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The house remained quiet as it snowed outside. Every room filled with silence. Mike had got the house after his grandmother had passed away a few years ago and then his parents had sold their home in Forks to move to sunny California for his dad to take on a huge job offer. Mike was happy about. He liked living alone but usually a few nights a week Tyler and Eric would stay over. It was what they called their frat house. Whatever. Mike liked to think he was the well known jock in college who was the best football player. Sure he was a quarter back. Mike thought he was a great one, like Drew Brees. That's who. New Orleans Saints' Drew Brees, Green Bay Packers Aaron Rodgers and New York Giants Eli Manning. Football Memorabilia hung on the walls. The house was tastefully decorated, definately a bachelor's house. New Orleans Saint's blanket lay warmly on top of his curled up limp body as Mike drooled on the arm rest, facing the cushions of the couch, dreaming about having Bella with him as he won the Super Bowl when Carlisle broke the door handle walking in with Jasper and Emmett hot on his heels.
The men looked dangerous. Jasper in light stone washed jeans, black boots and a fitted camouflage t-shirt with small chains hanging from his black leather jacket. Emmett wearing light colored jeans, brown Timberland shoes and a dark long sleeve brown sweater. Carlisle had dressed in khaki pants, brown belt, brown dress shoes, tucked in striped blue and white dress shirt with a white sweater over it.
Jasper glanced around the house with a steel grip on Emmett's arm. Carlisle motioned for Emmett to quietly shut the from door back. Carlisle listened to hear any other heart beats in the house but Mike's was the only one. Licking his lips before clinching his jaw tightly, Carlisle made his way on in to the living room. Emmett finally got free from Jasper's hand. He slowly followed behind Carlisle then spotted Mike sleeping soundly on the couch causing hands to turn to tightly shut fists.
Carlisle bent down to make sure he was in a deep sleep then leaned back up "no fun guys. He's sleeping so deep." glancing around the living room "football fan huh?" walking over he grabbed a football that Mike and Eric like to throw around the house during games. "Nice ball, I'm sure it will make quiet the wake up call." He eyed Jasper and Emmett then turned getting a good hold of the ball and threw it extremely hard towards the couch hitting Mike in the lower back.
"WHAT THA!" choking out as Mike trying to wake up and in pain at the same time, trying to sit up wondering what the hell just happened.
"Wakey Wakey Mikey." Carlisle called from a few feet away causing Mike to notice the Cullens were there.
Emmett actually chuckled as Mike flipped around, face going competely white. "You? How did you get in here? What do you want?" questions kept running from his mouth.
Jasper, like a predator slowly made his way to him and sat down by Mike to keep him from running "shut up Newton. There's no where to run now."
Carlisle suddenly was sitting on the coffee table in front of Mike. Leaning over his spread knees with hands clasps, golden eyes stared Mike down causing him to sweat. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop messing with my girl?" pausing a moment to let that sink in as Emmett walked to the other side of Mike, standing by the couch. The walls were closing in on Mike, panic was setting in. Carlisle softly spoke, trying to remain calm "First you drugged her drink. Second you lied to my face about it. Third you tried to run."
Mike cleared his throat "I..."
"Best to keep your mouth shut right now Newton. Don't speak unless asked." Jasper hissed through gritted teeth.
Carlisle sighed as he found humans like to do, "Third strike and you're out. Or like football you keep falling short of the first downs, time to punt! I got the ball now." reaching slowly out taking the football he used to wake up Mike from off the couch and tossed it behind him. "I'm ready to play. Are you?"
Emmett's eyes widened, Carlisle was impressing him. Kind of freaked him out a little to know he was so pissed and calm at the same time. Jasper wouldn't look at Carlisle, he kept his gaze on Mike's shocked face.
"Dr. Cullen, I swear..." hands flying up in defense.
Emmett went down on one knee to get eye level with Mike "You swear what? That you're obessesed with Bella?"
Jasper said. "Why did you go to Bella's apartment last night? What would you have done if she would have been home when you broke in the back door while drinking. Then you tossed condoms and her panties around the room. And what's the deal with the whip creamed? Are you just some sick bastard who doesn't know who he's messing with?"
"Yes...all those things. I just wanted to get her attention. That's all. I want to be with Bella. I want to make her happy. that's it. I just wanted to talk to her. Just talk." his knees bumped Carlisle's as he stumbled out words.
Carlisle took a deep breath then quickly his arm went straight out, hands gripped Mike's neck. Coming off the coffee table, he pushed Mike backwards against the back of the couch "you should have just kept your mouth shut. I told you to stop with the lies." Leaning back up with Mike attached, Carlisle threw him by the neck across the living room towards the wall, hitting it hard.
Emmett smiled now they were getting somewhere. Jasper slowly stood, hands straightening his jacket before making his way around the coffee table to see Mike laying on the floor several feet away.
Carlisle bent at the waist, cold hands grabbed Mike pulling him off the floor by the sides of his arms, holding him in mid air with feet dangling like a doll.
Mike screamed like a girl "Stop! Please Dr. Cullen. I swear I'll leave her alone. I'll never...talk to her, look at her again."
Emmett noticed something "Carlisle!" Carlisle turned his head to Emmett to see him pick up a stash of photos that had caught Emmett's eye from the end table where he had been standing "he has tons of candid pictures of Bella."
Jasper walked over to look at them with Emmett "I think we'll be taking those with us. Maybe we should check the rest of the house." Emmett nodded. Both of them left Mike alone with Carlisle.
Mike screamed "don't leave me alone with him!"
Carlisle grinned as he lowered Mike's body back to the ground, feet planting firmly on the light tan carpet. Carlisle went to turn, but then bitch slapped him which sent him flying back against the wall again "do you enjoy playing football Mike?" black dress shoes paced the room. Carlisle wasn't a man of vengence but Mike had just crossed the line. Carlisle loved Bella. He would kill any one who was to harm her. He'd already given Mike a second chance.
Mike nodded "Yes Sir." before Mike could say another word, Carlisle was at his side crouching over his khaki pants "too bad" grabbing his left ankle snapping it causing Mike to lean over screaming in pain "Oh My God! You just broke my fucking ankle!"Mike's face turned red.
"My bad" Carlisle grinned standing up "you say a word about our little visit and I don't think you will ever play football again." walking to the kitchen counter he grabbed Mike's cell phone "call a friend, you just fell and broke you ankle." Looking towards the hall calling for Jasper and Emmet "I think he has the point guys, let's go before I break more body parts."
Jasper's chains rattled from his jacket as he walked back to the living room, eyes finding a black eyed Mike in tears from pain on the floor "oh poor thing. Broken ankle huh? Too bad you can't watch where you walk, big bad jock." Jasper smiled at Mike then looked back at Carlisle "we didn't find anything else."
Emmett came in still with the pictures of Bella clinched in his hand. Carlisle reached for them, Emmett slid them in to Carlisle's hand. Carlisle looked over the candid pictures. At least there weren't any of her in the shower or sneaked pictures of her changing. Carlisle looked back at the floor to Mike "you best call a friend, you look in horrible pain. Oh and you need a new lock for your front door. Looks like you broke it when you slipped on the ice on your front porch. That's how your eye got that big bruise." Carlisle flashed another grin then headed out with Jasper and Emmett.
Mike dialed Tyler "Tyler dude. I need to go to the hospital. Can you come get me?I slipped when I was returning back in from getting some thing out of my car. I broke my ankle and on the way down I hit my face on the freaking door handle breaking it. God I'm screwed up this morning. I think my hangover from last night had something to do with it too."