I know, it took way too long to post this. I'm sorry.

Thank you so much Geeky, for your awesome beta magic. I love you!

I don't own anything Twilight, but I do own this plot.

Again, sorry.

Fear rose in Isabella like she had never felt as Renée gently slid the broken glass down the side of her neck. With Renée's other arm against her throat, Isabella had no way to move at all.

Suddenly, Renée moved away and started laughing like a crazy person. "That feeling inside... That feeling that brought that look into your eyes... Get used to it, Isabella. You ruined me, and I will ruin you. Slowly."

Isabella didn't wait another moment. She ran for the stairs as she frantically started to press the numbers on her cell.

It felt like it rang forever as she threw clothes into her bag. She was about to hang up she heard a breathy voice on the other end.

"Hi, sorry. I was…"

"Co… Come qu… quick!" was all Isabella could manage.

"What happened?"

"Mom ha… hap…"

"I'll be there in ten." The line went dead, and Isabella dropped her cell on her bed before running to get her charger and toothbrush.

Just over ten minutes later, Isabella heard the front door slam against the wall.

"Bell—" Her name was cut off, and the tone took a nasty turn. "What did you do, Renée?"

Silence.

"I swear to God, I will make it so Jazz never even looks in your direction again."

"Alice." If the situation weren't so horrible, Isabella would've laughed at the sight of 5-foot-2 Alice standing over an almost passed out Renée.

Alice turned to see her distraught best friend, and all her mother-in-law induced anger melted away as concern for Isabella took over.

"Oh, Bella." Alice's arms opened as she spoke. "Come here."

"Can we just get out of here? I'm exhausted."

"Of course."

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Once they arrived at Alice's, Isabella went straight to the guest bedroom. Alice had wanted to speak to her but knew she needed time and would come to her when she was ready. It was tough, though, watching her best friend in pain, so she kissed her head, told her she loved her, and went to her own bedroom.

Once alone, Isabella cried some more silent tears. She had known her mother wasn't motherly her whole life, but she had never imagined experiencing what she had tonight, at the hands of her mother.

Her heart was broken on so many levels, and she wished that, if even for a moment, she could feel as empty as her mother looked.

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Walking into the kitchen and sitting at the breakfast bar, Isabella greeted Alice, who was already pouring coffee into three mugs.

Taking a seat next to his sister, Jasper spoke. "So what happened?"

Isabella had no clue how she should answer, or even if she could. Her head was still all over the place, and she knew the tears would fall again. Taking a sip of her coffee as Alice handed it to her, she realized she needed to tell him the whole truth. So she did.

Somehow, by the end, she was on the floor, crying with her brother's arms wrapped around her. "I'm so sorry, Bella."

A few moments passed, and Isabella calmed her breathing. "Why are you sorry?"

Jasper was only now realizing how different their upbringings were. He'd had no idea she didn't want to marry Riley until she broke it off. He'd had no idea their mother had told Isabella she didn't need to go to college—no idea about any of it.

Renée had never been nurturing to him either, but she had let him do his own thing. He was shocked and disgusted to realize it was only because he was a male that he got so much choice. "I'm sorry I never realized. Maybe if I had of paid more attention, ma—"

"Don't, Jazzbar." Isabella smiled, using her childhood name for her older brother. "She fooled everyone, including Daddy."

"I know, but fuck." He ran a hand through his hair, annoyed at himself for being so blind.

"How are you, though?" Isabella asked, confused as to why he hadn't responded to the fact that their mother never wanted kids at all.

"I mean, I don't know. I guess I always knew she wasn't like any other moms She sure is nothing like Ali's mom. It hurts, but it doesn't surprise me."

Standing up, Isabella and Jasper looked at each other. They had always gotten along, but this was the first time they actually had a meaningful conversation.

"I love you, Bella."

"I love you so much, Jazzy." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's been quite some time since I've heard Jazzbar." He laughed.

Isabella laughed, remembering how she couldn't pronounce Jasper until she was about eight. "I have no idea where that came from."

"It's cute. I can't wait to hear 'Uncle Jazzbar' one day." He kissed her head before Alice came and told him it was now girl time.

Isabella's heart swelled as her face lit up because she knew what those words meant. He was happy for her and Edward.

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"I feel lighter now that I've spoken to Jazz," Isabella said as she sent a text to Edward, asking him to pick her up from there instead of her house.

"I'm so happy you two had that talk, and tonight, I'll talk to Jazz."

Isabella nodded. "Yeah, let him let it out. He acted fine, but what he heard had to have hurt."

"Oh, I don't doubt that." Sitting on the guest bed, Alice sighed. "I'm sorry you had to experience all that. Are you sure you don't want to stay tonight?"

"I won't let Mom interfere with Edward and me. He makes me so fucking happy, and she won't ruin that."

Alice smiled. Her sister-in-law had grown so much in the last month. "I'm so happy to hear that, Bella. I was so scared that Renée was going to plan every step of your life."

Isabella rolled her eyes thinking about the number of times Alice had said that in the past four weeks. "I know, Ali. Thank you."

"Don't roll your eyes. I'm being honest." Alice's light tone turned serious. "You literally have no idea how many nights I stayed awake stressing out about you and your marriage to Riley. And now I know the whole truth of what was happening. God, I should have broken you out of there years ago."

