Arrested By You
by SparklingFae
Sam POV
I fucked up so badly. I did the very thing that I asked Bella never to do to me; I ran from our problems. On top of that, I left her when I knew she needed me the most.
What I needed was a swift kick in the ass. I had no idea how I was ever going to make this up to her, but I had to. I loved her so damn much. Somehow, some way, we had to get through this together.
I phased human just as Paul found me. I couldn't dodge his fist fast enough and took one to the jaw. I stumbled back, but didn't fight him. I deserved every blow that my brother managed to land on me.
He tore into me with brutal force and I refused to fight back. I knew I had messed up and this was just one of the many penances that I would willingly suffer through in order to atone for my error. He growled with every punch. His voice was contemptuous as he finally spoke to me.
"You just don't fucking see it, do you? She is here for a reason. She was sent here for you, you stupid fuck!"
I couldn't dispute his words at all; he was right and we both knew it.
Swing after swing, Paul slammed his fist into my face, breaking my jaw and nose. Blood poured down my throat and from my nose as he pummeled me. I gagged on it and finally stumbled to my knees.
He finally eased up after he heard the audible sound of one of my ribs cracking under his fists. I couldn't talk because of a fractured jaw, but I gave a small nod and straightened my broken nose, the crunch of the bones and thick tang of blood was enough to make me almost nauseous.
"You need to go home to her. Now!"
Paul’s voice was clipped with anger as he helped me to my feet.
I just nodded and began walking back to the home we had made for ourselves; it was slow going because of the injuries.
I hesitated at the porch, but Paul gave me a shove and a warning growl..
"Stop being a fucking pussy and make things right."
He snarled at me just as Rachel came down the hallway and glared at me.
I just gave a nod to her and headed towards the bedroom. I needed to apologize to Bella and hope she would forgive me so that I could try and make things right again.
I could hear her in the shower; she might have been trying to hide the fact that she was crying but to a wolf, the sound was unmistakable. Cringing, I removed my shirt, the pain ebbing and flowing while my bones laboriously healed. I worked my pants off and hesitantly called out her name.
I was scared shitless that she wasn’t going to accept me back, but I had to at least try.
“Bella?”
I heard a sniffle and the clatter of something being dropped, her body wash probably, before her voice choked out.
“Go away!”
I was tempted to do as she asked, but I knew we had to talk about this if we were going to make it and I would fight to the death to make it work with her.
Heaving a deep breath, I walked into the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain back just enough for me to enter, not giving her time to argue it. The sight of her tore at my heart.
She was standing there, trembling beneath the warm spray, tears were rolling down her cheeks as the heavy blood coated her inner thighs in a flow that couldn’t be stopped yet. The aftermath of our loss was apparent as we stood there in the shower.
“Oh God, Bella...I’m so sorry, honey...I fucked up. I know I did; I shouldn’t have left you like that.”
She trembled, anger and overwhelming sadness flowed through our bond, before she lifted her head to meet my gaze. Anguish showed clearly in her glassy glare. I caught her hand gently just before she struck me, my eyes wide and my breathing rapid. I spoke very quietly, my voice a low raspy tenor.
“I know you’re angry. I don’t blame you, but please, Sweetheart…”
I trailed off as she looked me over and stiffened slightly at the gasp she gave when she finally noticed my broken body. I could feel her tears as she started running her hands over my body, checking every injury that she could.
My own eyes gathered a mist of tears as she, even in her anguish and anger, still had it in her heart to tend to me. I felt useless and downtrodden. All I could do was gather her into my body and mumble my ashamed apologies over and over.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart..I know I can’t ever make it up to you but please...I can’t lose you.”
Her voice was tremulous as she whispered to me.
“Sam, you can’t live by a double standard. You told me not to run, but you did just that when it got too much for you. It’s not fair to you or me to live like that. If we are going to work, we are going to have to be honest with each other and be there for one another, no matter what.”
I knew she was right and I agreed with her; I nodded my head and murmured to her.
“I know, honey..I know..I won’t ever do that again..I need you like I need the air to breathe.”
I knew right in that moment that I wanted her to be my wife, to grow old together surrounded by our family and whatever the future held.
I was pulled from my thoughts when she pinched me to get my attention.
“I love you, Sam Uley… just don’t ever break my heart.”
She paused in her words and spoke again.
“I mean it, Sam...We need to be able to work through our problems. I want to believe you, but you will have to show me that you want this just as much as I do.”
I breathed out to her, my eyes lowered.
“I promise on my soul, Bella, that I will show you just how much you mean to me every day.”
I stared down at her for a second before I dropped my head and pressed a light kiss against her lips, begging silently to be forgiven, to be allowed back in. The kiss lasted for mere seconds, but it was enough to soothe my aching soul.
I fell to my knees and lifted my head to look up at her. I was absolutely in love with this woman, she had broken through to me in a way that no one else had before. I held my breath as I spoke my next words.
