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Title: From Within These Walls

Your pen name: ericastwilight

Characters: Edward/Bella Words: 13,184

Link:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5861774/1/From_Within_These_Walls

Warning: Rape is mentioned in this story, and has graphic scenes.

~Edward

Day 2192:

The sounds of night did nothing to smother the dreams or nightmares. I had

grown accustomed to the disturbing things that went bump in the night.

The moans of men pleasuring themselves added to my temper. The cries of those

who sought pleasure from others did nothing but outrage me. Yes, the sounds

here in Section B on the third floor of the FDC – SeaTac - Seattle, had an all too

familiar tune.

Six years, and every night was the same. There were times where a piercing

groan or wail meant the end of someone's life.

From within these walls sometimes all hope is lost, drained by the despair that

was thick in the air around us. The ones that survived were those that believed

and knew they hadn't belonged there.

I didn't belong here. No, I belonged in the arms of my beloved, my Isabella. To

this day, I'll never regret meeting her, being a part of her life. The only thing I

regret is bringing that monster to her.

A broken sob had awakened me from a pleasant dream. That sob belonged to a

young man by the name of Seth Clearwater. His cellmate Sam, a lifer, was

currently making sure Seth understood who was Alpha.

The guards, as usual, ignored. They were either compensated or they didn't care

enough to help. I tried to ignore Jeff's grunts from the cell neighboring mine, but

it was in futility.

Once the noises, the whimpers of both rape and self-gratification quelled I was

able to remember a better time. All the way back to the day I had met her.

~ Six Years, Ten Months & Two Days Ago

I had been laying the forms to pour concrete for a new driveway for the past

couple of hours. It was a scorching hot, so much so that the heat could be seen

rippling from the asphalt. I swiped my brow as sweat trickled down my neck and

back. It was well over one hundred degrees in Redmond – a first in over ten

years.

My brother Jasper, James and I were chalking a line to put up more boards when

a shadow cast over me.

" Hello," a sweet voice said. I looked up, finding the face was just as enchanting

as the voice. She had heart-shaped face, full pink lips, lightly tanned skin, and

darks curls wildly piled on top of her head. The sun glowed brightly from behind,

casting a halo-like effect around her.

" I couldn't help but notice how hot it is, and you boys working so hard," she

continued as a pink hue colored her cheeks. "I have some Pepsi, lemonade or

iced tea."

I stood up from my crouched position and offered my hand. "Edward."

Her answering smile had warmed me instantly. "Bella." Her eyes held no fear in

them; something that I had become accustomed to once someone took in my

appearance. My arms, neck, back and chest were covered in colored art. Some of

my piercings were visible to all, and others hidden from view.

Most people would avoid talking to me at all costs, not that I blamed them. At

one point in my life, I deserved that instant judgment. I had been initiated into a

gang at the tender age of thirteen.

" You don't look familiar." I said.

" Yes, I'm new to the area," she said with a timid smile. She turned and waved a

hand toward the quaint blue home across the street. "That's my place over there.

Do you live here?"

I shook my head as I heard the front door bang open. "Nope, that sorry ass of a

man doesn't live here," Jacob said loudly, but laughed to lessen the effect of his

words. "My wife and I do, though. They're just here helping me out."

Jacob clasped a hand on my shoulder and made a move to grab a soda from

Bella's small tray of drinks. She slapped his hand away, causing me to roar in

laughter.

" I don't see you slaving away out here!" she said in a teasing tone. She handed

me the soda Jacob was going to take and made her way to Jasper. Jasper's eyes

darkened for a moment, but a smile soon pulled on his lips. He'd always had

trouble being able to trust people.

" I was inside taking a bathroom break," Jacob whined, following Bella. She

swatted his hand away again and introduced herself to Jasper, who simply

acknowledged her with a nod.

" For twenty minutes," I said with a snort. Bella giggled beautifully and shook her

head. Reluctantly, she handed Jacob a glass of lemonade. James introduced

himself, and even though I couldn't blame him, he was ogling Bella luridly. It

bothered me, so I stomped on his foot behind Bella's back. He hissed, but grinned

and shrugged.

" Do you guys do any other home repairs?"

" Ah, I get it," I said, amused as a pink tinge colored her cheeks. "You came to

lure us with cold drinks to do your bidding."

Jacob laughed at Bella's shocked expression and handed her our business card.

That was just the beginning of our relationship.

__________

I was brought of my thoughts when I heard Emmett's snores turn into a roar as

he turned on his cot. The man had a snore of a damn grizzly bear.

I sat up and roughly ran my hands through my hair. I was frustrated and feeling

helpless. I took a notepad from under my pillow and pulled the pencil out.

It was times like these when I needed her most. I'd used that time to write.

Emmett's snores continued as I remembered my first day here when I met him.

Day One:

My thoughts were sluggish as the city whirled past the windows of the crowded

transport bus. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, BO and hopelessness.

