33. Bloody Misunderstandings

EPOV

I rushed up the steps to our bedroom and, in a flash, I was right outside the closed door to our bathroom. Even though Isabella’s cries were fairly quiet, I could hear them loud and clear and it was stressing me the fuck out.


She must be so confused…


I picked up the faint scent of my Bella’s dead blood, and swallowed against the slight coating of venom on my tongue. I was thankful that this wouldn’t pose any real problem for me, or my family. I have been close with Bella during her cycle many times in the past, and my siblings have attended high school numerous times where countless teenage girls were menstruating at any given time.


Dead blood is not a healthy sustenance, nor is it flavorful for a vampire. It’s just not appealing. It is dead, expired…useless. Like soured milk for humans; It was once healthy and tasteful, but as soon as the expiration date passes, you pour that shit down the drain.


She sniffled and I heard her whisper out my name before her cries grew a bit louder. She wasn’t holding them back anymore.


“Isabella, baby…” I said against the door, to let her know that I was here.


“Edward?” she sniffled.


“I’m here baby girl…it’s okay,” I cooed softly to her through the wooden door.


“Huh-uh, Edward…noooo s‘not,” she insisted through her cries.


She sounded so devastated.


My poor baby.


“Ed-ward, help…me,” she hiccupped and sobbed.


Anxiety quickly consumed me at her cry that I ‘help her’, but I was able to tame it. Or, Jasper was, anyway. My breath rushed out before I composed myself and spoke again.


“Isabella, let me in,” I coaxed with a soft knock on the door.


She gasped suddenly. “But I’ll get in trouble!” she insisted in a rushed voice.


I furrowed my brow. “No…no, you won’t, angel. Why would you be in trouble?” I asked curiously.


“B’cuz I’m nakey b’cuz my panties, Edward…they got blood on ‘em,” she said through her cries.


I smiled, glad she had remembered that particular rule, even though it was unnecessary right now. “Just let me in sweetheart…you won’t be in trouble. I promise,” I told her.


“No spankins?” she asked hopefully in a pitifully small voice.


“None,” I assured her.


I heard her feet softly padding across the tiled floor, then the door’s lock clicking open. Isabella cracked open the door and peeked up at me through wet, long eyelashes. I pushed the door open the rest of the way as she began backing away. I saw her tear stained face and tried to stay concentrated on that, alone, as I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.


She stood before me, crying, in only that tight black tank top…and that’s all. Her jeans and panties lay crumpled on the tiled floor beside the sink with a few small squares of blood-stained toilet paper on top of the discarded clothes.


Isabella began wiping the tears off her rosy cheeks with her little fists as she continued to cry. I strode over to her and hugged her to me, kissing her forehead and shushing her.


“Shhh…baby, it’s okay. Really,” I consoled her.


She looked up at me with watery, confused eyes. “Edward, I’m blee-eedin…” she sobbed out.


I nodded. “I know.”


“But why?” she asked, perplexed. Then she shook her head as a sob tore through her throat, shaking her little body. I held her tighter to me. “I promise I wasn’t a bad girl…” she stressed as tears streamed down her pink cheeks.


I felt so bad for her. She obviously didn’t know what a menstrual cycle was, and had only ever associated blood on her panties with abuse.


I kept my anger in check and thanked Jasper in our frequency for helping me keep calm and composed for my little girl right now. I could feel his influence, and gratefully soaked it all up. I knew that without him, I would be extremely angry, stressed out and panicking right now.


Isabella’s assumption that this was happening to her because she had been ‘bad’, only served to remind me of her abuse. I felt the inevitable and immense anger begin to tighten and coil my muscles before I could feel Jasper’s effort to tame it.


“Sweetheart, that has nothing to do with it,” I assured her with conviction, before gently running my fingers through her long hair and shushing her again.


After a minute, I loosened my hold on her and looked into her eyes. I kissed her runny little button nose, then whispered, “Let’s get you cleaned up…”


She nodded and sniffled in response.


“Edward…make it stop,” she pleaded desperately as I unwrapped my arms from around her body.


“I can’t baby girl,” I said sadly, reaching for her little blood-spotted panties.


She cried, looking at me with confused, pleading eyes. “But why?”


I filled the sink with cold water, plugging the small drain. I put the panties in there to soak out the blood stains, then turned back to Isabella.


“Isabella, this is what happens when you grow up,” I informed her gently.


She shook her head and insisted, “But I’m not all growed up.”


I nodded and picked up her jeans to inspect them for any stains. “I know, but Bella is, angel,” I told her pointedly.


Her cries were quieting down now. Once I was sure that the jeans were stain free, I set them aside for her to put back on later. I picked up the bloody toilet paper that lay on the floor, and threw it in the toilet, then flushed it. Isabella grabbed a wad of toilet paper, then wiped the tears away from her flushed face and blew her little nose with it. She followed my lead then, and flushed that as well.


I sighed. Now, to clean up Isabella.


“Edward, why? But, how come?” her voice cracked.


I smiled softly at her and kissed her forehead, glad she had stopped crying.


“When you grow up, baby...you start bleeding like this once a month, every month, so that maybe one day you can have babies,” I told her softly with a smile, giving her the simple explanation.


She looked adorably confused. “But I don’t want babies…and I don‘t wanna bleed,” she informed me matter-of-factly.


I nodded in understanding. “Well, baby girl…this is what happens to Bella once a month. She knows what’s going on, and she knows how to handle it,” I assured her before hesitantly asking, “Do you think Bella can come out now, sweetheart? She’ll know what to do,” I added quickly.


