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Charlie's pov

"Thanks for coming," I said as I invited my ex-wife into my house. "I don't know what to do."

Renee scoffed as she handed me her coat.

"There is something wrong with Bella. Charlie, she likes to be hit and I don't think there is anything we can do about it. I have taken her to see a therapist and they said she was fine mentally," Renee said as she sat with Sue at the kitchen table.

"I agree, Charlie, you can't help someone if they don't want help," Sue said.

I didn't buy that bullshit though. I was a cop dammit and I could help my own daughter.

"I didn't think Edward was abusive towards her. He seemed so…"

"I know Charlie. That is what I thought about James at first, but then I saw some of the nasty bruises he had left on her. When I would ask what happened she would come up with some excuse. Maybe we can try to help them, but it may not help. It may push her away more," Renee said as Sue agreed.

"Edward as a person is pretty great," said a voice from behind me. We all turned to see Leah standing in the doorway. "I won't help you push Bella away, but after seeing what he did to James scared me. I have seen the marks Edward has left on her. She prides herself on the marks he leaves. If he goes a while without hitting her, which he has, she will provoke him. I have even witnessed her smiling when he would grab her. She will run if she feels attacked."

I pulled out a chair for Leah as she came down the steps. Of course Leah would have the extra information I needed to nail that bastard! Why didn't I think of it before?

"Leah, how do you know all this?" Sue asked.

"Bella and I have gotten close. The more I acted like I didn't care, the more she told me. One time she and Edward broke up for a few hours because he didn't answer his cell. The anger I saw in his eyes when he saw Bella, scared me that day," Leah said as she shivered at the memory.

With that, I banged my fist on top of the table causing the glasses to jump and water to come out from the top. I was done with this shit.

"We can't stand here and just let it happen! I'm calling the Cullens."

BPOV

It had been a week since Charlie's wedding and everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Edward was arrested for assaulting James, but was released less than two hours later since James didn't press charges. Watching my own father arrest my husband was the hardest thing I have ever had to endure. And I hated that my father was the one who handcuffed Edward. Edward was only protecting me that day, but no one saw it that way.

And ever since Edward spent those couple of hours in the holding cell, he had yet to touch me in any way. It was like I repulsed him. I knew it had only been a week, but it was time for us to get on with our lives. Time for us to move past this and I needed Edward to go back to the man he was before. The man who didn't take my shit and who wasn't afraid to put me in my place. The lover who knew my body better than I knew it myself and could give me the release that I needed. That I craved.

I popped another piece of popcorn in my mouth and groaned at the bad acting on the daytime Soap that was on television. I knew Edward was going with his father for the day, so I stayed home from school. I just needed some me time. A part of me was hoping that maybe this little act of rebellion would ignite that fire back inside my husband. But, a better part told me not to get my hopes up. I also didn't want to leave our house in fear of running into my mother.

I saw her in the parking lot of the gas station with Sue. I was instantly angry, but more confused. Why was she here? And why hadn't she even called me, her only daughter, to tell me she was even in the same State? She had yet to try to get a hold of me. I didn't care past that point though, she was really the last person I wanted to see and I'm sure Edward would flip his shit if he knew. He didn't like my mother because she never kept her mouth shut. If she thought it, she said it.

And right now, Renee was the last problem my marriage needed.

"Stupid, cockblocking son of a bitch," I griped into the empty house.

I needed my husband in so many ways and he was giving me nothing. James tried to call and talk to me, but I never answered. I had zero feelings for him and I was sure he got the message when I changed my number. I hung out with Alice and Leah a little bit, but that didn't help my mood any. They both talked about how happy they were and I just couldn't bring myself to care when I was feeling so miserable for myself. Deciding that I needed a different distraction, I turned off the television and sat down at the coffee table and tried to write out my feelings, but I couldn't write. I just sat in the quiet and stared at the wall. Edward was stuck on not touching me until I showed him what a great writer I was and I hated that he was so hung up on that. I knew I had to write something so I started with the obvious.

Edward, I love you more than my own life. You were always right…about everything. You are the only person I want. I am not a great writer and I'm no good at writing down my feelings. James is out of my life completely. Never again, after this letter, will I ever speak his name. I miss you. I need everything you give me. You are the only one that truly knows what I need and when I need it. You're loving and gentle, yet rough and violent, but you always seem to just know which one of you I need. Please, I beg you to forgive me. I love you.

