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LAST ON SILENCE-

I heard the clashing sound of the gavel and we rose automatically. I gulped and bit my lip. On my other side, Edward rubbed my back with one of his hands and I leaned into him for both moral and physical support.

The judge nodded to one of the jurors and he stood, taking a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it. He spoke into a microphone and started to read from the prearranged speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the court, we have heard the testimonies of both Isabella Swan and Charlie Swan, and have reviewed the case. After years of abuse, fear, and a planned murder, we convict the accused was with life in prison without the possibility of parole."

I had to slam my hand over my mouth to refrain from screaming. I buried my head in my grandma's comforting arms and she patted my hair. I heard murmurs arise from around me and, with my eyes violating my set rules, looked at Charlie.

He looked crazed. He was looking at me with a look that said, 'You will pay', he even mouthed the words to me and I had to look away to keep the scream in.

The juror kept talking and the room grew silent.

"Also, we feel that since she is underage at 17, she will be put into the custody of her grandmother, Betty Swan. And as for the abuse that Isabella Swan, the accuser has suffered, the grand jury feels it necessary for her to attend weekly therapy sessions for one year, starting Wednesday of next week."

CURRENTLY ON SILENCE-

The smile that had been so recently plastered on my face was now replaced by a desolate, confused stare at the jury. What? Did they think I was some crazy person? I didn't need to attend a correctional facility for a year.

I think I had people to vouch that for me… could people couch for me? Was that even allowed?

I turned to Edward, who was also looking pretty shocked at the admission of the jury.

I pushed that thought to the back of my mind though, seeing as there was something just a tad bit more important to focus on.

I turned to Edward again, our shocked faces now replaced by humungous smiles and we simultaneously got wrapped up in each other's arms in bouncing happiness.

I vaguely registered other arms being wrapped around me, but I was only focused on Edward's.

"We did it, Bella." He said the relief and happiness evident in his voice. I couldn't help but be moved by his blatant affections for the jury.

And it registered with me how much it was true… for years I had to deal with this, and for weeks we'd been fighting for my life.

I saved my life.

He saved my life.

Edward came along and saved my life.

My "bully" saved my life.

I could only focus on his fingers running through my hair… and I felt a pull at my heart… not the kind I've been having lately, not the physical kind… the kind that pulled my heartstrings.

I blinked. What? What was that feeling? Like when he touched me… it turned electric…

This man had saved my life, and was now hugging the hell out of me, and I felt a romantic connection with him.

I felt my hands instinctively tighten around him, as if claiming him and letting everyone know. I breathed in his scent and was surprised to find out how amazing it felt…

It wasn't until I heard Forks High students that I realized that Edward and I were still taking too long to let go of each other.

I pulled away first, immediately missing his body heat. Edward felt it too, I could tell.

I was swarmed with teenage questions and a couple of reporters as soon as we exited the court room. My arm got grabbed by two of them and I felt Edward eagerly free me from their grip, ignoring them as he guided me through the crowd.

I managed not to trip and fall while getting into Edward's car.

E.P.O.V.

I didn't exactly want to say anything and ruin Bella's moment of happiness, and believe me, this was a turning point in her life, but her grandma seemed surprisingly happy about her son being put into jail.

There was something about the soft white curls in her hair and the eyes… they didn't resemble Bella at all, or Charlie for that matter.

And it was strange, the eyes color… skin tone… it was different than something I would've thought of her grandmother to be. The way she hugged Bella was all wrong… awkward… but that also may be due to the fact that they hadn't connected in a while… I was just observing far too much.

There was something else… it was sort of odd… I think that maybe my hypersexuality had been overshadowed by Bella's own problems…

But right now, it was coming back full force. See, arousal was painful for me. if I went to relieve myself, it'd come back about ten minutes later. The antiandrogen reduced that… but not enough to make me happy…

I smiled slightly while the rest of my family and Bella talked. I remembered the first day I got it… it was the very same day I met Bella.

I sure as hell didn't tell my dad that, though… see, to a lot of people, having this problem for just one person was just a crush. But Bella actually instituted a medical problem for me.

It was getting to the point to where I couldn't even stand or sit in one position for over a minute before a fucking erection appeared.

And yes, it was happening now. I had gotten a bit used to it… but sleeping in the same bed as she did made everything just a little worse.

