EPILOGUE.

Sighing happily into the feathers of my pillow, I clutch it tightly to me while I turn over in the bed. Angling my body away from the door, I watch as the cool nights breeze causes the satin curtains to sway back and forth in the darkness. I rub my cold feet together under the sheets and close my eyes; letting sleep take over...

Creek.

Immediately, a shiver runs down my spine―not the kind you get from the cold.

My eyes open and I can feel somebodies pretense behind me.

Everything is so quite, I can almost hear the blood rushing through my body.

Creek, goes the floor boards once again.

Suddenly, I am completely aware that I am no longer alone.

The floor boards creek as the person softly walks around the bed.

I clench my eyes closed, while they stand in front of me now.

The leather of their jacket crinkles as they bend down. I know this because I can feel their minty breath fan my face.

Their fingers brush lightly against my skin―over my forehead and down my cheek, resting at my chin; they cup it in their hand.

"Edward," I sigh lightly as I kiss his hand.

His hand moves along my face, sitting in my hair. When he pulls roughly, my eyes immediately open.

I gasp, because the man in front of me is not Edward.

I try to move back in my bed, but his grip on my hair tightens.

"No..." I whisper, trying to pry his fingers from my hair.

"Yes," he smirks.

He pulls my face close to his―so close, I can see the yellow tint in his eyes.

"You're dead."

He shakes his head, bringing his lips to my neck.

"I came back just for you," he whispers against my skin.

I push at his chest, and struggle in his grasp, but this only causes him to laugh as his tongue slides up and down my collar bone.

"You've grown," he says pulling back just a little. "You're curves are so much more defined, and your tits," he licks his lips while he slides his hand down to cup my breasts. I scream as he pushes up my night dress and lowers himself over me.

I scream as loud as I can.

I scream, even when my throat hurts and I feel like I can't scream any longer.

I kick.

I punch.

I scream some more.

Suddenly a different pair of hands grab my wrists and I'm pinned to the bed.

"Bella," he says. "Bella, wake the fuck up."

When my body begins to shake, I open my eyes. I'm finally met with the pair, I wished had been in my dream and relief washes through me. Edward wipes my tears away from my face, and pushes my matted hair away from my face. My breathing is erratic, and I push away his hands, while I sit up―leaning against the headboard, trying to catch my breath.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head and whisper, "no."

"James?"

I nod, forcing myself to meet his eyes.

Edward sighs and wraps his arms around me, kissing my blotchy cheeks. "He can't get you."

"I know," I say.

"Maybe you should go back to Dr. Gerandy."

I glare at him, and shrug his arm off of me as I climb out of bed―the floorboards are cold against my bare feet.

Edward sighs behind me, from the bed.

Walking into the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of wine. Leaning against the counter, I hear the bedroom door creep open and Edward stands in the doorway―a tight white shirt clings to his chest, while his blue and gray stripped pajama pants hang low on his hips, his hair is as messy as always. Tearing my gaze away from him, I look down into my wine glass, and bring it to my lips―taking a large gulp.

Edward sighs and walks over to me, pulling the glass from my hand and sitting it on the counter beside me. He places one hand on my hip, and the other on my neck―cupping my cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "You've been doing much better off of your meds. I'm sorry I even brought it up."

"I haven't had a dream like that in like..." I pause to think, "2 years."

Edward sighs, "well, it's getting close to that time again. The nightmares always come back around this time."

I rest my forehead on his shoulder. "I know."

Pulling back, Edward looks down at me.

Closing my eyes, I wait for his lips to match mine. When they do, an immediate tingle goes down to my crotch. I smile against his mouth, because of how he can still make me feel like this, with just one touch, after this long of being together. Suddenly, the kissing goes much harder and his hands move to my hips―picking me up, and placing me on the counter. I open my legs for him, and he presses himself into my center. I moan into his mouth, and his hands immediately go to my breasts, while he places open mouth kisses on my neck―

Suddenly, a throat clears behind us.

We both freeze, and I smile against his mouth, while I peek past Edwards head at Rose who is leaning against the kitchen doorway.

"I thought this was going to stop."

Edward throws his head back in laughter. "I'm sorry Rose."

