

A brown hair man started to talk. "Thank everyone for joining us today, I'm Taylor Griffin and today we're here with Edward." The crowd cheered. "So Edward, tickets for your tour is selling out in record numbers, how do you feel about that?"

"Great, it shows that people really want to listen to what I play."

"What do you think about you being one of the first people to combine classical music with today's style?"

"I feel that I'm an ambassador of some sort," Edward replied. The trick he was taught was to keep every answer given short and simple, unless it required a little bit more detail.

"Any plans for the next album?"

"Yes, I planning on still doing some songs with the piano, but I do play guitar, so I'm going to add in some rock songs. One of the new songs that I doing on the tour; I will be playing guitar with a full band." The crowd went wild.

"That's awesome, so what's with the movie?"

"I'm finished my scenes and they still have to do some editing. So the movie should be out in a few months. I was glad that I got to work with a great group of actors and I hope that I will be able to act in another film soon."

"Well we hope that you get more movies, you have a lot of acting ability; especially with your guest appearance on Canyon Beach last year." Taylor got a message in his earpiece to ask about Bella very gently. "Can we ask how are you and your daughter doing with the whole incident?"

Edward smirked and gave a short answer. "I don't mind, it's been hard, but me and Renesmee are staying strong for Bella's sake." The audience awed.

Finishing up the interview, Edward got into a limo, was taken to dinner then home. Once there he went up to his floor only to see Jake and Elijah sitting outside the door. "Jake, what are you doing here?" Edward asked.

"I don't feel safe going home," Jake whispered. After the dog bite, Damian called him threatening to find out where he lived and beat the shit out of him.

Edward took in his appearance, Jake was dirty and his pants were ripped where dried blood appeared. "What happened? Never mind don't tell me." Unlocking the door, Edward picked Jake up with Elijah walking behind them. Taking Jake to his room, he went to Renesmee's room where the child was asleep. "You can you leave now," he said to the babysitter.

"Yes Mr. Cullen," she said rushing out.

Edward then took a very sleepy Elijah into his spare bedroom and rocked the toddler to sleep. Edward then went to attend Jacob. "So what happened?" he inquired rolling up Jake's pants leg. He saw bite marks.

"Got bit by a dog on my way home from work," Jake replied hissing as Edward gently pressed his fingers to his ankle.

"Nothing is broken. The wound isn't deep, so you won't require a trip to the hospital." Getting a first aid kit, he cleaned up the wounds. "So why don't you feel safe is it because of the dog?"

"No, I didn't know you were back in L.A." Jake said changing the subject. He wasn't in the mood to talk about Damian.

"Sorry I forgot to call, been busy with Bella and work, plus getting Renesmee settled in."

"She's here?"

"Yes, I couldn't leave her in New York, but I'm going to send her to live with my parents. How long have you been waiting outside the door?"

"A few hours, the security guard recognized us and let us in. He mentioned that you were working. If you hadn't come by morning; we would have left."

"Why didn't you call?"

"I tried, but all I got was your voice mail."

It then dawned on Edward that he had kept his phone off most of the day. "Sorry, I'm glad you trust me enough to come when you need help." Wrapping up the ankle, he gave it a get well kiss. "Do you need anything?" he asked.

"Can I borrow some clothes; I don't like smelling like French fries?"

"Sure." Picking up Jake again, Edward took him to the bathroom where he filled up the hot tub while Jake sat on the nearby toilet. It took a minute for him to get Jake some clothes and fresh towels. "Do you need any help undressing and getting in?"

Jake shook his head. "No." Edward nodded and left. Slipping out of his clothes, Jake gently lowered himself into the tub. The heat quickly engulfed his body and he relaxed. After being bit by the dog, he had painfully limped to get Elijah; the two grabbed some food and went to Edward's apartment. They were outside the door for hours, in which Elijah complained until he got sleepy.

With the washcloth, he scrubbed his body hard; he hated the smell of grease on his skin; it made him feel dirtier then he already was.

Edward waiting for Jake went to Renesmee's room to rummage through her drawers for some night clothes for Elijah. The only thing he found that looked like it would fit was a pair of pink pajamas with Tinkerbell on it. Chuckling to himself, Edward went to the toddler, washed him in the other bathroom and put the pajamas on him. Tucking him back in Edward went back to his room and waited until Jake to come out.

"Hey how was the bath?" Edward asked as the teen hopped to the bed on one foot.

"It felt really good." Jake blushed in embarrassment as he asked, "Can you sleep next to me?"

The question surprised Edward, but he was glad by it. "Are you that scared? Have you called the number I gave you?"

Jake wanted to scream yes, he had called multiple times, but each time he hung up before the phone even rang. Then he tried to call the National Sexual Assault Hotline, but always hung up. "No, I don't need help."