I knew that there was no way I was getting Marie to come out, so Bella was my only hope right now.


Isabella slowly shook her head, and sniffled before she told me, “Won’t come out, though.”


“Why?” I asked curiously.


Bella coming back into awareness right now would solve this problem really fucking quickly. But apparently, my life is never that easy and everything always has to be annoyingly complicated.


“B’cuz of Daddy…” she trailed off, reminding me that today had been a therapy day, so that meant that my Bella probably wouldn’t be around for a little while longer.


I nodded and whispered, “Okay, then.”


After a few seconds of silence, I decided be a fucking man about this and not show any weakness. At all. Any nervousness on my part would only add to Isabella‘s fear. And believe me...she was fucking scared right now. I could smell the sweet adrenaline coursing through her delectable little veins right at this moment.


“Well, that's alright sweetie pie. I’ll take care of you,” I told her confidently, with a small smile. “I have to get you cleaned up and then we'll see about a pad, or something…do you think you can be a big girl for me?” I asked.


Instead of answering me with her usual confidence and saying “yes, I’m a big girl’, she just looked up at me with big chocolate doe eyes, her little bottom lip trembling. It broke my heart.


“Edward, when’s it gonna stop?” she asked sadly, then rubbed her bare thighs together, reminding me that I had to get her cleaned up.


I sighed. “Umm…” I hedged, before finally saying, “in about a week, baby.”


This brought on a new round of fresh tears.


I just sighed and kissed her forehead, then shushed her, because I didn't know what else to do.


I squeezed her hand, before letting her go and reached for the roll of toilet paper sitting on the counter.


When I looked back over at my little girl, I saw a tiny, little red bead of blood trailing down her inner thigh, and it suddenly looked so fucking enticing. Sexy.


Oh, God…so delicious.


The scent of this blood may not be very appealing, but I didn’t say a damn thing about the sight of it.


The sight of her blood, dead or not, that close to my Bella delicious pussy was enough to make me weak in the knees. I closed my eyes briefly as the fake calm washed over me, courtesy of my favorite brother. My breath slightly hissed out as I fully regained my control. The control that had been slipping a lot lately.


I swallowed back some venom before I reached for Isabella and said, “C’mere, baby.”


She immediately stepped into my arms, so I lifted her off the floor, keeping her at arms length, and took her the short distance over to the toilet. I gently sat her down on the seat.


She looked up at me curiously, before she sniffled and said, “Don’t gotta potty, Edward.”


Christ, she’s adorable.


I chuckled. “Yeah, I know that. Just sit here while I clean you all up, and then I can go get a pair of clean panties for you to put on, angel.”


She nodded and watched as I knelt down in front of her. She kicked her legs out a bit while I wet a small wad of toilet paper in hot water, then brought it to her leg. I sat back on my heels, then gently grabbed an extended ankle and wiped at the tiny trail that the little bead of blood had made down her smooth leg.


When I got up to her knee, I looked up at Isabella’s face. I wasn’t sure how to say this without sounding like a pervert, or worse…one of her abusers. But after a second, I came to the conclusion that there really was no way around it.


So, I gave her my best reassuring smile, and said in a calm, soft voice… “Spread your legs, Isabella,” then gritted my teeth at how wrong that sounded.


Fuck me.


I was surprised when she immediately complied. No hesitance, just complete obedience. Then I remembered why…Bella told me that she’s been fucking ‘owned’ and abused before. Isabella views me as her goddamn ‘owner’, and will always give me what I want, willingly, in what she views as a sexual situation.


I was suddenly so damn angry right now, and wished that she had fought me on my request for her to spread her legs…like any other normal little girl would have.


She put the heels of her palms on the toilet seat at her sides for support, then scooted back a bit, before spreading her thighs apart a few inches, giving me access to the rest of her soft skin. She kept up her light, kicking rhythm with the other leg as she hummed lightly…watching me intently the entire time.


I stopped breathing when I caught a glimpse of her slightly blood-stained, bare pussy lips. The monster in me began purring…


Fucking beautiful…and all for me. I want to lick and kiss and suck-


Shit.


Mmm, that’ll clean her up real nice.


No.


Oh, fuck yes…


I concentrated on Isabella’s soft humming and finished ridding her left leg of that small blood trail. I stopped when I got up to her inner thigh, then wet a brand new wad of toilet paper, started on her other leg, and worked my way down to her right ankle.


I was silent and focused on the task of cleaning up my five year old’s skin the entire time.


She hummed while staying completely focused on my hands and what they were doing the entire time.


When I was done, I dropped the two bloody wads of toilet paper between her slightly spread legs, into the toilet bowl, and reached behind her to flush it. When I looked up at Isabella’s face, she was looking at me with an unreadable expression on her face.


I stood then, so that I wouldn‘t be basically eye-level with that beautiful and bare and blood-stained and lickable, tasty little pussy anymore.


“What’s up, baby girl?”


“Edward?”


“Hmm?”


“You not gonna hurt me?”


I knew what she was talking about and I just subtly shook my head. “No, baby…I’m not,” I assured her quietly, then turned and walked to the sink.


“Why?” she asked curiously.


I lifted her soaked panties out of the cold water in the sink, unplugged the drain, and started wringing them out.


“Because I love you,” I responded casually.


“But you had a lotta fun lickin on Bella’s cuntie the other night, though,” she said conversationally.