That was as good as the letter could get. I folded it and put it on the stand by the front door. An hour before school should have let out, I heard our car pull into the drive way. I heard Edward mumbling to himself once he was in the house. I waited on the couch for him, butterflies dancing inside my belly. This was the moment of truth. Would he walk away, not caring that I was here, or would he finally set me straight again? I was staring at my hands when I heard him walk into the living room.

"Why aren't you at school?" he asked angrily, throwing his keys onto the side table.

"I didn't want to go," I said not making eye contact.

"Well, I have to do shit I don't want to, but I don't stay home."

"I know, but I'm just so sad. I feel like I'm losing you," I said as I started to cry.

"Bella, I don't know what to say to you. I have been wanting to beat the shit out of you for the last week and I can't tell you why. I hate that it took you over a week to write this bullshit letter," he said as he crumpled the piece of paper and threw it at me.

"You're saying my feelings are bull shit?"

"Yes, because you are only telling me what I want to hear."

"Fuck you!" I screamed.

He moved quickly, grabbing me by my throat picking me up off the couch just to throw me down.

"Fuck me? I was arrested because of you! I had your father's buddies down my throat calling me a woman beater!" he said as his hand struck the side of my face.

A smile made its way to my face at the skin to skin contact. This was what I needed. I could feel all of my stress leave my body.

"I love you," I cried out. "I love you so much and I am sorry. You say the words and I will never see my dad again. I would give up everything for you."

"And that makes everything better?"

"I don't know how to make this better. I don't know what you are feeling," I said he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the bedroom. His hand was wrapped back around my neck once we were in our room, but he was just holding me in place, not hurting me.

"You haven't tried to show me any attention in a week. You haven't asked me to go to bed with you, you haven't cuddled with me on the couch, and you have barely spoken to me. You have done all this since James came back to town. I thought you wanted him," he said as his grip tightened on me.

"I didn't think you wanted me," I said in a rushed voice. "I thought you ignoring me was part of my punishment. You said I couldn't get off so I never made the first move. I was waiting for you to tell me what to do. As far as James goes, he could die and I wouldn't shed a tear for him. He had no right to say anything to you about our relationship. I hate him," I said as Edward's mouth crashed down on mine.

His hands roughly gripped my hair and pulled painfully and I moaned in delight. My nails dug at his neck and I know I was leaving my own marks on him. I was overly frustrated and I was going to take it out on him any way I could. I knew our fucking was going to be a re-claiming of sorts and I couldn't wait. I heard the ripping of clothes as we undressed each other. Every time he touched me, his touch was mean and rough. Our teeth sunk into each other's necks and when I bit too hard he pulled away, slapping my face.

Edward couldn't make up his mind on what he wanted. He slammed his cock into me so hard that I cried out in pain, but my pussy soaked him telling him to continue. One minute I was on my back with him balls deep inside of me and the next minute I was on my stomach while he fucked me from behind and bit me over and over wherever he could reach. He was taking his anger out on my pussy and ass and I wouldn't have it any other way. My ass burned from the spanking he was giving me and my orgasms were running down our legs. I didn't know where I began and where he picked up. We were tangled with one another.

"You're my wife," he growled into my ear as he slammed his cock into me.

"Yours," I half yelled, half moaned.

"You love to be fucked like a dirty whore don't you!" he yelled as he pinched my nipples sending me over the edge again. "You do! You don't even have to confirm it. Your pussy is telling me everything I need to know. I can be as rough as I want with you and you would never tell me no."

"Fuck! I love you," I yelled as he flipped me over on my back.

"I love you too and you are to never question my love again," he said as I clawed at his chest. I could see some blood on his neck from my nails and I smiled proudly.

"Never, but you can't doubt me either," I said confidently. "You have three seconds to get your giant cock inside me before I start to touch myself." He glared at me as he gripped my thighs, digging his fingers into my skin until I screamed in pain.

"Is. This. What. You. Want?" he asked slamming into me.

My answer was a scream of pleasurable pain. He didn't stop slamming into me until he was done filling me with his seed, marking me deep inside. He collapsed on top of me and neither one of us could breathe right. I was coughing from screaming so much and he sound as if he was sobbing. He wasn't, but we both gave each other what we needed. After ten minutes, we were a little recovered and we moved up the bed to our pillows. I looked to my husband to survey the damage I had caused his perfect body. My marks were beautiful on his skin. There were teeth marks, scratches, and he even had a bruise starting on his forearm in the shape of my fingertips.

