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Warning: Just as a reminder, this story does contain non-sexual spanking, so if you don't like don't read
A/N: So, this chapter is where things start to go somewhat different! Same basic premise, but there is more detail, more angst, and just more everything, so hope you enjoy! Haven't even checked to see if I've gotten reviews, but if you have reviewed I give you my sincerest thanks!
I have never been arrested so if this is unreal or inaccurate, I apologize.
Chapter 2: Jailhouse Blues
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, I thought while trying to control my feelings of panic. I was sitting in a cell at Port Angeles Police Station with Lauren and two other girls from the party. The cops had made quick work of us when they realized we were underage and had been drinking; and I didn't think my little disagreement with Lauren had endeared us to them either. I didn't know where Mike was, but Lucky Jessica had already been bailed out by her cousin, which I guess was a good thing, because if her mother had found out about this then the whole town of Forks would know what I'd been up to by tomorrow; and that was definitely something I didn't want. Unfortunately, with Jessica gone Lauren had no one to control her from spewing how much she hated my guts.
"This is all your fucking fault, Swan," Lauren spat at me, as she held an ice pack to her right eye. If it had been anyone else I would have felt immensely guilty for what I had done, but as it was Lauren, I just felt a glimmer of satisfaction. The look on her face when I had punched her had been priceless.
I looked over at the other two occupants of this lovely cell and was surprised to find them curled up together fast asleep. Ugh, how the hell could they sleep at a time like this? I was feeling like shit, both emotionally and physically. The alcohol was taking its toll and I was fighting off nausea and a headache. I was also in a panic because the cops wanted someone to come pick me up and there was no one who I wanted to tell I'd been arrested. I was allowed to call one person, and I had desperately tried to get a hold of Angela. However, she didn't pick up and I refused to leave a message in case someone besides her heard it.
There was no way in hell I was going to call Charlie. He would show up furious that his only daughter was arrested and then I'd have to deal with his yelling and being grounded from Edward for all eternity. I then thought of calling Carlisle, but that thought just caused me to feel even sicker to my stomach than I already was. There was no way in hell I wanted Carlisle to know what I'd been up to. What would he think of me? I didn't want to disappoint him, I thought despairingly.
I frowned thoughtfully as some realization began to dawn on me. So this was why I cared so much about Carlisle finding out? It was his disappointment that I was afraid of?
I stifled a groan as I realized there was a very small probability of Carlisle not finding out what I'd been up to. For one, I was supposed to be staying with him this weekend so he would obviously notice when I didn't show up tonight. Secondly, somebody had to bail me out and truthfully, I would rather it be Carlisle than Charlie. Carlisle was bound to be more understanding and at least allow me to explain.
What would Carlisle think though when he found out that I'd gone to a party and gotten drunk? What would he think when he found out that I'd lied to him? Would he think I didn't want to spend time with him? Guilt began to weigh down on me heavily. Carlisle had always been nothing but kind and understanding with me. He always had time for me, and he always made me feel welcome. No, not just welcomed, he made me feel wanted… loved.
I quickly shook my head of that notion. Loved? No way. Carlisle may like me, but he certainly didn't love me. I wasn't part of his family. I was just his son's annoying, human girlfriend. My heart clenched, and I was surprised at how much this thought pained me.
As I pondered the meaning behind it, I was suddenly shaken of my reverie when Lauren screeched, "Hey! You stupid bitch, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Her annoying voice set off painful drums in my head, and I glared at her as I massaged my temples. This gesture was a mistake, though, because her expression became smug.
"Headache, little Bella?" she asked in a sickeningly, sweet voice. I just turned my head away from her, which caused her to give a cruel laugh. "My god, you really are pathetic, aren't you?" she quipped with a smirk.
My head continued to pound, but I stubbornly ignored it and her.
"What would Edward think?" she then asked in mock thoughtfulness. "I bet he'll dump you real quick when he finds out what you've been up to," she sneered, and I tried desperately not to show how much her words affected me.
