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So they're at Edward's house. What happened? Read and see! Enjoy!

"Mom?" Edward asked loudly, glancing at me surprised. Alice came out of the kitchen and looked at us apologetically.

"Go and talk with her," she told Edward.

"What happened? I haven't done anything!" he defended himself.

"You're not in trouble."

He kissed my cheek then shuffled to the kitchen and I remained standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at Alice.

"What happened?" I asked, apprehensively.

"Ehh it's pretty bad. I don't know if it's my place…"

"Alice?"

"Let him tell you."

"YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING!" I heard Edward yelling from the kitchen. Alice sighed and left me there. I approached the kitchen, feeling awful for listening to their discussion.

"She called and insisted. I just couldn't say no, honey. You should have heard her voice. I could tell they changed. She told me about their jobs, we talked for hours!" Esme told him softly.

"I don't care! Why would you do this to me? I'm leaving now! I'm going back to college."

"No, I promised them you'll be here. That's why they're coming after all. And they know about the college, too."

"You told them everything? After what they had done? Have you gone mad, Esme?"

"Edward, don't raise your voice! I haven't said a thing. They knew the college you are in, what you are studying, they knew our address, they know everything. They really want to talk with you again."

"Un-fucking-believable!"

"Edward, don't leave, please. Just stay and hear them out," Esme pleaded him.

Who was coming? It sounded terrible. I had a faint fear that she was talking about his birth parents and I'd side with him on that. I'd even offer to drive us far, far away.

I really wanted to see how Edward was taking this new information in so I entered the kitchen as nonchalantly as I could. Their heads snapped in my direction and I blushed.

"I ehh wanted some water," I mumbled. "Hello."

Esme grabbed a bottle from the fridge and handed it to me. "Here, honey. It's good to have you back," she told me softly.

"It's nice to be back," I told her. I chanced a look at Edward and he had his palms flat on the counter, glaring out the window, his brows furrowed. Suddenly, he turned to Esme, eyes full of anger, pain, fear, bad memories and unshed tears.

"They have one fucking chance." The second he finished talking, he was out of the kitchen and running up the stairs.

Esme sighed delicately and slumped on a chair. "Did you happen to hear what I was telling him?"

"No… Yes… I mean, not all. I'm sor-"

"Elizabeth and Edward Sr. are visiting. I didn't even have time to tell him when they're due. He's so stubborn. Do you know the story?"

"How could you accept that? You know how much they had hurt him!" I knew my voice was higher than respectful allowed, but I wasn't going to let her hurt him all over again.

"So he told you. You're really special Bella, I'll say it again. He told you so many things…"

"I hope you convince them to leave when they get here," I hissed, squeezing the bottle in my hand.

"They won't give up. They want to apologize to him," she explained.

"Apologize for what?" I yelled. "For beating him just because it was funny for them? For using him as a slave? He was just a child!"

"Bella, calm down, ho-"

"I won't, Esme! I thought you loved him, why would you do this to him? Do you realize what you do to him now?"

"I kn-" She didn't finish, her voice being drowned out by the doorbell ringing. My eyes widened and I felt faint. They were here. I almost saw myself going to the door and giving them a piece of my mind then closing the door in their faces, but I wasn't that brave. I already felt horrible for screaming at Esme.

She looked very sad as she went past me to open the front door. I stormed out of the kitchen and ascended to Edward's room. Now, I knew where to find him. He was in the piano room, crouched in a corner, his hands in fists at his sides, his head on his knees. I locked the door and went to sit next to him.

I took a hand and opened his palm, smoothing it then did the same to the other hand. I stroked his hair and took him in my arms, squeezing him to me. I never thought I'd see him like this.

"Did she say when they're coming?" he asked in an empty voice.

"They're here," I whispered, tightening my arms around him. "They just got here a minute ago."

"Ah fuck!" he groaned. "I don't want to do this! What if they… I can't go… back… to that."

"Edward! No one would do that! I won't let them take you with them," I told him pointedly. "No one will hurt you again. No one," I insisted and kissed his cheek.

He didn't hear me. He was talking to himself, talking about what they had done to him in the past.

"I don't really want to scrub dishes and the floor, I don't want… to hide from them, they always found me." He took a shuddering breath and continued. "I don't want any more scars, I don't want to lie to everyone abou-"

I cut him off since it was unbearable to listen to his detached voice saying those awful things. I crushed his head to my chest and rocked us, soothing him. I felt him relax against me and soon, he was crying silently, one hand clutching mine and the other wrapped tightly around my hip. I don't know for how long we stayed there, but someone knocking on the door made us both jump. To my astonishment and sorrow, Edward burrowed himself further into me. I didn't want to open the door; I tightened my hold on him and glared at the door, cursing the person on the other side.

