Haha as I was reading your reviews I was also making a few adjustments to this chapter and adding a few things in…

Am I a liar? Yes I think I am. This is the chapter 17 I originally planned on, except with a few extra things added in. I just can't resist the angst! The beginning will be fluffy though, and this will be a nice long chapter for you all, even though you may completely hate me by the end….

SM owns all but my sick twisted thoughts.

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EPOV

A little boy. My mind was still reeling even though it was almost a week after Bella's admission. Even though we had been referring to him as a boy, it was still a lot to wrap my mind around.

I would be responsible for what kind of man he would become. I would have to teach him how to protect girls, but still be caring at the same time.

What would he look like? Would he have the same brown eyes as Bella or would he have my own? What kind of little boy would he be? Would I be able to punish him if it came down to it?

"Have you thought of any names?" I had asked her, as a million ran through my own mind.

"Yes," she said, and I could almost feel the heat radiating from her cheeks that were probably emanating a gorgeous red tint.

I waited in anticipation for her to reveal her ideas to me.

"Anthony," she finally said, "for your middle name."

"How did yo-" I began before she cute me off quickly.

"Rose told me," she said, her voice holding a hint of something I couldn't quite place.

"Oh," I said, slightly confused that Rose and Bella were talking about me.

"Are you two close?" I asked her.

"Yea. We talked on the drive home. I think we understand one another better now. She's really not so bad," she quipped.

"Besides, she can be like a breath of fresh air sometimes. She's not as eccentric and energetic as Alice."

I laughed at the truth in that statement.

"Well I'm glad you two figured things out then," I said, truly happy that Bella was getting along with everyone in my family, even the people I didn't generally get along with.

"I'm not sure I like Anthony, though," I confessed to her.

"Well what would you name him?" she asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"I was thinking something more along the lines of…Phillip, or something like that." I heard her gasp, and I could tell by the way she had clung to me that she liked the idea too.

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Bella and I had gone to see the house the next day, and she instantly fell in love with it.

It was a quaint little house, painted all white with red shutters. From the outside it looked small, but inside it was rather large and homey.

When Bella's eyes lit up I knew instantly she wanted it. I talked to the real estate agent, making sure he knew that money was no object as long as I got what I wanted.

The agent and I spoke in private as I set up a plan to meet up with her the next day to finalize the deal. I told Bella I had to run into my office to grab a few papers. She was apprehensive at first, but made me promise to return home safe to her.

Now it had been almost a month since I had signed the paperwork and I was trying to finish up all the plans. Alice was continually sneaking away from Bella when she had her quality time with Rose, to come decorate. She and Esme were doing a fantastic job.

I was pleasantly surprised to find Bella and Rose's relationship continue to grow as they became best friends. Often times I would catch them giggling quietly with one another, giving me innocent smiles as I passed by. It made me happy to know she could have someone she got along with so well.

Bella's relationship with Rose was even effecting my own. We were by no means best friends, but we were tolerant of one another. Rose had come to talk to me after Bella and I had worked things out. After threatening not only my balls but my life if I hurt her ever again, she and I both came to terms with one another. All we wanted was to see Bella happy. I loved Rosalie for loving my Bella.

Carlisle was often holed up in his study, or working at the local small hospital. He seemed to love it there and I often noticed he was in higher spirits then I had ever seen him before. His mood directly effected Esme, and it seemed almost fairytale like to find that we were all living peacefully together despite the fact that there were eight of us stuck in one house.

Jasper spent a lot of time with Bella as well as they watched the history channel and did other boring things together, challenging one another with their wit. I was pleasantly surprised how intelligent Bella truly was despite her upbringing. What she didn't know, she craved to learn and I found myself watching her fascinating as she picked Jaspers brain for answers to the questions she didn't know.

The nights were ours to spend together as we took walks out under the stars, and sat on the porch just holding one another. We spent a lot of time getting to know one another, and I was becoming increasingly enamored by the woman that was Bella.

She was strong, and despite her fear of losing the things she cared about, she was a very trusting person. I couldn't understand how she could have such a forgiving heart. I envied the person she was, and the more I got to knew her the more I found the flaws in my own personality. I wanted to change for her, to be better for her.

Now today was the last day we would be staying with my family. Tomorrow I was going to surprise Bella with her new house. As usual, I made up an excuse about having to go to work for a few things, and she bought it. She and Rose had plans to watch some comedy movie with Emmett.

I kissed the tip of her nose as she beamed up at me, and promised her I would be home quickly. My pulse quickened as I thought of the look on her face when I gave her the house of her dreams, and hopefully the life of her dreams beginning tomorrow.

