Edward and I walked out to the main office to sign out and then we walked into the parking lot. He led me to his car and he opened the door for me. I just stood there.
"Bella, give me your key and I'll put it in a place that my sister will know where to find it, and she will take your truck home." I took it out of my pocket and handed it over to him.
"Okay, get in, and I'll go put it up for her to find." He started walking away so I got in the car and closed the door. I leaned my head against the headrest and closed my eyes.
"Bella, I'm going to call my mom before we leave, I want to find out what's going on."
I just nodded my head, but didn't open my eyes. I heard him dial a number and he waited for the recipient to answer their phone. I could vaguely hear Esme's voice. Only the sound of it, no actual words.
"Hey, mom! Bella and I just got out of school. Alice brought us our slips. What's happening?" There was a silence as he listened to what she had to say.
"The teacher?!?" he asked. My head shot up at his words. I didn't know what was going on, but it had to be interesting. I tried to listen to what Esme was saying, but I couldn't hear properly. Whatever she was telling him, it wasn't good. I watched as his eyes got darker, and his expression became more confused.
"Okay, I'll bring her over. Carlisle can do what he needs to then." He closed his phone with a snap and slowly turned towards me.
"What happened, Edward?" I looked at his grave face and knew something bad had happened.
"My mother has just informed me that one of the teachers from our schools was found in his home…dead." His face looked grim.
"It wasn't the teacher from my first class…was it?" I asked fearfully. I was afraid of the answer.
"Yeah, it was." Was all he said as he started up his car and peeled out of the lot. He was driving much too fast for my taste, so as he sped up I buckled my seat belt. He glanced over at me and his face became even grimmer. We were at the outskirts of Forks and we were pulling off of the highway onto a winding side road.
"Where are we going again?" I asked hesitantly.
"We're going to my house. Your father asked my father to get us out of school. He didn't want you to be there right now. Not with someone killing. It looks like a suicide, my father examined the body. But my father…knows that it wasn't. Your father is inclined to feel the same way, it seems." He explained to me. "My father will examine you at our house. It will be very uncomfortable, I'm sure. But it is necessary for when we take your mother's husband to court." He glanced over at me once again.
I cringed into the seat and looked out the window. I felt his cold hand grip mine. I looked into his eyes, and they were smoldering. The car was pulled to a stop in front of a magnificent mansion that could only be his house. My eyes widened when I took in the entirety of the situation. I was going to be examined by a doctor. I was going to go to court and see him again. I was going to have to tell everyone what he did to me. My poor mother…
"I can't do this Edward." My pocket began to vibrate. On reflex, I answered it.
"Hello?" I answered it.
"Isabella," came the return answer. Oh. Fucking. Shit.
"What do you want?" My voice shook. I watched as a pale blonde man ran out of the house with something in his hand. He quietly opened the door and hit a button on the box in his hands. Then he took my phone and put it on speakerphone and handed it back to me.
"Excuse me? Just because you're not here in person doesn't mean that you can talk to me like that."
"I'll talk to you however I want, Phil." I sneered. I was becoming more and more confident by the second.
"You are to call me Daddy. You know what happens when you don't. Surely you didn't forget the whipping I gave you the last time you disrespected me like that," he was only giving me proof, and fuel.
"Oh, yes I do remember. You poured water on my back, pushed me to the ground, straddled me, and whipped me. I still have the scars." I cringed as I remembered it for the second time in a few days.
"Isabella, just because you are with Charlie, doesn't mean I won't fuck you when you come back. Because you will come back; you're not eighteen yet. Your father can't keep you away from your mother and me."
"I don't want to stay there, so I don't have to. My birthday isn't far away."
"Isabella, if I have to, I will come up there, and kidnap you back. And then, as soon as your mother leaves the house, you will get to see my newly sized cock. And the pains that you will go through when I put it up your sweet tight little ass. I can't wait to hear the sounds you make." I shuddered at his words.
"I told my father."
There was silence for one full minute. He seemed to gain his thoughts back though.
"You're bluffing. You wouldn't want him to know what dirty things you've been doing with your step-father. And I know that you don't want your mother to find out. She would hate you, despise you. She would be disgusted with you." He was trying to make my words into a bluff.
"Fine, think what you want. But you've been properly warned."