"Edward, I know you're there! Open the door, honey," Esme said softly. There was clinking from the other side. "I brought food."

"Are you hungry?" I whispered. He nodded, but grasped my hand tightly, preventing me to move.

"I'll leave it here, okay? Take all the time you need, but they aren't leaving."

I heard her lingering for another minute or two then her retraining footsteps descending. "I'll get the food," I whispered and tried to disentangle from him. He rose with me and we moved in our twisted embrace to the door to pick the food.

Later that night, we descended to find something else to eat. I told him to stay in his room, but he wanted to come with me. That was a bad idea and the inevitable happened when we reached the kitchen. There was a woman that was around Esme's age, she had Edward's bronze colored hair and his green eyes. I felt him freezing behind me, his grip on my hand becoming almost painful.

She gasped and reached a hand toward us, I moved in front of Edward, glaring at her hand.

"Anthony!" she gasped, tears pooling in her eyes. No wonder he hated the name.

He grasped my shirt and pressed me to his chest, his breathing becoming ragged. He was probably having a panic attack. I had no idea how to reassure him.

"He's not ready to see you!" I said loudly, in a trembling voice.

"And who are you to decide that?" she asked me.

"Bella, don't," Edward whispered in my ear.

"I'm his girlfriend and I have every right to keep you away from him."

"You can't do that! His adoptive parents allowed us to come. I just want to talk with him," she told me annoyed. "Edward, if you could only listen…" Now she was calling him Edward. The bitch!

"I don't have what to hear! You don't exist for me," he muttered.

"Let's sit down, please. I won't come near you if you don't want."

She went to the table and sat down, looking at us expectative. Her eyes went behind us and I felt my hair standing up. His father had joined us. I could feel it. When he came next to us, Edward screamed, encircling his arms around me, cutting my breathing.

"No, no, no! Please, no."

We had successfully woken up everyone, I was sure. Carlisle was the first one to reach the kitchen and as he took in the scene, he calmed down a little. Then his eyes settled on me.

"Edward, son, you should let go of Bella. She's turning blue."

I was glad when he loosened his grip. "Sorry," I felt his lips moving against my ear.

I squeezed his hand and watched as Carlisle took Edward Sr. to a chair, telling him something. I could feel Edward's heart beating rapidly against my back.

"Just listen to them. Do you want me to stay here?" Carlisle offered coming to us.

Edward looked at him then at the table. "It's okay. Go to sleep. You can all go, I'll be okay."

"I'm staying," I told him.

"Okay." Carlisle nodded, turning to leave. He was still worried.

We were once again alone with them in the kitchen that seemed too small all of a sudden.

"I'm listening. Make it quick," Edward told them, leaning against the wall.

"You have to sit. It is a long story."

"Make it quick! What the hell don't you get from that?" he snapped at his father.

His mother tried explaining. "I'm sure Esme and Carlisle told you how we went into debt and-"

"Quick, woman! Like…we never wanted a child and we decided to torture him, make him act like a slave…stuff like that," Edward hissed. I had never seen him so angry, so out of control, so cruel.

"We never wanted to hurt you," his mother started saying.

"I won't buy that bullshit! Are you going to explain yourself or go back the way you came?"

"We didn't realize how bad we had turned until the Child Protection came to our door. It was a smart thing you talked about it…I don't know what could have happened if…"

Edward groaned loudly, loosening his grip on my waist. "Do you even fucking hear yourself? And for your information, I didn't talk. Esme was in Chicago for one of her charity things and she saw me coming from school. She realized there was something wrong…I wonder what gave it away?" he muttered sarcastically. "Could have been how skinny I was, how scared I was, how bruised I was…no fucking idea."

"Do you use the fuck word so much?" Edward Sr. asked, somewhat upset.

Before I could tell him something, Edward was next to him, his hands around his neck.

"You have no fucking right to fucking tell me how to fucking talk!" he yelled. "Get the hell out of here! Both of you!"

"Stop, Edward!" I whispered alarmed when I saw his father turning purple. I went to them and grasped his hands. "Stop, please."

He turned his head to me and for a second, I didn't even recognize him. His green eyes were almost black as anger swirled in them, his lips were curled in a sneer and he was breathing hard through his nose. As I kept looking at him, he loosened his hands from his father's neck and then he dropped his head.

"Fuck you! I don't owe you anything, you are nothing to me. I appreciate the dirt on my shoes more than I'd ever appreciate you."