OhMyFuck…!


My head whipped around in her direction at that comment.


She was still sitting on the toilet, palms at her sides on the seat, looking at me calmly. No more tears, not even the possessive anger I had come to expect. Just…slight curiosity.


I cleared my throat and hesitated with a shrug, “Uhmm…”


She slightly cocked her head to the side. “How come?”


So I went with the truth, and admitted in a quiet voice, “Because I love her…”


I don’t know what I expected from Isabella, but her response didn’t disappoint.


She just shrugged lightly, then went back to kicking out her feet casually, looking at her lap. “Kay…”


I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, “Okay.”


She looked back up at me and nodded with a small smile then repeated, “Kay.”


In that moment, I knew her trust in me was becoming stronger. Maybe she wouldn’t keep feeling the need to test me while she’s in the bathtub anymore.


“But how come you lick on Bella and not me and Marie?” she asked, keeping eye contact.


Well, damn.


I kept Isabella’s wet little panties balled up in my fist as I walked back over to the toilet and squatted back down in front of my ever-curious little angel. Her eyes followed me until I was, once again, eye level with her.


“Because, baby…you are a little girl. You are my little Isabella. And I am a grown up. I’m a man, sweetheart. Men don’t do that to little girls. It’s wrong. It’s bad. It’s ucky,” I explained, even throwing in her special word, ‘ucky’ so that she would understand better.


She furrowed her brow in confusion, then. “But how come? Growed-ups like tasting my little kike cuntie-”


“That’s enough,” I cut her off in a curt tone, suddenly overcome with my anger. Yet again.


She hesitated, “B-But-”


I shook my head and gave her a hard look. “No…” I trailed off.


She was quiet then, waiting on some kind of response from me. I waited for Jasper’s fake calm to consume me before I attempted to speak again. This was going to be a difficult conversation, I just knew it.


I took a deep and calming breath, then concentrated on Isabella’s deep chocolate depths. I decided to keep my eyes trained there the entire time, just so that I could keep my focus and keep in mind that she really is just a baby. Just five years old…and very confused about sexuality.


“First…the word is Jewish, Isabella. And if I have to remind you again, then you’re going to take another little trip to the corner for a time out,” I warned.


Her eyes widened a bit.


“Do you understand?”


She nodded. “Yeah…”


I sighed. “Alright. And second…what I said before is true. Grown ups don’t do that to little girls-”


She cut me off. “Yes they do,” she said simply.


I tried to reign in my frustration. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation right now…with her bleeding, half naked, and sitting on the toilet while I squat down in front of her.


Lovely.


“I know…I know that happened to you, baby. But the fact still remains that it shouldn’t have. It should have never happened. It was wrong and those were bad, mean people,” I explained.


She nodded her head and hummed in agreement. “Mm-hmm…”


I nodded in return, glad that she could see reason. “Okay, so that is why I will never do that to you. Because you are a little girl, and I am a grown up. It. Is. Wrong,” I stated with conviction.


“Kay…” she whispered.


Then I asked the most awkward question imaginable and I became very uncomfortable just thinking about her answer, but I had to know. It was necessary that I know her thoughts on this matter, so that I could address those too, if need be.


“Isabella…” I hedged carefully.


She stared at me, and muttered, “Hm?”


I squinted my eyes a bit, and hesitated. “Do you…do…you want me to do that?” I asked, then quickly added, “To you?”


She furrowed her brow and stared at me skeptically, before I saw something like recognition flash in her eyes. A moment later she answered with what I recognized as a very scripted, very rehearsed answer.


“Whatever pleases you,” she told me with uncertain certainty. If that’s even possible.


See? She thinks I’m her fucking owner.


Yes, we will definitely have to work on that.


Now, I’ve been thinking a lot about this ever since the other night when my Bella explained to me a little about Isabella. She told me that the statement “you are mine” means something completely different to her, than it does to my Bella, or even Marie, for that matter.


Isabella has proven to be irrationally jealous and extremely possessive, so I have to be sensitive in handling this particular issue. I can’t just come right out and tell her, “I’m not your owner. You don’t belong to me.” She would throw a fit, she’d be devastated…she would think that I was rejecting her. She wouldn’t understand at all. The fact that she ’belongs’ to me seems to be a very vital piece of information for her...something that she clings to.


So I have decided to approach this a different way. A way, in which, I don’t change a motherfucking thing. I just go about continuing to do what I’m doing…act normal, if you will, and in the process, I will be showing Isabella that I am not that type of ’owner’, and that she belongs to me in a very different way. A non-sexual way.


It will take time.


It will take trust.


And it will be a pain in my ass.


But I love her, and I’d do anything for my little girl.


I shook my head and whispered, “No,” while keeping that vital eye contact. She kept staring at me, so I elaborated for her. “No, Isabella…that would not please me,” I stated a bit firmly.


She nodded and shrugged nonchalantly, still kicking her legs out a bit. “M’kay…”


I nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Do you think you can sit here by yourself for a minute? I have to go to the bedroom and pick out a new pair of panties for you, then put these wet ones in the hamper,” I told her while holding up the fisted panties in my hand for her to see.


She nodded.


“Don’t get up now, angel. Just stay on the toilet. You’re bleeding, remember? We don’t want any little messes on the floor,” I told her.


She nodded again and mumbled through her light humming, “I’ll stay on the potty, Edward.”


I stood then and brushed my lips against her forehead. “Good girl,” I murmured against her skin.


I saw her smile before I turned to walk back to the bedroom.


