Things will get a huge turn from this point forward. Character development, Plot development and unveiling a new piece of Edward's past. I think I MIGHT stick on one POV for the next final chappies. It's easier and longer. LOL

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EPOV

Crap. Crap. Crap Crap. I AM SO UNDENIABLY FUCKED AND IT'S NOT EVEN MY FAULT! Well, half of it, maybe, but nonetheless...

As I pace around the dark room, waiting for Attorney Jasper to bail my ass outta here, I contemplated. This so not happening. I have the most important meeting to go tonight and it's all mashed up because of what happened earlier...

I was on my way to B's parents' house to meet them. I'm all suited up, my gentleman self beaming through me as I appraised my reflection on the elevator door. It opened and I walked out only to see a crowd of people by the lobby.

"What's the commotion all about?" I hissed at the man nearby.

"A drunken customer and his wife are having a fight. Loudly."The man, a receptionist intern from the looks of fright in his face, stammered. So much for first impression of the Hotel CEO eh?

I groaned, walking closer.

"Sir, can I PLEASE escort you back to your room?"

He ignored me, still shouting incoherently to his wife. His wife ran to my side, cowering by my back.

"Hey you! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY WIFE?" he shouted angrily, pulling his wife to him recklessly and pushing me harshly. I fall back by the decorative fountain I reflexively stood up, my body ready and tensed to fight.

Well, there goes my hard worked gentlemanly demeanor.

I dusted off my suit, trying to recollect any scraps of calmness I have. However, the man looked like he's not done with me yet. He walked to me, his wife trying to calm him, but he can't be stopped.

I groaned. I have no time for this.

I opened my mouth to reason with him. He punched me squarely at my jaw and the growing instinct to fight back is crowding over my conscience. I punched him back with all the pent up rage I have and he fell, rolling to his back. He looked at me, shocked as the crowd around us bored their eyes on me.

"You... You punched me!" he sputtered

I put my hands up in surrender, shocked at my own outburst. "I .. I didn't mean -"

"NO! YOU! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" he exclaimed, standing back to his feet drunkenly

I tried to calm him down, my dazzling looks failing. Looks like it doesn't work to drunk men.He shook his head stubbornly and punched me again. I can feel some blood trickling down my chin and my fists clenched.

I took a deep breath instead, wiping the blood to prevent it from dripping down my suit. Damn. I wouldn't be presentable now.

"Sir. I-"
Another hit on my jaw. I just stood still, my fingers pinching my nose in restraint and control. I closed my eyes.

Another punch and I fell back. Someone rushed into me, helping me up. My eyes flew open. "Bella?"

She looked at me with her confused black eyes. Damn. I'm totally seeing things.

"What are you doing, bitch?" he yelled, aiming his next punch to her. She crouched reflexively, her dark brown hair covering her frightened face.

The image of Bella being hurt and hit like this flashed through my mind and I punched him instinctively, making him fall back, his blood dripping from his lips.

The security finally stepped in, rushing to us. I felt a surge of pride and sadness. Pride for protecting the poor woman to this monster. Sadness because I would never make it to Forks in time.

Suddenly, I felt being handcuffed. What the-?

"But-!" The guards pushed me forward. The drunk man alongside me, smirking evilly. I half expected him to stick his tongue out at me.

This couldn't be happening. It just can't.

"I want my lawyer." I exclaimed, fishing my phone in my pockets. Shit. It must've fallen in the fountain when the drunken guy knocked me down.

"I cannot believe this!" I shouted, frustrated.

A loud exaggerated sigh is heard from the other side of the room. I know that sigh. I look sheepishly to the corner, the familiar man with his arms crossed staring back at me. Right there and then, I felt like a small kid again.

"Edward Masen – Cullen." The man, Chief Phillip Dwyer, started.

I grinned, my heart bursting with happiness, the rage earlier long forgotten. "Hey Dad!" I stood up excitedly, enveloping my pseudo father merrily in a hug. "It's been awhile! Look at you! You've grown older since the last time I saw you!"

