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Chapter 4

Dark Side.

Kelly Clarkson.

"Okay, you so did not have to cook!" Rosalie huffed from behind me, where she had just entered her kitchen after a fresh round of morning sickness.

"I don't know if I should say that I'm doing it because I want to, or if I should tell you that Emmett and I don't want you to throw up on our waffles." I gave her a cheesy smile and she rolled her brown eyes.

"Still...thanks." She sighed, walking over to take her seat by her husband, who had gotten his hands on the first round of waffles.

"Yes! Thank you, Bella Swan! You cook way better than this one." He smirked and Rosalie smacked him upside the head with a thwack. I giggled, feeling my face heat up as I put some on a plate, and then some on my own, before making my way to the table.

"Can you stomach these?" I asked her, holding out the plate. She grinned, her eyes hungrily taking in the food. I quickly handed it to her and sat down.

"So, Belly, are you excited to finish school? It's your last week!"

"It's weird for me to see how old you are," Rosalie commented before I could answer Emmett. "I mean, you're as old as I was when I ran off and married Emmett. So,if you decide to elope or something...just make sure you tell me. And come back. That would be nice too."

"Oh, of course." I felt my eyes widen. "I'm not going anywhere. Um, obviously I'm moving in with Edward, but that's not the same thing. If we get engaged, whenever we do that, you two will be the first to know." I reassured her and she just smiled softly, nodding. "Engaged. Do you think he's going to propose soon?"

"Oh, I'm sure he's got something up his sleeve. He has yet to come to one of us though." Rosalie shrugged, still scarfing down her food.

"Oh, he doesn't even have to propose right away." Emmett huffed as I began covering one of my two waffles in peanut butter. "Are you going to eat those?" He asked me, in the middle of his own part of the conversation. I simply nodded, waiting for him to continue. "Anyway, that man is smitten. Whipped. You may as well be an old married couple. He's not going anywhere."

"I don't even think I'm worried about that. I don't think I'd let him leave, to tell you the truth." I chuckled, biting into my folded waffle.

"You're just anxious. In love." Rosalie explained it perfectly, and I nodded, grinning.

"I sure am."

"Alright, kiddo." Emmett got up, taking all of our plates, as I had picked up and begun eating my second waffle. "You should probably get a move on. Edward should be here any minute."

"Of course," I spoke through the food, and then laughed. That was when the sound of Edward's car-horn played. I grinned wider, turning to hug both Emmett and Rosalie goodbye. "Have a good day, you guys. I'll see you around five? Edward wants to take me to eat and study at Esme's."

"Of course. Just call me when you get there." Rosalie patted my head as I grabbed my bag and ran from the house, the rest of my waffle still in my hand.

I was quickly out the front door, breathing in the brisk May air. While slipping my backpack onto my shoulder, I had to move my food to my mouth. When I got out and found my spot in the passenger seat of Edward's Volvo, he grinned widely at me, taking in my slightly disgruntled appearance. He knew me all too well.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He chuckled at the waffle hanging out of my mouth. "I'm beginning to miss our breakfasts together."

"I know!" I breathed deeply, finally moving the waffle from my lips. "I can't just mooch off of Rose, either, because she is too busy throwing up. Emmett is too busy whining because apparently he's skin and bones and about to deteriorate."

"Oh, yeah, that's definitely Emmett." He winked. "And you don't mooch off of me, Bella. I like to cook for you."

"Your breakfast foods are better than my frozen waffles." I said pointedly, agreeing a bit.

"And just think, in about a week it will be summer. You'll live with me and we can eat every meal, everyday, together." He leaned over to press his lips to my cheek. I blushed, turning to shoot him a soft look.

Those weren't the only meals I was counting on. Edward and I had finally gone to 'third base', and hit a few home-runs. It all happened the night that Rosalie found out that she was pregnant. I couldn't have been happier with him. That was one of the other downsides of moving in with Rose immediately. We had finally broken all of the boundaries of our relationship, only to be separated for a week.