BPOV

Emmett, Rose and I sat on the couch together watching a horrible movie that was made to be a comedy but was about as entertaining as watching an ant. Emmett's guffaw resounded throughout the room causing Rose and I to laugh along with him, despite how ridiculous the movie was.

Rose and I were having more fun teasing Emmett about his movie choice then watching the movie. Neither of us minded though as we sat in the comfort of one another. Suddenly there was a light rapping on the door as Emmett jumped up in excitement.

"Pizza's here!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air before running to the door. I laughed at him as Rose shook her head.

"He gets more excited over the delivery guy then he does over me."

We both laughed at that statement, both knowing how true it really was. We waited for Emmett to bring the food as I felt my stomach rumble. The baby kicked, almost as if he knew the food was on it's way and I tried to pat my stomach reassuringly.

"Hold on right here," I heard Emmet tell whoever was at the door, "I'll get your tip."

I rolled my eyes, it was so Emmett to forget something when food was involved. I got up, heading for the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water, the sound of the rushing water soothing the nerves clawing their way up my stomach. Walking back to the living room I passed the front door where I stopped dead in my tracks as the delivery boy and I stared at one another in surprise. The glass fell to the ground, water splashing around us as the plastic cup bounced a couple of times resounding the silence that had fallen.

"Hello Isabella," Chris said as he sneered at me. I stood stark still. This had to be just another dream of mine. This couldn't be really happening right now. Not when everything was going so good.

"Em…Emmett!" I yelled over my shoulder as Chris came towards me slowly, his index finger over his mouth telling me to keep quiet. His hand reached under his shirt for what I was assuming was a gun as I bolted back to the living room.

"Bella, what is it?" Rose as, her brows furrowed as Chris came barreling in after me, "Whoa where's the fire?" She asked innocently, obviously confused by the strange exchange taking place between me and the pizza delivery boy.

"It's Chris, it's Chris!" I screamed as Rose's eyes filled wide with terror.

He grabbed me from behind, the barrel of the gun pressed up against my temple. At that moment I felt utterly defeated. There was no way I could get away from him now. My fate was to live and die with Chris. I felt oddly calm at the prospect, and only wished this didn't have to be my child's fate as well.

"Just let me take Bells and I won't hurt you guys, I just want her." Rose stood unmoving and I didn't blame her for taking his deal. I was nothing, a nobody to them before these past eight months, there was no reason they should risk their lives for me. I wouldn't risk my life for me either. I just hoped Edward wouldn't be too mad at them.

Chris hold loosened on me as I heard Rose scream out. Chris shoved me to the floor and I knocked into the corner of the couch. I held my stomach in my hands as I turned around quickly to see what was happening. Emmett and Chris were struggling for dominance over the other. It looked as though Emmett had hit Chris with something as blood was now running down his face.

"Rose, Bella, get out of here!" Emmett yelled out to us as the two wrestled around running into the coffee table. We watched in terror as the two slammed into the wall and I looked over to see Rose rooted to her spot, fear plastered to her face as her hands covered her mouth.

I knew I wouldn't be able to get her out of there without him, and I wasn't going to leave without her. Listening to the men's grunts I knew we couldn't just stand there. Sprinting towards the kitchen as fast as I could I grabbed the largest knife from the block. Re-entering the living room I saw that more had been disrupted in the power struggle.

Chris and Emmett were face to face now, wrestling for something between them that I couldn't see. A shot rang out and Emmett's eyes fell on me, pleading with me for something as his knees slowly buckled. The only sounds registering in my brain were the sporadic beats of my heart and the shot that still hung in the air as I watched the toughest man I knew sink slowly to the ground.

"EMMETT, NO!" Rose's heartbreaking scream tore me from my trace. I looked over to her to see her pulling at her hair, tears already streaming down her face. I heard the gun being cocked again, and I watched as Chris's arm rose slowly in her direction.

"NO!" I screamed, lunging instinctively towards the two, my hand with the knife outstretched before me. I felt the knife tearing through flesh and I was vaguely aware that I was still screaming out. Chris stumbled to the ground as I felt his flesh slip off of the blade.

"We have to go, NOW!" I commanded, running to Rose and grabbing her hand. Her body gravitated towards Emmett as I heard her gasping for breath.

"But..but…Emmett, we can't just leave him!" she begged me, reaching for his limp body.

"No Rose, we have to go now!" I yelled, grabbing the gun quickly from Chris's hand, and thrusting the knife towards Rosalie. "Take this, let's go," I said forcefully, pulling her with me.

"Em, I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby!" she yelled behind us, "I'll never forget you Em, you are my whole world!! I LOVE YOU!" We were nearly to the door, when Chris stepped out from the kitchen, smirking at us. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to contemplate how he had gotten there so fast.