"Thank you so much for that," I said with a yawn as I cuddled into his chest.

"I love you so much, Bella," he said pulling me closer to him. "Nothing will ever come between us."

"Never."

~twisted~

Over the next couple of days, life was pretty perfect…well as perfect as it could get for me. Edward and I were finally back to our normal. That night though, when I got home from school is when Edward decided to burst our little bubble.

"Your dad called while you were at school," he informed me as I was putting last minute touches on our dinner. "He wants you and me to go over to his house for dinner this weekend."

"I don't want to go," I said easily.

"We are going and there is going to be no fighting," he said. His tone told me he wasn't playing around either.

Assuming that my mother was still here, I had a guess as to why my dad suddenly wanted us over. And if I didn't give Edward an advanced warning, there would be hell to pay.

"But you know why they want us to go over right?" I asked as that caught his attention. "My mother is here."

I watched his face closely, surprised when a small smile crept across his lips. He walked over to me and kissed me. This was not the reaction I thought I was going to get from him. He kissed me down my neck where he began to suck. He was soft at first, nibbling lightly in between sharp nips. I moaned in need and wrapped my arms around his neck. It was when he began to suck urgently that I realized what he was doing. He was marking me for everyone to see. And he was doing it in a spot that would be impossible to cover up with clothes. I was so turned on, and I wanted to mark him in return, but the scratch marks were still on his neck, some of them had even bruised. I felt bad at first, but he said he liked it.

Before I was ready, Edward gently unwrapped my arms from around him and kissed me on the forehead.

"Let's eat dinner and then I'll take you to bed," he promised.

~Twisted~

Friday afternoon I stayed on the couch until we had to leave. It had been a long week and I was ready for a relaxing weekend. And I just knew that after dinner with my parents, a relaxing weekend would be the last thing my husband and I would get. Before I was ready Edward announced that it was time to leave and I groaned as I stood. I knew he was happy that I wasn't fighting him, but he told me that his family was going to be there as well, so that made it easier knowing I would have back up if my mother started her shit. I hadn't really talked to my dad much so I was hoping he was over the bullshit that happened at his wedding.

"Can we smoke before we go in? I feel like something bad is going to happen," I said as he rubbed my leg.

"Baby, I think you're just tired. You tossed and turned all night last night," he said.

He lit me a smoke and I let it relieve my stress before we got out of the car and headed for the door. Edward knocked and Leah invited us in. I could hear laughter and talking and that put me at ease. Edward kept me close to him and I was letting him hang on to me, giving me that physical support that I knew only he could give.

"Surprise!" my mother said as I internally rolled my eyes.

"Hey mom!" I said with as much excitement as I could muster up. "This is my husband Edward. Babe this is my mother Renee."

"Nice to meet you," he said nodding his head at her.

To my surprise, my mom didn't say anything to him, but simply gave him the once over with her eyes before returning her attention back to me. Her intentions were crystal clear. She didn't care for Edward. And she hadn't even given him a chance. And that hurt my feelings. I pulled Edward away from her without another word and found everyone in the kitchen surrounding the food that was just delivered. While we were getting pizza, Leah walked up and poked me in the neck where I knew Edward's mark lay.

"Oww," I hissed, rubbing the spot carefully with my palm, "Ask before you touch." I joked.

Instead of joking around like usual though, Leah had a concerned look on her face as she studied the mark more closely. What was with everyone tonight, and why did I feel like something bad was looming over the horizon?

"Why do you allow him to do that to you?" she asked as I walked away from her.

This was not the place or time for her to start shit with me. Especially with Renee listening in with undivided attention. After dinner, the rest of the night seemed to be going along fine and I was having fun with my whole family. Renee, Esme, and Sue seemed to get along great and Alice, Rose, Leah, and I were making plans to attend a concert that was coming to the area. When I asked Edward if I could go, he was so pleased that he offered to buy us all tickets.

I beamed happily, only to have my smile and good mood disappear as I noticed that Renee looked disgusted that I asked my husband if I could go, but I thought it was common courtesy. Finally at my wits end, and knowing that a blow up was coming soon, I stood up and looked to Edward.

"Babe, I'm ready to go home now," I said as calmly as possible.

Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes and I blinked them back roughly. I would not cry in front of everyone and give my mother the perverse pleasure in knowing that I had let her get to me. The last time I saw this woman, she was boarding me on a plane, after having accusing me of trying to ruin her marriage out of jealousy and spite. And now, she comes into town, without a word to me, not even bothering to try and see me before tonight. She has been here a week and this is how she acts towards me? If this was "motherly love", then I didn't want it. I didn't need her love. I just needed my husband, who had stood up beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Let's go," he whispered in my ear, turning us and leading us to the front door.

