Chapter 11

Beta'd by princess07890

BPOV

When the rest of the family left, and the parking lot had been cleared; Edward grabbed my arm and yanked me on to his back.

"But wait, what about my bi-"

"We'll get it later," He snapped. I was quiet for the rest of the run. When we stopped, we were in front of my house. He took me off of his back and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into the house and up to my room. I struggled to keep up with his fast pace. He slammed my bedroom door behind him and led me to the bed.

"Sit." He ordered. I obliged. He took a deep breath and then backed up so I could see his face. I still avoided eye contact.

"Look at me." He commanded. I kept my eyes down. "I said, look at me, and I don't like repeating myself."

I sighed and lifted my eyes to meet his. They were black and angry, but I forced myself to keep eye contact.

"Now, do you have drugs here?" He asked. I did a barely noticeable nod of the head. If it had been just marijuana that was there, I wouldn't have been so nervous, but it wasn't just marijuana.

"Isabella, I am a very impatient man, and, when I ask you a question, I expect a straight, verbal, answer." He emphasized.

"Yes," I said.

"Where is it?" He questioned. I took a deep, shaky breath and answered,

"The top drawer of the bedside table," Originally, I had carried my drugs in my jacket, just in case. When I moved to Forks, though, I didn't go out as much because of the rain, so I just stashed the drugs in the drawer.

He stepped around the bed to the table and yanked open the top drawer. He started to dig.

"I double-boarded the bottom; it's under the top one." I whispered. He immediately pulled the drawer from its slot and dumped the contents out. He took the board out and then reached in and pulled out what he was looking for; two little bags of weed a bit bigger than postage stamps, and a larger bag that held fine white powder. He dropped the marijuana and just stared at the white powder.

"What is this?" He asked sharply. Oh god.

"C-…" I stopped. This is difficult. He was suddenly in front of me.

"I asked you a question, girl! It would do you well to answer it!" He shouted.

"Cocaine," I forced out. I swallowed. "But I haven't done it in a while."

He began to pace the room.

"How could you not tell me about this?" He demanded, tugging at his hair. I hesitated.

"Little girl, if you do not start answering me, I will spank you so hard that even a masochist like you wouldn't enjoy it." He warned.

"I-it just never came up," I struggled.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'It just never came up'?!" He roared so loud that the windows shook. I winced and then looked down.

"I'm sorry." I apologized softly.

"No you're not."

"I am!" I insisted. He just continued pacing as if I never said anything.

"How long?" He asked a moment later in a much more controlled tone.

"How long what?" I questioned quietly. This felt horrible. I wished that he would just hold me.

"How long has it been since you've taken that poison?" He sounded as if he was struggling to keep his tone controlled.

"Two months ago," I told the truth. He was suddenly right in front of me, causing me to flinch. He grabbed my shoulders and forced me down onto the bed.

"What are yo-" I started.

"Quiet," He growled, yanking my hair away from where it rested on my shoulder. He brought his lips down to my neck. For a second, I thought he was about to kiss me there. I was wrong. I felt his teeth pierce my flesh, and then felt blood trickle down my collarbone.

"E-Edward, wh-" He suddenly bit down harder, in warning. I gasped in pain. With the pain though, came with pleasure. It was pleasurable for two reasons. Reason one; I felt so much more connected to him this way. Reason two; it felt similar to cutting. My hands ghosted up to his head, but, before I could tangle them in his hair, he pinned them above me.

After a moment of drinking, he unlatched his teeth and replaced them with his tongue before the blood had a chance to spurt. A cooling sensation followed, along with that familiar endorphin rush that was a small part of why I cut. I sighed in loud relief. I needed that, but I knew that it was not the reason that Edward did it.

"So sweet," He murmured, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Can you let my wrists go?" I asked softly, and I wished I hadn't. He immediately snapped out of the blood induced haze he had been in and glared at me. He would have been terrifying to anyone else. Blood was dripping from his mouth, and his eyes were piercing black.

"I taste no poison in your blood. My blood, I meant," He corrected himself. "At least you were truthful about that."

I recoiled as if he'd slapped me. I fought to keep the tears at bay. He was right. I was a liar. I had been keeping a lot of things from him, lying in the process. You want to know the worst part of it all? I was still planning to keep more things from him. I turned my head to the side, trying to hide my face. Facing him was too much, and I didn't want to cry. I hadn't cried in three years and I didn't want to start now. Even though they were his tears; he had a right to them.

"I-I'm sorry!" I apologized, fighting back tears. My breath was getting shallow. "Please forgive me."

I asked for forgiveness, not just for my past lies, but for the ones that I was planning to keep feeding him. He couldn't know about my cutting. If he did…he would make me stop. Cutting was my security blanket, and I couldn't have that taken away. It saved me from insanity when I didn't have drug money left. It was a part of me.