He laughed silently but pushed me back. "We are at my workplace, son. Behave yourself!" He reprimanded but a smile is creeping up to his face.

"But, Dad, I MISSED YOU." I whined shamelessly.

He cocked an eyebrow but played along. "Aww, my little darling." He teased, pulling me back in a hug. "Daddy missed you too, sweetie." He cooed.

I bit back my retort and just melted in his arms. I missed times like this. Ever since my real dad died, I always happened to be in trouble that a policeman was called in to 'scare' me.

Phil, a rookie cop back then, was the first one to be 'ordered' to threaten me. His colleagues teased him, calling him a 'babysitting cop'. Phil brushed it off, saying that they're just 'hazing the intern'. He had no choice but to comply.

He threatened calling my mom. I shrugged carelessly. "I don't think she even know that I'm still alive, she's trapped in her own little world. Oh wait, her 'whole world' just died."

He tried threatening to tell my grandpa, and I just cursed him, saying, "I bet he didn't give a shit about me. He only gave a shit when it comes to his reputation."I mumbled, finding myself opening to him. I scowled, realizing that, kicking the dirt on the ground.

He pushed my limit further, threatening to tell my father, obviously not knowing that he's dead. That threw me off though and I ran away, my childish tears falling.

He carefully ignored my father issues since then.

The next time, he tried to confiscate my toys. Pfft. Like I care. I never budge to his lame threats and just continued doing my thing with Jasper following me obediently.

There are times I didn't bring Jazz along. This, of course, doesn't escape Phil's observing eyes.

"Where's Jasper?" He asked casually as the little crybaby run to his mother's arms.

I was still coming down from my 'bully' high that my brain filter is seemingly off. "Don't pull Jasper into this." I snapped at him. "This is only me."

He nodded. "I know. Good thing you came to your senses, Edward. That Jasper kid doesn't need to be involved in your messy crappy hole."

I glared at him and ran away. Again. I never agreed with him and his opinions before but that day, he's right. I never bother calling Jasper to back me up in bullying the young and the weak anymore. He doesn't need to be brought down with me.

One particular day, I decided to escape. Away from the problems. Away from the troubles. Away from the people who said they cared but never showed it. Grandpa, who is busy with all his work at the company. My mom, who is not her usual giddy self as my dad died. It seems like she died along with him, making my sadness and wallowing double up that my 9 year old self can't handle.

I wore my 'disguise', consisting of a cap and a hoodie. I ran away from our house back in Forks to the park. I stopped, catching my breath. I cautiously looked around for any adults and was relieved when I saw no one.

I observed the scene in front of me. Little children are playing merrily but a particular girl caught my eye. I don't know what differs her from every body but there is SOMETHING about her. Suddenly, she fell. I unconsciously moved forward to catch her but I'm too late. She scraped her mouth, blood flowing freely. Her playmates rushed away from her, terrified. She looked at them, almost pleading but they all left. She sobbed quietly and I walked to her, feeling everything she's feeling at the moment. To be left by someone you loved by something you never wished to happen.

She stopped crying, sensing me. She looked up and stared at me, waiting for what I'll do next. I offered her my hand but seeing her also scraped knee I kneeled down, lifting her to my back. She obliged quietly, tracing patterns at the back of my neck. I set her down the bench and quickly got to work. I saw Grandpa do this once to my little sister, Alice when she was hurt. I reached at my back pocket, getting my handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood on her lips, cleaning it. She looked hot and sweaty and her eyes are squinting through the sun. She's cute. I was about to work on her knee when Phil's voice rung out in the air, calling my name. Crap. I frantically dove the hanky in my pocket, kissed little brown eyed girl goodbye, giving her my cap so she wouldn't be hot and burnt and I ran.

I saw a bicycle near the road and I unthinkingly rode it, roaming aimlessly.

I reached the docks and I threw the bike away, hiding the evidence. I sat by the water. He'll never find me. I smirked proudly.

I looked at the horizon, the sun starting to set.

And as the sky began to darken, the sun weirdly taking in the color of auburn. The same color as the girl's hair. I smiled again.