"Bells, before you go, may I speak with you for a minute?" Charlie asked, standing up from his recliner chair.

I looked to Edward and after he said it was okay, I followed my dad to the den that he had off the living room.

"What's up?" I asked once he shut the door.

"Your mom and I are worried about you," he said as my mom moved from the other side of the room; I didn't even know she was in there.

"There is nothing to worry about," I said softly, not looking at either one of them.

I knew this was too good to be true. That's why my mom was here. This was an intervention. A plan to get me away from Edward so they could dig inside my mind, only they weren't going to see what was really there. No. They were going to see what they had already assumed inside their own heads.

"Bella, your relationship is not healthy. You both have marks all over your necks and I can guarantee that your clothes are coving most of them," Renee scoffed, folding her arms across her chest.

"What my husband and I do is none of your business," I said through clenched teeth.

"I agree with your mom. I don't want anything to happen to you. I'm scared for you. I heard Edward tell James that the only way you were ever leaving him was in a body bag! And if you think I'm just going to sit here while that boy mistreats you, then you can think again!" Charlie yelled.

"Dad, if I truly thought that he was going to kill me, I would never, ever, be with him. Edward has a temper, but he would never kill me," I said making eye contact with him for the first time since I entered the room.

I wanted to leave them with no doubt as to where my loyalty lied. And it was not with the two of them.

"Oh give me a break! I have said it before and I will say it again, there is something wrong with you. I don't know where I went wrong," Renee said, plopping herself down into one of the chairs against the wall. Furthest from me.

"I would rather be with someone who is rough with me than to be with someone that cheats!" I defended.

If this was the route Renee wanted to go, then two could play this game. I was not going to let her make me feel bad for how I liked things inside my own, personal relationship.

"Phil has done nothing but take care of us. I'm sick of you accusing him just because you are jealous of what I have!" she said as I let out a loud frustrated scream.

"I caught him! I saw it with my own eyes! I took a picture!" I yelled.

"No need to get loud. This is not about your mother this is about you," Charlie said as he tried to calm me down.

"No! I'm done. Is this what you want? Do you want me to walk out of your life for good? It's coming up to that pretty fast. I'm done with people looking at me like I'm some battered fucking wife. What happens in my house is between two consenting adults!" I yelled as the door suddenly flew open.

"You can fucking leave," Renee said, jumping up and lunging towards Edward, trying to push him out of the room.

"Not without my wife," he said grabbing my arm and pulling me to him.

"Are you really going to grab her in front of me?" Charlie yelled.

By this time, everyone was gathered outside the den and all of them were wearing expressions of shock and disbelief. I'm sure that my own facial expression mirrored theirs. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Last week my husband was arrested by my own father and now said father was trying to pull me towards him while my husband pulled me in the opposite direction towards him.

"I don't know who you think you are, but I'm taking my wife home," Edward said roughly pulling me out of the den.

"Get your fucking hands off of her," Charlie said going after Edward.

"Stop this," Esme said getting between Edward and Charlie.

Charlie had the decency to halt his attack on Edward as Esme placed a hand on his chest. I used that moment to step behind Edward and in front of Carlisle, who promptly moved me behind him. I grabbed the back of his shirt willing myself not to cry at the sense of belonging I felt in that moment to Edward's side of the family. Alice quickly ran to my side, grabbing my hand in hers and Rosalie did the same on my other side. A united front. I might have lost my first family, but I had gained a true one in return.

"Why don't you two get out of here and you can talk when everyone is calm," Carlisle suggested, placing a hand on Edward's arm.

"You know your son hits my daughter," Renee screeched, throwing her hands in the air like she was exasperated with the turn of events.

"It's none of your business, Renee. You are the one that is on my ass about my relationship because yours sucks so badly! Your husband is a fucking pig! Edward may not be perfect in your eyes, but in mine, he is. He takes care of me, he loves me, and he is in our bed every night! You sent me away from the only life I ever knew because you think I'm crazy and I was just too screwed up for you…"

Edward cut off my rant by going into his own.

"My wife is right. I do have to thank you for sending her away though. I never would have met her if it wasn't for you. You have done nothing but judge me since the moment I walked through that door. Is this your way of pushing your daughter out of your life for good? If it wasn't for me, your daughter would have never talked to you again. When she first moved here, I was the one that got her to call you!"

