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Chapter 9

The beeping is irritating to me. I can tell the infuriating beep is getting gradually louder. As it increases in volume, I try to open my eyes. I finally get them open to squeeze them back closed; the lights are so blinding and bright. I wince when I open my eyes the second time and quickly close them again as I bring my hand up to my head.

"Baby girl," I hear my dad sob.

I open my eyes a little and I can just make him out. I see a shadow behind him.

"The lights must be hurting her eyes." The voice says that I know belongs to Edward. He closes the blinds because it seems to get easier to open my eyes. I blink a few times as I look at my dad and he comes into focus.

"I'll go and get my uncle."

I watch Edward walk away and I look at my dad again.

"Baby girl, talk to me, honey."

"Dad?" I say holding back the sob that wants to burst out. I've never felt so scared in my whole life, even with my father right here, all I can register is fear.

"She's not here baby, she can't hurt you," my father says reassuringly.

I nod knowing he's talking about Emily, but she's not the only one I'm worried about.

"Sam?" I say questioningly as my eyes scan the room.

"He's been dealt with."

I look back at my dad. "Is he here?"

My dad sighs. "I'll tell you everything after the doctor looks you over. But, I'm staying in here with you – Edward's here, too, and I have two cops sitting outside your room and one outside the door to this ward of the hospital."

The door opens and I see a tall man with blue eyes and blond hair come in. He smiles as he walks toward me with Edward right behind him.

"Good evening, Miss Swan," the doctor says softly.

"Bella," I say and he nods.

"I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen, Edward's uncle. Do you mind if I look you over?"

I shake my head a little and wince finally feeling the pain.

"Okay, that's not a good sign. If your dad and Edward could step outside please?"

My dad looks at the doctor and huffs as he walks out with Edward.

Carlisle does a range of tests with me, and then gives me some good pain killers before calling a female nurse to help me shower. I'm pleased to see a nice soft set of brand new pajamas sitting on the bed for me. I make my way to them and feel the soft material of them. I take my time getting dressed before getting back into the bed with clean, soft sheets. The soft pajamas, clean, shower-fresh body and the comfort of the soft sheets make me feel better. I smile when my father walks back in.

"You're certainly looking a little better," he says sitting in the chair next to the bed.

"What happened to Emily and Sam?"

My dad chuckles and pulls at his hair. "I got your call and was on my way here. I was coming to the hospital when Sally radioed that Angela was awake, needing to speak to me immediately." He stops talking and shakes his head.

"So I called Sam, and he said he was on his way home, and would sit with you until I got there. I swear, baby, I didn't know that he was the reason for your call to come to you."

I grab and hold my dad's hand, knowing now—looking back on it—I should've said more on my message to him.

"Angela told Jasper, Emmett and me that it was a woman that attacked her. She started to describe her attacker and things the attacker said. It was Jasper that picked up on things and put two and two together, realizing it was Emily. We left Angela with a cop inside her room and outside her door as we went to talk to Sam. On the way I told Jasper and Emmett about your call. Then Emmett said that Edward had told him that he thought Sam was the one calling everyone and stalking you. As Emmett listed off the reasons Edward gave him, they all started making sense. When we arrived and were approaching the door, we heard the gunshot. There was no way we were going to stand outside waiting to know if you were okay or not, so we burst inside the house with weapons drawn. I was really stunned to see Sam act the way he did, and hear the things he said. I'd never been happier than when Edward hid us shooting Sam down from your sight."

My dad stops talking and clears his throat.

"Emily is in the ICU. The bullet hit her spine, and it will be unlikely that she'll ever walk again, much less move her own arms. Sam was hit in the shoulder by me, and the knee by Jasper. He's in a normal ward, but he's getting moved to another hospital today. He is under arrest right now pending many charges."

I let out the breath I'd been holding, feeling relief sooth through me.

"It was really him, wasn't it? Sam – he was my stalker," I ask and my dad can only nod at me.

"We have people going through his laptop and work computers. They've been busy with it for hours already. So far we have proof he was able to transfer from where the calls were being made. We also know he was always a lot closer to you than we ever knew. He had completely bugged and had cameras all throughout your apartment. We can prove he's the one that tipped off the media about you knowing the victims because he recorded the calls, which is how we know he's the one who called Angela's parents and Jessica, too."