What would Edward think? Before I had the time to ponder though, she continued on.
"Tell me Bella, how is it that you managed to ensnare Edward? It certainly wasn't because of your looks or personality," she remarked snidely, and I finally turned to give her a fierce glare.
"Just shut your mouth Lauren before I give you another black eye," I threatened, blood pounding through my veins as I fought to control my temper. Her face immediately became flushed as she hastily lifted the ice pack to her eye, and this time it was me who smirked.
"You're just jealous of my good looks," she spat, and I gave a snort as I rolled my eyes.
"What good looks?" I replied with raised eyebrows. "Lauren, you're so ugly I wish I was blind so I wouldn't ever have to look at you," I couldn't help but add, feeling vindictive pleasure as her face turned an ugly shade of red. A rational part of my brain was shocked by my actions and telling me to shut up, but it was being overruled by the alcohol induced part that was screaming for vengeance over all the foul things Lauren had ever said to me.
Lauren seethed for a minute before giving me a vicious sneer. "So, how does it feel to know that the whole school thinks of you as the Cullen whore?"
I stared back in stony silence. Cullen whore? I thought in horror and disgust.
"You mean you didn't know?" she pressed in gleeful spite. "Well, it's definitely true. Why do you think all the guys want you?" Embarrassment and anger coursed through me, and I couldn't help the blush that colored my cheeks.
"You're lying," I choked out, but she just shook her head, looking at me with a pitying expression.
"So, is it true you've been sleeping not only with Edward, but with his brothers as well?" she asked in a scandalized tone, and I immediately balked at the thought.
"No!" I screamed in disgust. "I haven't been sleeping with anyone," I hissed in fury, "but I guess it shouldn't surprise me that you would assume that as it's the only way you could ever get a guy. I mean, it's obvious no one would date you for your looks or personality." I gave her a haughty look I'd seen Rosalie sport on more than one occasion, and I congratulated myself on using her own words against her.
"You lying bitch!" she roared before suddenly launching herself at me in a rage.
"Ah!" I yelled in surprise and pain, as she managed to knock me into the cell bars. I immediately shoved her away, but she had a grip on my arms, so when she fell to the ground she pulled me down with her. We immediately began rolling on the ground, I trying to push her away, and her trying to claw my eyes out.
"Get OFF!" I raged at her. By now the other two girls had awoken and were screaming like banshees, so between our yells and their screams it didn't take long for two cops to rush in and pull us apart.
"That's it! Put this one in the box!" one of the cops roared, pointing a finger at me, and I realized he thought it had been me who had started the fight again. I didn't know what the box was, but I definitely did not want to find out.
"That's not fair!" I screamed. "She's the one who started the fight!"
"Not true!" Lauren yelled. "She attacked me for no reason! Look! I'm bleeding again!" she exclaimed, pointing to her busted lip.
"She was already bleeding there," I countered, but the cops didn't believe me. "Come on, girl, take it easy," the blonde cop spoke in an irritated tone, but I ignored him.
"I didn't do anything!" I told them. "She attacked me!"
"So she gave herself a black eye and busted lip?" the second, brown-haired cop asked in a disbelieving voice.
"Yes, now let me go!" I ordered as I tried to get out of the painful grip the blonde one had on me. Anger, frustration, and fear coursed through my body, and it took all my willpower to keep from bursting into tears at the unfairness of it all. I was scared. I didn't want to be here. God, how I wished I had just gone and spent time with Carlisle, then none of this would be happening.
We were just stepping out of the cell, me still struggling when I saw the stupid triumphant smirk on Lauren's ugly face. Hatred boiled in my veins, and without even thinking I roughly broke away from the officers and charged her. I managed to get one solid punch before the surprise wore off and she fought back by clawing at my face and pulling out several strands of hair.
"Arrghh!" I yelled out in pain as she roared, "I'm going to kill you Swan!" Before we could do anything though, the cops were back in and they roughly pulled us apart and started to haul us out of the cell.