My mind had been preoccupied with the thoughts of the last time I'd seen my

Bella; the anguish in her eyes, the way the tears fell like acid rain and her

screams.

The screams were the worst. They weighed heavily on my very soul, threatening

to shatter me. How could she survive without me? She'd been barely able to keep

herself together since that night.

I tried to block out the vision. I had to.

" Edward Anthony Cullen," the stoic voice of an armed guard said. I shuffled

toward him as another guard approached and handed me some clothing.

After being told the schedule I'd have to adhere to for God knows how long, I was

taken to my cell.

Dark eyes watched me as I passed cell after cell, and some vulgar words

expressed. I avoided eye contact, not wanting to piss anyone off yet. I held my

head up high, knowing that I couldn't show weakness of any kind. If I did, I'd be

someone's bitch by the end of the evening.

A low groan came from a cell, and I found a pair of wide dark eyes. He was huge,

at least six-foot-three, with russet-colored skin that was taut over a muscled

chest that put Jacob and myself to shame.

He grinned wickedly, and I knew he'd be the first obstacle I'd have to get

through. I snarled under my breath and leveled him a glare. His eyes narrowed,

and his grin disappeared.

I internally hoped that I didn't just sign my own death warrant. The guard led me

to cell twenty-three where I'd spend at least seven years of my life. Inside was a

man that would easily intimidate the dark skinned primate I'd seen just moments

ago.

His hair was dark, thick and curly, his skin a light tan color and biceps that were

the size of one of my thighs. Fucking hell, I'm a dead man.

The guard tapped on a bar with a nightstick and motioned with his head toward

the farthest wall. My cellmate complied and slid out the bottom bunk and stood

with his hands against the wall as the guard unlocked the cell with a word

through his walkie-talkie.

" Emmett has the bottom bunk," the guard explained. "You're on top." Then the

fucker laughed before locking me inside.

I tensed when Emmett quickly turned, glaring. He looked through the bars and

seemed to be listening for something. He returned his attention on me, his glare

replaced with a look of humor.

" Don't worry," he said in a whisper. "You're too pretty. I don't do pretty." I gaped

at him and shook my head. I placed the few articles on my bed, trying to ignore

him. "Fucker, you need to learn fast in this place. Trust me you don't want to

make me an enemy."

" Yeah, and I also don't want to get fucked in the ass," I retorted.

He rolled his eyes and gave me a conspiratorial wink. "Don't fucking bet on that,

asshole. You're in my place now," he said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Catcalls came from the adjoining cells.

He grinned and gestured with his hand for me to say something. Then it dawned

on me, he was trying to help me out. I didn't know if I could trust him, but I had

very little choice right now.

" We'll see. I'm not here to cozy up to nobody. I'm no one's bitch."

He gave me a thumbs up. "Fuck you, shithead." He bumped the side of the bed

and caused it made a loud noise against the cement. He grunted and once again

gestured for me to do something. I thumped my hand against the sink and toilet

and cursed. He did the same and we continued.

" Kick his ass, Emmett," someone said.

" Spread em' wide boy," another voice sneered. Emmett made a gagging face, and

I had to stifle a laugh.

Emmett groaned after a loud thump and I did the same. "Fucking truce!" he said.

" We'll see," I said with a shrug. He grinned again and took a seat on his bed.

After a few minutes, the rest of the cells quieted as I tried to comprehend what

the fuck just happened. Moreover, if was a good or bad thing.

" What are you in for?" Emmett asked after introducing himself.

" Killing the man that hurt someone I cared about."

" Fucking A," he said. "For me it was attempted murder for the same reason."

I nodded and shook his extended hand. I had a comrade.

_________________

I moved in line to get food with Emmett leading the way. He had suggested that I

rough up my knuckles to show that we at least fucked each other up a bit. I was

even sporting a black eye while he had a bruised jaw.

I could hear quiet murmurs among the others as I pass their tables.

" I heard he killed him with his bare hands and a blunt object."

" Yeah, and he knew the man, too."

" The pigs found him covered in blood while his girl lay in his arms."

I shut my eyes, hoping to block out the voices. The reminders of that night stung

behind my eyes. I couldn't show emotions like these, not here.

" Bare hands, huh?" Emmett said as we took our seats. Another man took a seat

across from Emmett, who acknowledged us with a simple nod.

" Something like that."

" Well, looks like we got a lot in common, Edward. At least you got to finish what

you started." Anger filled the tone of this last sentence. I saw the plastic fork in

his hand snap and the man sitting with us made a grab for the broken shard.

Emmett glared at him and growled under his breath. "Jeff, Richard is watching

your fucking punk ass." He motioned toward one of the guards at the end of the

hall. "I'd put that shit away now."

He nodded and smiled. "Just protection," he said lowly.

" You're fine. No one's touched you in weeks."

" Because of you," he said.

" Yeah. Don't make me regret my choice to protect your sorry ass."

A dark skinned hand snatched the apple on my tray of terrible food. I looked up

at the eyes of the man I had seen earlier.

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