I close my eyes feeling this is all too much. "Emily told me all kinds of things, too. She said he paid for James to attack me; it was all a setup. Tell me that it's not all true?" I beg my father and I watch as a flash of anger comes across his face.

"I am going to kill the fucker. I'll check it out," my dad says and I take a deep breath.

"She said a lot of other things, but I don't want to have to talk about it more than once, not right now anyway. Could you call Jasper and Emmett to come over, so I can give my statement now?"

My dad sighs clearly unhappy about my wishes, but does what I ask.

Jasper and Emmett walk into my room a short time later. I take my time as I tell them everything I found before Emily arrived, and then I go through what she told me. I sob openly when I get to what Emily claimed Sam did to Lauren, and their faces all change a little.

"It's true isn't it; he raped her, didn't he?" I yell looking at them.

"Yes, he did. It's on one of the feeds that he saved from your apartment. It happened one night when you had a dinner party and Sam stayed over. All night he was getting closer to you, and you seemed annoyed. When you called it a night, he followed you. He was coming on strong and you pushed him away a little saying that it was your time of the month. He got upset with you and left your room. On the video, you said out loud, "see you tomorrow, Sam," like you thought he left completely.

"He went out to the living room and Lauren, who was still up, was watching TV. He sat with her watching the movie, while she was drinking. He wasn't drinking, but each time her glass started to empty, he'd top it off. Eventually, she fell asleep and he went back to your room and watched you sleep for a while. After like an hour or so he got up and walked into the living room again. Lauren was still asleep, but she must have been having an erotic dream. He ... he had sex with her while she was still sleeping – dreaming."

I start to sob for my friend, knowing not only did she pay the ultimate price, she paid it in spades.

"It seems he called her, too, saying if she didn't do what he asked, he would tell you, all about it. He sent her copies of the edited video to show her really enjoying the way he was doing things to her. He made several threats and blackmailed her. We have videos of him having sex with her on several occasions. Each time the way the videos are viewed, we believe it will be construed as rape; therefore, we are confident he will be charged for it."

I pull my legs up and sob harder. "This is all on me. I'm the one who became his friend. I'm the one who dated him. My friend was brutalized and it's my entire fault."

"No, Bella, this is all on him," my dad says making me aware that I was talking out loud.

I shake my head at him.

"Bella, I checked the fucker out and somehow he managed to delete his whole file. The only reason we know about Leah reporting him is because Jasper was the officer involved on the case." My dad hugs me to him. "It's not your fault, baby," he says in my ear over and over as he rocks me gently.

The next four days pass and I have pretty much just been sitting in my hospital bed crying. Every part of me wants to see Angela and Jessica, but I can't face them with the guilt I feel – it's just too much.

"Bello?" I look up at the door and see Edward standing there.

"Hi," I say with worry, wondering if he's still my friend.

"Always," he says and I tilt my head looking at him.

"You asked if I was still your friend, and I answered you with always. I will always be your friend and I will always be there for you."

I nod and let out a chuckle that borders on sounding like a sob.

He walks to me and sits down on the chair beside my bed.

"This is not your fault."

I shake my head, and he leans up clasping it in his hands. "Didn't Lauren and Jessica beg and tell you time and time again to date Sam?"

"Yeah, they even tried to set us up on blind dates. They thought he was made for loving me, and they felt he was sweet."

"What happened before and after your attack?"

"I wanted to go to the book store, but they were still getting their dresses for the winter ball for the college. They had been going on and on asking why I turned Sam down, when he asked me. Lauren said she wished she had a man like Sam, to pay attention to her, like he did me. I was getting tired of hearing it all, so I went by myself to the book store to get some peace and quiet. James attacked me before I got there. After that the girls seemed to like Sam even more, and he seemed to always be there just after I got a call from the stalker." I shake my head shocked that I didn't pick up on the fact it was him back then. I guess hindsight is much clearer now.

"So your dating him is essentially their fault, for pushing you two together. Which means in principle, all of this is their fault."