I opened the bathroom door and closed it behind me, giving Isabella a fake sense of privacy while I hunted down a pair of panties for her. A pair of cotton panties, damn it. No more lace, like the one I had balled up in my hand.


I threw the wet panties in the hamper, then went over to the dresser, and opened up my Bella’s panty drawer. I quickly chose some red and white ones. It was white with little red hearts around the waist band. I smiled, knowing that Isabella would enjoy the ‘pretty hearts’ that I had chosen for her. I went back to the bathroom and knocked softly on the door.


“Edward?” she called out.


“It’s me, baby,” I assured her.


“Kay, c’min,” she said.


I opened the door and walked in, closing it behind me, once again. I set the panties on the counter before eyeing the vanity drawers critically and inhaling. I was trying to pick up the scent of cotton and adhesive. You know…for feminine pads. But after three inhales, it didn’t do me a damn bit of good, because all I found were q-tips, cotton balls, and some motherfucking bandaids.


I sighed.


Fuck my life.


“Edward?”


“Hmm?” I muttered distractedly, beginning to open up random drawers in search of the damn things.


“But will you let other people taste my little cuntie?”


“No,” I responded, opening yet another useless drawer.


So many damn drawers.


Now I know what Marie was bitching about the other day when she couldn’t find a single, little hair tie.


“But what about girls?” she asked, out of nowhere.


“What about them, sweetheart?” I asked as my epic search for a simple pad continued.


“Does your mommy wanna taste me?”


I slammed a drawer shut without meaning to, then turned to her, exasperated. “What?”


“Your mommy…and do you got any sissys? Growed up girls can hurt lil girls too,” she informed me from her spot on the toilet with a little nod.


I shook my head in disbelief. “No. No, Isabella. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, or taste you, or hit you, or fuck you, I just…ugh, none of that will ever happen,” I told her, getting frustrated.


“Kay,” she said, then went back to her soft humming.


“Okay,” I responded, glad the odd subject of lesbianism was over.


I continued to open and close different drawers as I contemplated Isabella's most recent assumption to myself. Why would a woman ever want to hurt my Bella when she was younger? Especially since Jim seemed to be in charge and his views proved to be very anti-gay? So much so, that he voiced it regularly…enough for it to have been apart of my Bella’s daily vocabulary as a child. Isabella is just a constant of racial slurs and prejudice terms…even with that particular rule in place, she still slips up regularly. What woman would hurt her? Could it have been the spouse of one of her abusers? A babysitter, perhaps? Or, a-


My train of thought was cut off when I opened the bottom right drawer, stocked full of pads, tampons, panty liners and feminine wipes.


I smiled.


Jackpot.


“Alright, sweetie pie…I found what we need,” I stated with some relief.


“Edward?”


I grabbed a pad and placed it on top of the clean pair of panties. “What baby?”


“When can I get off the potty?” she asked with a slight whine to her tone.


“Want doooown…” she said, then kicked her feet out some more and huffed.


Okay there was a definite whine to that statement.


“In a minute,” I placated her, then reached for those wipes.


I plucked one out of the plastic package and handed it to her. She turned to look at my outstretched hand and eyed the wipe curiously.


Okay, am I seriously going to have to explain this part?


At her critical stare, I answered my own question. Yes. Yes I am.


“Isabella.”


She looked from my hand, to my eyes. “Huh?”


“Take this and wipe,” I instructed her.


She reached for the cool wipe and took it from my hand. “Wipe what?” she asked.


I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Your…little girl…um, parts,” I told her, because I sure as hell wasn’t going to say ’pussy’ to my five year old.


“My cuntie or my ass?” she asked curiously, apparently trying to get a clearer answer from me.


Christ.


I was going to have to find some new terms for my little girl to use when it comes to her body parts.


I sighed and looked at her. She had a comical, yet puzzled look on her face while holding up the wipe I had handed to her. I bit my lip to keep from smiling, then relented and said, “You know what? Both. Just go ahead and do both,” I told her with a nod, then looked away from her.


I had to start putting this pad on her new panties.


I heard her response as another simple, “Kay,” fell from her lips, but I didn’t look to see if she complied. I had turned my back and was sitting on the floor now with the panties and the pad in my hand.


I unfolded the cotton panties and placed them on my knee, then ripped the plastic covering off of the small pad. After I unfolded it, I took the adhesive strip off the back, then attached it firmly in place to the inside of her clean panties. There were little flaps on the sides of the weird thing, so I took the adhesive strips off of those too and folded them over, onto the outside of the panties. I guess those were there to keep the pad in place, or something…hell, I don’t know.


Once I had her new panties ready for her, I turned back around to look at Isabella. She had a look of utter disbelief on her face. Apparently, she had been watching me the entire time.


She looked from the panties, to me, back to the panties, then said, “Edward, I’m a big girl,” she told me with conviction, looking back into my eyes.


I nodded. “Mm-hmm, I know that, baby.”


She pointed to the padded panties. “I am not wearin a diaper,” she stated determinedly, then crossed her arms over her chest, huffing in indignation.


I chuckled at her display. “No…angel, this is not a diaper,” I assured her.


She nodded. “Yah-huh Edward,” she insisted.


I shook my head and pointed to the pad that I had stuck to the inside of the panties. “This is a small pad on your panties, sweetheart. It has to be there so that there won’t be anymore messes,” I explained.


She looked at me, almost pleading again. “But how come you can’t just make the bleedin stop…” she asked in a small voice.


