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Chapter Six

I didn't see Edward for the rest of the day. I didn't go looking for him either. But I did have to admit that when I walked into the break room, I was disappointed that he wasn't there. I felt like I had some sort of concussion because why in the world would I be disappointed.

I tried not to feel bummed when I left the jail not seeing him again. I hated that I felt this way. I guess part of me wanted to know exactly what he was going to do. I mean, there were a million muggers in New York city, there was no way he could find the one who attacked me. There was just no way.

As expected, Jasper was waiting for me. The only difference was that he wasn't smiling, and he was smoking a cigarette instead of holding a coffee.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," He said as he flicked the butt off to the side. "I got some pictures you need to look at."

"Okay," I said nervously as I got into the car.

He laid a black binder into my lap once I sat down. I put my bags to the side and looked down at the book.

"What do you want me to look at?" I asked hesitantly.

"Would you be able to pick the guy who mugged you from the pictures?" A voice that was not Jasper's said.

"Edward?" I scrunched my nose before realizing he was on speaker. I let out a dramatic sigh. "Really Edward? It's not that big—,"

"Do not say it is not a big deal." Edward interrupted. "It is a very big deal. A huge deal. This man attacked you and sent you to the hospital. He needs to face his punishment."

I shuddered at his words. "Edward please. The guy apologized and gave me three hundred dollars."

"Do you think he will apologize to the next girl?" Edward asked.

"Well… I—,"

"Exactly." Edward said. "I got ten minutes before my call is cut short. Find him."

I sighed again and opened the binder. There were several photographs of a bunch of rough looking men. I didn't know if I'd be able to find my attacker, I didn't get a very good look at him.

"Umm," I bit my lip as I looked at the eighth picture. "I-I think this is him."

"Which picture?" Edward asked.

"Number eight," Jasper answered, I had no idea he was watching me.

"Number eight," Edward said slowly. "Ah. I know who that is. Jasper, if you and Emmett wouldn't mind paying Mr. Tyler a visit—,"

"Wait, wait," I said. "What are you going to do to him?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, nurse Swan." Edward said.

"No, what are you going to do to him? He roughed me up a little, but he apologized and gave me money. He said he wouldn't do it again."

"He said he wouldn't do it to you again," Edward said. "But the fact is, he already did it and he must pay for that."

"Edward this isn't funny," I said, a queasy feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. "I want you to leave it be."

"I'm sorry Bella but I cannot leave it be." Edward said. "He won't ever do it to anyone else ever again."

My heart started beating a million miles per hour. "E-Edward I don't want to be an accessory to whatever crime you're planning."

"Yeah, and what crime is that?"

"You're going to—," Crap. I didn't know what he was going to do. "I-I'll call the cops…"

"And tell them what, exactly?" He asked.

I gulped the dry lump that was in my throat. "I-I want you to drop it… P-please just drop it."

Edward inhaled deeply. "Sorry nurse Swan. I promise though, this'll be the last you hear about it. Unless you ask, of course."

When I went silent, Edward addressed Jasper.

"I hope I didn't ruin any plans tonight." He said.

"Nah," Jasper answered. "Well, Alice will be a little pissed. I promised I'd take her to that fancy restaurant she likes so much. But she'll understand."

"Yes she will," Edward said before an automated voice popped up and told him that he had one minute left. "Well, I guess it's time I sign off. Have a wonderful night, Bella."

I sunk down into my seat when the phone cut off. I felt very hot and sweaty now. What the hell was Edward going to do? What the hell was he sending Jasper to do?

It was a silent drive to my apartment. Once I got out I stopped at the window to look Jasper in the face.

"Please don't do anything to that guy," I said in a low tone.

He smiled at me. "Don't worry about it."

"Jasper please," I said a little louder, my voice cracking some. "P-please. I can't stand the thought of being the reason some gets hurt."

"Why don't you have a nice night, nurse Swan? Drink some wine, take a bath, whatever you usually do to relax." Jasper smiled before reaching out and patting my shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He rolled the window back up and drove off. I felt like I was going to vomit. I ran into my apartment as quickly as I could and threw up all of my lunch into the toilet.

Once I brushed my teeth, I sat on my couch and pulled out my cellphone. It took me several minutes of internal encouragement before I dialed the number. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"H-hey dad," I said, trying to keep my voice as steady as I could.

"Bella!" He said so loudly that the phone crackled a bit. "How are you, kiddo? I haven't heard from you in a while!"

I couldn't help but smile. "Just been busy. You know, with work and school and all."

"What's wrong?" He asked, immediately picking up on my emotions.

"Nothing dad," I said, hoping I sounded convincing. "I just got off work. I'm tired. But I wanted to see how you were doing."

"Oh, I'm alright. You don't want to hear about the same old thing," He said. "How is New York? Are you still liking the big city?"

"Yeah it's great," I smiled as I pulled my knees to my chest. "Very busy. It's nothing like Forks."

"I hear that," He chuckled. "I heard on the news that there was some mass shooting in times square. Where is your apartment again?"

I rolled my eyes. "It wasn't a mass shooting dad. I think like two people were shot and they both survived with only minor gun wounds. I live like thirty minutes away from it."

