CBWR? Chapter 87

Author's notes:

Just remember - you guys wanted this update!!

Remember what I said waaaaay back towards the beginning of this?

Brave, trusting souls read on...

Oh God.

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Chapter 87

“You are under arrest for the kidnapping and rape of Isabella Swan.”

There was a long list of other charges – accessory to human trafficking, possession of an illegal firearm, possession of fraudulent identification, blah blah blah.

I stopped listening.

“I didn’t rape her,” I kept saying.  “It was consensual.”

“Statutory rape, then,” the officer sneered after I repeated myself for the tenth time.

“She’s nineteen,” I snapped back at him.

He snorted.

“She turned eighteen two days ago.”

My eyes snapped shut as all the little jigsaw pieces fell together.  Another year of high school, her guarded looks when I mentioned her turning nineteen…

“Her birthday was the first time,” I said.  “She’ll confirm that.”

He snorted again, and since I refused to make any further comment, he eventually locked me up in a cell and left me alone.

Extradition from France happened a lot faster than I would have thought, and before I could truly even wrap my head around what was happening I was back in the states and awaiting a bond hearing.  I hadn’t seen Bella since she was taken out of the room in the arms of her father.

Everything inside of me just felt…dead.  It didn’t take me long to realize it was the way I had always felt before I had ever heard if Isabella Swan.  The feeling was almost comfortable, and certainly very familiar.

My attorney, Garrett Milton, sat across the table from me and read over the list of charges while I smoked the first cigarette I had been allowed since I was taken from France.

“The girl is being extremely uncooperative, which is good,” he said.

“Bella,” I growled.

“What?”

“She has a name, fucker.”  I turned my eyes up to him and watched him flinch back a little.  “It’s Bella.  Not the girl.  Got it?”

“Sure,” he said with a nod.

Garrett filled in a lot of the holes for me.  Lee Stephens – private investigator hired by her father – had obviously managed to track us to Germany.  He and his assistant lost us, though, and how they found out exactly where we were in Paris was still a bit of a mystery.  I had a sneaking suspicion I knew how, though.

I asked Garrett if he could get my phone.  It cost about ten grand in bribes, but he brought it during our next meeting.  The first thing I did was to listen to the four voice mails from R.H. on the phone.

“Time to bug, E.  We got a mole.”

“You better fucking call me back.  J. Jenks knows B’s father.”

“Call me.  Now!”

“They’re on their way.  Long-range shooter in tow.”

The only thing that surprised me was the name – J. Jenks, the document man.  Jasper had used him for years.  I tapped the phone until I brought up the recent history.

There it was.

September 13^th at 17:47 – there was a single three minute call to a Washington area phone number.  I would have been in the shower, getting ready for our date.

More than time enough to trace.

I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath through my mouth, then slowly let it out through my nose.  I should have felt angry at her, but I didn’t.  I couldn’t. 

“How old is she really?” I asked.

“She turned eighteen earlier this month.”

I reached behind my neck and scratched at the bandage there.  The supposed sharp shooter claimed he had intended to only graze me, but I was willing to be Bella’s father had requested a kill shot.

“She’s definitely giving them problems,” Garrett continued.  “They wanted to be able to treat her as a hostile witness, but then they found out you somehow got legally married before you left the country they had to throw that out the window.  Until the marriage is declared void, she can’t be forced to testify against you.  Not sure how you pulled that one off.  Of course, it would never stand up long-term, but it’s election time and the Prosecutor is up for reelection next month…”

When it came right down to it, after all of Garrett’s babbling, the only charges they thought they could make stick was the unauthorized transportation of a minor out of the country and statutory rape.

“I didn’t have sex with her until her birthday,” I told him.  Garrett just looked at me.

“Edward, you know we’re alone here.”

“I’m telling you, I didn’t.”

“You didn’t sleep with the girl you bought for sex?”

“No…I just…look, I didn’t, all right?”

“Not even a blowjob?” Garrett snickered.

“Fuck.”  I ran my hands through my hair.  “Does that count?”

“Well…yeah,” Garrett said.  “In the legal sense, anyway.  But you haven’t mentioned it to anyone, have you?”

He might have continued taking for quite some time after that, but I didn’t hear him.  I was fairly sure someone out of a Wiley Coyote cartoon had just run by and dropped an anvil on my chest and shoved dynamite up my ass.  I tried to swallow, but my throat wasn’t working.

Blow jobs count, fucker.

And she didn’t want it.

She didn’t have any choice.

She thought Aro would kill her mother if she didn’t deep-throat me.

She thought I was going to kill her if she didn’t do everything I wanted.

And I wanted my cock sucked.

I couldn’t breathe.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh God.

“I raped her.”

My head began to throb in my temples with a pain unlike anything I had ever felt before.  My vision blurred, and the room started spinning on me.  I turned and leaned over towards the floor just in time to avoid spewing lunch all over the legal papers Garrett had so neatly spread out before us.

I raped her.

I raped Bella.

More lunch.

I started getting light-headed as my short, panting breaths began to over-oxygenating my brain.

Blow jobs count.

I raped her.

Oh God.

I raped Bella.

I did.

Me.

Oh God.

Everything went dark, and I felt myself hit the floor.

I deserved whatever I got, right?

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Chapter end notes:
Ohhhh Doofy....
Truth sucks.
Gotta get a whole lot worse before...
Now I am going into hiding.  Or at least to sleep.