I sighed. “Because I just can’t, angel,” I told her gently.


She stared at the pad for a second, before she scrunched up her little button nose and asked with apprehension, “Will it feel weird?”


I shook my head. “No, it’s thin and you probably won’t even be able to tell it’s there. Bella uses them, sweetheart, and she doesn’t think they feel like diapers…” I reasoned. “Are you going to be a big girl for me?” I asked then.


After a minute of eyeing the padded panties critically, she nodded reluctantly.


I held them out to her. “Put your panties on, angel.”


She reached for them and immediately slid her feet through the proper holes, then stood from the toilet seat on slightly shaky legs, and proceeded to bring them further up until they effectively covered her luscious little ass from my view.


I stood from the floor then, and pulled her pants off of the towel rack. I handed her back the jeans from earlier.


“Pants, too,” I insisted.


She took them from me. “Edward?”


“Yes?”


She looked up at me and smiled. “My panties got pretty hearts on ‘em.”


I smiled back, ridiculously proud that I had predicted her reaction correctly. “I know, I picked them out just for you.”


That earned me a small giggle as she slipped her legs into the jeans and pulled them up and over her hips. She looked at me when she was done fastening the button, and after thirty-seven seconds, I realized that she was awaiting further instruction.


‘Owner‘, remember? Get with the fucking program, Cullen.


Right.


“Flush the toilet and wash your hands, baby girl. I’ll be in the bedroom,” I told her, then turned to leave as I heard the inevitable flush.


Back in the bedroom, I gathered up Marie’s Ipod from the desk and reached for her box at the top of the closet. I stuck the Ipod and small ear bud headphones in there just as Isabella came out of the bathroom, then I put the box back in it’s place on the shelf.


Isabella crawled up onto the bed, then grabbed her new teddy bear and lay sprawled out sideways across the bed, a distraught and sad look on her face. I went to her and bent over the side of the bed, softly stroking the long hair out of her face.


“What’s wrong with my baby?” I cood to her softly in concern.


She held the bear to her chest and her lips pouted out as she spoke. “Tummy hurts, Edward…” she mumbled.


Ah, of course.


That’s what she was talking about earlier, when she wrongly accused Fuzzy bear of having abdominal pain. I knew it was really Isabella. My little angel has cramps.


I nodded and lightly kissed her forehead. “I know. It’s normal. I can give you some medicine to help your tummy feel better after dinner. What would you like to eat, sweetheart?”


“Icecream,” she mumbled.


I chuckled, “No, baby. For dinner,” I clarified. “You can have icecream for desert,” I assured her.


“Peanut butter and jelly,” she told me.


“No…sorry, angel. You had peanut butter and jelly for lunch,” I reminded her. “Try and think of something else,” I suggested lightly.


“Umm…”


“Umm…” I mocked with a small smile, reminding her of one of our games.


She smiled. I loved the sight of it.


“You’re so pretty,” I whispered to her, smiling down at her.


Her smile got a little wider and she giggled, her cheeks coloring with an adorable blush and her chocolate eyes sparkling in amusement.


I quickly kissed her button nose. “Now about that dinner…” I trailed off suggestively.


She nodded. “Umm…a chicken nugget happy meal.”


I knew those were her favorite, but I didn‘t want to leave the house, so I decided to suggest the next best thing. “Well, sweetie pie, I can’t do that, but I can put some chicken nuggets and fries in the oven for you,” I placated her.


She nodded, obviously agreeing to those terms.


“What vegetable do you want?” I asked softly.


“Yummy corn,” she told me.


I smiled, glad that she was cooperating. “Mmm, sounds yummy…” I trailed off suggestively.


She nodded in agreement. “Yah-huh…very yummy.”


I kissed her nose again. It was just too fucking cute for it’s own good. “You want me to put a movie on for you while I make your dinner, angel?” I asked.


She nodded.


“Which one?”


“Umm…”


I chuckled, “Umm…”


She grinned and giggled, recognizing the game. “Edward, stop!”


“Isabella, stop!” I mocked, earning me some more beautiful giggles.


My ears loved the sound.


Once her laughter died down, she answered me and said, “Big Daddy,” keeping that adorable smile on her face.


I nodded my approval, then stood back up and went over to tv hanging from our wall. After turning the tv and the dvd player on, I put the movie on and waited for it to load up so that I could press the play button.


Isabella watched the process while keeping her bear cuddled close to her. I turned back to the bed and grabbed a soft pillow from it’s spot by the headboard.


“Lift your head up, baby,” I instructed her.


She did as she was told and I slipped that pillow under her head. She smiled as she burrowed her head into the softness then turned her attention back to the tv as the movie began playing.


“Alright sweetie…I’ll be downstairs making your dinner,” I informed her.


“Kay, love you…” she mumbled in response.


“I love you too,” I told her, then kissed her forehead again before turning and heading out of the room.


Once I was downstairs, I went to the kitchen and began looking for a cooking sheet pan. I found it almost immediately and put six frozen chicken nuggets and a handful of crinkle-cut fries on it. After I lightly salted the potatoes, I put the pan in the oven and set the digital timer for fifteen minutes. I remembered Isabella’s chosen vegetable, so I got out a small pan and set it on the stove, turning on the medium heat, just like I had seen Esme do. I opened a mini-can of whole kernel corn and dumped it in the pan undrained, then added a tablespoon of butter and slowly stirred it until the butter melted. I turned the heat on the stove down to the low setting and continued to wait for the rest of her meal to finish cooking.


