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I became part of the Cullen family quickly. Esme and Carlisle were probably the coolest parents I had ever met. They were very laid back, and as long as their children stayed out of trouble, they didn't hound them. Carlisle's main concern was that Edward would revert to his old ways, but after a while, when he saw nothing more than a hickey on me, he was okay with our relationship. And Esme...well she just loved that her son was happy.

The end of the school year came and went. Edward and Rose graduated, and Edward was on the hunt for an apartment. We were both looking for apartments together, since Edward said we would be moving in together when I turned eighteen. Who was I to turn that down? Thanks to his large trust-fund that he received when he graduated high school, Edward decided to hold off on college until I graduated as well. That way, we could see where we were at, at the time. I told Charlie about moving in with Edward and he wasn't happy at first, but once he got to know Edward, he became more at ease with the situation. I think he was just happy that I wasn't talking about moving back to Phoenix when I turned of legal age to return to James.

Of course for me, that would never be an option, but Charlie still wasn't one hundred percent sure of my motives, it seemed. James wasn't mentioned very often, but when he was, it was always Jacob that brought him up. He was hardly around, though. From what I had gathered, however, it seemed that James had forgotten about me. At first I was sad, but I knew it was bound to happen.

Edward and I were doing amazing, and that was all that mattered to me. Sometimes, we even had to resort to creating problems just so we could fight. Edward had a nasty temper, but it took a lot to get him to strike out against me physically. When we did fight, he was more likely to choke me or push me around. Since the night he found out that James was coming to Forks, he hadn't hit me, though. That had been our worst fight by far, but I knew once we moved in together, we would end up fighting more. I honestly couldn't wait to see just how bad our fights could be, when there wouldn't be anyone there to hinder us.

In the time after school let out for the summer, Sue and her family moved in with Charlie and I. I felt like a little child when they bought bunk beds for us, but I just smiled and nodded when they asked me if I liked them; there was nothing else I could do. I would only be here for a little while longer, so in the end, it wouldn't really matter what my opinion was.

Luckily, Leah turned out to be a pretty good roommate. She didn't have much to say and she didn't get into my shit. My new brothers, though, I could do without. With them, I felt more like a babysitter than anything. They wrestled all over the house, and I was sure they were going to put a few holes in the walls. I couldn't wait to move out.

As the summer progressed Leah, Rose, Alice, and I became really good friends. They all knew about my fucked up situation with James, and I was surprisingly okay with them knowing. I liked hanging out with them, and I knew that they wouldn't judge me. In fact, one of mine and Edward's fights was because I was hanging out with them too much, but that fight ended before it even really began.

As of late, my mother and I talked on the phone once a week. Well, she talked and I kind of listened. She kept trying to get me to talk about Edward, but she would ask the stupidest questions ever, trying to get me to open up. 'Is he a jock? Is he Indi? Are you using protection?' God, she was a moron! I knew my dad was talking Edward up to her, which was probably why she was going crazy, knowing that she didn't have a way to meet him. She said she was going to come visit for a weekend, but I knew damn well she didn't trust Phil enough to leave him.

A few weeks after Edward's graduation, we found a house for rent. That was probably better than an apartment, for the fact that we would probably fight on a daily basis. And when we fought, we got loud. We didn't need any nosy neighbors sticking their noses where they didn't belong. The house had two huge bedrooms and a very small kitchen, but I didn't care about that. After all, I didn't cook. The living room was a decent size, and there was a small dining room off the tiny kitchen. There were two bathrooms. One was off the master bedroom, and the other was off the dining room. I hated that part the most, but that was really my only complaint. Like Edward said, though, it wasn't like I was ever going to use that bathroom, so I really had no right to bitch about it.

There was even a small laundry room that connected to the kitchen. The house was going to be perfect for us. If we paid the rent for a year, the landlord said he would do a rent-to-own thing for us. Edward was going to offer him the money right out, but we didn't want to do that in case we found something better later on. We had talked briefly about moving out of state, but that was up in the air because we weren't yet sure as to what we wanted to do. We also didn't have to do much in the way of furniture shopping for the house. Esme had wanted new furniture for her own home, so she gave Edward and I the almost new set she had in her living room.

We kept his bed, and all of his bedroom stuff, though. It was much better than my stuff. We also really didn't care about a dining room table, but Esme said we had to have one. I was pretty sure she just loved that Edward was so happy...which made me really happy. It wouldn't have bothered me if Esme and Carlisle didn't like me. It wouldn't have changed anything between Edward and myself, but it was so much more peaceful when the boyfriend's parents liked me. I didn't feel like I had to compete for his time or affection.