"I've done a good deed today, daddy." I announced to no one.

"I helped a little girl today." I continued, "She scraped her knees and lips but I cleaned her up nicely. Are you proud of me, daddy?"

Silence.

"You got that right, daddy." I laughed crazily as if my dead father just cracked a joke or web responded to me. "She surely is pretty. Even if it's just a teeny moment, daddy, I saw her pretty face. She had the same eyes as mommy, daddy. Big and pretty. Someday, daddy, I'll marry her so she'll be mine forever like daddy had mommy. Then, you'll be proud of me. You are proud of me, right, daddy?" I asked desperately although knowing fully that no one would answer.

"I am proud of you." A voice said coming from behind me.

I turned around, hopeful that maybe, just maybe, my father would come down from heaven. But instead, I was met by Phil's breathless face.

I scowled, disgusted. Disgusted that he saw me in my weak, pathetic state. Disgusted that he heard me being soft and desperate.

He walked closer and I fought the urge to take a step back and fall to the water.

Instead, I scanned his face, expecting the usual pitying, sympathetic expression. But, no, those emotions are nowhere to be found in his face.

"What are you doing here?" I spat.

"I'm looking for you." He said nonchalantly.

"Why? Oh wait, you're appointed to be the arrogant jerk's bodyguard, right."

He shook his head, smiling. "Actually, I'm off duty today. I just got this feeling that you'll be running away again, like you always do, causing troubles on the way. And LOOK! I'm right!"

"Whatever." I muttered, moving around him to run away, again. "No one probably noticed I'm gone. No one cared anyway."

He tsked in disapproval, but let me walk away. "You know, I do." He called out.

I stopped, turning around. "Why would you care? I am supposed to be nothing to you! Hell, we're not even related! You don't have the right to care for me!"

"Huh. I guess it's too late for that, eh? Because I already care for you. I don't know why, to be honest with you, but I just do. I sincerely care for you-" He paused. "Son." He murmured, walking near me.

"No one called me that before." I mumbled., taking a deep breath and regaining my composure. "No. You will just leave me alone. Like those 'caring' people." I air quoted, sarcasm leaking through my voice. I ignored the way he said 'son'.

"I won't!" He promised, smiling at me. "Plus, do you really think I 'borrowed' a bike and follow you all over Forks just to leave you behind? Hell, no!"

I can feel my resolve loosening.

"Why?" I asked stubbornly.

He sighed. "Are you really making me say it again?"

"Say what?"

He took a deep breath and grabbed my arms. "That I care for you. Like for real! And I would never ever leave you. Never." He swore, hugging me. "And I just don't say it to anyone."

I gaped at him, not knowing what to say. Silence settled between us.

"You sound like a girl."

"God, I sound like a chick."

We both remarked, breaking the silence. He laughed, letting me go, but my arms shoot up, pulling him back to me.

He hugged me back, his body shaking with laughter.

"You can call me 'Dad', you know?" He suggested.

I pulled away from him, walking back to the bike I stole. "You're not worthy."

He runs to my side. "Hey, hey. I'm not saying it as to be a replacement of your father. But if you don't want to …"He trailed off.

I shrugged noncommittally, riding on the bike. He shrugs back, riding on his own.

"Well then, nice to meet you, son." He murmured.

"Daddy." I whispered.

"I love you, too, son, but daddy will die soon if you don't loosen up your grip." Phil mumbled back, bringing me back to reality.

I smiled at him.

"Where have you been this past weeks? I've been waiting for you by the docks every week. Don't tell me you forgot about me?" he asked, feigning hurt.

"I, uh, er," I stuttered.

He laughed. "When could I meet her? What's her name?"

"What are you talking about?" I laughed weakly, my fingers roaming my messy hair nervously.

"Don't play coy with me, Cullen. You have a certain twinkle in your eyes that is usually never present before." He smiled knowingly. "Even if I didn't watch those media crap or read those shitty attention whores, I would immediately know. You smile easily and flaunt your sweetness shamelessly earlier."

