Help Me Out

In The End..

Chapter Six (The Finale)

ALL HUMAN

(Songs that inspired this chapter: Alive by Leona Lewis and Blinding by Florence+The Machine)

I walked.

And walk.

And walked.

I had no more sense of direction. Felt nothing, really. Heard little. I could feel one thing, though. Pain. I could feel it. Worse pain than Jacob ever put me in. My heart hurt. My soul hurt. My eyes were sore. I had run out of tears.

I was so, so stupid to believe he actually liked me. I mean, he just seemed like it. He held my hand. He hugged me. He kissed me. I was just so stupid to believe someone wanted me.

I didn't know where to go now. I guess I could go home. But then he could come and find me. And I really, really don't want to see him anymore.

I turned around and started walking back home. It had started raining again, and it was nearly ten o'clock. I had been out for a really, really long time.

I put my head down and watched my feet move. Left, right, left, right, left, right...

EDWARD POV.

"You did good today, Cullen," Bob patted my back once we were back at the station. I shook my head and held it in my hands.

"Bob. I can't do it. I just can't do this anymore."

"I know it's hard," he said to me. The hell he did. He didn't have to do this over and over again. "But...you know the rule. No contact anymore. You are undercover."

"There's no way around it?" I groaned.

"Nope. Just think. You did help her."

Yeah. I guess.

I had finally locked up that scumbag.

But at what cost?

You see, it all started a few weeks ago. Monica had contacted the police reporting signs of nineteen year old Isabella Marie Swan being abused. She would show up to work every day with bruises, cuts, scrapes, you name it. I, being one of the top undercover officers in the state, was assigned to the job. I had to get close to her to get enough information out to capture the guy.

It was always the same thing, too. Take them out to dinner. Show them how great life can be. Get to know them more. Get them to trust in you. Then take yourself away from them after the job is done. It used to be hard. But as time went on, you just got used to the tears. The screaming. The yelling. The broken hearts. I was never the hurt one. No, no. I never developed feelings for my cases. It was against the law.

I knew this case was going to be extra hard from the first time I talked to her. I knew she was different than everyone else. But I could see it in her eyes. Her false sense of security in me. She never realized exactly why we moved so fast in our 'relationship'. She just accepted it. Because it was someone who loved her. Who made her feel special. Made her feel pretty.

Let's just say I absolutely dreaded what happened today.

I didn't want to hurt her. No, no, no. I wanted quite the opposite.

But that isn't aloud by law.

There was something about her. Something about the way her eyes lit up when she was actually smiling. I could tell she didn't do that often. The way she looked at me.

I could tell I was a real hero in her life. I knew these kinds of looks. They look at you like you are something straight out of heaven. I knew that look. She gave me that look. But she gave me more..