You Belong to Me Chapter 3

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Chapter songs: "Danger" Nikki & Rich

“Piece of my Heart” Janis Joplin


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~~~Chapter 3~~~

BPOV


My hands trembled as I hung up the phone. Blood. There was so much blood...


APOV

I threw open my bedroom door and ran briskly down the stairs.

“Emmett, Emmett! I need you now. Hurry! We have to get to Bella’s!”

I ran into Jasper as I hit the last step.

“Ally, slow down. What’s wrong?” He grabbed me gently by the arms.

“Alice, you’re screaming the fucking house down, what the hell is your deal?!”
Emmett said.

I was out of breath. I was shaking from head to toe. I knew my eyes had to be
the size of saucers. I took a deep breath.

“Bella. Bella called me.” I forced out. My eyes darting to Jasper and Emmett.

“She said, she said…” I shook my head.

“Alice, calm the fuck down,” Emmett growled at me like a bear. “What’s wrong?” I
could see it register in his eyes that something was very, very wrong.


I needed to pull myself together. Jasper looked at me with such concern in his
eyes.

“Alice, honey, calm down” Jasper said gently. “What happened?”

“Bella, well, she didn’t say much. She said that Edward was at her place with a
gun! She said there was a lot of blood!” I lost it, as I had to repeat the
words she said to me.

Emmett and Jasper looked at each other. Jasper grabbed me and dragged me with
them to the car.

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EMPOV

I have never driven as fast as I was now. A gun! Jesus, what happened?!?! Lately,
I had seen more and more bruises on Bella, but I thought it was just her
inability to walk while chewing gum at the same time. Could Edward have been
hurting her- on purpose? The way his temper has flown off the handle lately,
hell, he has the worst temper of anyone I’ve ever seen. Was she even still
alive? The entire drive to Bella’s I couldn’t focus my thoughts. Al and Jaz were
in the backseat, and Jasper was trying his best to stop her from
hyperventilating. As I pulled onto Bella’s street, I saw the flashing lights, an ambulance.

I never thought that my dad taking us to a gun range and hunting, would result
in Edward using a gun on someone. Especially Bella.

What was he thinking?

CHPOV

What I like best about being the police chief in a small town like Forks is
that we are a close-knit town that has an almost non-existent crime rate. The
most “dangerous” criminals we have are the teenagers, and their occasional
vandalism and the out-of-towners who think they can drive whatever speed they
want to, through my town. Today is just a normal day, and I’m sitting at my desk
playing cards with my deputy, Sam.

“That’s five hands in a row that you’ve beat me now, Sam. Did you mark this deck
or something?” I grinned at him.

“Chief, you are just so easy to read. It’s clear to see where Bella gets it
from.” The phone rang giving me time to glance at the cards in my hand one more
time.

“Sam, make yourself useful and answer that call while I make us some coffee.”

“I’ll get right on that, Chief,” he laughed and answered the phone. “Forks
Police Department. This is Sam. How may I help you?”

He grabbed and looked at my hand of cards I had just placed on the desk. I
cleared my throat and rolled my eyes at him as I started brewing the coffee.

“Slow down, I can’t understand you. A shooting?”

I quickly went to Sam as he tried to gather information from the caller.

“What’s the address?” he asked. His expression changed and his face paled. “Can
you please repeat the number? 184?”

Sam looked me in the eyes and I knew immediately. Bella.

I tried to snatch the phone from Sam and he jerked away from me.

“You've already called the paramedics? Good. Stay calm. We’re on our way.” He
hung up the phone.


“Bella?” I asked him worriedly, as we almost sprinted out the office door to the
cruiser.

“I don’t know, Chief. It wasn't her on the phone. Paramedics are on the way and
will probably beat us there.”

I tried to get in the driver’s side door and Sam stopped me.

“Chief, I think you should let me drive.”

I tossed the keys to him as we got in the car.

“Sam, drive as fast as you can,” I ordered him.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Chief.”

BPOV

My eyes bugged out of my head as Edward pulled the gun from the waistband of his
jeans. He cocked the gun and showed it to me. Did he really think I would be
scared of a gun? Charlie taught me how to shoot before I even got into grade
school. I could handle a gun as well as my dad any day of the week.

I took the gun from Edward and felt its weight in the palm of my hand. A .45
auto, nice gun, I thought. Must be one out of Carlisle’s collection. He’s the
only man I know with better tastes in guns than my dad could ever have. He even
has a 1894 Winchester 30-30 that he sometimes uses when he and the boys go
hunting for bears and mountain lions.

Edward grinned that crooked smile that I adored, with a look that dared me to
kill him, like I just told him I wanted to. “I’ll show him,” I thought to
myself.