"That's enough now girls!" I heard one of them yell as the other screamed, "Put 'em in cuffs!"
"Let me GO!" we both raged as we tried to get back at one another. I was furious, and all I wanted was rip this girl to shreds.
"Alright missy, come on now, calm down," a cop grunted as he struggled to drag me away from Lauren. I dimly noted a couple cops were quickly headed towards us, and it seemed Lauren did as well for we both redoubled our efforts and before we knew it we had both broken free. I heard yelling and someone calling my name, but I ignored it as I made my way towards Lauren; unfortunately, before I could make it two strong arms wrapped around me, pinned my arms to my side, and lifted me away.
I let out a roar of frustration and began to buck and scream, but these arms were unyielding as they carried me away. I continued to struggle with all my might and was about to demand to be released when the person carrying me ordered in a sharp tone, "You will stop this behavior this instant Isabella Marie Swan or I will!"
I instantly froze, no longer even breathing as I suddenly realized who was holding me. My mind was in shock. I didn't know what to think or what to do. All I knew was that Carlisle Cullen was in the Port Angeles Police Station and that he had just had to physically stop me from murdering another person. Oh. My. God.
"Breathe Bella," Carlisle then ordered in a much gentler tone as he loosened his grip. I mechanically acquiesced, and as I began to realize what I had done, my breathing began to increase rapidly until I was practically hyperventilating. What have I done? He's going to hate me. He'll never forgive me!
"Woah now, sweetheart," Carlisle stated as he turned me around and brought me in for a hug. "Shhh child, it is alright," he whispered to me in a soothing tone as I began to sob into his chest.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry, p-please don't l-leave-leave me here!" I choked out, my fear of being abandoned overriding all my feelings of shame, guilt and worthlessness.
Carlisle responded by tightening his grip on me as he said, "Of course I won't leave you Bella. I've got you and everything is going to be just fine. Now, shhh, shhh." I wanted to start bawling even more out of relief now, but my feelings of shame were beginning to take over now that I knew I was not going to be abandoned, so I forcefully began to reign myself in.
I quickly pulled away and began wiping at my tears. "I'm sorry," I whispered, not having the guts to look Carlisle in the face. I couldn't believe I had just bawled like an infant. I couldn't believe I had just begged him to take me from here. My face burned red and I closed my eyes as I felt Carlisle's cool fingers tip up my chin so that I was looking him in the eyes. I heard him give a small chuckle as he used his thumb to brush away stray tears. When he didn't say anything, I slowly peeked open my eyes and looked into his. I visibly relaxed when I saw no anger or disgust on his expression, only understanding and love. Love? Love for me?
"I'm sorry," I mumbled again, but he just shook his head while saying, "Hush Bella, you do not have to apologize for that." I just nodded my head, feeling some embarrassment leave me.
"Excuse me, sir, does this kid belong to you?" a cop suddenly interjected, looking between the two of us with a frown. He was the blonde cop that had been trying to drag me away, and I unconsciously took a step closer towards Carlisle who immediately wrapped an arm around me protectively. I couldn't help the feelings of happiness I felt at the gesture.
"Yes, this is my daughter," Carlisle answered simply, and I stared up at him in surprise. Did he really think that? No, of course not I immediately thought. He's just saying that so he can bail me out. They probably wouldn't let me leave with just anyone, I thought sardonically.
Wait a second, did I just wish I was Carlisle's daughter?Yes, I did, and the more I thought about it, the truer it felt. I stared ahead blankly, stunned by the sudden realization. I've been so stupid, so blind. I'd been looking up to Carlisle like a father and I hadn't even realized it. I tensed as these thoughts hit me, which caused Carlisle to glance down at me in concern.
"Well, Mr., uh," Blondie began.
"Cullen," Carlisle supplied as he looked away for me.