With my eighteenth birthday coming up, I knew that I didn't want to live off of Edward, so I went out and found a job. It wasn't easy to get away from Edward for those few hours I was out looking, but somehow I pulled it off, and an hour and a half later, I was employed at the Sporting Goods Store in our town. I didn't realize that Mike's family owned the store though, otherwise I might not have even walked in. As it was, I think it was his crush on me that got me hired right away. Besides, I knew I would like having my own money anyway, so I couldn't really be picky. I didn't tell Edward right away because I knew he would flip his shit, but when I did finally tell him, I was lucky that he was kind of cool about it. I knew he would feel differently once I started working and wouldn't be able to spend all my time with him, but I was just going to have to take it as it came. I was just praying that he wouldn't find out about Mike. I knew that as soon as Mike's name popped up, he would force me to quit, and I just didn't want to do that. The job was easy, and Mike had actually become kind of a cool person to talk to.

I had been working for almost a month before Edward finally flipped his lid. We had a nice arrangement set up, where I would stay the week with my Dad and then spend the weekend with Edward. I worked Saturday mornings, but was usually back to Edward's by one in the afternoon.

On this particular day, Edward had been blowing up my phone while I was at work, knowing that I couldn't answer it. After my shift, I walked outside and was just about to call him back when Leah's name flashed across my screen. Deciding to see what she wanted, I answered as I got into my car and made my way back to Edward's place. As I walked inside the house, I was still on the phone with her. I completely lost track of time and was excited that she wanted Edward and I to go to a bonfire with her. It was something new to do and Lord knows that there was nothing to do in Forks. I noticed Edward was sitting on the couch when I walked in, and he definitely did not look very happy.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed some chips and a soda while Leah told me about this guy Jared, who she liked. I set my snack on the coffee table, blew Edward a kiss and went to the laundry room to change the load over that I had stared before work. When I went back to the living room, I saw Edward's leg shaking. I knew I was pissing him off by continuing to talk to Leah, but she seemed so excited about the night's events, that I didn't have the heart to cut her off. But as Edward finally stood up from the couch, I knew that it was no longer my decision to make.

"Hey, I have to get going, but I'll talk to Edward about tonight," I said as he shook his head no at me.

"Get off the fucking phone. Now!" Edward demanded in a menacing voice.

At the tone of his voice, I quickly hung up with Leah, hoping she didn't hear that. As soon as the call was ended, he snatched the phone out of my hand. I rolled my eyes as he started pressing buttons, looking at the screen studiously. I hadn't talked to James in a while, so I knew he wouldn't find anything. I heard my phone beep, signaling that he had shut it off.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked.

I went to yank my phone away, and he moved causing me to fall face first into the floor. I could feel the rug burn on the palm of my hands.

"I called you four times!" he said, pulling my hair so I was facing him. "What was more important than me?" he asked as he yanked on my hair, forcing me to get to my knees before he ripped it clean off my scalp.

"Nothing is more important than you," I groaned out as his fist tightened even more.

"Well, you sure have a way of showing it!" he yelled. "What do you have to ask me?"

"Leah invited us to a bonfire tonight-" I started.

I didn't even manage to finish the sentence before Edward cut me off.

"We aren't going."

"But she wants me to help her. There is this guy..."

"You were talking about other guys with her?" he yelled, pushing me into the coffee table.

"Fuck that hurt!" I yelled as he kicked me in the leg.

"You don't answer my calls, you're talking about boys, I have barely had any time with you in days, and now you want to go hangout with your friends?" he asked as he grabbed a hold of my face tightly. "This getting a job thing was stupid! I miss you and you act like you don't care!"

He went to back hand me and I flinched, jerking my head upward, causing him to hit my neck hard. The smack took the wind out of me.

"I'm sorry," I wheezed.

"You're always sorry," he said as he gave me another kick in the leg and walked away to the bedroom.

I don't know how long I laid there on the floor, but it couldn't have been too long. My neck was on fire and my leg was throbbing where he kicked me, but my mind couldn't think about the physical pain. His words rang through my head as I tried to think of a way to make this right. He was right, I hadn't been acting like I cared lately. If I had been, I wouldn't have answered Leah's call, and called Edward right back instead. He never called me when he knew I was at work, so for him to have not only called me, but to have called repeatedly, showed that there was something wrong, or something of vital importance that he needed to talk to me about.

On top of that, lately we hadn't had much time together. Between spending time with my new step-family and Edward's sisters, I really hadn't been making that much time for Edward. I had done exactly what I swore I wouldn't, and Edward had been beyond patient with me. But now, his patience had finally run its course. I dried my tears as much as I could, and got to my feet slowly. It felt like my calf had a charlie horse in it, but I ignored it as I made my way to the bedroom, limping slightly.