“You ready?” I asked him as I eyed him. “1…2…3…”

I took perfect aim and pulled the trigger aiming at the tree to the right of
Edward. I knew that I would hit my mark, and I did. The bark of the tree flew off
from the impact of the bullet as it collided with trunk. The sound of the shot
wiped that crooked grin off his face and startled him, causing him to jump as I
pulled the trigger a second time. Instead of hitting the tree that had just been
in my site, the second shot hit Edward and he collapsed to the ground.

“What the fuck, Bella! You shot me.”

I dropped the gun from my now trembling hands and ran to Edward’s side.

“Holy shit Edward! You know I wasn't trying to hit you!” I screamed at him, as I
began to put pressure on the wound.

“You bitch!” he screamed through gritted teeth.

“Edward, I was aiming for the tree you fuck head!”

Just then, my neighbor ran outside, as I started yelling, "SOMEONE CALL 911!!"

"E, baby. I'm so, so sorry! I never meant to shoot you! I love you!"

I'm holding down on Edward's wound, applying pressure, and he starts screaming,
"Don't fucking touch me! You did this to me! You really want me dead?" The last
part he uttered, almost a whisper.

"No baby, no! I love you! I missed you while you were away. Didn’t I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can? Please don't ever leave me again."

I could hear sirens off into the distance.

"Please don't try and talk, E. The ambulance is almost here."

I hear a screeching sound, and footsteps running towards us.

"He's been hit. I accidentally shot him."

As the paramedic told me to move, and I hear a gasp. "ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! WHAT
DID YOU DO?!"

Charlie. He was pissed!

EPOV

That bitch shot me! I really didn't think she was going to, that she had it in
her to actually pull the trigger, but she did it. She. Shot. ME.

I'm almost surprised Bella didn't pass out from all the blood. She is a wimp and
shit when it comes to blood. Usually a small cut and she gets physically ill.

Bella wanted to ride with me in the back of the ambulance, but they had
questions to ask her.

Emmett came with me instead. I was still pissed off at Alice. She hits hard, for
being so fucking tiny!

I asked the EMT for drugs, and the good shit too, because the pain was
unbearable. I wasn't crying like a pussy or anything, but it fucking hurt!

As I was pulled from the ambulance and wheeled to the ER, I knew the “family
reunion” would happen much sooner rather than later. My dad was already there,
as he was on duty in the ER, and my mom was there too. She had lunch with my dad
everyday at 2pm.

"Oh my God, Edward. What happened? Are you okay sweetie? Do something Carlisle!"
My mother was panicking, as I was being wheeled passed her on the gurney.


"Calm down Esme. Let me see what happened. Go sit in my office, and I'll update
you as soon as I know more."

Alice went to go wait with my mom, Em and Jaz, as my dad worked to stabilize the bleeding
from my leg.

BPOV

"What the hell were you thinking, Bells?" My dad asked me.

What was I thinking? I knew better than aiming guns at people.

I just wanted to scare Edward, not shoot him. He was gone for so long. He had
left me without one single word. I wanted teach him a lesson. He HAD to stop taking me and how I feel for him for granted.

"Dad, it was an accident."

"Okay, start from the beginning and tell us what happened," Sam asked.

I proceeded to tell Sam everything from the argument with Edward, all the way up to
me aiming and shooting the tree.

"Well then, let's ride down to the hospital and see how Edward is doing,"
Charlie said.

As I walked toward the cruiser, my dad said, "Oh no. Where do you think you're
going? You stay here."

"No way! I want to be with Edward. You can't stop me!" I shouted.

"Like hell I can't. You are grounded, and I don't want you around Edward
anymore. Do you hear me?"

"Dad...Please. Let me make sure that Edward is okay, and then you can ground me.
Please."

Charlie sighed and waved his hand for me to get into the cruiser. As I was
ushered into the backseat, I began to actually feel like a criminal, like I had
done something wrong.


CPOV

"We have a GSW to the leg. What are his vitals?"

"BP's 150 over 80," said the EMT.

"Get an x-ray and call OR 1 and have it prepped. Have Nurse Hale and Nurse
Webber ready on my team. I'm going up to scrub in and it better be ready."

I was trying to mentally detach myself as I saw my son, lying in front of me
bleeding. But I was pissed! Who in the hell did this and why? While I was
waiting for the x-ray to be developed, I needed to examine his wound to see how
serious it really was. I also wanted to try to get some answers from my son.

“Nurse Webber, please get some shears and cut his pants away so I can examine
the wound more closely.”

As she cut his pants, I saw the wound was right above his knee. It was still bleeding more severely than I hoped it would be. Edward was visibly in a great deal of pain.

“Edward, how are you feeling son?”

“Like I’ve been shot in the fucking leg, dad.” he moaned.