"Well, it's best you stay out of that area for a while. You're not going out at night, right?"

"No dad," I lied. "So, I know mom visited you last week on her art tour. How is she doing?"

"You two still not talking?" He sighed.

"Not really," I said somewhat curtly. "I'm letting her make the first move."

"She's fine. She's her same old going with the wind self. She said she misses you a ton." He said. "She really wants you to call her."

"She can call me. She has my number."

"Ah, both of you are stubborn." He chuckled. "Well, she's sending you two thousand through me, but I'm not supposed to tell you it's from her. I'm supposed to say I won the lottery or something crazy."

I rolled my eyes. "Are you serious? I told her I did not want any of her money. I'm making it on my own. I'm doing just fine."

"Mm hm, so that negative sixty-three dollars in your bank account is you doing just fine."

I groaned. "You promised you wouldn't look at my bank account. That was the deal. I swear to god, I will get a new account."

He chuckled. "Take the money Bella. I already sent it through the bank. It'll cover your rent this month, take the rest of it and party."

"Thanks dad." I sighed heavily.

"Or take the money and use it to get you out of jail." He laughed hysterically at his little dad joke.

"Ha-ha," I said sarcastically before the painful knot in my stomach reappeared. "Uh, so, dad, I had kind of a weird question."

"Yeah? What kind of weird question?"

"Well, say someone was possibly going to commit a crime, but you didn't know exactly what kind of crime, could you still be in trouble?"

"Why are you asking a question like that?" He asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." I said quickly. "I just wanted to know because… uh, I treated this one inmate today and he said that's why he was locked up."

"I guess if someone you knew was going to commit a crime and you knew about it, you could still face jailtime if you don't say something. And I guess it depends on how bad the crime is. Did he tell you?"

"Yeah, um, he said he wasn't exactly sure what the crime was, but he was almost certain that his friends beat this one guy up… or possibly killed him. I'm not sure exactly what they're doin—they did to the guy."

"Hm. That's a hard one. If he's in prison though, then he probably knows more than he's letting on." Dad said. "Look, he's a criminal, plain and simple. Don't let him mess with your head kid. That's what they do."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Why are you asking me this?" He asked.

"I was just curious," I said. "Thanks dad."

"Sure. Anytime." He said. "You'd tell me if you were in trouble, right?"

"Yes dad," I said with an eye roll. "But I'm not in trouble. I'm perfectly fine."

"Okay," He said. "You know I worry about you. Me and your mother do."

"I know you guys do," I said in a softer tone. "But I'm fine."

"I know you're fine." He said. "But we're your parents and we're always going to worry about you. No matter how far away you move or how old you get."

I rolled my eyes again but smiled. "I know dad. So, have you been fishing lately?"

I'm sure my father knew something was up if I asked him about fishing. I hated fishing and my dad knew that, but I guess he knew I wanted the distraction and was gracious enough to tell me all about his recent fishing trip.

The next day, I woke up a little bit earlier, so I wouldn't have to ride with Jasper. I took the train like I used too. I had managed to avoid seeing Jasper at all, which was my goal.

"You're here early," The guard at the door said.

"Yeah, I am." I answered. I didn't bother smiling at him because he never returned it, and I didn't feel like causing the wrinkles to do it.

When I walked into the medical wing, Debra was there, instead of Gerry. She looked completely exhausted.

"Hey," I said as I placed my bag down. "Where's Gerry?"

"He's sick, so I'm filling in for him this morning."

"Did you go home at all?" I asked.

"Not yet."

"Why don't you go on home?" I told her. "I can handle everything."

She turned in her chair and looked at me for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. Go get some sleep."

"Thank you," She sighed softly. "I was just filling out some new medication reports. Edward Cullen has a new script that can cause serious side effects, so he's going to have to come in here when he takes it."

"Wait, what?" I said. "Why?"

"If an inmate takes medication that can potentially affect their fine and large motor skills, they have to come here to take it so they can be monitored. It's a safety thing. If another inmate decided to attack him, he couldn't defend himself."

I looked at the prescription name. "Monteklaust? What the hell is that for? I've never heard of this medicine."

She shrugged. "It's for your joints. I'm not sure why they put him on it. He seemed fine to me."

"He has to take it two times a day!" I gaped. "Debra, we cannot cater to an inmate like this. You just said he seemed fine, so why the hell—,"

She placed her hands on my shoulders. "Bella, just go with the flow, okay? If you fight this script you're going to have a whole slew of problems. They'll want to know why you denied him his medicine and it'll be this whole big ordeal. Let him come in and take it. Edward's never given us problems before."

"He's supposed to take it with meals." I shook my head. "So, he'll be in here for breakfast and dinner?"

"Yes ma'am." Debra said. "You got this. Just call the warden if he gives your any trouble."

I snorted and thumped down into the seat eyeing the clock as I did so. He would be in here for breakfast in approximately forty-seven minutes.

I wasn't sure how he did it, but I was almost positive that Edward had made this whole medication thing up. I looked over the prescription several times, trying to catch any mistake that I could call him on.

Of course, I couldn't.