"Now why'd you go and do that Isabella? Huh?" I stared at him, and watched as blood dripped from the back of his shirt. He advanced towards us as I backed Rose and I into a wall, with Rose behind me.

"You're going to pay for that," he said, his voice only a low whisper.

I raised the gun at him, and pulled the trigger as it hit him in the side, he stopped for a second clutching his stomach, but after a second he continued towards us. My hands shook as I tried to cock the gun again, but Chris knocked it from my hands, as he pulled a switchblade out from his pocket.

"Renee's gonna be pissed if I kill you and that kid, so lets get him out now shall we?" He was smiling slightly as he advanced towards me. "You should know what it's like to lose children by now," his words hit me low, and Rose shot out from behind me thrusting the knife at him again, but only grazing his shoulder.

"You bastard!" she screamed, her hatred seething, "You killed him! I swear to God, you will not kill us too!" She lunged again, catching his abdomen. He groaned in pain, but grabbed her wrist, pushing her away from him. I watched as his knife disappeared in her flesh, and it felt as if my whole world had stopped.

"GET OFF OF HER!" I yelled, attempting to tackle his back with all of my strength. He pushed us backwards, and I felt the hard wall come in contact with my back as I felt the air knocked out of me. He stepped forward as my flailing stopped, wiping his face before turning towards me.

"Bitch," he croaked, advancing towards me, the knife with Rose's blood only inches from my face, "why do you have to keep making things SO FUCKING DIFFICULT?!" I inhaled sharply as I brought my knee up into Chris' groin and didn't stay to watch as he doubled over in pain.

I bolted towards my room. I had to get to the fire escape. I slammed the door behind me, and struggled to push open the window. It seemed stuck, and I cursed under my breath, my hands shaking.

"BITCH!" I heard Chris yell from the living room, and I knew he would be looking for me now. I tried to move quicker, but found my hands were shaking hard. Finally the window wrenched open, and I found that I wouldn't be able to fit out with the size of my stomach.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I groaned, "no, please!" I willed my body to fit, but to no avail. I heard Chris's footsteps coming closer, and I quickly ran into the closet, hiding behind the dresses that hung there.

The door creaked, and I could hear Chris' heavy breathing. I held my hand over my own mouth to keep any sounds from escaping as I listened to Chris standing in one spot. The sound of his footsteps moved towards the window. He stood there for a minute, and my heart beat erratically in my chest. What was he doing out there?

I heard him flick his lighter as smoke slowly began to permeate my nostrils. Staring into the darkness I hoped that he had just given up, or maybe he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. I heard him sigh as the mattress creaked, from what I assume was his weight being applied to it.

"I know you're in here," he said softly as I listened to him blow out another puff of smoke. "Everyone else is out of the way now Bells, I can wait as long as you want."

I held my head in my hands, trying to figure out what to do next. He was sitting on the bed, so I could maybe make it out of the bedroom door before he could get to me. I sighed, knowing what a risk that would be, but I couldn't just sit and wait for him to come kill me. I took a deep breath as I moved as quietly as possibly to the opening of the closet without Chris seeing me.

One…Two…Three.

I dashed from the closet, sprinting to the door, I grabbed the handle, ripping it closed behind me in an attempt to slow Chris down. I glanced behind me as I moved down the hallway, and saw that my plan had worked momentarily. Suddenly I fell on the ground with a thump, and I saw that Chris had dragged Emmetts body into the hallway. He had figured I would try to run.

In a flash Chris was above me, glaring down at me.

"You're mine now," I tried to scramble, scooting myself backwards as far as I could push mine and Emmetts bodies. I spun around, in an attempt to crawl away but felt a sharp pain in my side as I cried out. Chris's hot sweaty body was hovering over me now, as he held his hand over my mouth. "You can't escape me."

I whimpered into his hand while his weight continued to crush me. I felt another sharp pain, and I wished the torture would be over already. The front door slammed suddenly, and Chris looked up in shock obviously not prepared to be interrupted. He stared down the empty hallway, waiting to see who would emerge.

"Bella?" the voice rang out, "hey where is everybody."

Shit, Edward was home.

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"Oh she did not just do that to us!"

Oh bitys, I'm sorry but I definitely did.

One thing I want to explain, I know Chris kept getting hit by things and not going down. I kind of stole this idea from my friends in the marines. They have horror stories of dealing with Al Qaeda and because the men are so drug ridden their bodies continue to move even after they've been shot in the head and stuff. Not joke, you like have to cut their throat and stuff to actually get them to stop. So since Chris is such a druggie, this is basically what is happening with him.

Reviews will definitely make the next chapter come faster, and I know you are all about ready for that HEA I promised you right about now.

{btw I really am sorry this had to be done...}