"Son, we-"

"Do not fucking dare to call me son! I am not your son!" he roared, turning to Elizabeth. "How could you give me up? A real mother would never do such a thing!"

"I thought it was the best for you. And I never wanted you to suffer more than you already did. I'm not sure if Esme told you but we have jobs now and everything is okay," she explained, tears falling from her eyes.

"Oh a new shiny life! Go live it and don't you dare try and bring me into it!" Edward shouted at her. "You could have tried to make yourself better, you could have stopped fucking drinking but no, you chose to take it out on me! I had no idea that what you were doing to me wasn't normal! And I can't even believe that you were in debt! You know why? Booze is expensive," he sneered.

"We found the worst way out of what happened. Sorry won't even begin to cover how we feel. We just wanted to see you again, to talk to you," she whispered.

"We never intended to take you back, but we'd love to keep in touch," his father added.

I saw Edward's body staggering as if the tension left his body. Was he going to fall for this? I could see that she was genuine, but he scared the crap out of me. He looked like a bad man.

"A year after the Cullens took you, I went to prison," his father said softly.

"You deserved that bit," Edward muttered.

"When I was released, Elizabeth had reestablished her life somehow, and I found myself a job. We are both working now and we've been discussing about this for a few years…we really wanted to see you again. To apologize in person for what we had done."

"I don't think there are words to apologize for that," I found myself saying.

They looked at me and his mother nodded. "I can see you are very close to him. I never thought he'd open up to anyone about that."

"Neither did I, until I met Bella," Edward's cold voice answered her.

"I'm giving you time to think about this," she told him, still looking at me. "And you are very lucky to have her."

Edward wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Yeah, I'm pretty damn lucky she's still around after how much shit I gave her. As for time…that seems all everyone needs."

"We'd like to stay in contact," his father insisted.

"You'll be the first to know when I decide to change my mind about you two. I still…you're still…I have no idea what to call you…" Edward mumbled, eyeing them. "And…I'm…I guess I shouldn't have choked you," he added sheepishly.

"I deserved it and honestly, I was expecting far worse." His father nodded.

"We are happy you ended up in this amazing house with this great family. I was afraid how you were…what damage we could have done…"

"Yeah, I think I'm still sane. If that's all…I'll grab a bite and go to bed?" he asked, eyeing them.

"Go ahead. We'll head to bed, too. Thank you for listening and, keep her around," his mother added, nodding to me.

I felt my cheeks heating up and I ducked my head. They exchanged 'Good-nights' and everything fell silent. Edward heaved a sigh and opened the fridge's door.

"That went well," he said casually, looking over his shoulder at me.

"Just peachy," I mumbled.

"Yeah well…considering I didn't even want to hear about them…and I came close to accepting them? I think that is a big word, but it works here," he kept talking, his head inside the fridge as he banged around.

"Could you keep the noise down?" I wondered and approached him.

"I screamed my lungs out for about an hour and now you think I should keep my voice down. I bet everyone was awake, holding their breaths, wondering if I'd go for the throat. I actually did!" he exclaimed surprised, turning to me. "Pumpkin pie?"

"Sorry?" I asked taken by surprise.

"Pumpkin pie? Do you want to eat some? If not…there's this container with this weird green stuff…don't ask," he muttered.

"Pumpkin pie sounds delicious," I told him amused.

"Wmbwer fe laft fime?"

"What?" I frowned at him. He was sitting at the table like a normal person and stuffing pie in his mouth like a pig.

Edward rolled his eyes and swallowed. "I said, remember the last time?"

"What time?"

"When we ate here and then-"

"You managed to make the eternally calm Carlisle, angry?" I finished for him.

He grinned. "I haven't seen him that angry in my life. And he got even scarier when he wanted to give me the sex talk," he added amused.

"Little did he know that you could easily give him a sex talk," I teased him, nudging him with my foot.

"I'll see if he allows me," Edward said seriously, biting on the pie again.

"Sooo," he yawned some time later when he was slumped in the chair with his hands over his filled stomach. "What do you do for Halloween?"

"Nothing special," I answered with a shrug.

"What about last year?"

"If you remember, last year…you had a game on Halloween and then we camped in the girls' room," I told him.

"That seems so long ago." He looked out the window then at me. "Do you think they'll make up? I mean…chicks fight and make up, right?"

"When Rose is one of them…I don't know," I told him.

"But it's our asses! Why can't they just suck it up and live in the same room? You endure Tanya."

"Not without difficulty," I muttered making him laugh. "But seriously, why they aren't talking – why Rose isn't talking with Alice – that's different."