When I got to the door, though, I was at a loss on what to do. I didn't hear any movement from inside, so my guess was that he was on the bed. I tapped my knuckles against the wood, hoping that I was going about this the right way. After a couple of seconds there was no response, so I tried the door knob, seeing that it wasn't locked.

I gulped nervously and tried to make my voice strong. "Edward? I'm coming in."

Still no answer. I pushed the door open and saw that Edward was just where I pictured him. On the bed, laying down, the television on in the corner, volume low. He didn't even spare me a glance as I walked into the room, shutting the door quietly behind me. Knowing that I wasn't going to get any attention from him unless I was directly in front of him, I moved toward the bed. Edward was propped up against the headboard with his legs spread, so I moved easily in between them, staying on my knees so that we were at eye level.

I played with my fingers in my lap, keeping my eyes on my nails. I wasn't sure where to start, and it didn't look like I was going to get any help from him, either.

"You're right," I finally said, after a few moments of silence. "I haven't been putting us first, and I can't believe I've been acting so selfishly."

I looked up to see that Edward was now at least looking at me, but he didn't make any move to touch me. The only contact we had was where my knees were touching his thighs.

"This is new to me...having girlfriends, and I like it," I admitted, knowing that he could use this information against me at any time, or demand me to never see them again. "But it's no excuse to treat you the way I've been treating you lately."

Not able to take the distance between us any longer, I reached out and placed my hands on his. I breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't move his hands away. Instead, he intertwined our fingers and pulled gently on my hand, gesturing to me in his way to come forward. Sobbing in relief that he wanted me closer to him, I scrambled quickly onto his lap, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my face in between his neck and shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer into his chest.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, over and over.

Edward didn't say anything. Instead he just continued rubbing my back in a soothing motion, letting me cry out my guilt and frustrations. Once I had calmed down, though, and my sobs had quieted, he moved us so that we were both standing up. His hands trailed over my swollen cheek, and down my sides lovingly, where they reached the bottom of my shirt. He began to lift my shirt slightly, motioning for me to lift my arms.

Not needing to be told twice, I raised my arms for him to slip the shirt over my head. Our eyes stayed locked on one another as he threw the shirt somewhere behind him. I moved back slightly as his fingers went to work on my pants, holding onto his forearms as I stepped out from them. No words were spoken, but really, they weren't needed. I wasn't sure what Edward's plan was, but if it required losing clothes...well, I would be a fool to question that.

"Put your hands behind your back," he said lowly, licking his lips.

I folded my hands and clasped them behind me, waiting on further instruction. Before I could even blink, though, I was forced to my knees by Edward's grip on my shoulders. Somehow my hands managed to stay gripped firmly behind me, forcing me to land on my knees roughly.

"What's goi-"

"Shut up, Bella," Edward hissed. "Be a good girl, and suck me."

With that, he freed his cock from his pants, showing me just what me being on my knees before him did to him. I opened my mouth and leaned forward, only to choke immediately as Edward thrust into me without abandon. I went to move my hands to steady myself and keep me from choking again, but Edward had different plans.

"Move those hands," he hissed through his teeth, "and you'll be in the worst pain imaginable."

Tears of relief made tracks down my cheeks, though I wasn't sure why, as he continued his assault on my throat. He continued to thrust as far as he could, causing me to gag every single time. He was too large, and I wasn't prepared enough to relax my throat to take him in deeper. His fingers gripped my hair painfully, and with every scrape of his nails on my scalp, my panties became more and more soaked. His grunts became more pronounced, and I knew that he was going to finish in my mouth at any moment.

Suddenly he was gone from my throat, lifting me up by my arms and tossing me face-first onto the bed.

"My control is completely gone," he warned me, ripping my panties down my thighs. "Have you ever done anal before?"

I shook my head no, now a little frightened. James had respected my wishes of not doing anal before. Plus, it was never something that he was interested in. He always told me it was an exit hole only, and I agreed. But suddenly, I wanted Edward to take me there. I wanted him to be the only one who I would share that with. I wanted only his claim on me in that way.

"Well then, this is going to hurt more than it needs to then," he said as he pressed his wet cock against my puckering hole.

I tried to relax as I felt him push past my opening little by little, but the burning sensation was too much.

"It fucking hurts!" I cried.

I couldn't tell how much of him was inside me, but it felt like there was no more room for him to fit. I gripped the sheets in my fingers, whimpering over and over. Suddenly, there was a rush of pain that made me scream louder than I ever have before, as Edward forced himself the rest of the way inside me to the hilt.

"No!" I groaned. "No more, please! It burns."

"Touch yourself," Edward demanded, picking up his pace.