While I stood there, my mind began to drift back to thoughts of Isabella. I kept an ear out for her, knowing that she wasn’t very comfortable right now. She had a case of those wretched cramps, and I knew from my Bella, that her’s could get pretty bad. I remembered how she would even miss school sometimes because of her cycle.


I thought back over our time in the bathrrom. How I had handled Isabella’s confusion and the task of cleaning her up…the odd conversations. Her curiosity with my fantasy the other night. The ‘owner’ issue. I think that, overall…I did pretty well.


I remembered her unexpected and hostile comment towards Jacob this evening while they were on the trampoline together. As amusing as that was, I am going to have to address that with her. I can’t have her going around, threatening that kind of thing on a regular basis. Forced sodomy. Where the hell does she come up with this shit?


Jim.


Right. It always come back to that demented motherfucker. Did I mention how sick I am of hearing about him, and also, witnessing the results of his abuse? I seriously don’t think I can handle anymore of it.


*BEEP BEEP BEEP*


I sighed and turned off the timer, as well as the oven. I took the sheet pan out of the oven with my girl’s food on it, not even bothering with one of those useless oven mitts. After I transferred everything over to a plate and scooped some corn onto it, next to her fries, I shook the ketchup bottle and squirted some on the plate, between the meat and potatoes. After making sure everything was in place, I left the plate on the counter and ran upstairs to get Isabella.


I knew that she was hungry by her stomach’s slight growl that had begun about ten minutes ago. And I knew that she was in pain, but I couldn’t give her any ibuprofen on an empty stomach because that’s just fucking stupid. It has a warning label about stomach bleeding on the bottle, and I’m not taking any chances when it comes to my precious Bella. She needs to eat first.


I entered the bedroom, to find Isabella laying in the same spot, thumb in her mouth.


I glared at the thumb for a second, then said, “Isabella.”


“Hmm?” she hummed around it, keeping her eyes glued to the screen.


“It’s time for dinner baby,” I told her gently before changing it up and giving her a stern look.


I immediately hardened my voice and said, “And take that thumb out of your mouth,” letting her know that I could still see what she was doing, even though she was obviously trying to be sneaky in hiding her mouth behind the stuffed bear’s head.


She popped her thumb out of her mouth, and began to sit up.


“Edward?” she said, still keeping her eyes on the movie.


“Yes?”


She looked away from the tv then, and her eyes drifted over to me as she slid off the side of the bed. “My food done now?”


I nodded. “Yeah, come on baby,” I said, then held out my hand to her. “Let’s go downstairs,” I suggested.


She put her hand in mine, and I gripped it as we went downstairs. Once she was seated at the table, I put her plate of food and a glass of milk down in front of her. I wanted to wait until she was at least half-way through with her food, to start talking to her, but she started the conversation first.


“Edward?” she said while dunking a fry in some ketchup.


I put my elbows on the table and placed my cheek in my hand. “Yes, baby?”


“I don’t like Jacob Black,” she informed me, chewing on her fry.


Good.


I nodded. “Yeah…Isabella, I need to talk to you about that,” I said pointedly.


She looked at me questioningly, silently asking me to continue, and continued devouring her small chicken nuggets.


“Umm…Isabella, why did you say what you said to him?” I asked.


She quirked an eyebrow at me and gave me a small smile, then tilted her head to the side a bit. Amusement lit up her chocolate eyes. “What did I say to him?”


I sighed. “You know what you said, baby…” I told her, not wanting to repeat it.


She nodded and swallowed. “I told him that I was gonna shove Marie’s pink rubber cock up his ass if he ever said that Bella should satisfy his friend again…”


“Yes.”


“Yah-huh…”


“Isabella, why?”


“B’cuz he was talkin ‘bout getting Bella hurt,” she said as if it should have been obvious, then took a drink of her milk.


I nodded. “Yes, but why did you threaten him with that?”


“B’cuz that’s what happens to people who try to hurt Bella,” she replied, then popped another fry in her mouth.


I took a chance and asked, “Like who?”


She stopped eating then and stared at me. After sucking on her lips for eight seconds, she spoke. “The only people I couldn’t stop from hurting us was Daddy and the meanie doctors, Edward. But’chya know…I made sure that anyone else was sorry they ever tried to hurt us,” she informed me.


I just nodded. “Oh…okay.”


Isabella continued to eat then, and stare at me in silence.


Three minutes later, I spoke. “Baby-”


“You wanna know how?” she asked, interrupting me.


I nodded. I wasn’t surprised that she had anticipated my next question.


“I learned how to hurt people from my daddy, Edward,” she informed me. “He taught me lotts…” she trailed off and stuck a ketchup-dipped nugget in her mouth.


She leaned back in her chair and stared at me as she chewed.


I was apprehensive of her future behavior...now, more than ever. Knowing that she had learned different techniques from that sick fuck, himself, had me extremely worried. What had she done? What is she capable of? Do I need to be this concerned with Marie as well? I know that Marie is violent and enjoys it, but…to what extent?


I leaned back in my seat and looked back over at my little angel. I was suddenly so overwhelmed with the possibilities of what was to come.


“Isabella, baby…I need you to give me that thing you threatened him with,” I told her firmly.


She shook her head.


“Yes,” I insisted.


I couldn’t leave something like that in her hands. It’s a fucking weapon to her…and it's a goddamn dildo, for Christ sakes.


She shrugged. “Don’t know where it is.”