The idea of living with Edward, never having to come up for air, was amazing. I was completely looking forward to it, counting down the seconds. It wasn't even just about the sex. I just couldn't wait to have him all to myself again. I had gotten so used to it just being us. And then, when I finally get my voice, we lose our alone-time. I missed him, a lot.

"You know," I spoke slowly, turning to look at him. "We don't have to eat all of our meals...we can do other things."

"Oh, is that so?" He laughed, shaking his head. "You will be the death of me, beautiful girl."

"I'm just saying..." I placed my hand on his knee, the feel of his dark-wash jeans driving me crazy. I needed more of him. I needed skin-on-skin.

"Okay, quit it." He swiped my hand away and I blushed again. "I love that more than a lot of things, but you have to take your finals today. You have to go to school. And at this rate, I'm half ready to turn around and take you to my room."

"I wouldn't mind that too much..." I shrugged and he rolled his eyes.

"You will when you're repeating senior year."

"Okay...maybe then." I laughed, placing my hands carefully in my lap. "I love you."

"I love you too." He glanced at me, his green eyes melting my insides.

"Ugh, I hate school." I grunted, slouching in my seat.

"The sooner you're done, the sooner we have our time together again. Stop pouting. You'll miss this in a few years." He pulled into the parking lot, his eyes glancing at me every few words.

"But that's just it. High school was hell for me." I told him, speaking nothing but the truth. It was not a good experience at all. Nothing held me to high school. I had no ties to the stupid place. I was certainly not going to miss it.

"Maybe so. Either way, this is it. Try and enjoy your last week. You graduate Saturday. I'll be here after school to pick you up." He reminded me and I just nodded quickly, grinning at the thought of all of it.

"Thank you." I sighed, quickly leaning over the console to steal a kiss.

Edwards lips were warm and welcoming. I found myself ready to climb over the middle and jump him. He kept his hands on my upper arms, preventing me from doing so. With a soft sigh, I pulled away and playfully glared at him. He could be such a turd when he wanted to be. I leaned in for one more quick peck, before grabbing my bags and hopping out.

"I love you!" I called, waiving at him as I made my way into the side doors of our building.

When I walked into the hallway, I crossed my arms and kept my head up. I wasn't exactly ready to take on the entire world, but with Edward, I felt as if I could try. So, I rushed to my locker and began preparing for my first class. It didn't take long, as Edward and I had taken the precaution of reorganizing everything. He wanted me to be prepared to go back.

"Well, looky here. If it isn't Bella Swan." Jessica was suddenly beside me, her eyes burning holes in the side of my face.

"Yes, Jessica?" I asked her, aggravation clearly showing in my voice.

"Your ass almost got us all killed! You ugly duckling!" Lauren was on the other side, her soprano voice menacing. I was surely going to leave the conversation with a headache. Just from hearing her.

"I'm sorry, but I did nothing to hurt you. Hell, you weren't even in that hallway!" I coughed back, losing my nerve.

"We could have been!" They shot back immediately, sounding like the creepy twins from that horror movie.

"But you weren't." I completed, turning to walk away.

I wasn't quick enough, as my foot got caught on Lauren's left heel. I hurdled towards the ground, letting out a yelp as the tiles came closer and closer to my face. Thanks to the books occupying my arms, I didn't have anything to catch myself on. My face hit the floor with a crack. I just sat there a moment, trying to come up with my next move, but found the pain in my cheek to be too harsh.

An involuntary groan came out of my lips, and I heard the sniggering of the ice twins behind me. I slowly lifted my face off of the floor, noticing that I was much warmer. My cheek was wet. I hissed at the sight of blood on the floor below me, and carefully pulled myself farther away from it. The salty smell was already making me nauseous.

I swore, turning to look at them. They were too busy laughing to notice. Everyone else seemed occupied with celebrating their last Monday to help. I huffed, shoving myself off of the floor. I had to use the locker to steady myself, but once I was upright, I was ready to take them down.

