A/N: You reviewers rock my socks! I was really feeling the love and felt that I had to update asap! Reviews feed the muse! Also – I had a banner done by majestamoniet over on LJ that is amazing! I was so inspired by her art that I made a wallpaper for this story. If you'd like to see either of them or both – head on over to photobucket and where you see the search bar, simply change "photos" to "users" and type in good2bekitty. The first two photos are the banner and the wallpaper! Also – be prepared for some evil!Edward in this chapter.

Edward looks down at me, clearly confused. "Really?"

"So help me God if you don't get off of me right now I am calling Charlie in here!"

Edward smiles, but it's cold. "And what do you think the Chief could possibly do to me?"

I tremble. "Are you threatening my father?"

"No – merely pointing out he is no threat to me. I don't know why you're still playing this game, Bella. You know you're mine – you have been since you told me you loved me. You came all the way to Italy for me – you faced down the Volturi. Bella – no one will ever have the connection with you that I have. We belong together."

My voice rises an octave. "You cocky son of a bitch! You think you own me or something? Think again! I don't want you as my boyfriend – I don't even want you as my friend. You leave me the hell alone!"

He sighs and runs his fingers through my hair. "You're beautiful when you're angry."

I open my mouth to call for Charlie but his hand circles my throat and cuts off my air supply. My eyes go wide and I thrash on the bed.

"Shhhh. Isabella. You need to stop fighting me. Be a good girl and do as I say and no one will be hurt. I'm going to make you so happy – I promise it. I was such a fool before, and I'll make up for everything I've done. I don't like hurting you like this."

He lets go of my throat and I gasp for air as tears slide down my cheeks. I've never been so scared. I wonder if he's left fingerprint size bruises.

"Now I'm going to hold you and you're going to sleep just like we used to. I miss holding you – when I was away it was all I could think about. When you wake up you'll feel better. You're my world."

He rolls over to the side and arranges my frozen from shock body to how he wants it before wrapping his arm around my waist. It's like an iron vice and I know I'm not going anywhere.

I can't stop shaking, I'm absolutely terrified.

I lay there, tears streaming down my face for hours while he hums my lullaby in the dark.

What have I done?

The entire night passes but I cannot sleep. I am completely on guard. Around three am my bladder is aching but I don't dare to say a word.

The sun rises and I hear Charlie moving around before he leaves for work. I pray that Edward will want to go to his family now that its daybreak.

I feel Edward kiss the back of my head. "You really should have gotten some sleep," he says in a disappointed tone, "You know I'd never let anything happen to you."

"I need to go to the restroom," I finally whisper.

"That's not a problem," he says lightly. He lets go of me and I stumble out of bed. I leave the room and dash into the bathroom, but he stops me from closing the door all the way.

"Go ahead," he encourages.

"Not with you standing there!"

"I'm sorry but I don't trust that you'll keep yourself safe. Now go on – it's perfectly natural."

Frustrated beyond belief and having to pee very badly, I pull a towel over my lap and let myself urinate.

I've never been absolutely humiliated before – not like this. I might truly hate him.

I wash up and he escorts me downstairs. I watch with a frown as he makes me a bowl of cereal. I stare at it. I can't possibly eat as sick to my stomach as I am.

"What's wrong?" he asks, concerned.

"You know what's wrong; what you've done to me. I never thought you would ever treat me like that."

"Bella, I love you more than anything in this world. All I'm trying to do is to get you to calm down and think things through rationally. I know you're a teenager and you have hormones…"

I shriek in rage. "MY HORMONES? ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

I pick up the bowl of cereal and chuck it at his head. He doesn't stop it from hitting him. He lets the milk and soggy cereal run down his expensive clothes, staining them.

"Feel better?" he asks smoothly, without showing any reaction.

"No! How can you just treat me like this? Like a prisoner? Like a child? You're scaring me, Edward."

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I know. I'm sorry, Bella. I don't want to scare you – truly. I just need you to calm down, okay? You haven't been yourself lately."

I put my forehead down on the kitchen table, unable to even look at him. "I haven't been myself?"

I want him to examine the irony for a minute.

I raise my head and glare at him. "I don't think I know you at all."

He gives me that half crooked smile, but I don't find it charming. It looks almost grotesque. I notice how dark his eyes are and I can't help but be worried – worried he'll lose control and…

"Edward, when was the last time you hunted?"

My question seems to surprise him. "It's been awhile," he admits.

"You should probably do that, um, soon. Your eyes are really dark."

He crosses his legs and looks at me. "I suppose you're right. You think you can manage by yourself today?"

I nod my head quickly instead of screaming at him like I really want to.

"All right. You be a good girl. Try to get some rest today, okay?"

He walks toward me and I hold myself perfectly still as he kisses my cheek. "Oh – and you're not going to tell anyone about last night," he says offhandedly.

"Why not?" I blurt out unthinkingly.

"Because, no one else would understand. No one can possibly understand just how much I love you. I don't even think you realize it yet. But I'd really hate to think of what could happen if you let it slip."

His tone is as cold as ice and I know what he's saying. It's a threat – as clear as glass.

"I love you, Bella. I'll be seeing you soon."

As soon as he leaves I collapse on the kitchen floor. I cry out my sorrow, my anger, my sadness. I can't believe I ever thought I loved him.

As soon as I stop crying I reach for the phone. I try to punch in the right numbers but I mess up twice because I'm shaking so hard. Finally I hear the phone ringing.

Please pick up. Please.

"Hello?"

"Jacob!" my voice cracks.

"Bella! What's wrong?"

"Can you please, please come over? Please?"

"Yeah of course! I'm on my way. Are you okay?"

"No – not really. Hurry."

"I'll see you soon, Bells. Hang on honey."

He hangs up at the same time I do and I sink to the floor with the wall supporting my back and wait.