"What? No," I say and he raises his eyebrow at me.

"But they were trying to set you up with him. They bugged you until you had to leave to get the quiet you needed. Trying to get that peace is what led to you being attacked and rescued by Sam. They sang his praises and told you how great he was and lucky you were. So, if you're going to blame yourself, then you must also blame them."

I shake my head at him some more, not feeling like my friends would ever do this to me if they knew the truth.

"It will take time, sweetheart, and I really think you need to speak to someone. But first, go get your ass in that shower and get washed up."

I gasp at him.

"Hey, what can I say, it's time for some tough love, besides you're starting to be a tad stinky."

I just look at him with my mouth wide open in shock at what he just said.

"I will carry you in and dump you in the shower if you don't move."

I sigh, getting out of the bed and I slam the bathroom door behind me. I take a long relaxing shower, and the warm water cascading over my body does make me feel better. I wash my hair twice, and that alone makes me feel more human. I scrub and shave and stay in the shower for what seems like half an hour. I went in the bathroom in such a fit of fury that I forgot to grab a change of clothes. I wrap myself in a towel and wrap a second one around my head. When I come out, I see the room is empty and there are clothes on my bed. Along with the clean clothes is a note from Edward saying he'll be back in five, whether I'm dressed or not.

I'm rather in a bit of shock, when precisely five minutes later, he walks back into my room. I was just pulling the clean sweater over my head, so he gets a good look at the lacy cups of the bra I put on. I'm still barefoot, so I make a big production of putting on my socks and slipping my feet into my Chucks.

"Okay, now that you're finally dressed, let's go," Edward says holding out his hand for me.

I don't ask, I just take his hand and he leads me out of my room. We walk down a hall and into another room. I sob a little seeing Angela sitting up on the bed. She opens her arms as she begins crying and I run to her and fall into them.

"Where have you been BB?" she asks as she hugs me close to her chest.

"I'm sorry," is all I can say and she sighs shaking her head.

"This is not on you, honey."

"It is," I say.

She sighs again and smacks my ass.

"Hey?"

"Bella, I love you, and it never crossed my mind that Sam was your stalker. Besides, you remember Mathew? You remember his ex, punching you in the mouth when she thought you were me? I mean you never blamed me for that, why would I blame Emily or Sam's crazy on you?"

"That's a little different than someone trying to kill you."

"It really isn't, BB, this is not on you, it's on Sam and Emily."

Angela and I spend the next two hours just talking on her bed as we hug or hold hands.

"How are things with Edward?"

I shrug a little. "He said I was stinky earlier and made me shower."

I hear her chuckle. "Remind me to thank him."

I glare at her and she shrugs.

"Your dad said you've been feeling down, not eating, not doing much of anything, but crying. I'm going to need you, BB, you're my best friend."

I let out a long sigh. "Edward thinks I need to talk to someone."

"He's right, you do, and I said that to you after your first attack. I should've made you go and told Sam to kiss my ass when he said he was helping you deal with it."

I ignore what she said about Sam, and instead ask her about Edward. "So, you like him now?"

"Edward?"

I nod looking at her.

"He saved my best friend's life. He got her into my room, when she was avoiding me. He looks at her like she hangs his moon – yet, he's not forcing her to date him. I still find him odd, and even more so, when he can rattle off the kind of person I am. I mean, he knows me so well, and besides you he knows me best. Oh, I cut my hair and he was the only one who noticed. Aside from his very well in tuned, photographic memory and his oddness about having things change, he's really okay."

I chuckle and nod. "I like him, but I'm not ready for a relationship. I do know if ... when I am ... I hope it's with him."

Angela smiles at me and there's a knock on her door.

"Come in," Angela calls out.

"Dinner for two?" Edward says carrying in two trays.

Edward hands mine to me, as he sets Angela's on her lap. I take the lid off my plate and see there is a full roast beef dinner, with all my favorite trimmings. It smells wonderful and my mouth waters.

I look up with a smile. "Where's yours?" I ask and he winks at me.

"It's downstairs in the cafeteria. I should get back down there. Charlie's telling me all about fishing."