"Even if you did, there is no proof whatsoever."
"Think what you want, Phil. But as I said before, you've been warned. You have raped me for the past several years. That is called illegal! I've told my dad, and you will be sent to jail for the rest of your life, if he has anything to do with it."
"So what if I raped you. Raped you, fucked you, whatever. It's all the same. My dick in your pussy, since the day I came home from my honeymoon. I don't regret any minute of it. You have given a lot of pleasure to me Isabella. I will have it again; even if I have to kill. Oh, by the way, how do you like my friend? He told me that you were with a boy today. You should know that you are mine and mine only,"
The blonde haired man took my phone from me and closed it with a snap. I took my phone back from him and threw it against a tree as hard as I could. It shattered against the tree. I ran to where it fell and started to stomp on it. After the third time of jumping on it, my ankle buckled underneath the strain of my weight and I fell to the ground sobbing. I tried to get up a few times, but my ankle wouldn't support me. I just kept falling to the ground.
After a few minutes of trying, I felt a pair of cold arms wrap around me and lift me up. I looked up and through my blurred eyes I saw Edward. I put my arms around his neck and began to sob harder. I felt bad that I was soaking his shirt with my tears, but I couldn't help myself. I felt so safe in his arms. He walked into the house with me in his arms. I felt kind of awkward then. There was an entire crowd in the entryway. He began to walk through them. They parted like the red sea. He walked through another door way and he set me down on what must have been a couch. I didn't want to let go, but I did anyways. I curled up into a ball, and began to cry again.
I didn't know who it was but someone was talking. "Alright, everyone out but Carlisle. He has an examination to conduct."
"Thank you, Esme. I need you to video-tape this session, please."
"Of course, Carlisle."
"Bella, honey," it was Esme. I opened my eyes and sat up on the couch. Everyone was gone except Esme and the blonde haired man. I assumed it was Carlisle her husband.
"Hi, Esme," I said timidly.
"Bella, Carlisle has to do his examination of you now. Because we're not doing it at a hospital, we have to video tape it." She looked incredibly sorry. Pity was evident in her eyes.
I shuddered and sighed. "If it helps to put him in jail, then I'll be okay." I told her.
Carlisle began to talk to me once Esme turned on the video camera.
"What is your name?" he asked me.
"Isabella Swan,"
"Can you explain to me, why I am examining you?"
"I came here to live with my father. I came to him, because he is an authority figure, as the Chief of Police. I wanted him to help me, because.." I had to pause. I almost couldn't say it. I knew many others would be watching this.
"Because my step-father, Phil Dwyer has been raping me every night and sometimes during the day, for the past several years. Really since he came home from his honeymoon with my mother." Tears began to leak out of my eyes. I wiped them away as discreetly as I could.
"Bella, I understand that this is going to be very hard for you. But, since it would be more comfortable for you to do this here, and not in the hospital, this has to be videotaped." His voice was full of concern.
"I understand. I also understand that others will be watching this. I'm only doing this because I want him behind bars." My voice was full of conviction.
"Bella, I need you to take off everything but your bra. There are no scars on that part of your body are there?"
"No, Dr. Cullen, there aren't." I took off the required clothes. My cheeks were flaming red. I closed my eyes as he began the rest of the examination. I just had to keep reminding myself that this would help put Phil behind bars…
"Thank you, Bella, for being so cooperative for this. This should help with the ensuing case." Carlisle told me as Esme was turning the camera off. I needed him to explain to me what was going to happen now.
"Dr. Cullen," I began to address him.
"Please, call me Carlisle."
"Carlisle what does all of this mean?" I asked him quietly.
"I regret to inform you, that you will not be able to conceive. He was correct in saying that he damaged you too early in your life, so you will not be able to have children later in your life." I heaved a sigh. I had never really thought about having children, but the never part was kind of disheartening. He looked at me and I realized that they all had the exact same color eyes. How weird.
"Bella, I'll have Edward take you home. Your father said that he would be home late tonight, so maybe I will have Edward stay with you. If you want to be alone, that is understandable as well. Please, though, do not hesitate to call me if you need to talk." I got up and walked out of the living room after thanking them. I walked out and got into the passenger side seat of Edward Cullen's silver Volvo. Life was looking to be interesting here in Forks with all of these amazingly beautiful people.