I just stared at him. "Hearing that came out from your mouth makes me sound gay."

He laughed again, the crinkles in his eyes made him look younger. The he stopped. "Are you? Is she a he?" He asked, incredulous.

"Fuck no! I'm straight, DAD!" I exclaimed.

"Good."He breathed out.

"Chief Dwyer?" A deep uncertain voice rung out from the speaker on the corner.

Phil smiled, apologizing. "Back to work." He mumbled. "Why are you here, Mr. Cullen?"

I sighed. "I was about to meet her parents when suddenly I was caught up in this mess." I groaned.

"Uh oh. That would imprint a very bad first impression of you."

"Tell me about it." I muttered, sitting back on my chair.

"Chief –"The voice started again.

"Innocent!" He shouted at the speaker, turning it off. "So, what is the lucky girl's name?" He asked excitedly.

"Isabella Swan." I murmured silently, as if it's sacred.

He smiled proudly, his whole face all lit up. "REALLY? I would have never thought that you two would hook up! She's your perfect match! The one who could bring you down on your knees! The one who would keep your ass in line! How did you two meet? I bet everything around you exploded like hell!" He ranted happily.

"Hold on, Dad. How did you know her?" I asked, confused.

The smile on his face never left, if it's even possible it even grew bigger. "She's my niece."

My mouth dropped. What the-?

"Yep. That's why I thanked you for helping my niece 20 years ago, remember? After we rode our bikes? But you're not listening to me back then, so …" He explained. "OH MY GOD. I really can't believe how you two met again! "He squealed, the exact squeal as Alice's. "Oh wait. Fuck. Charles is her –"

Then, the door burst open with a Jasper shouting, "OBJECTION! DON'T SAY A FUCKING THING, EDWARD!"

We stared at him at first, shocked and terrified before we guffawed at Jasper's state. Phil mockingly put his arms up as I doubled up.

Jasper is looking like shit. He sure tried to look like a lawyer but he abso-freaking-lutely failed. A lawyer. I snorted. Not even close.

His suit jacket is twisted, his tie is knotted into a weird thing, his shoes are half Birkenstocks and half fluffy sandal that you used to wear at home, and his hair, of shit, his hair is a blond wet messy mess. Add the fact that he's wearing no pants. Good thing he had the decency to wear boxers.

Jazz looked at his clothes and deep crimson colored his cheeks when he realized his weird attire. "I came here in a hurry." He mumbled, straightening his destroyed tie and suit, and closing his empty open briefcase. The sight of him, towing his open empty briefcase to keep up the appearance and bursting to the police is freaking hilarious that it threw a set of laughter over me again. Phil must've imagined it, too since he chortled, sitting down a chair for support.

Jasper stood up with pride, trying to regain any dignity he had. "I was called in by Alec and he told me that you got in trouble. AGAIN." He said to me sternly. I can't concentrate on what he's saying though.

He groaned, seeing that I can't take him seriously. He looked at Phil and said, "Officer, pardon my, er, attention grabbing attire and my –"

"Please, Jasper. We've known each other for 20 years." Phil interrupted, wiping his eyes.

"But, we're at your work-"

Phil sighed. "Okay, okay, Attorney Whitlock."

"More like, Atty. BirkenFluffy NoPants!" I teased.

Phil's mouth twitched in amusement but kept his laughter at bay.

Jazz blushed in embarrassment and rage. "Uncle! Look at Eddie! He's mocking me!" He whimpered.

"Daddy! Daddy! Atty. BirkenFluffy NoPants called me Eddie again!" I complained in a very childish voice.

Phil barely contained his 'hysterics' and fell on his chair, clutching his stomach.

"Oh yeah? Well, Bella called me earlier, asking where you have been! I'll call her right now to tell her that you punched a guy randomly and irrationally!"

That silenced me and I stared at him.

Jazz smiled evilly, knowing that he caught my full attention. "She cried that you're ignoring her and that you don't want her anymore." I stood up in my chair immediately.

"No." I whispered weakly.