"Dramatic much?" Isabella tried to lighten the atmosphere as she laid across the bed, feet hanging off the edge. "I mean, break me out?"

"Joke all you want, Bella, but that woman's words were keeping you prisoner in your own home. Thank the Lord you met Edward. Wait, you never did tell me how you met him."

Isabella's cheeks warmed up at the thought of her and Edward's first meeting. She still wasn't comfortable with telling the story yet, if ever. "Oh, not today, Ali." Alice opened her mouth, but Isabella spoke first. "And speaking of Edward, I'd better get ready."

Alice knew that was her cue to leave, but it drove her crazy that Isabella wouldn't tell her how they had met. "Fine." Alice pouted as she walked to the door. "But soon."

She was met with a teasing smirk and a "maybe" before she left the room.

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"Breakfast is ready," Isabella called as she placed two coffee mugs on the table.

Edward was sitting on his bed, still thinking of Isabella's words to him last night. "The glass felt so… rough on my skin. I was sure it had cut me."

He'd held her as she relived the worst night of her life, while his blood boiled inside. He had never hit a woman in his life, but he'd contemplated making a slight change to that rule. Instead, he continued to hold her, let her feel safe, because whenever she was with him, she would never be hurt.

She had told him she just wanted to go to bed, so they did. Unfortunately, sleep was the last thing on his mind. So when Isabella had fallen asleep, he'd looked all over her body to make sure Renée hadn't hurt her before silently watching her sleep.

For hours, he'd lain there, his eyes never straying from Isabella. He tried to be rational. He was was a level-headed, well-educated man who had never thought of hurting another human being, but in that moment, all he could think of was ways to hurt or end Renée Swan.

"Edward, breakfast," Isabella said again, and he stood to go to her.

"Good morning."

Edward Cullen sat at his kitchen table as Isabella put a plate of food in front of him. These were his favorite mornings, the ones where he woke up with her in his bed.

He had hated last night, wanted nothing more than to wrap Isabella up and take her far away. But today, she'd woken up in such a good mood, as if Renée wasn't on her radar at all.

"Smells good, beautiful girl." It was the truth. Isabella had spent many hours in the kitchen with their chef, Maria, as a child. Isabella would watch for hours on end, and as she grew, Maria let her help.

"Not as good as you smell." Isabella leaned down and kissed his cheek.

Edward had to make it a quick kiss, as her little white tank top and underwear were already a distraction enough. "Sorry, beautiful girl. I need to check my e-mail while I eat, then run to work. You know this."

Isabella shrugged and walked to get her plate of food. Sitting next to him, Isabella watched as his mouth wrapped around the fork while his eyes never left his screen. Suddenly, Isabella wasn't very hungry. Standing, she stood behind him, wrapping his arms around her neck.

Nothing.

"You know..." Isabella started.

"Mmhmm," Edward mumbled, his eyes still glued to the screen in front of him.

"I was thinking, you never got what you wanted."

"What do you mean?" Edward asked, still distracted. Moving his hand slightly, Isabella straddled his lap.

"I mean, you expected to fuck a twenty-one-year-old while your wife waited at home for you for a change." The confusion was now clear on his face as Isabella kissed his neck. "So, I want to give you that. We meet at a hotel, as we did, but this time, you use me. Fuck me into oblivion. I'll tell you Riley never felt so good, while you tell me Kate's pussy never felt so tight. Then we go our separate ways... for a while. I mean, I'm eighteen, not twenty-one, but I'm sure you'll deal with that."

Edward sat there, shocked. Fuck yes, he wanted that. Bringing his cell up, he started calling the hotel's number. "Tomorrow. Fucking. Night, beautiful girl."

Isabella went to get up, but Edward grabbed her hip. "Oh, no. You don't get to walk away now."

He made short work of booking the hotel under Anthony Masen before pushing his plate away and lifting Isabella onto the table.

"Is that right, Mr Masen?" Isabella laughed while taking off her underwear.

Edward dropped his pants and gave Isabella's pussy a quick lick to make it wet before slamming into her, the way he knew she loved.

"Oh, fuck," they moaned together.

"This. Will. Be. Quick. Baby," Edward said with each hard thrust.

"Harder, baby." Isabella moaned, needing him deeper.

"Fuck, how did I get so fucking lucky?"

They moaned, groaned, and yelled until Isabella screamed out his name and her eyes rolled back. Her body moved as if it was jelly as Edward slammed into her a few more times before exploding inside her.

Edward fell back onto the chair, not caring that he was now late for work, relaxed and struggling for air. Isabella sat up, also breathing heavily, and straddled him again.

"I'm the lucky one," she whispered as she kissed his ear. "Now, go to work."

"Give me a minute."

"What, can't handle this, old man?" She laughed while grabbing her plate.

"Old man, huh? Let's see who's begging for a break tomorrow night." Isabella squealed as Edward slapped the side of her ass.

OK, so when the May to December Romance Contest was announced, I pictured B+E getting dirty in a hotel room, but when I started to write it, Edward wouldn't let that happen. Silly SweetWard. BUT… I think he should still get his night of… intimate times. So that will be the next chapter, and it will be all schmexy.

Thank you for reading.

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