Every turn of her body… every laugh… every hair toss… everything in general with her shot straight to my crotch…

What's even worse? She knew about it… I flushed thinking of the awkward conversation now and how that went…

She just said that she understood, and that a lot of people suffered from it… but they didn't… one in fifty people you meet have it, and it's weird, especially if it's the worst for one person. Her.

But hell if she knew that… unless Alice told her… but she wouldn't do that. God… I just want to kiss her. She listened to my parents and Alice contently by the fire, and I kept close watch on her grandmother, she just looked so… out of place next to Bella… almost as if Bella's grandmother was trying too hard. I shook my head, choosing not to dwell on it too heavily and went back to staring at Bella.

Everyone was rejoicing in the moment about how impeccably well the case had gone. I think Bella had noticed my preoccupation with my staring incessantly at her and she blushed, smiling at me.

Her eyes lingered on me for a moment and then shook her head, looking away.

I heard Bella's grandmother speak. "Well, you guys… do you mind if I stay here the night? And then I can take Bella back to my place tomorrow?" She questioned my mother.

My mom nodded, smiling. "Of course, Betty. My daughter will fix you a room."

I frowned, and from my peripheral vision I saw Bella do the same. We had both forgotten the fact that this would be our last night together.

It upset me. I had gotten so used to it… waking up next to a warm body and her nightly restless movements… I was going to miss her.

It was a strange feeling. When I'd gotten into this, my only goal was to make her safe, and then I'd let her go and be happy.

If you care for someone, you set them free…

And that's what I had a hard time telling myself now; I was internally making a big fit about it. I wanted her here with me. Always.

I didn't even know how to handle this… my new found revelation made me angry. I wasn't supposed to get used to Bella as a constant in my life, she was only temporary. Right?

And now, in the last night, I wanted to smother her with hugs and make her mine. But it was something foreign… I wasn't good enough for Bella.

It didn't matter that I now knew she had a slight physical attraction for me… even though I wanted to act on that with my whole heart, I knew I couldn't… Bella needed someone better.

And now was I just selfishly needing to keep her with me?

I wanted to say no.

B.P.O.V.

I was content at the moment.

I was lying in Edward's arms on our bed at 10 PM with only a lamp light. The atmosphere was quiet with only the sounds of the crickets outside and our muted voices.

The happiness in the room was evident; the grins on our faces were goofy.

"And how do you feel right now, Bella? Imagine… everything we've been aiming for has happened, you're safe and we can finally breathe now." He said. I felt it too. Everything was so simple… the air was light.

Everything was right, I had my fairytale. Well… except for the fact that the prince I ran off with isn't mine.

I felt him smile against my hair. I sighed happily, no matter… I could deal with being Edward's friend. I mean, how am I supposed to complain about this situation? It really was one hundred percent better than any other one I'd ever been in.

"Believe me; I know how lucky I am. By the way, thanks for saving my life the way you did…" I said quietly and with plenty of cheese.

I turned my face to his to see him staring at me. He smiled at me carefully, almost as if disappointed in my thank you.

"I'm not joking… Edward, if I'd never have met you, I'd be on my way to inevitable death." I said. He judged my expression and then smiled an Edward smile.

He chuckled, but held me closer, "I'm so glad I poured that water on you that one day then…"

I smiled, "Me too… I wasn't sure why you did it at the time, but it worked out." I said, shrugging and tracing my fingers along the hard contours of his chest.

He sighed, twisting a strand of my hair in between his fingers.

"You want to know a secret? They wanted me to pour the soda. I opted for water… I know, it doesn't make it excusable. But at least I didn't make you sticky." He said.

But you make her sticky all the time.

My brain snickered and I told it to shut up.

I smiled nevertheless, that was really sweet… how had I not known how reluctant he was to bully me? There must have been signs everywhere. Everything that I had believed… the cocky smiles… it was all fake, and little did I know that it was for me… that was the part that blew me away…

"Well thank you… you may just be the kindest bully to ever exist." I winked and he smiled apologetically.

"But I can't help but wonder… if you didn't enjoy making me… unhappy… then why did you let them control you like that." I mused aloud.

Again, my own beginning assumptions confused me. I had thought I was the only victim in this whole mess, but I hadn't ever given one thought to the fact that Edward was a victim too… and that Edward had a hard past too… and that Edward was suffering under peer pressure. And though my problems were probably worse, he was also battling with his own.

Irony never felt as bitter.