"I cannot believe you guys!" I cried, the pain my cheek turning into a full-blown throb. The next thing I knew, I had pulled my fist back and released it with Lauren's pretty nose in mind. They connected with a snap, and she screeched, along with Jessica.

"You stupid bitch!" She howled, turning to shove me, but not hard enough. I immediately stumbled towards her, my head growing lighter as I shoveled my way through her and Jessica. She cried, and I saw that I had stained her pretty blue blouse with my blood. She just kept whining. "I hate you! God, I hate you!"

"Right back at you!" I barked.

"Cut it out, Ugly Duckling!" Jessica tried to stand up for her, but kicked her in the shin before she could touch me. She screeched, bouncing back.

"Don't ever touch me again!" I cried, and a crowd had began forming. "I put up with you guys' stupid remarks for years. You had absolutely no right, or reason, to lay your filthy hands on me. Stay the hell away from me!"

"Fight!" Someone screamed.

"Kick the ducks ass!" Another, deeper voice bellowed.

"We should!" Jessica agreed, but Lauren had already lunged at me, blood pouring from her crooked nose.

"Help!" I wailed, hoping to catch the attention of a teacher. Where the hell are they? My mind hissed as my head smacked the floor, and I basically had a slap fight with Lauren. "Get off of me!"

"No! You ruined my nose!" She screamed, her voice even more nasal sounding than before.

"You broke my freaking face!" I argued, rolling over so that she was below me. Instead of beating the living hell out of her, like I wanted to, I just restrained her with a straddle, and my hands. "Someone get a teacher, I swear!"

"What is going on out here?" I recognized the voice of my biology teacher, Mr. Molena, as he came running out to the commotion. "Get the heck off of her!"

"I'm holding her down so that she doesn't kill me!" I cried as he grabbed me around the waist, roughly yanking me out of Lauren's hold. She clawed after me, immediately trying to grab me. Another teacher had joined us, grabbing her by the arms. The principal was suddenly between all of us, his face covered in pure shock.

"She hit me in the nose!" Lauren bawled.

"She knocked me onto the floor, and then sat and mocked me! I had to stand up for myself. She was one who kept the fight going! I wasn't going to let her kill me!" I immediately defended myself. Mr. Molena still had his arms around mine, holding me still. "And for God's sake, let me go. I'm not going to hit her again!"

"We were joking...she attacked Lauren with her fist..." Jessica's attempts to lie were sad and obnoxious. Mr. Molena slowly dropped my arms, shooting Jessica an annoyed look. I could tell that they didn't trust her at all.

"Do either of you want to press charges, or can I just send you to the ER without incident?" Mr. Greene, our principal asked, his eyes angered as he glanced between us.

"I won't if she won't." I spoke, my voice flat. I had nothing better to say to her.

"Whatever." Lauren huffed, yanking out of the other teacher's hold.

"Call a guardian, and I don't want to see either of you at school for the rest of the day!" He huffed, and then turned to our anxious audience. "Get to class! All of you!"

"I still hate you." Lauren muttered as we walked down to the doors. We were on opposite sides of the hallway.

"Why the hell do you hate me?"

"You broke my nose! Bitch!" She shot at me, as if that justified the years of bullying and pestering.

"I was actually referring to before that. Why do you hate me?"

"Because...you're just useless." She tilted her head up, her eyes ahead as she walked ahead. I made sure to fall behind, not wanting to make anymore conversation with the freak.

I decided to stop by the bathroom on the way. I quickly ran in and avoided the mirror. I folded up some paper-towels, and soaked them before pressing them gently to my cheek. Carefully, I tilted my head up to get a glimpse of the damage. I knew immediately, between the pain and the bruising beyond the cut, that I wasn't doing so hot.

I was careful again as I pulled the already blood-covered paper from my face. I tossed it in the trash before grabbing and preparing another one. I took that time to take in the full thing. It was hideous, that was for sure. It felt like it looked. There was a large gash on my cheekbone, and the area around it had already prominently bruised. With a groan, I began blotting at the blood-loss.

