Hello. i rewrote this chapter and made it longer.

Edward had told me everything, and he thought I had done the same. I wish I could but the memories were just too damn painful. The sound of her voice, her face, her little mannerisms just thinking of her brought fresh tears unto my eyes.

I was pulled from my thought at the sound of my Edwards velvet voice.

"Bella when did you get that tattoo" he asked pointing to my shoulder. My heart began to beat so fiercely I thought it would burst through my chest. All the possible replies passed through my head, and so did the possible reactions would he hate me?

"Bella, just tell me. What is it?" he gently question me. While lifting my head up so he could gazes into my eyes.

Staring at his gold eyes I knew that I would never be able to lie to him so I told him "Go home Edward, I will be there shortly. Okay?

"okay Bella, but why wont you just tell me here. Instead of making me wait"

" because it will be easier if I tell everyone at the same time. So just be patient" I told him before giving him a chaste kiss and sending him on his way.

God, how the fucking hell will I explain this to them, I thought to my self while making my way to the bathroom that Charlie and I share. As I reached to turn the shower on I remembered that I need clothes, walking back over to my closet. "what should one wear when going to break difficult news?" I pondered aloud, while searching the my closet.

It suddenly hit me, I still have some of my clothes from phoenix. Running to my bed I imminently dropped down and spotted a black box with the label "don't even think of opening this" reading caused me to smile I was such a bitch, still am.

After opening the box I pulled out some suitable clothes and made my way to the bath room again. Stepping out of the shower, I begun to dry myself off.

As I started to get dressed I noticed I didn't put any cover up. Why should I I'm going to take it off soon, but I might shock them if the see me before I tell them. I thought while staring at my reflection. Looking at my scars and tattoos the permanent reminders of who I was who I am.

No I'm not going to cover my self up any more. I thought while looking ay the scar that starts at the left corner of my forehead and continues down to the right side of my neck its was still red and puckered. I looked at the swirls and patterns on the right side of my face and all the other tattoos and scars the all have a meaning so no I wont cover them up. But I will cover the ones one my face and tomorrow I'm going to wash out my hair dye.

And with that I resumed dressing. After I dressed I looked over my self in the mirror. I am now dressed in a white wife beat with a tight black jacket and some black skinny jeans so ripped there's barely enough to cover my ass. I after I put on my black vans I grabbed my keys, a picture of Haley, and left.

What happened to bella that made like that? Whos Haley? all important question. next chapter is going to be about talking with the cullen.

Stay classy