"Whatever. I hope they kiss and make up before someone gets wind of this. It's a thing for a girl to accidentally sleep in a boy's room and an entirely different thing for the girl to move there!"

"Did someone read the rules?" I teased him.

"I had to," he shot back. "Let's go to bed, I'm knackered."

He took my hand and led me upstairs. I opened the door of the room across his and my scream of surprise caught in my throat. It was occupied. By Edward's parents. Holy shit.

I turned around and we looked at each other for a few minutes before he closed the door and led me to his room.

"We have a good excuse," he said lightly.

I didn't have enough strength to scold him so I just stripped and changed in some clothes of his then fell on the bed. I felt the mattress dipping next to me and his warm arms around my waist then everything went black. It was a rare occurrence when I blacked out because of sleep. I must have been more tired than I originally thought.

When we woke up, it was noon and there was someone at the door. Actually, the knocking woke us up.

"Go away!" Edward shouted in a hoarse voice. The other person kept knocking. "I swear to fuck…" he grumbled and hopped out of the bed. I heard a bang then he opened the door. "What?" he snapped.

"Morning, grumpy! We have plans!" Alice chirped.

"Go bug someone else. I'm tired," he protested and slammed the door. "Annoying fucking pixie!" he muttered as he snuggled back under the blanket behind me, nuzzling my neck.

"I'm not leaving! I have orders from Mom! They are all gone…don't ask where they left, but she left orders!" she screamed from the other side of the door.

"Was she always so annoyed?" I groaned, shoving my head under the pillow.

"For as long as I can remember…" Edward answered sleepily.

"If you don't come out on your own, I am coming in!"

"Fuck off!"

There was a commotion outside the door and then several feet entered the room. Before I could open my eyes and see what was going on, I was out of the blanket and drenched in freezing cold water.

"Holly mother of fuck! Are you nuts, people?" Edward shouted and shot up, glaring at his siblings.

Emmett was holding what looked like a huge bucket and Alice was giggling, gripping our blanket.

"I hate you," I yelled as I shivered violently.

"It's nearly winter! If I get sick…" Edward threatened them. "Coach will have your balls, my dear loving brother."

"You won't! It's too warm in the house. Besides, you wouldn't wake up!" he reasoned.

"Because I didn't go to bed until some ungodly hour of this morning."

"About Boop here…Mom will hear it all," Emmett boasted, winking at me.

"I couldn't sleep in my room!" I shouted, rubbing my hands over my arms. "I'm freezing!"

"Admit it, you didn't want to stay away!" Alice sided with Emmett.

I opened my mouth to retort at the same time as the door across the hall opened. We had awoken Edward's parents with our spat. I thought Emmett and Alice heard it, but they hadn't.

"This time, you won't escape the sex talk," Emmett said smirking.

Edward's eyes widened as he stared at Elizabeth's shocked face. "Get the fuck out of here!" he shouted and snatched the blanket out of Alice's hands. "And look around you or…behind you! They slept in that room."

Emmett turned around and then laughed. "Oh right. And you were sorry you had to share!"

Alice looked between us then at his parents and after a minute, she went to them, her hand up. "I'm Alice."

"A.k.a. Annoying little pixie," Edward supplied from under the blanket.

"It's nice to meet you, dear," Elizabeth greeted her, shaking her hand. Edward Sr. nodded to her and looked toward Edward amused.

"OKAY!" Alice shouted, making everyone jump startled. "We have stuff to do. Jasper and Rose are already on the road to get more pumpkins. We need someone to go to Port Angeles to get the costumes and someone to help carve the pumpkins, someone to decorate the house…" she kept rambling.

"I'll go!" I shouted at the same time as Edward. I had to be away from her today.

"No, no! My rule! No couples."

"Fuck your rules," Edward quipped, poking his head out of the blanket.

"Fine. And just because I love you. Emmett, you are going to help with the decorations."

She skipped out of the room. "Is she always like this?" Elizabeth asked amused.

"Always," Emmett answered, scowling at us.

After a quick breakfast, we were on the road. Alice had everything prepared already. I should have known.

"If I don't like the motherfucking costume…I'll stuff it down her little throat!" Edward grumbled under his breath.

"You heard her! Everyone would like it."

"Yeah. Lucky the older ones….they don't get to dress up like fools."

"Never say never," I said with a giggle.

He turned to me with a look of pure horror then he burst in laughter. "I can see it! Esme dressed in Mary and Carlisle in John, you know from the song, and a little sheep next to them…"

"And I thought Alice had a problem with her brain," I groaned.