After I had finished with that one, I quickly made up another thicker one. I used it as a compress, slowly exiting the bathroom again.

I just couldn't catch a break. I was always in the damn hospital. If I remembered correctly, I spent more time injured than I did in school that year. I didn't mind the time with Edward, but I did mind the constant pain and need to watch my wounds and injuries. I huffed to myself, walking a bit faster towards the door.

I had zero intention of calling Edward. Instead, I chose to walk to the hospital. It was nice out, for once, and Forks was small. I had every reason to take my time. I also wanted to have some time to myself before I had to face Esme, Carlisle, or Rosalie. I doubted that I would run into Rose, but I knew that if I did, that I would have been in trouble. That was part of the reason for my not calling Edward.

I was nearing the highway when a silver Volvo sped passed me. I cursed, and attempted to walk faster. It was too late though, as it must have turned around. It slowed to a stop beside me, and whoever was driving honked the horn at me. I bounced back, surprised that Edward didn't just get out and yell at me. I slowly began making my way around to the passenger side.

As I got closer to the door, I noticed that the front license plate the University of Washington's insignia. I frowned at that, knowing that Edward had never had a front plate at all. I slowly began to back up a bit, wondering if it was even Edward behind the wheel.

Before I got the chance to look, a pair of rough arms wrapped around me. My arms had been at my sides, and so I was unable to use them as a weapon. I screamed, but that didn't make it anywhere either. He had used one arm to restrain me, while the other pulled something up to gag me. I held my breath, praying that it wasn't tainted with chloroform as he dragged me towards the back.

I couldn't fight him and hold my breath at the same time, so I let it go. I was relieved when the extent of my light-headedness didn't change, due to the gash in my face. That didn't guarantee that I could fight the man either. I found myself struggling to stay upright and kick him at the same time. He sure wasn't having any trouble dragging me to the trunk of his car.

The struggle only grew as he was finally able to shove me into the trunk. It was empty and dark. I let out muffled mewls, unable to scream anymore. He just laughed roughly, from where he was standing on the side. He knew that he needed to keep his ugly face hidden from me, whoever he was.

He slammed it shut once I was tucked inside of it. He must not have planned to hard, as he didn't tie up my limbs or anything. He had stuffed a leather glove in my mouth. I quickly pulled it out, gagging at the thought of where else it could have been. Once the car began moving, I did exactly as Edward and Charlie had taught me.

I moved my foot down to the tail-light, making sure that I was in a safe position before kicking it as hard as I could. The first kick wasn't enough, but after a few, I felt the glass crack. With that, I went nuts and began going off on it. Tears were making their way down my cheeks. The warm tears made my cheek sting, but that didn't hold me back as I finally broke through the glass.

I was suddenly thankful that I had been a smaller girl. I carefully moved my body so that my head was at the opposite end of the crammed trunk. Once I was laying out that way, I stuck the closest arm out the back and began waiving it around. I knew that it was a blind spot for whoever was driving, and that it had saved lives in the past. I was frantic, putting a lot of force into the silly waives.

I scooted up, craning my neck to see through the small opening. That was when a car slowly pulled up, and was behind us. I felt relief flood through my body as I stuck the majority of my arm out to waive for help. I was happy that I had a chance, although I didn't know how useful it was. I definitely wasn't out of the woods yet.

A/N: Man, 3-4 possible chapters left. Other than that, you should review some outtakes that you want, maybe? Like, holidays with Charlie and Renee, Bella/Rosalie childhood moments, you know, stuff like that? Emmett meeting Rosalie. Review what you want!

Also, is there anything that maybe you'd want me to do as my next story? Maybe something that you've wanted to read? I really only do Twilight, but I'll take suggestions into consideration!

Love you guys!

P.S. Happy Belated Birthday, Bugzy Eclipse!

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- Ro