"Let's just go, Edward," I whispered.

Things were never going to change with Renee and I was a fool for allowing myself to hope that they could.

"It was a mistake coming here," I said sadly.

"No, it was a mistake on our part," Sue said with tears in her eyes. "Just give us a little time, Bella. We love you and we want you here. Both of you."

I couldn't say anything in return to her, so I settled for a slight head nod that I didn't mean. I wouldn't be coming back.

"Like hell," Edward snarled. "We are leaving and my wife will not be returning to this house."

At that moment Esme dropped her hands just as Carlisle pulled her back and out of the way as Charlie's fist connected with Edward's face. Screams were heard all around the house, but I was rooted in place from shock.

"Why would you do that?" I screamed as Edward stumbled back.

I saw the blood drip from his face and I started to cry. "Are you okay?"

I moved my hands about his face uselessly, not sure how I could help him. There was so much blood! Looking around frantically and not seeing anything, I gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, not caring that we were still in a room full of people. I needed to stop the bleeding. The house was eerily silent and it wasn't hard to guess why. I knew once I removed my shirt everyone would see more bruises, but at the moment I didn't care. I stood there in just my under shirt and I heard gasps as I pulled my hoodie on.

"Are you okay?" I asked again.

"I'm fine," he muttered. I shook my head, but smiled at him softly. He was holding his anger back.

"You're not fine," I countered, giving him a light kiss to his chin. "But you will be."

"Don't leave with him Bella. Please, I'm begging you," Charlie said, interrupting us. "You're my child and I can't stand the thought of losing you."

I shook my head and linked my fingers with Edward's. "You still don't get it. I love him. He is good to me. Don't make me choose, because I will always choose him."

"You are covered in bruises," he whispered.

I shook my head once more, not even bothering to answer that statement. I was. And I loved it. But my dad couldn't see that. He only saw a victim. Not a willing participant.

Renee at this point was crying, her face bright red, in anger or embarrassment, I didn't know. But at that moment I found that I didn't care either. She came to town on a mission and she accomplished it. She embarrassed me in front of my new step family and my in-laws, but I wasn't going to give her any more satisfaction. Without saying a word to her, or anyone else, Edward and I walked out the front door. Would we ever return here again? That was hard to say. But, I knew I couldn't even think about coming back until Charlie apologized to Edward for his assault. That was, if Edward didn't press charges first.

As Edward drove through the winding streets, I gazed out the window, thinking about the clusterfuck that my life had become. When had everything gone so wrong? Why? No longer able to hold back the tears, I sobbed as they flowed freely down my face.

"It's okay, Bella," Edward whispered, holding tightly onto my hand. "It's all going to be okay."

"What's going to happen now?" I asked.

"We're leaving," he said simply. "We're meeting with Carlisle in an hour and then we'll be gone for good."

I knew that this was what was probably coming, but it still hurt to hear. It hurt to lose the family I had finally gotten, with Leah and with Edward's sisters, but I also knew that Charlie had crossed a line. And Edward was only doing what he felt was right for our relationship.

"Okay," I whispered.

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Siobhan and I are writing another story together! It will be another dark story because we are both obsessed with dark and twisted stories! We do not know when we are going to post, but put my penname on alert if you want to read it. Here is a little teaser of what is to come!

He took my life, but then replaced it with a new one. One I wasn't expecting, but one I was powerless to fight. The mind is a weak thing, not strong like others would have you believe. And with the right amount of help, it can turn its back on you and make you forget who you ever were. They called it memory repression. I referred to it as a favorable diagnosis.

~teaser~

On the walk home from school, I let my tears fall unchecked, down my face. There was no one around me to see. No one around me to care. And for this brief moment, I allowed myself to cry. To feel the sadness at being denied something I desperately wanted. Once in a while I felt like this was the story of my life. I would want something so badly or something would make me so happy, then it would just be gone. I was sure I was never going to happy. The feeling of being followed came over me once more, but I didn't care. I checked behind me once in a while, but like last time, there was nothing there. I made it home safely and bolted the door behind me. The felling was getting stronger and I didn't understand it. I even second guessed myself about bolting the door; I could just let someone take me far away from here. Who would care about what happened to me anyway? Sighing, I kept the door locked and ran upstairs to stash my school bag before beginning yet another night of cooking and cleaning up after Charlie.

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