“I know it hurts Edward. I’m going to get you fixed up soon. Do you remember
what happened to you?” Edward grimaced in pain as I began physically examining his leg.

“Tell me, Edward. What happened?” Of all of my children, Edward could even
try the patience of a saint.

“Dad…”

“Now!”

“It was…It was…Bella,” he whispered so softly that I was almost certain that I
did not hear what I thought I heard.

“What?” I almost whispered back to him. “What did you just say?”

Before I can get more details from Edward, Nurse Hale returned with the x-ray. I
felt some relief when it didn’t look like the bullet hit near the femoral
artery.

“I’ll meet you in the OR with the rest of the team,” I told Nurse Hale and Nurse Webber as they began to prep Edward for surgery.

When I entered my office, Esme jumped up from the couch where she was sitting, with her arms wrapped around Alice and ran towards me. Emmett followed Esme, while Jasper sat next to Alice on the couch.

"Carlisle, how is my boy?"

“Yeah dad, how’s E?” Emmett asked.

"The x-ray looks like the bullet missed the artery in his leg. We won't know what other type of damage he may have to his nerves, muscles and tendons until
we actually get in there. From the looks of things, I really think he should be alright."

As I hugged Esme, I felt her sigh with relief.

"They are moving him to the OR for me now, so I have to go."

"Carlisle, you better bring him back to me, in better condition then when he
came in."

"We're wasting time. I have to go."

As I entered the OR, Nurse Hale was waiting for me. It was her first year
as a nurse. Rosalie Hale skipped a few grades in high school and finished nursing school 3 weeks ago. It was odd seeing such a young girl in my ER. But she was befuddling smart. I knew I could count on her.

"Dr. Cullen, the patient is stable. We are ready when you are," said Nurse
Webber.

I got to work using the scalpel to remove the tissue that was damaged beyond
repair. The next thing I knew, I saw a change in my son’s leg that sped my heart
and the speed that I was operating on him.

As I looked down, I saw a dark blue color, and immediately knew there was a
problem that I hadn’t expected.

"There is a blood clot. I'm going to have to remove it. Everyone get ready to
act fast in case we get a bleeder."

"Yes, Doctor." said Nurse Hale.

I threw myself into my work like I never had before. The tissue surround the
clot was filling rapidly with blood and began to disrupt my view. "More suction,” I ordered.

Nurse Hale cleared the area and I began the intricate work to remove the clot.

"His pressure is dropping," Nurse Webber said.

“Just another minute and I will have the clot out.” I had no doubt that
I had to perform my best surgery ever. This is my son. Not only did his life
depend on the outcome of this surgery, but mine as well.

"Doctor, he's still hemorrhaging," Nurse Rosalie said.

"I'm close to the bullet. I see it. Right where I hoped it would be." I worked
to remove it and cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding.

“His stats are stabilizing, Dr. Cullen,” Nurse Hale said.

What felt like an eternity later I finally pulled out the slug, I threw it in
the tray and said, "Okay, let's finish this up and get the wound dressed. Great
job everyone."

As I left the operating room, I had one thing on my mind. I wanted to find
Edward’s girlfriend and find out why the hell she put a bullet in my son’s leg.

BPOV

I felt nauseous as Sam pulled up to the hospital in the cruiser. Dad got out and
opened my door. He grabbed me by the arm as I got out and I winced.

“What the hell is wrong with you Bella?” He looked me in the eyes and he could
see that it wasn’t just mental pain that I was feeling right now. “Are you hurt,
Bells?”

I shook my head. “No, dad. I’m perfectly fine. It’s nothing.” As I tried to pull
my arm away from Charlie, as he pulled my shirt sleeve up and gasped. I looked down and
saw a bruise on my arm. It was very clear to Charlie what caused it, since the
bruise was the shape of a handprint, Edward’s handprint.

“I can’t believe that son of a bitch did this to you, Bella!” he said through
gritted teeth.

“Dad.”

“Don’t you ‘Dad’ me right now! Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“I’m fine. I need to see how Edward is. It’s my fault that he’s here.”

“From the looks of things, he got exactly what he deserved,” Charlie grumbled.

“Char—Dad, how could you say that?” I said softly. “Please, I have to make sure
he’s going to be ok. I love him.”

The admissions clerk told dad that Edward was in surgery, so we went to the waiting room to wait for Carlisle. The room was empty, I wondered where his family was.

“It shouldn’t be long now, Charlie,” Sam said. “I just checked with the OR receptionist. Carlisle is closing up.”

“Did she say..”

“Bella, she didn’t tell me anything other than the surgery was almost over.”

I slouched down into the nearest chair and dropped my head in my hands. I can’t believe this is my life!
Charlie sat next to me and clasped my hands in his.