A hand was gently pressed to his cheek. "Yes you do," said Edward. "But I'm not going to push you." Jake just nodded and laid on the bed; getting undressed Edward laid next to him and pulled the teen into his arms. "I love you." Jake mumbled something incoherent before drifting off into a restless sleep.

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Sun filtered in through her windows, yawning Renesmee got out of bed and went into Edward's room; her mouth fell open when she saw her daddy with his arms around some man. Running out, she ran straight into Elijah. Growling she asked, "Who are you?"

Being the sweetheart he was; he gave her an adorable smile that would make anyone's heart melt. He was glad that there was another kid around. "Elijah, where my daddy at?"

"I don't know who your daddy is." She was shocked when she noticed that Elijah was wearing her clothes. "Why are you wearing my pajamas?"

"Don't know," he said walking past her, but she grabbed him by the arm; his smile went away. "Let go."

"No get out of my clothes," she screamed. Pushing him down, she started to try and take them off of him. Elijah not going to allow such a thing to happen began to wrestle her.

Hearing the commotion, Edward left Jake's side and went into the hall and saw what Renesmee was trying to do. Grabbing her by her shirt, he lifted her off of Elijah. "Hey what has gotten into you?" he asked.

"He's wearing my clothes," she replied.

"Because he has no nightclothes, now apologize."

"No."

"I said apologize."

"NO!" She then felt a sharp whack on her butt. Tears came to her eyes. "I'll apologize." Edward nodded and placed her back down on the ground. Turning to Elijah, she said, "I'm sorry."

"Thank you," said Edward. "Elijah do you want to help me make breakfast for your daddy?"

"Where is he," the toddler inquired.

"Asleep." Edward picked him up to proceed to the kitchen. Renesmee in a quiet fury followed. She couldn't believe her daddy would even be nice to such a little beast.

Sniffing the air, something delicious made Jake's mouth water, getting up he limped to the kitchen and saw Edward placing plates of hot food onto the table. "What did you make," Jake asked.

"Omelets with toast, sit. What do you want to drink?"

"Coffee." Taking a seat next to his son, Jake's eyes met Renesmee's who was sitting across from him. "Hi, what's your name?" Renesmee didn't answer as she stared at him.

Edward walked up behind her. "He asked you a question, now answer it," he growled.

"Renesmee Cullen," she said.

"Jake here is your coffee." Sitting down everyone started to eat except for Renesmee. "Eat your food," Edward said to her. He wasn't too happy about her behavior and found it strange. They rarely spent time together, but he never seen her act disrespectful towards other people.

"No, I want my mommy."

"We've talked about that now eat." Mumbling to herself, she ate her food. "Jake do you have to work today?" Edward asked.

"Yes I have to be in at one then work until nine. I need to head back to the apartment after we eat."

"I would drive you, but I have a luncheon to go to. Are you coming back here after work?"

"Can I?"

"Yes, if you don't feel safe, bring your stuff over and you can stay here. I need you to set up a time where you can meet the tour manager, so you learn everything before we leave. How much can you lift?"

"I don't know, why?"

"Because the equipment you'll be carrying is very heavy and I don't want you to be injured. Plus you need to get your business affairs in order, the tour should take about three to four month, plus in-between the times I'm not doing shows, there are going to be interviews, and other things."

"When will I see my son?"

"When there is downtime, don't worry the tour will go by quickly."

Jake started to have his doubts about going, but swallowed them away. After breakfast, he and Elijah left.

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A couple hours later as Edward got dressed for his luncheon; Renesmee barged into his room. "Why was that man here Daddy?" she asked. It was something that she had been thinking about all morning.

Edward started to button up his shirt. "That man's name is Jacob and the next time he comes over you will treat him and Elijah with respect. I will not hide the fact that I love him."

"That's sick," she commented. Bella was very homophobic and instilled in her daughter that homosexuality was disgusting and sinful. "You are suppose to be with Mommy."

"Your mother is crazy and the fact that I love Jacob is not disgusting. I didn't ask your advice in my love life, hopefully by next week you'll be in Washington."

"I don't want to go."

"I have work to do and can't look after you 24/7 and I refuse to hire a nanny."

"Take me on tour."

"No, if Elijah can't go then you're definitely not going."

"Do you love Elijah?"

"Yes, get your things together; Aunt Alice said that she would watch you today."

"NO! I don't want to go with her; I want to be with you. And Elijah is not your kid; I am."

"I know that Elijah is not my son, but I love him just like he was. Now get out before I spank you.

"No! You would never do that Mommy wouldn't let you. You made Mommy sick; it's all your fault," she yelled. Throwing herself on the ground, she started to throw a massive tantrum.