"Yep. And I would tell her that you 'bailed' out. But the irony of it is that I WOULDN'T BAIL YOU out of your cell!" He continued.

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE."

Phil stopped laughing, sensing that our playful banter turned into a serious one. "Boys, boys. Calm yourselves.'

I looked at my 'Dad' helplessly. "I need to see her." I pleaded.

He understand. He always did. "Go get her, tiger." He smiled.

"But, but.." Jasper stammered feebly.

"Jasper, you would get the picture... someday." Phil grinned, patting Jazz' hair. "Now, would you like some real clothes?"

Jazz nodded shamefacedly.

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks Dad." I hugged him and rushed out.

I groaned, hitting the dashboard.

10 fucking days.

"Dude, it's been like, 2 weeks? Just grow a pair and bring your sorry ass over there!" Jasper said through the phone, yawning.

"Thanks for reminding me, Jasper." I gritted out. In case, you're wondering, my phone is thankfully saved by the ever trustworthy Alec.

I've been in front of the condominiums for days now, trying to amend with Bella but I never got the chance to. It's either I backed out or she never shows up. I tried calling her phone but hung up after the first ring.

Phil tried explaining my 'excuse' to Chief Swan although he seemed to buy it, he can't be moved until I'm the one who apologizes to them and to Bella. He seemed to know that it's hard to apologize to Bella, so he offered a truce, forgiving me for the first and last time. Charlie, he insisted me to call him in an informal manner, seemed nice to me, too nice, as a matter of fact. His wife, Renee, is practically glowing. They seemed happy and all to me and her daughter. Maybe, the fact that I 'broke' for Bella then he realized that I must've really love her. He has no idea how much.

But, to Bella, it's a wholly other story. I don't blame her, really. I mean, who wouldn't be cranky? With my behavior and actions these past few days, she had every right to be.

After our little escapade, I became cold and distant to her. Then, I took the role of an overprotective, super jealous boyfriend. Then, back to ignorance again. Then, I kissed her, she suggested to be friends with benefits, I disallowed the kissing part and I stayed over her suite, cuddling her. Finally, we agreed that it's time to meet her parents and I 'bailed' out on her. And never contacted her ever since.

I must be bi-fucking-polar.

No kidding, Sherlock.

Only she can mess my orderly, organized and well-planned life. And yet, I don't mind. If I must say, my life before Bella is tedious and stressful but now? Even with all these troubles and apologies and confusions, I would gladly take her over being alone. She brought excitement to my life. She made my stress and problems bearable. She gave me an entirely other purpose in life that I would never regret.

And yet, I ruined it. Over and over again. But, not anymore.

I opened my car door and started getting out, this time, full of determination and will, when the unmistakable mahogany hair caught my attention as it wafted through the breeze. Bella. I almost fell to the pavement because of my excited nerves as I fumbled with the door.

I rushed to her and reached out for her arm. She turned around and faced me. Her brown eyes shocked and sparked with recognition.

I clutched her arm, never letting go. Never. Ever. Again.

"Edward." She breathed. She shook her head, slightly.

"Bella, I- Let's get out of here." I said, walking us back to my car.

"No." She said sternly, keeping her position.

"Isabella." I said persuasively, tugging her arm.

She stubbornly looked away and tried to escape.

I forced her, gripping her arm in a death grip and towed her to my car.

She gasped, surprised and terrified at my actions.

I pushed her inside my car as I rushed to my side and locked all the doors.

"EDWARD!" She shouted angrily.

I glared at her. Fuck. I'm being cold to her again.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, EDWARD?" She wailed, squirming around.

I'm doing this because I love you and if I didn't force you in here right now you won't hear me out.

But, instead I kept silent. I just revved up the engine and stepped on the gas.

She laid back on her seat, gripping the sides and looking in front of her in terror.

"Put on your seatbelt, Bella." I ordered.

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

I pursed my lips. Hmm. Good question. Where could I- … RIGHT!

And halfway to our destination, realization dawned on me. I just kidnapped Bella.

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