“Isabella Marie Swan...will you marry me?”
I fucked up so badly. I did the very thing that I asked Bella never to do to me; I ran from our problems. On top of that, I left her when I knew she needed me the most.
What I needed was a swift kick in the ass. I had no idea how I was ever going to make this up to her, but I had to. I loved her so damn much. Somehow, some way, we had to get through this together.
I phased human just as Paul found me. I couldn't dodge his fist fast enough and took one to the jaw. I stumbled back, but didn't fight him. I deserved every blow that my brother managed to land on me.
He tore into me with brutal force and I refused to fight back. I knew I had messed up and this was just one of the many penances that I would willingly suffer through in order to atone for my error. He growled with every punch. His voice was contemptuous as he finally spoke to me.
"You just don't fucking see it, do you? She is here for a reason. She was sent here for you, you stupid fuck!"
I couldn't dispute his words at all; he was right and we both knew it.
Swing after swing, Paul slammed his fist into my face, breaking my jaw and nose. Blood poured down my throat and from my nose as he pummeled me. I gagged on it and finally stumbled to my knees.
He finally eased up after he heard the audible sound of one of my ribs cracking under his fists. I couldn't talk because of a fractured jaw, but I gave a small nod and straightened my broken nose, the crunch of the bones and thick tang of blood was enough to make me almost nauseous.
"You need to go home to her. Now!"
Paul’s voice was clipped with anger as he helped me to my feet.
I just nodded and began walking back to the home we had made for ourselves; it was slow going because of the injuries.
I hesitated at the porch, but Paul gave me a shove and a warning growl..
"Stop being a fucking pussy and make things right."
He snarled at me just as Rachel came down the hallway and glared at me.
I just gave a nod to her and headed towards the bedroom. I needed to apologize to Bella and hope she would forgive me so that I could try and make things right again.
I could hear her in the shower; she might have been trying to hide the fact that she was crying but to a wolf, the sound was unmistakable. Cringing, I removed my shirt, the pain ebbing and flowing while my bones laboriously healed. I worked my pants off and hesitantly called out her name.
I was scared shitless that she wasn’t going to accept me back, but I had to at least try.
“Bella?”
I heard a sniffle and the clatter of something being dropped, her body wash probably, before her voice choked out.
“Go away!”
I was tempted to do as she asked, but I knew we had to talk about this if we were going to make it and I would fight to the death to make it work with her.
Heaving a deep breath, I walked into the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain back just enough for me to enter, not giving her time to argue it. The sight of her tore at my heart.
She was standing there, trembling beneath the warm spray, tears were rolling down her cheeks as the heavy blood coated her inner thighs in a flow that couldn’t be stopped yet. The aftermath of our loss was apparent as we stood there in the shower.
“Oh God, Bella...I’m so sorry, honey...I fucked up. I know I did; I shouldn’t have left you like that.”
She trembled, anger and overwhelming sadness flowed through our bond, before she lifted her head to meet my gaze. Anguish showed clearly in her glassy glare. I caught her hand gently just before she struck me, my eyes wide and my breathing rapid. I spoke very quietly, my voice a low raspy tenor.
“I know you’re angry. I don’t blame you, but please, Sweetheart…”
I trailed off as she looked me over and stiffened slightly at the gasp she gave when she finally noticed my broken body. I could feel her tears as she started running her hands over my body, checking every injury that she could.
My own eyes gathered a mist of tears as she, even in her anguish and anger, still had it in her heart to tend to me. I felt useless and downtrodden. All I could do was gather her into my body and mumble my ashamed apologies over and over.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart..I know I can’t ever make it up to you but please...I can’t lose you.”
Her voice was tremulous as she whispered to me.
“Sam, you can’t live by a double standard. You told me not to run, but you did just that when it got too much for you. It’s not fair to you or me to live like that. If we are going to work, we are going to have to be honest with each other and be there for one another, no matter what.”
I knew she was right and I agreed with her; I nodded my head and murmured to her.
“I know, honey..I know..I won’t ever do that again..I need you like I need the air to breathe.”
I knew right in that moment that I wanted her to be my wife, to grow old together surrounded by our family and whatever the future held.
I was pulled from my thoughts when she pinched me to get my attention.
“I love you, Sam Uley… just don’t ever break my heart.”
She paused in her words and spoke again.
“I mean it, Sam...We need to be able to work through our problems. I want to believe you, but you will have to show me that you want this just as much as I do.”
I breathed out to her, my eyes lowered.
“I promise on my soul, Bella, that I will show you just how much you mean to me every day.”
I stared down at her for a second before I dropped my head and pressed a light kiss against her lips, begging silently to be forgiven, to be allowed back in. The kiss lasted for mere seconds, but it was enough to soothe my aching soul.
I fell to my knees and lifted my head to look up at her. I was absolutely in love with this woman, she had broken through to me in a way that no one else had before. I held my breath as I spoke my next words.
“Isabella Marie Swan...will you marry me?”