"This is my final warning."

"I don't care; I hate you, you faggot." She didn't know what the word meant, but she had heard Bella say it many times to describe certain men." Her chocolate brown eyes looked up and met Edward's angry ones. The notion to run crossed her mind and she did it.

Edward being faster caught her by the shirt and carried her over to his bed. Sitting on the bed, he placed her bottom up over his lap. "Do you have any idea what the word means?"

She began to squirm, since she had never been in that position before, she didn't know what to expect. "No Mommy says it a lot."

Typical that Bella would say such things, he thought. "That word is very bad and if I ever hear you say it again; your bottom will be on fire for a week. Since you have the need to say such a hateful word and be disrespectful I'm giving you a spanking."

"No," she cried squirming harder, but Edward kept a tight grip around her waist. "Please Daddy, I'm sorry." Edward didn't listen as he laid a hard smack onto her bottom. It took the first one to make her break down. "Daddy stop!"

Edward continued and laid 10 hard smacks onto her butt. "You're lucky I didn't pull down your pants and spank your bare bottom. If you keep continuing on with your behavior; I will do it." Pulling her up, he placed her on the floor.

Tears ran down her face as she began to hyperventilate. "I'm sorry Daddy."

"Go wash your face."

Nodding she ran out, instead of going to the bathroom; she went to her room to cry on her bed. Never had she been spanked before; her friends at school had talked about it before, but she always believed that she was too special to receive one. She knew her daddy would never spank Elijah. It's his fault that I got one, she thought. I hate him.

While she thought, Edward had no guilt about spanking her to him she deserved one a long time ago, but it was Bella that always stopped him. Grabbing his car keys and wallet, he went into her room to find her on the bed sniffling. "Didn't I tell you to wash your face?" he asked.

She looked at him with red eyes. "Yes, but…"

"No buts, I don't want to miss all my meetings today because of you. You have five minutes to get your shoes on and get your bag together, before I spank you again."

Fearing what he had said, she did what she was told in the record of only three minutes. Satisfied with his threat, he grabbed her and left.

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"Daddy wake up," said Elijah shaking the older man.

Groaning Jake buried himself deeper into his blanket. It was his day off and all he wanted to do was sleep. "I'm tired."

"I want to see Edward." The toddler had no intention in seeing Renesmee, even after the spanking she received; every time that he and Jake went over, she would secretly torture him, by pinching or not letting him play with any of her toys.

"Edward has work to do, go back to sleep." Hearing the door being knocked on Jake reluctantly pulled himself up to answer it. Instead of seeing Edward, or the landlord, it was Damian. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Damian grinned, "I finally found you my little mouse. Do you honestly think you can move and I wouldn't found out where you were? Don't play this game."

"I moved to get away from you. You fucking raped me."

"I only gave you what you deserved." His arm went behind Jake's waist and pulled him forward. "You loved it."

"Please leave I don't need you anymore."

"Really? Yes you do; I'm the only one that can protect you." His hand went into Jake's pajama bottoms. "You can never escape me my little mouse." Pushing his lips against Jake's he closed the door and led them onto the couch. In two seconds, Jake's shirt was on the ground and Damian looked at his cut scars in disgust. "You fucking cut yourself?"

"It helps dealing with the pain that you cause me," Jake spat out. "I fucking hate you, you did this to me."

"Why you little piece of shit." Having no control, Damian slammed his fists into Jake's chest and stomach. "I care about you."

"No you don't. I have someone a lot better."

"What? You're fucking cheating on me."

"Yes, he loves me better than you ever will; he actually tries to help me and my son." A black eye was listed to his group of injuries. "And I love him," Jake said wishing that Edward was there to help him.

"I ought to teach you about cheating on me," screamed Damian.

Jake couldn't feel any on Damian's blows as the man severely beat him; the one thing he thought about was Elijah and Edward. Never being religious, Jake started to pray as tears filled his eyes. God all I ask is that he doesn't kill me please; I can't leave Elijah like this.

Next door his neighbor, Melinda heard all of the commotion, fearing for Jake and Elijah she called the police.

Damian continued his assault until he heard the door being knocked on. Getting up he looked through the peephole and saw police officers standing outside. "Shit, did your bastard son call them? He asked Jake.

Jake coughed up blood onto the floor and didn't answer. Growling Damian went into Jake's bedroom, busted out the window and climbed out. Hearing the glass shattering the police barged in to find Jake beaten on the couch. They tried to find out who had beaten him, but Jake blacked out without saying a word.

A/N- So how was the chapter please let me know. Just some notes for people who don't know what KFC stands for its Kentucky Fried Chicken a popular restaurant chain in the United States and McDonald's did use to sell chicken wings years ago.

Next Chapter- Coming soon.