"I'm sorry," I say as Angela chuckles. Both us girls are more than aware of my father's love for fishing, and how he doesn't understand when people don't know about it or enjoy it.

"It's really quite interesting, and where some of his facts are wrong, I kind of like his theories as to why his ideas are right and better," Edward says. He gives Angela and me a wave as he walks out the room. As the door closes, both of us turn to face each other and burst out laughing.

"He can withstand Charlie's fishing talks, my dad's Bible talks, and my mom's cooking—he's a keeper," Angela says.

I chuckle shaking my head at her. Apparently, Mrs. Weber has been bringing the guys food every evening, and Reverend Weber has been leading them all in prayer nightly as well.

At the end of the day, Edward and my dad walk me back to my room. My dad steps out to call the station, leaving Edward and I alone for a bit.

"Thank you," I say having enjoyed my day with Angela.

"No problem, Bella, just remember Rome was not built in a day." He gives me a wink before walking out of the room.

Two years later.

"So?" I ask showing Edward my Halloween costume.

"You look very beautiful, Jane Austen," he says with a grin looking me up and down.

I smile at him walking into his open arms. "I'm not sure if I should tell you this, but William Shakespeare is my second biggest crush," I say loving that he dressed up as him.

"Who's your first?" he asks kissing my neck softly.

"Strangely enough, he's a writer, too; my favorite writer as a matter of fact."

"What's his name?" Edward growls before starting to suck on my neck.

"His name," I say on a moan.

"Yes, I need to scope out my competition," Edward says with a chuckle.

"His name is Edward Masen."

I watch as he grins even more. "Marry me?"

I look up at him and he covers my mouth. He pulls me to the ledge of the fireplace and sits me down. He kneels before me and I watch him reach into his pocket bringing out a small box.

"I fell hard for you when my eyes first took you in. I was always too nervous to talk to you, but would find myself watching you. Just sitting back and taking in your beauty, only made me fall for you harder. When you started to see me and speak to me, my falling for you evolved. I started to realize that I was falling in love with you. Never in my dreams did I imagine that you'd ever be mine. When you took me as your own, and showed me a love so true and pure, I could only compare it to the fictional love I always wrote about. I want you in my life for now, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, and forever. You're my infinity and I can only love you more as each day goes by. Will you, Isabella Marie Swan, become my wife and share forever with me?"

I wipe the tears from my eyes, the joy and happiness choking me from being able to speak just yet.

These last two years have been hard on us all. I had gotten out of the hospital a few days after my long talk with Angela. As the apartment I shared with Angela was out of use, I was worried I would be homeless. My father did ask me to come home, but I knew if I did, I would only hide in his house and never leave. I needed Angela and Edward to push me to do the things I always did.

Edward had nervously asked me to move in with him. I was going to turn him down saying his house was just too close to Sam's, but he interrupted me saying he had already put that house on the market. He had already rented a house that had another two bed rooms, one I could move into if I wanted, and one for a guest room. After much thought I took him up on his offer, and my father who took a month's leave off work and I moved in with him.

I had only just moved in when Angela left the hospital and moved back into Ben's. I had started my therapy, and things were going well there. After a month, my father went home and I went back to work all in the first week of December. Things were still hard and I ended up having to get a court order to stop the media from camping outside of the Sunflower School. It was granted and slowly life moved on and settled down for me.

It was just after the end of the year that Jessica told us Mike's uncle had offered him a job in a private family-run boarding school in London. Mike's uncle also offered her a job there, too, as Mike wouldn't accept without her. I was sad that my friend was leaving, but I knew for her it was best. After everything she had been through, she needed and wanted a fresh start. She left promising to keep in contact, which she did, but not as frequently as any of us would like.

That was shortly followed by my dad telling me he was also moving – only this time he was moving closer to me. He told me through his tears that he almost lost me and for him being four hours away was just too much. I was happy with this because I wanted him closer, just like he needed to be closer to me.

From then the months passed and I was getting closer to Edward. I found through my therapy a way to understand that it wasn't my fault. Angela and I were building a new friendship, and added our new friends, Rose, Alice, Tanya and Vicky to the mix. The only sad factor was Jessica's letters and emails were still not as often as we wished.