"Seriously," she says, waving her hand between us. "I'm sick of walking in on you two fucking on the counter. You know, Emmett makes his bolgona sandwiches there."

Edward pulls back, and fixes his pajama pants causing Rosalie to sigh in disgust.

I laugh as I hop off the counter.

"Just take it to the bedroom, next time," she says, walking to the fridge and grabbing a can of whip cream.

My gaze shifts between the can and her face, and I give her a knowing look, which causes her to smirk and I laugh.

When Rosalie disappears down the hall, Edward grumbles. "Why do we let them live here?"

I laugh, pulling Edwards hand towards the bedroom. "Come on babe. Lets see if we can make more noise then them."

Later that night, I lay naked under the covers and watch my husband sleep beside me (I will never get use to calling him that). I watch his chest rise and fall with every breath and his eyes twitch as he dreams about me and our future together. I think about the past and the struggles we had to overcome to be where we are now. I have been Edwards Cullen's wife for 4 months, 22 days, 20 hours and 56 minutes. I glance at the clock on my nightstand, just to double check.

The trial was long and exhausting. They couldn't even charge Aro's family without all the evidence, and most of the evidence was missing in the woods. It took days for the police and search and rescue to find all of our classmates in the woods, and they still haven't found all of them and it's been almost 5 years. Jessica Stanley froze to death during our time in the woods. Micheal Newton and Tyler Crowley had their necks slashed, trying to run. Angela Webber and Lauren Mallory still have yet to be found. It took the police weeks to find the camp, along with the bus. But eventually, Aro's family was charged with a number of things, including manslaughter, murder, possession of narcotics and firearms, kidnapping, hijacking and the list goes on.

Geroge Banner and William Brady (the bus driver) finally got the funeral they deserved.

For a long time after what had happened, I wouldn't talk to my father. Edward had encouraged me to do so, but I refused. I was still so mad at him, and felt as though I was unable to forgive him. Part of the reason why I never went to him, was because I wasn't sure what he would have used that money for, and I wasn't even sure I wanted to find out. But mostly, it was because I felt so betrayed and hurt that he would even do such a thing. A couple days after the trial, I did finally talk to him about the subject. Turns out, he never even took the money. It was offered to him, and it was a hard decision, but he declined. He had told the Hale's that he would keep their secret if they helped him bust Aro and if Mr. Hale promised he would go to rehab and get some sort of counselling.

The next year, Edward and I moved out and got a place of our own.

When everything was all said and done, we all had baggage. Living with Edward was not easy. We fought like crazy, we didn't get a long on most things and to top it off―we were both still recovering from a traumatic experience. I had nightmares so bad, I refused to sleep. Edward started smoking and drinking on a regular basis. Neither of us were there for each other like we should have been. I started seeing therapist and was prescribed medication to help me sleep; it helped for a while, until they stopped working―my body was becoming immune to them.

One night, I couldn't sleep. So, I took a pill. I waited for them to set in, but it didn't. Eventually, I took another and another. Nothing was happening, I wasn't anywhere close to sleep. That night, I ended up taking 12 sleeping pills. I don't remember much about that night, but when Edward came home from work, he found me―in bed, my mouth was foaming and I was shaking. He called 911, and has been sober since. After that, I refused to take any more medication. I still have nightmares, but I find that sleeping next to Edward helps.

Rosalie and Emmett had a miscarriage that year.

Jacob went to college across the country, and I haven't seen him since. I talk to him on Facebook every once in a while; he's doing good. He's married now, and has a baby on the way.

A year later, Alice took her own life. She was having nightmares, much like I was except she was having a harder time dealing with them. She had been in and out of hospitals since the incident happened in the woods, those many, many years ago but she wasn't able to deal with the death she saw, what she witnesses and had to go through, and the guilt she had from all of our classmates that passed away.

I run my fingers over the small "A" on my wrist.

That year, Rosalie and Emmett moved in with us and Edward asked me to marry him.

Of course I said yes.

We've been inseparable since.

In 6 months, 2 weeks and 4 days our little family is about to get a bit bigger.

Running my hand over my stomach, I sigh happily and curl myself into my husbands side.

In his sleep, he grunts and wraps his arm around my belly.

If it's a girl, We're going to name her Alice.

I'm pretty sure it's going to be a girl though.

finally, the end.