“Honey, just breathe…”

“You,” said a voice overflowing with such contempt that I cringed back deeper into the seat. I looked up into Carlisle’s eyes that were burning with anger.

“Carlisle, watch how you talk to my girl,” Charlie said as he stood and was now toe to toe with Carlisle.

“Bella, you shot my son! Why?!?! Why would you do such a thing?!” he screamed at me.

“Carlisle, I didn’t mean to, it was an accident,” I told him weakly.

Carlisle tried to step closer to me and Charlie stopped him.

“Carlisle, it WAS an accident,” Charlie said.

“Accident my ass!” Carlisle shouted again. I saw Esme, Emmett, Alice and Jasper coming down the hall to see what was causing the commotion. “Charlie, your girl knows how to shoot a gun, there is no way that she didn’t mean to do this.”

“I love Edward. I would never…I would never hurt anyone I love on purpose,” I whispered.

“That’s right Carlisle! She wouldn’t hurt a fly let alone your god damned hot tempered son!” Charlie defended me. Then he shocked me by pulling up the sleeve of my shirt where I was bruised. “Look at that! Do you think she put that bruise on herself!”

I heard Alice gasp, as she saw the bruise forming on my forearm. I gripped the sleeve, pulled it down and covered the bruise.

“The gun that I have as evidence right now, Carlisle, it is out of your collection!”

Carlisle appeared totally shocked by my bruises and the fact that it was his gun that had shot Edward. Suddenly, his eyes glassed over.

“Shooting Edward isn't the first time that your child has hurt someone,” Carlisle said in a near triumphant voice.

My heart began pounding heavily in my chest. I felt the walls about to close in. He promised.

“Carlisle, please...don’t,” I begged.

“Don’t what Bella! You don’t want me to tell your dad that you tried to kill yourself!”

Charlie looked as if someone had slapped him in the face. I heard Edward’s family and their collective shock resonate in the hallway.

“Bells…” Charlie questioned me.

“Dad, it wasn’t like that. I didn't.” Oh God, I didn’t know what to say. My world was collapsing all around me.

“You didn’t!” My best friend chose now to find her voice. “What would you call it, when I come in your room and you have a razor blade to your wrist? I don’t think you were trying to shave. If my dad and I hadn’t gotten to your house when we did, you would be dead and my brother wouldn’t be hurt by someone who allegedly loves him!!”

“Bella,” Esme looked at me. “It was you? You shot my son?”

“No, Esme, I didn’t do it on purpose, he…”

“Stop right there,” she said angrily. “I want you out of here and I want you gone now!”

Charlie grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. I don’t want my daughter anywhere near your son, just like you don’t want my daughter near him. Once an abuser, always an abuser; and I’ll be damned if I allow him to put his hands on my daughter in anger ever again.”

As we prepared to leave the hospital, I knew my life would never be the same again.

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EPOV

What the hell was up with all the beeping and clattering, I thought as I
awakened through what could have only been a drug induced haze. Then it hit me,
I’m in the hospital. Bella. She fucking shot me in the leg. Could I really blame
her though? I was the one who gave her the God damned gun.


I needed to see Bella and I needed to talk to her now. I struggled with the
narcotics in my system and opened my eyes. Next to my bed was not the person
that I needed, it was my mom.

“Edward, honey, how do you feel?”

“Mom,” I croaked. Damn my mouth was parched. I had to fight to get the words out. “I’m fine, mom.”

“Oh, Edward, you had us all so worried.”

“Mom, Bella. I need to see Bella.”

“Honey, she’s gone.”

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Had something happened to her? I heard the
beeping of the monitor beside my bed accelerate, as all my worst fears were
running through my head.

“Edward, calm down son,” my dad said as he entered my room. “Are you in pain?”

“No, dad, I don’t feel much of anything.”

“Then what’s wrong,” he demanded.

“I need to see Bella, dad. Mom seems to think she’s gone. I think that’s
bullshit. I want to see her and I want to see her now.” The beeping continued to
increase as I began to struggle to get up. If they weren't going to get her for
me, I’d fucking find Bella myself.

My dad shoved me back into the bed.

“Stop it now, Edward!” dad yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Bella!” I screamed. “Bella, where are you?!!” Mom leaned over me with
tears in her eyes. “Mom, I need her. She belongs to me. I need Bella. I have to
see Bella.”

“Edward, you can’t see her. She’s not here.” The tears streamed down my mom’s
face. It was almost like she could feel the pain that I was feeling.

“Call Charlie, please mom. I need my fucking girl! Have him bring her.” I was
almost frantic at this point. She put her hand to my cheek.

“Edward, Charlie sent her back to Arizona. Back to her mom.”

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