Summer of last year we we're told that Emily was mentally unfit to stand trial. She is currently in a state mental hospital, where she'll stay until she can stand trial or die. Sam's case started in the fall. Through it all Edward was my strength, and I found my fondness of him change to more. It was during that time I realized I, too, was in love with him as he was with me.

Sam, in the end, was found guilty of rape, aggravated assault, attempted murder, stalking, and a few other small charges. He got a total of twenty years with a minimum of fifteen years. His rights to Seth were removed. Rose was given guardianship of Seth, and a week later she and Emmett who had been dating for almost a year chose to get married in a civil ceremony. It was Christmas of last year when Edward and I moved from friendship to lovers.

"Damn mind's not working right," Edward says sitting on the couch next to me. I look over to him see that he still looks strung out.

"What's wrong, Edward?" I ask and he takes off his glasses and places them, his pad of paper and pen down.

"I'm just trying to get this kissing scene right."

I look at him to say he should keep talking.

"It's just when I write it out, it doesn't look as good on paper as it does in my head," he sighs.

I nod at him. "Okay, would it help you to play it out?" I ask biting my lip.

He looks at me and nods.

"Well then, Mr. Masen, set the scene for me," I say sounding almost coy.

"Okay, um, Deacon is a teacher, and has found himself in love with his student. He's been trying to stay away from her, but he's entrancingly drawn to her. There's something about Rachel that doesn't fit in as just a high school student to him. Rachel is in the witness protection program and is really nineteen, but has missed her last year of school due to being hidden away by the police. She is shy, scared and alone in the world. She doesn't think the same way as the other people in her class. She's seen and been through too much. They're alone in the class, and he's trying to help her with her schoolwork. Rachel is visibly upset and it's making his heart hurt to see the tears she's fighting to not let out. His hand brushes her face and he tells her that he will be there if she needs to talk. She drops her head down and he tilts it back up making her look at him. Their eyes lock ..."

I feel my heart thump hard inside my chest as Edward just looks in my eyes. They're drawing me in closer to him.

"He moves a little closer and she can feel his breath on her lips," Edward says and I can and do feel his breath tingling against my lips.

"Kiss me," I say and I watch as Edward's Adam apple wobbles. I edge a little forward and press my lips to his soft mouth. It's only a soft peck, but it quickly leads to another and another. Soon, I'm flat on my back with Edward on top of me.

He pulls back looking worried and I nod at him with a smile.

"Okay, that will work," he says and I know he's worried I'll reject him again.

"I love you," I say and Edward looks at me and I see the hope in his bright green eyes but he stays silent. "I, Bella, love you, Edward," I say before pulling him back to my lips.

"I love you, Bella," he says between kisses.

"Make me yours, Edward, we have waited long enough."

Edward stands and quickly picks me up off the couch. He puts me on the thick soft rug in front of the fireplace. He moves beside me and we kiss and touch each other, basking in the warmth from the fire burning just feet away. Slowly, through all our kissing he removes my clothes and I remove his.

Edward kisses my body and leaves no area untouched by his lips. His tongue lashes against my most sensitive places making words fall from my mouth sounding like a foreign language. The soft way he strokes my skin, as he whispers words of love and devotion cause my body to shiver in desire. The way his body reacts with mine makes us both breathless before we do anything exerting.

When we finally come together everything in the universe for me falls into place. With pants and shared breaths we say nothing, yet say more than we have ever said before. The bond I felt at that moment was stronger than any bond I can ever imagine feeling in my life. As Edward brought me over the edge of an earth shattering climax, I could only think of just how right everything finally felt.

That night is still one of the best of my life. I knew right from the second we joined together that he was my forever. If I wasn't with Edward, then there would never be anyone else. He is my sun, moon and all of the air between. Edward is the other half that makes me whole and without him I'll never be complete.

My dad and Angela took the news of us as a couple well, and Alice just gave us a grin saying she was happy. Edward often asks me to help work out a scene when he writes, my favorite are still the sex scenes. Boy does Edward have a good imagination.