"I know what I did was stupid, and I'm sorry, but it's all that I know. I was depressed; I couldn't find joy out of anything. None of the doctor's medications worked. My mom wouldn't listen, drugs were always there. I caved, and I'm sorry." I tried to explain in a shaky voice.

"Look at me." He ordered. His tone had softened a bit, and so had his eyes. He sighed and let go of my wrists.

"Bella, doing cocaine is not the way to deal with depression." He told me. "I'll help you through it as best I can, but you will not do drugs again."

"I understand," I whispered.

"You do realize you are still being punished, right?" He checked.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Do you understand why?" He asked me.

"I kept things from you." I answered.

"Correct. Now, I understand that you were worried about telling me, but you mustn't keep things from your mate. You will be completely truthful with me." He told me. I nodded, looking down. I felt my stomach twist into knots, knowing that I would not be able to do what he said.

"I really am so-"

"No more of that. You've apologized enough." He said firmly. I nodded my head. "Now, you will face the consequences. No Harley for a month, and no release for a week."

What!

"But-" I started to argue.

"No buts. You know what you did." He stopped me.

"Not having an orgasm for six hours is torture, let alone a week!" I shouted.

"Would you like to make it two?" He threatened.

"But-but I'm always so wet around you a-and what about my panties? They're ruined. Oh god," I groaned.

"You should have thought about all of that before keeping things from me." He responded. He pulled his phone from his pocket, dialed a number and then pressed call. I heard him tell Alice that she would have to reschedule the shopping trip. After arguing with her a while, he finally hung up.

I curled up on the bed, trying to find some way that I could handle this torture. No drugs, no cutting, and no orgasms for a week. Oh god, now what?

"Also, when it is only the two of us, you are not allowed to wear any clothing. This is not a punishment. This stands as a rule." He told me. That made it even worse. I just laid there, sulking in my misery.

"I don't believe I was unclear. Strip!" He commanded. I sighed and sat up, trying not to put any pressure on my sex. I would need to take precautions in order to survive this punishment. I stood up and shook my jacket off, dropping it to the floor. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. Finally, I slipped my jeans off and threw them in the same place. I was now completely naked. I plopped back onto the bed and crawled into the same position as before. I watched him as he walked over to where I threw my clothes. He picked them up, and threw them in the hamper. He then collected my jacket and folded it neatly, storing it at the top of my closet. After everything was organized to his satisfaction, he settled himself in the rocking chair.

Attempting to distract myself, I racked my brain for ways to survive.

Maybe, I could "accidentally" cut my leg while shaving.

I could turn the shower water searing hot and step in. That would definitely be painful.

I could get some Robitussin and get high on that. No, I promised I wouldn't do drugs, and that was the promise one I can keep. He would notice, anyway.

The feeling of the bed weighing down behind me snapped me from my reverie. Instinctively, I jumped from the bed and spun around to see the intruder. I felt stupid after finding that it was just Edward. He seemed confused. I sighed and climbed back onto the mattress, turning over so that I was facing away as before. I felt him wrap his arms around my stomach and pulled me to his front.

"What was that about?" He questioned.

"Just, uh, instinct." I answered nervously. He was quiet for a moment and then said,

"I really am sorry that you are depressed, baby girl."

"I'm not… anymore."

"Explain."

"I'm just not depressed around you. It kind of faded away. I think it's because I found purpose."

"That's… endearing." He said; relief and joy leaking from his tone.

"It should be." I responded, smiling slightly. I don't think he realizes how happy I am now compared to my life before him. Despite the torture he puts me through. No release for a week, for example. It just shows that he cares. That still doesn't take away from how torturous and frustrating it is.

"Come on, little girl, get up," I heard. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep. I opened my eyes to the pure beauty of my mate's face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into sitting position.

"We have something to do before your dad gets home." He said, seriously. I slowly pushed myself off of the bed.

"Get some clothes on." He ordered.

"What are we doing?" I asked confused, rubbing my eyes.

"You'll see. Now, go on, get dressed." He pushed. I followed his orders and went to my dresser and pulled some sweats out. I slipped them on and then pulled out a tank and then pulled it over my head. I went over to where Edward had set my boots and stepped into them. I then turned to him for further instruction. He walked over to me.

"Hold out a hand." He told me. I did and he placed something plastic in it. I looked down to find that he had placed my drugs in my hand.

"Hold onto them." He told me. He then took my free hand and led me down the stairs. We walked through the living room and out the door. He led me to where our dumpster was and flipped it open.

"Now, throw it away." He said. I sighed and looked down at the drugs, the plastic now dotted with raindrops.

I can do this. I told myself. I took one last look at the poisonous powder and its companion, and then threw them both into the trash filled dumpster.

No more drugs.

Hey guys, I am so sorry I took so long! You guys are amazing and I hope you don't mind much! How do you think Bella will handle her punishment? Do you think he'll cave? Will she crack? What do you think should happen? REVIEW!