"Well Mr. Cullen, your daughter there has been causing quite a bit of trouble tonight as you just witnessed. This was not the first time we've had to pull her away from that other girl," he explained with a serious look on his face
"I apologize for the trouble Isabella has caused, but I am in a hurry so if you could just give me the necessary paperwork to get her out of here, I would greatly appreciate it," Carlisle informed him.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that sir," the cop said with a frown. "She's caused too much"—he began to say before Carlisle cut him off.
"Well, I am sorry to say officer that I will not be leaving Bella in your custody. You seem keen to lay sole blame on her for the fighting, but judging from the scratches she bares I believe it is safe to assume the other girl is just as much to blame. That said, I saw what looked to be like an older brother of the other girl signing her out of here as I made my way over, so if she is free to go, then so is my daughter," he spoke in a firm tone.
Blondie looked as though he were ready to start yelling himself, but he must have seen something in Carlisle's face for he quickly deflated and even paled slightly before giving a jerky nod and leading us to the front desk. He then rummaged at the desk for a minute before pulling out several forms and placing them in front of Carlisle.
"She's been giving a hefty fine for her crimes," Blondie grumbled moodily, but Carlisle just nodded his head as he took out his check book and said, "I will take care of those now."
I blushed at the thought of Carlisle having to pay my fines, so I immediately said, "No!" I blushed even more when both Carlisle and Blondie stared at me. "Please, I'll pay for my own fines." Blondie responded by rolling his eyes while Carlisle gave me a kind smile before saying, "Allow me to take care of it Bella. It is no problem."
I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to win this argument.
"If you look here Mr. Cullen," Blondie then remarked, pointing at a certain page, "you will see the charges your daughter has been brought up on."
"Charges?" Carlisle asked in surprise, glancing down at me. I deliberately avoided his gaze by keeping my eyes on the floor.
"Yes, sir, charges," Blondie answered. "One charge is for underage drinking, and another for disorderly conduct. She attacked a girl at the party, and it took two men to get her under control. To make matters worse, she started another fight with the same girl"—
"I told you, she was the one who star"—
"Isabella!" Carlisle interrupted in a sharp tone, causing me to immediately snap my mouth shut and stare at him with wide eyes. This was the second time he had ever used such a tone with me, and I quickly came to the conclusion that I did not like it. My stomach flip-flopped at the stern look he was giving me, so I immediately looked away.
"I apologize once more for my daughter's rudeness," Carlisle told the officer in a contrite voice. "I assure you she is usually much better behaved than this. I have no doubt that it is the alcohol that has affected her so," he explained, smoothing the ruffled feathers of the officer.
He grunted in acknowledgement to the apology before saying, "Well, I hope you make sure this is a lesson she need learn only once."
I looked up at his statement, not liking the look the cop was giving me. Carlisle responded by wrapping an arm around me, and with a smile saying, "That is my intention." I stared at Carlisle now, wondering what he meant by that comment.
The officer stared at him with an assessing look before giving a satisfied nod. "Good," he said before turning his gaze to me again. "Young lady, I hope you realize the gravity of your misdeeds. You had best take your father's lesson to heart because if I have to arrest you again I'm going to make sure you do time."
My heart began to pound and my palms sweat at the threat, so I quickly nodded my head while mumbling, "Yes, sir."
He nodded his head in satisfaction before bidding us farewell. "Good luck, kid," he said with a parting wink that set my nerves on edge. What in the world did he mean by that?
"Come Bella," Carlisle called, "let us go home." I looked back at the retreating cop once more before following Carlisle out and into the car.
As we were riding home, I could not help but notice how slow Carlisle was driving, by vampire standards that is. What should have been a thirty minute ride was quickly turning into an hour, an hour of agonizing silence. I sat still staring down at my hands while Carlisle kept his eyes on the road. Every now and then I'd flick my eyes towards him, but his face continued to remain expressionless. I had no idea what he was thinking or feeling, and that was putting me on edge.
I felt absolutely miserable. My head wouldn't stop pounding, and I had to keep taking deep, steadying breaths to control my nausea. I felt guilty and ashamed of my actions, and I was utterly confused by the realization that I regarded Carlisle like a father. I had no idea when or how it had happened, but I could not deny that was how I felt.