I could feel his cock stretching out my once-virgin hole, the burning sensation becoming worse. Moving my arm underneath me, I quickly found my clit and began rubbing furiously, desperately seeking some kind of pleasure out of this mountain of pain. The faster I rubbed, the faster Edward sped up, cursing as he went.

"So. Fucking. Tight." he grit out. "You better cum, Bella. If you don't cum before me, you won't cum tonight."

I cried in anguish as I tried to force myself to get off from this invasion. The pain was immense, but the pleasure that I was creating with my fingers confused my body. My ass seemed to relax, and the stretching finally became more bearable. Suddenly, I was thrown from the cliff as stars exploded from behind my eyes, my ass gripping Edward's cock harder than I would've ever thought possible.

"Fucking shit!" Edward groaned loudly, as his cock pulsed inside me.

I could feel his cock twitching, the heat of his sperm inside me and leaking out from the sides. Emotionally spent, I lay there and cried as Edward pulled out, squeezing my ass hard.

"You belong to me like you have never belonged to anyone else," he said. "I hope you know that I will never let you go, and I hope you learned your lesson from today."

I nodded as more tears fell in shame as he cleaned me up with his shirt. I learned my lesson alright. I have never felt so loved or taken care of in my life.

~Twisted~

"That's what you're planning on wearing tonight?" Edward asked, zipping up his pants.

I nodded dumbly at him, not able to force my eyes away from the sight in front of me. Edward naked was one thing, but when he was dressed as he is, he's beyond words. He had on a black button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of gray pants. The black just made his green eyes stand out more than usual. He was beautiful, and for just a brief moment, I felt a pang of wistfulness. What was this God-like man doing with someone like me?

"It's amazing how I can read you better than anyone I know," Edward said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. "And you need to stop that train of thought. You're beautiful. Even more so when you wear my marks."

I blushed under his scrutiny as his eyes roamed over my covered body.

"Which brings me back to my earlier question. You're not wearing that tonight," he said.

I looked down, wondering what he saw wrong with my choice of outfit. I had a purple turtle neck on with my regular skin tight jeans. I thought I looked nice, so what was the problem? I looked back up to Edward to see a slight smile playing on his lips. He was amused.

"You always said you were never ashamed of your marks," he reminded me. "So...wear yours proudly tonight."

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. This wasn't my normal Edward.

"But you've always said that you didn't want your marks shown...I'm surprised that you even left them where people could see them," I admitted.

Edward dropped his hand from the fabric that covered my neck and sighed. "I didn't mean to," he admitted, "but I lost control. And, tonight I've changed my mind. I want people to see what's mine. And there's no better way to show other boys that you are indeed mine."

I couldn't say anything since my tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of my mouth. Lost control was an understatement, but I wasn't complaining. He knew that I would wear his marks proudly if he would only let me. The fact that I finally made him lose control only served to boost my ego.

"You have two seconds to change or we're not going tonight," Edward threatened, seeing the dumb smile that I was sure was plastered to my face. "And lose the grin!" he called after me as I fumbled my way to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, we were in his car heading for the La Push Reservation. I ended up changing into a low cut tank top that showed off the bruises on my arms, collarbone, neck and cheek. If I bruised easier than I normally do, then the bruises I had would be about fifty times worse. But as it was, they were not as prominent as I would have liked. They were there though, so that's what mattered. And both Edward and I knew they were there.

I couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but it felt like there was a shift in our relationship after this last blow-out. With every fight, it's like something inside me changes or adapts to Edward, but for some reason, tonight's fight and make-up sex seemed different somehow. More. I liked it, I just wasn't sure of what to make of it yet.

We pulled up to the beach just as the sun was setting beyond the horizon. I stopped short and watched the sun sink lower and lower, in awe at the sight before me. I grasped Edward's hand in my own as he came to stand beside me, both of us silent as the sun set before us. Words didn't need to be spoken for both of us to feel the shift between us. The sun was setting now, but it would rise in the morning, bringing with it a new day, and a clean slate.

"I love you," he whispered, giving my hand a squeeze.

"And I love you," I replied, smiling back at him as the last of the sun's rays passed over us, leaving us to face the night together.

~teaser for chapter 9~

"Why are you here?" Edward barked out at Mike rudely, making the poor boy jump in surprise . . . or fear.

"I-I work here," Mike stammered. "My parents own this store."

I palmed my forehead, knowing that the worst was yet to come. I had to do something and fast.

"In fact," Mike's voice hardened. He had obviously just grown a pair of balls in these last few seconds. Either that, or he had a death wish. "I got Bella this job."

~a/n~

So things are heating up for Bella and Edward. Let us know what you think. Another teasers will be on my facebook group later on in the week and the link is on my profile!