I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at her. “Are you lying to me?”


Her eyes widened a bit as she shook her head, silently telling me ’no’.


“Then how do you know about it?” I pressed.


She was quick to answer. “It’s Marie’s and it’s in a box and it’s pink and it’s new and I dunno why she has it and-”


I relaxed a bit. “Okay, baby,” I interrupted her, believing her words.


The fact that it was new and still in it’s original packaging made a lot of sense. My fingers have been inside of my Bella. And Christ, she is so fucking unbelievably tight. I shuddered, remembering that tight, wet heat.


So fucking delicious.


Yes. She is definitely still a virgin.


I sighed. “Isabella, whether you know where it is, or not, I don’t want you to ever threaten someone like that again,” I told her.


She narrowed her eyes at me a bit, then looked away, focusing back on her plate and began scooping her corn around with her little spoon.


“I mean it,” I insisted when she hadn’t responded.


“Too bad...” she mumbled.


I raised my eyebrows at her mumbled response. “What?”


She looked back at me, noticing my slightly raised voice. “I said too bad,” she told me with clear defiance in a louder voice.


“Isabella, listen-” I started, but she dropped her spoon and cut me off.


“No, Edward - you listen. I don’t care what anyone says, I will never let anyone hurt us. And Marie is the same way. I been doin this for a really long time, and I’m not gonna stop just b’cuz you said so. I know how to stop people from hurtin Bella. I know how to stab people. I know how to burn people. And I sure as hell know how to fuck someone's ass. That gets their attention real quick. Nothing you do, or say will stop me. Got it?” she finished, cocking her head to the side a bit.


I glared at her. “No, young lady…I don’t got it, I -”


“Do you want me to let people get away with hurting Bella?” she pressed, interrupting me again.


I shook my head. “No, but-”


“Then shut up and say thank you,” she told me with a glare of her own.


“Isabella, that is enough!” I told her, completely fed up and exasperated.


I slammed my palm down on the table top.


“You are a little girl, and you have no business being violent with anyone or anything. You shouldn’t have to worry about keeping Bella safe - that is my job. Bella is my mate, I will take care of her. Do you understand me? No more threatening people,” I insisted.


She crossed her arms over her chest as we continued to stare each other down. We seemed to be having a lot of these staring contests lately. After a minute we both seemed a little calmer, and she spoke first, breaking the silence.


“Edward, it's my job,” she insisted in a quieter voice. “B'cuz I was here first,” she pointed out.


“It’s not your job anymore,” I told her in a quiet voice of my own.


She just shook her head. “I can’t stop.”


“Yes, you can,” I countered quickly.


“No…I can’t,” she told me, sounding almost resigned.


I sighed, getting frustrated again. “Isabella, if I ever hear about you threatening someone like that again, you’re going to be in a lot of trouble,” I warned, trying to figure out a way to dissuade her from threatening that kind of violence. The violence that Jim had taught her.


Her eyes flashed with anger and I saw how her jaw clenched before she yelled through gritted teeth, “Fine!”


“Fine,” I relented then quickly added, “And watch that attitude, young lady,” I warned her.


She went back to her dinner and a minute later, I suddenly remembered the other day when we were in Port Angeles and Marie had fought off an attacker.


“Isabella…”


She looked up at me, questioningly, and stuck some corn in her mouth.


I kept eye contact and spoke carefully, with determination. “I want to make this very clear. If you ever find yourself, or Bella, in a situation where you know that some one is going to hurt you, and I’m not around for some reason...then I want you to do everything in your power to prevent that from happening. Kill them, if you have to,” I clarified for her.


She got a wicked gleam in her eye and smiled then nodded, but I continued on before she could get her hopes up too high.


“But I absolutely will not tolerate you making random threats of violence towards people. That is what I was talking about a minute ago. Forget the threats and just do it, but only if you’re forced to,” I insisted.


“Threatening people is wrong, Isabella. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’d be in a lot of trouble if I heard you threaten someone again. You’ll find yourself over my knee faster than the words ‘I’m sorry Edward’ can come out of your mouth, and I don’t care how much you apologize or cry, I won’t stop spanking your bare ass until I think you’ve learned your lesson,” I threatened seriously.


I was being such a hypocrite…telling her not to threaten people with threats of my own. But I didn’t know any other way to discourage that kind of behavior. I mean, if she thinks that something bad, or unpleasant, will happen to her if she does a particular thing, then that will usually dissuade her from doing it.


Right?


The threat of one of those wretched spankings should do the trick.


I’m a fucking genius.


She just shrugged and stuck the last chicken nugget in her mouth.


When she swallowed, I insisted, “Isabella answer me and tell me what your new rule is.”


I needed to know that we were clear on this subject, and that there was absolutely no confusion on her part.


“No more threatening people,” she said simply.


I sighed in relief. “Good girl.”


“Edward?”


“Yes?”


“My tummy hurts,” she told me, then started to drink some more of her milk.


I nodded. “Save some of that milk, baby girl.”


She stopped drinking and set the cup back down on the table, gazing at me curiously.


“You’ll need it to take your pain medicine,” I pointed out.


“Kay,” she said, then began kicking her feet out a bit.


“I’ll go get it,” I told her, then got up from my seat at the table.


I had decided to just forget about the stupid stomach bleeding ibuprofen that I had seen my Bella take for cramps in the past, and just go with the narcotics that I knew Carlisle had in his study. There were a few different kinds, saved specifically for times when my Bella would eventually end up hurting herself in one way or another.