"Bella, you know if I could go back in time I'd just have told Tyler to just back off… but I was a scared kid… and me doing it in a less harsh way seemed like a better idea at the time and-"

"Hey," I said quietly, "Everything worked out, and I misjudged you anyways… its fine." I said, trying to alleviate him from his stress and make him feel better. But I knew the kind of person Edward was, he would beat himself up over this… and that saddened me, because he deserved better.

He looked at me with kind eyes and the light from the lamp formed an inviting shadow on the bed.

His eyes opened a bit wider for a second or two, "Hey… speaking of which… do you remember that day when I said that really lame line about getting a new book collection?" He rolled his eyes, remembering the "insult".

I smiled, wrinkling my nose, "Yeah and I'd say someone needs to come up with a new insult collection." I said in return, rolling my eyes to emphasize how truly lame that little sentiment was...

"I never did get the book back that I lost… it's kind of funny, one day I was just reading it, and I thought that maybe I'd just left it in the lunch room, but when I went back to check, nothing." I mused aloud again. It was a pity… that was my favorite book…

His face colored. "I kind of have it." He said, fiddling with his fingers.

I smacked his arm, "Really? You took it?"

He shrugged, "You left it there… I never got around to giving it back. By the way, I read it." He blushed, but he had no need, his admission pleased me.

I smiled, "Good, you needed some good literature in your life." I said.

He smiled in return, "That I did. So, I guess… therapy?" He said, broaching onto another subject. Not one I wanted to broach onto.

I groaned, burying my face in his chest, "Do I have to go?" I asked, knowing his ready answer.

"Yes." He replied, "But it can't be that bad, can it?" He asked, obviously trying to brighten me up to the idea.

I pursed my lips, "No… talking to someone about my messed up life is going to be a blast."

There was a silence there, and a comment wavered on his tongue.

"I could… go with you if you… if you wanted, you know… but that might be-"

"Really? You'd go! Then yeah, come with me and it will be so much more fun."

He flicked my chin, "Look at you, excited for therapy." He winked.

I wrinkled my nose, "In no way am I excited for therapy… I just think it'll be easier if you're there to help me through it… but then again… my thoughts might scare you so-" I was about to excuse him from his offer but he quickly asserted his position to go.

"I'll go, love. If you want support, I can do that. I want to do that." He said and I could see that he was being serious.

I hugged him, "I know you don't think so, but that means a lot to me… it'll be hard to talk about… Charlie… and to get the closure that he's not coming back."

My ass was falling asleep so I rolled over a bit, accidentally onto him a bit. He groaned, "Bella." He said in his warning voice.

I blinked… I had completely forgotten… "I-is it hard?"

His eyes widened and he looked at me in complete shock. "Is what?"

Oh… I realized how that would sound to a hypersexual. I held back a laugh. "Is it difficult to deal with… the whole hypersexuality thing?" I asked in a jumble.

He cocked his head to the side, thinking, "Well, yeah, if you keep doing things that you normally do." He pinched my side and winked.

I flushed. He looked at me with an intense stare.

"D-do I normally make you… uncomfortable… in that way?" I asked, biting my lip.

His eyes were locked on my lip.

He gulped, "Let's just say I have a hard time of forgetting how attractive you are…"

I felt my face get hotter and ducked. I looked back up at him and he smiled.

"But don't worry… the pills usually work." He said, trying to reassure me unnecessarily because I'd rather he didn't take the pills at all.

"Usually?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Remember that one road trip when all you were wearing was that tank top and skinny jeans? It really doesn't matter what you're wearing… it really just depends on what mood I'm in." He averted his eyes from mine.

I smiled a little, "And what sort of mood are you in now?"

He looked at me with dark eyes, "Whatever mood you want me to be in." He winked.

There was a pause, and the more I looked at him, the more I realized that he was being serious… something kept jumping to the forefront of my mind. I had to just…

"Do you mind if I... tried something?" I asked hesitantly.

He gulped, "Of course, anything."

I took a deep breath and changed my position so that I was situated with my upper body on top of his.

He sucked in a breath in shock. I saw him start to shake. He did know he could say no, right?

He shifted his face up, looking at my lips, he knew what I wanted. Tentatively, I threaded my fingers through his soft hair, realizing that he was giving me the okay.

I tilted his face further upward and I leaned down, the heat from his body covering mine.

I looked at his lips, "I just need to know…" I said, mostly to myself, curling my fingers in his hair again.

I felt the heat of his soft lips the moment my lips connected with his.

Now this is the time where you say, 'oh I want to kill you for stopping there!' but in secret, you love me for this stuff… admit it, twerds.

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