Chapter Five

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Disclaimer: None of this is mine, nor will it ever be (sigh). I like to play with the characters that Stephenie Meyers created and make them do pervy things or become angels with a bad attitude.

Chapter Five


I didn't go home. I tossed my bag into the car and parked it around the corner. Removing my sweater, I released my wings and took off, staying on the roof of the school. I could hear Bella working on her grades and making a mental to-do list. I wanted to help her as she dragged out the tubs from her store room, but as far Bella knew, I was gone for the day.

However, I could feel Bella's terror when she was leaving her room. Just before her mind emptied, I heard her mental call. Edward, please! I flew down and went into the school. I slipped on my lanyard and saw a tall, menacing looking man hovering over Bella's prone form. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, keeping my voice even.

"She fainted, man. I don't know what happened," he shrugged, stepping away. "Your girlfriend?"

"Something like that," I said. "Step away. I'll take care of her." The man sneered and pushed his cart away. I crouched down, lifting Bella gently. "Pretty Bella?" She didn't respond, just cuddling closer to me. I slung her bag over my shoulder and easily picked her up, carrying her out of the school. I shot a look back at the man, who was thinking about the unconscious woman in my arms. He was remembering vicious things, like how he'd take her without her consent. His evil smile made me shudder and I feared for her.

I drove us to her apartment, using her keys to let us in and setting her onto the couch. I made some tea and some light dinner. Bella stirred, whimpering quietly. I moved and sat down next to her, taking her hand. "Bella? You're safe. I promise you."

Her eyes blinked open and she shot up, looking around. "How did I get home?" she asked, her face as pale as a sheet. She looked at me, her brows furrowing. "Edward? Did you even leave?"

"I forgot something in the building," I lied. Yeah, I forgot to protect you and some skeeve who did unspeakable things to you tried to make another move on you. "I drove you home and carried you into your apartment. I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't," she said, sitting up and grimacing as she rubbed her head. "Ouch."

"You okay?" I asked.

"I must have bumped my head when I fell," she muttered.

"Who was that guy?"

"An ex-boyfriend," Bella replied, her nose wrinkled. "He was a complete asshole, stealing a lot of money from me on top of other things." She shuddered, her memory swirling of Riley beating her up and doing unspeakable things to her body. "He was arrested but the case was thrown out. I thought he'd moved away, but apparently, he didn't and was hired as a custodian in our building."

"Are you going to mention it to Mrs. Cope?" I questioned. "Obviously, this guy did a lot to you to garner such a reaction."

Bella bit her lip, torn about what to do. She was terrified of this guy, but her good nature hated to cause him to lose his job. "I don't know," she shrugged.

"You were so freaked out that you fainted, Bella," I said, picking up her hand. "I think this garners a conversation to Mrs. Cope. I don't want you to be afraid of where you work." I listened to her mind and she was panicking that she wouldn't survive another run-in with the guy, Riley. "And you can talk to me about anything."

"Not about what he did to me," Bella said, her voice deadening and her eyes losing their sparkle. "I'm destined to be shamed for the rest of my life. It's my legacy." She was caught in vicious flashback. I kept my face impassive as I saw her past flicker into my mind like a horror film. I reached for her hand and she flinched, her flashbacks coming in waves.

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