This year has been quiet and so much better, mainly because I was with Edward, and Angela is happily talking over wedding plans with Ben. We know through her parents that Jessica had a baby girl with Mike, and they named her Lauren Isabella Angela Newton. She may have lost contact with us, but we know she still has us in her heart.

"Well?" Edward says softly, pulling me from the remembrance of our life together so far.

"Yes, millions of times yes. I cannot imagine my life without you in it. You are my world—my life, my love, my desire ... you're my everything," I say and he pushes the ring on my finger kissing me hard.

"Do we have to go to DSP's party?" he asks.

"Yes, we do," I chuckle.

It took me almost a year to figure out what DSP meant. It turns out that no one besides Alice and Edward knew the meaning, which meant figuring it out was not easy.

Rose, Emmett, Jasper, Angela, Tanya, Ben, Vicky and I had a lot of fun coming up with possible meanings for the letters. One day Alice was being real bossy and I was on the phone complaining to Edward about it. I was telling Edward how Alice was being a drill sergeant, pixie-sized dictator. He chuckled and I thought no more on it and went back to work. Later that day she was bossing me around and I mutter out, "yes, Drill Sergeant Pixie," and when it played out in my head I thought DSP. Thinking I finally figured it out – I yelled it loudly across the hall. She was not too happy, and I knew by the look on her face it was the right nickname. She was even more upset, because the others heard me and since then we all call her DSP.

We arrive at Alice's party, and Jasper let us in. Jasper is dressed as a solider from the eighteen hundreds.

"Bella," Seth yells running into my open arms once we're fully inside. I still love this kid and Rose and Emmett made me his Godmother after they adopted him.

"Come and see Aunty Alice," he says pulling my arm. I walk over and look at Alice up and down laughing. There she stands in her Army Drill Sergeant outfit.

"What's that?" she asks in a shriek pointing at my hand.

"A hand?" I say questionably

"What's attached to your hand?"

"My fingers," I say slowly because she is fun to screw with.

"And on the fingers?"

"Fingernails," I deadpan, enjoying her annoyance.

"Fine, left hand, third finger, above the damn knuckle, and it's all sparkling and looks like a serious commitment—now tell me," she almost growls.

"Oh, that ... it's a ring."

"What kind of ring," she says gritting her teeth, and I'm really surprised she didn't start yelling.

"Engagement ..."

As soon as the word is out my mouth, she is yelling and dancing around like a crazy lady.

"What?" Angela asks running over.

"SHE'S GETTING MARRIED!"

I cover my mouth to hide my laughter as Angela starts to join in on the yelling and dancing around.

"Girls!" My dad yells, after letting out a loud whistle. I look him up and down, smiling because he's dressed as the grim reaper.

"She's getting married," Alice says waving her hand at me.

I start to feel a little worried. I know that I should have told my father first.

"Yes, I know, Edward asked me for my blessing days ago. I thought you were doing tomorrow after dinner?" my dad asks Edward, who followed him over to us.

"I just couldn't wait," Edward says with a sheepish smile.

I show off my engagement ring for the next hour before Edward claims me back and I spend the rest of the night in his arms.

When we get home he grins at me. "I need to see this scene played out, and it requires me tying you up, are you game?"

I smile trusting him with every breath I take. "I'm game, and it sounds fun," I say.

He grins at me walks me backwards to our bedroom.

I really can't wait to play this game with him because I know I'm secure with him, because he loves me the way I love him, and he will always keep me protected from harm.

Emily POV

I watch the leaves drop from the trees outside the window. The branches slowly sway as the leaf I'm watching makes its way down landing on top of the pile that fell before it. Since they keep putting me in front of this window I have little else to do but watch the leaves fall. I know soon there will be none left to fall and the green grass that carpets the ground around the tree will turn to white as the snow covers it.

It's been almost two years since they brought me here. They say I'm crazy – that I've lost my mind, but I know it is a lie. Me being here, is all her doing – they're all under her spell. He is, too; he still thinks he loves her. I know this because he's left me alone here and hasn't come to see me. The hurt of his rejection of me for her seems to linger, and there, it doesn't ever seem to go away. I still love him, even if he's with that stupid, slutty girl. I've heard him call her so many names, and he knows she's a whore, but he still follows her around like a puppy. I know she has cast her spell on him, making him believe he loves her. It will be down to me to save him from her, and I will, as soon as I can get out of here.