"You mentioned this."

"It was a lone thought."

"For me as well," he retorted.

The store we were directed to was little and very unlike Alice, but I was grateful of that. There was a stupid bell that jingled when we entered the store and the guy behind the counter turned to us.

"I think we got the wrong address," Edward whispered in my ear when he saw the person behind the counter. It was a she-male.

"Umm is this the Halloween shop?" I wondered.

"Come on," Edward hissed in my ear, ready to leave.

"You've got it right," she/he told me merely. I'd stick with the she although she looked more like a he. "What can I do for you?"

"Is there an order on the name of Cullen?"

"Oh yes, of course! A big one," she told me.

"Fuck me!" Edward groaned when the she-male was out of earshot. "I'm going to kill Alice."

"If we hadn't offered…We said we wanted it," I reminded him.

"How was I supposed to… Oh God! His legs are hairy," he mumbled as she came from the back door with a huge packet.

"Okay, the list is here, you can check if everything is as you wanted."

"We'll see home."

"Better we look here," I told Edward. I didn't want to come back.

We took the list and started checking the items. Everyone had costumes.

"There must be a mistake or something…" I heard Edward mumbling as he eyed his costume.

"Is there something wrong? I made sure to get what was on the list," Paula, as her tag name read, said seriously and came over to us.

Edward looked at the list then cursed under his breath. "She's fucking dead, I swear!"

"It's not nice to cuss, young man," Paula screeched and slapped Edward behind the head.

"Well I'm sorry but do you see what I have to wear? Can I change it?"

"I don't have much left. Those were special order if you understand, hottie."

I stuck my chin in my blouse doing my best not to laugh at them. Edward's face was priceless.

"What else do you have around here? And can you not call me…that?!" he asked, cringing.

"Sure, sweetie. Come." Paula took his wrist and dragged him after her.

I had never seen Edward look so panicked. He shot me a look over his shoulder, mouthing to me to help him. I shrugged and stuck my tongue to him. I decided to see what had Alice planned for him and the laughter that had bubbled up, exploded. He had to be a spermatozoon, like the Durex one. My eyes landed on my costume and I smirked. Yeah…all we needed was a room. Everything I ever hated to become, but it was worth to see his face. And anyway, this was a stupid costume not a job. I had to be a cheerleader, dressed in the Huskies' colors.

"Bella!" Edward's high pinched squeal came from the cabin's room.

I went there to save him and couldn't help but laugh at what I saw. He was dressed, if I can say that, in a pink bunny costume with a small tail and ears and everything.

"I think the other one is a better choice," I said carefully.

"Yes, that's what I told him too. Pink isn't your color, darling," Paula said sweetly and slapped his ass making Edward jump and clutch his ass. His wide eyes were on mine.

"I think, I'll help him take the costume off," I offered.

"All right. So you get what you ordered?"

"Yes, thank you," I told her and smiled. She left and I closed the door of the cabin. "Oh my God! You look so hilarious!" I giggled.

"Help me take this fucker off and when we get home, I'm going to scrub myself with chlorine. Stop fucking laughing, Swan! Get me undressed."

"I thought you'd never say it," I said amused, as a small snort escaped my lips.

"For a first, and hopefully last time in my life, I can't even think about sex." He shuddered.

I took his cheeks in my hands and leaned up to kiss him. "You look kind of sexy," I whispered and flicked one of his pink ears.

"Bella, this shit is not funny."

"Actually, I really like you in this bunny costume. Can you buy it?"

He eyed me skeptically then his eyes lit up. "I can't believe I'm going to say this but…can we take turns at wearing it?"

A girly squeal escaped me then I clasped both hands over my mouth. "I love you," I said seriously and kissed him again.

"If I knew that I had to dress as a bunny to make you admit it…"

"Oh shut up, you idiot!"

"Kids, I hope you aren't destroying the costume!" Paula's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Cock blocking bitch," Edward hissed and turned around, wriggling his ass at me. "Do your worst."

I knew he meant that I should help him out of the pink outfit, but I couldn't help myself. My palm connected quite hard with his round ass. He groaned and slapped his hands on the mirror, looking at me through it.

"If you keep that up, it will be quite hard to take it off," he whispered lowly.

"Are we still talking about your costume?"

"Bella!" he yelled, but it sounded like a long moan to me.

Should I go into hiding for doing this? His parents have good intentions. I promise. They'll make up...somewhat. It will take time for Edward to warm up to them, but I don't think he'll ever accept them. Who would?

As for the costumes...I think the chapter needed some fun. *wink*

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