When I arrived at his office, I strolled in and retrieved his black medical bag out of the closet. I opened it, then grabbed a few prescription bottles, all made out to my Bella, and selected the percocet. I carefully opened the bottle and poured out one pill onto the palm of my hand, then pressed the cap back on and tossed the bottle back into the medical bag. After I put Carlisle’s medical bag back in the closet, I grabbed the portable weight scale and his leather bound journal, then left the room and went back downstairs to Isabella.


She wasn’t in the dining room anymore, but in the kitchen. I grabbed her glass of milk off the table and walked into the kitchen just as she was beginning to go through her lollipop stash with a smile on her face.


“Edward?”


I put her cup of milk down on the counter. “Yes baby?”


“Can I have a lolly instead of icecream?”


I nodded. “Yes sweetheart, but you need to take this medicine first, and then I need to weigh you and record it in this book,” I said, holding the percocet pill out to her.


“Kay,” she said, then took the pill out of my hand and popped it in her mouth.


After she used the milk to swallow it down, I placed the weight scale at her feet.


“Hop up on the scale for me, baby,” I instructed gently.


She distractedly stepped onto the scale, turning her body slightly to the side, still going through the bowl full of lollipops, obviously trying to make a decision on which one to have tonight.


While I was waiting the short time for the numbers to appear, I prayed and hoped, and prayed some more, that she had gained at least one pound. I wanted it so bad, I almost couldn’t see straight.


“Edward?”


The screen lit up with two numbers then. 9 and 7. So 97lbs? Last time it was 98. But I had subtracted two pounds due to her shoes still being on. Isabella was barefoot now. So…so, okay, does this really mean that she gained a pound? Or lost a pound?


Fucking hell.


I sighed in frustration and opened the leather book, intent on just recording the answer and waiting until next week to see any kind of developing pattern. After I quickly jotted down the number 97, I looked back over to Isabella.


She was staring at me.


“What?”


“I asked you a question,” she informed me.


“Sorry, angel. I was distracted. What’s up?”


“Blow pop, Ring pop, or Tootsie pop?” she asked, holding up one of each, all different flavors.


I shrugged. “Step down off the scale,” I told her.


She did, so I bent down to pick it up.


When I was standing in front of her again, I answered her question. “Well, baby…you had a ring pop earlier, so it’s really a question of whether you want gum or chocolate when you’re done with your lolly,” I told her.


“Chocolate.”


“Then a tootsie pop.”


She nodded and unwrapped the blue paper from her candy quickly, then stuck it in her mouth, where it would set up camp for the next hour, or so.


I kissed her forehead, glad to find that her fever was staying away. “Go back upstairs angel, your movie is still on. I’ll be up in a minute,” I told her.


She didn’t answer, just silently nodded while twirling that lollipop around in her mouth. I watched her disappear up the stairs before I brought her empty plate in from the dining room and began cleaning up the kitchen. I worked at my natural speed, so I had the dishes washed and put away in less than a minute. After I wiped down the counters, I switched off the lights, then went back upstairs.


Isabella was laying on her belly in the same sideways position on the bed again, head on a pillow, eyes glued to the screen, and a tootsie pop in her mouth. I immediately layed down next to her and stuck my nose in her hair, then began softly trailing my cool fingers along her back. When I got to her lower back, I would rub soothing circles into the tense muscles I found there, knowing that they were caused by her cramps. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her small body closer to mine, snuggling with her and nuzzling my nose in her soft neck and silky hair.


Mmm…smells so good.


I relished in the burn of my throat while we watched the Adam Sandler movie. It was pretty funny, but all too soon, there was a scene of two men casually kissing each other. I knew of the scene, having seen this movie before, but didn’t think anything of it until now. I braced myself, knowing Isabella’s inevitable questions would come soon.


“Edward?” she mumbled around her candy.


Here we go…


I kissed her hair one more time. “Yes, baby?” I asked softly.


“How come those two faggots are kissing like that?” she asked curiously and sighed as my hand kept softly massaging her back.


I stopped rubbing her back then, and patted her bottom in warning. “How come those two…what?” I asked.


She shrugged. “Well…Edward, I dunno another word for ‘em,” she admitted.


I nodded and went back to rubbing small circles into her lower back. “Okay baby…from now on, just use the words, ‘gay people’ or ‘homosexuals’,” I told her.


“Kay.”


“Okay,” I said, then kissed her hair again.


After a minute she spoke up. “Edward?”


“Yes, sweetie?”


“How come those two homosexuals were kissing like that?” she asked in the same curious manner.


I chuckled and shrugged. “I really don’t know baby. Maybe they love each other,” I guessed.


I watched as she scrunched up her button nose in the most adorable way. “Ucky,” she whispered.


Ten minutes later, I was still snuggling with my little girl. She was so soft and warm…smelled so fucking intoxicatingly delicious too.


I kept up my gentle, trailing fingers along her back and soon she began to moan sleepily and mumble around her lollipop.


I slowly rolled her over onto her back beside me, and looked at her face. Her chocolate eyes had a slightly glazed over look to them. I knew the pill was beginning to take affect.


“How do you feel, angel?” I asked her softly.


She popped the candy out of her mouth and replied, “High.”


I knew that, but didn’t expect that answer from her.


I furrowed my brow. “How do you know what high feels like, sweetheart?”


“Daddy showed me,” she admitted in a soft, sleepy voice.


I sighed.


Well, of course he fucking did.