"Emily?" the nurse says bending down to me. I move my eyes looking at him, he has a nice face. He looks soft and I watch as he smiles at me and I return it.

"My name is Bella," I say as my hair falls covering my face.

"Okay then, Bella, I have your lunch and medication," he says brushing my hair behind my ear.

I move my eyes up and down, it is the only way I can really move any part of my body. She has them convinced to give me the drugs that don't allow me to move at all, I know it is her behind it all. He places the pills in my mouth and holds the cup to my mouth so that I can drink. I have to take them or they'll let them melt in my mouth and that is yucky.

"That's a good girl, now are you okay for me to feed you?"

"Please," I say again and he chuckles grinning at me.

I smile knowing I may have just found my route out of here.

Bella POV

It was hard to come here to the hospital, but I wanted, needed to be there for Rose. Rose has been classified as Emily's next of kin, even being a second cousin Rose is the last remaining relative alive. When it comes to Emily's major medical decisions they look at Rose to make the choices.

The doctor says she is catatonic, it was hard to believe but she's just been in her room, lying in bed. She has nothing but a blank white wall to stare at every day. For the longest time she was smiling at the nurses and doctors when they spoke to her, and was able to swallow liquids and soft foods, but not any longer.

Since arriving at the hospital, she's not been able to do more than move her eyes, open her mouth and make small facial movements. She has not spoken a word since she shot herself. They say sometimes her eyes have gotten animated, like she is having a lifelike fantasy, but she cannot move at all.

The reason for Rose being called today is feeding has become something they are no longer able to do. She's no longer able to assist in chewing or swallowing, so she now has a feeding tube. The doctors are giving her no more than a month, because her organs are all shutting down. I hold Rose's other hand as she signs for them to keep her cousin as comfortable as they can, for however long she is able to live. Rose also signs the DNR before we go.

There is a part of me that's sad about Emily suffering a slow death, but there's the other side that's happy. Sam was killed just a little over a month ago, while in prison. He apparently was stabbed in a riot, and died before the guards could get to him. Once Emily passes on, I will truly feel free, knowing for sure neither of them can hurt my friends or family again.

Rose and I walk out of the hospital and let out a sigh of relief, it's a rather gloomy place to be. Rose walks straight to Emmett's arms and I walk to Edward's. After hugging me close, Edward reaches down and places his hand over my small bump. Ever since we found out we were pregnant, his hand resides there most of the time we're together.

Halloween has always been a screwed up day for me, between the attack, stalking, attempted murder and facing my stalker in court. But this past Halloween has turned out to be great for me in many ways. I got engaged and the night of our engagement, last Halloween, is when I became pregnant with our first child. Going forward, I know only the happy memories of Halloween matter.

*~THE END~*

A/N: So what did you think of the story as a whole? We normally always do a one-shot for Halloween, and we did write a different story for this Halloween, but when Jess got her hands on it, she said it wasn't up to par for us for a Halloween story. So in a span of about ten days Nikky and I worked and got this together. Thankfully we have a wonderful group of ladies who read for us, because kicking out over 40,000 word count in that short of a time, meant it needed their keen eyes to catch our flubs.

The story we had slated to be the Halloween story will start posting very soon. The chapters will not be HUGE, but it will be a good read, or so we hope. So watch for Concealed Defense, the first chapter will be up sometime this week. We also have a wonderful Christmas story planned for you all, and we are already working on the story that will be our first story of the new year as well.

One thing that we are doing is we are revamping a few of our stories and changing them up here and there and making them into original fiction stories. Our plan is to self publish, our first story we are tackling will be, Show Me Yours, and I'll Show You Mine. We will not be pulling the fan-fiction version, because we plan to change enough story line, characters, characteristics for it to stand alone. It will be the same story, essentially, however it will be so much more in the end. We will keep you informed as we go on with this process, thank you for all of your kindness and support. Nikky & Kasi~