It seemed so obvious now that I thought about it, or maybe it wasn't. I regarded Charlie as my father, but I didn't think about him in the same way I did Carlisle. With Carlisle I felt, well, I actually felt like the child. I fidgeted in embarrassment at how pleased that thought made me feel. With Charlie, and with Renee, I had always felt as though I were the parent. I knew they both loved me, and I loved them, but I'd never been able to look to them for comfort or protection. I'd never been able to confide in them. It was the opposite with Carlisle and Esme though. I felt I could talk to them about almost anything, and I knew they would do anything to protect me.
My head gave a particularly painful throb, and I barely contained a groan. Thinking about all this was not helping my headache at all. The silence was killing me, and I just wished that Carlisle would say something, anything to disrupt the quiet! I was just about to open my mouth and speak when my nausea took a turn for the worse. My heart immediately began to pound as I took deep breaths, but it wouldn't go away. Panic started to set in as I thought of how Carlisle would react if I threw up in his pristine car.
I glanced over towards him to see him giving me a concerned look. "Bella, are you"—he began to ask before I blurted out, "Please pull over!" He immediately complied and none too soon because the second the car stopped I threw open the door, fell out of the car and began throwing up.
Carlisle was by my side in an instant, pulling my hair away from my face and rubbing my back comfortingly, and once I finished I began to cry. I cried out of shame, and I cried because I didn't feel I deserved his comfort.
"I-I'm s-sorry Carlisle!" I sobbed as he pulled me into his arms.
"Shhh Bella, I know you are, and it is alright," he said kindly.
"No i-it's n-n-not!" I replied as I tried to pull away, but he only tightened his hold on me while giving a small sigh.
"Relax baby girl, relax," he whispered into my ear, "Everything will be alright." I just sobbed even more, no longer caring how childish I was acting. I was tired and in pain, and emotionally drained, and right now all I wanted was to be comforted.
Carlisle continued to hold me, whispering soothing words, and rubbing my back until I cried myself out. When my crying became reduced to sniffles Carlisle pushed me away from himself slightly and put both hands on either side of my face. Using his thumbs he brushed away my tears as he gave me a soft smile. I just stared back, not knowing what to think, feel, or say anymore.
"Better?" he finally asked quietly, and I gave a small nod.
"Good," he said with a kiss to my forehead, before helping me back into the car. I blushed at his caring gesture, but was too exhausted to think anything of it.
As we began to drive once more I tiredly leaned my head on the glass window, loving the cool feeling it gave off. By the time we arrived home I was half asleep with no desire to move, so when Carlisle opened my door I would've fallen out if Carlisle hadn't caught me.
"Just leave me here," I mumbled tiredly, looking up in surprise when I heard him give an amused chuckle before picking me up. I immediately tensed, my cheeks beginning to burn in embarrassment. Carlisle responded with a gentle smile as he said, "Relax Bella, I mean you no harm."
"I didn't—I mean, ugh," I stuttered, burying my head in the crook of his neck to hide my face in embarrassment. Carlisle chuckled softly as he replied, "I know sweetie." I remained quiet the rest of the 'ride', and unconsciously found myself relaxing into the comforting hold. Before I knew it I felt myself being placed on a bed and my shoes being taken off. I dimly wondered whose bed I was in as the covers were tucked around me before Carlisle gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, "Sleep well baby girl."
"Goodnight Dad," I muttered unknowingly, more asleep at this moment than awake. So, this is what it felt like to be cared for? It sure felt nice, was my last thought before sleep overcame me.
A/N: So, what'd you think? I know this was totally out of character for Bella, but I felt that under the influence of alcohol and due to the stress of the situation, she might react in this way. Also, once more I was trying to portray Bella coming to the realization that she looks to Carlisle as a parent, and her mixed emotions. PLEASE REVIEW!
On a side note, this story has 16 chapters and I will update daily.