DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Twilight. All the characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. I just own the plot.

Chapter Two

"So truth or dare?"

"Edward," I couldn't help but giggle.

"Truth or dare, Bella?"

"Truth." This could be bad in so many ways, but I was still too sore for a dare. I already started to think up some excuses to his questions.

"Why were you crying earlier, B?" There it was again. That worried tone that could trick you into believing he was concerned.

"That's nothing you need to worry about."

"But I do," he sighed. Damn it.

"Truth or Dare, Edward?"

"Truth." I didn't think I should ask him, but I did anyway.

"Why do you worry about it?" I asked him in a tiny voice that screamed loser.

We both sat quietly for a few moments. Maybe he didn't know how to answer. Or maybe he just didn't want to, but eventually he did.

"You are sad a lot B. I can see it. I worry about you."

"Well don't. I'm fine." I turned away from him so I could hide the tears welling up in my eyes. Maybe Edward actually cared.

"You can pull that shit with Alice, but not me. I see through it Bella. You're sad. I see it in your beautiful brown eyes. I worry because you hide. I've seen the marks. Make-up can't hide everything." Well, it sure can when no one notices you or takes a second look. I gasped a little and then took a deep breath. He couldn't know.

"You know I'm clu-," he cut me off.

"Don't you dare say you are clumsy Bella! Damn, you can't possibly be hurt all the time from tripping. You are bruised," he grabbed my arm and yanked up my sleeve, "See? You limp when you walk too, but only when you think no one is looking. I see it though, B. He hurts you, doesn't he? That son of a bitch, I've always tried to convince myself to look past it because you always promised you were fine. Why didn't you tell me it got worse? I could have helped you."

He didn't realize how much he has been my savior over the years. I was already crying by the time he stopped talking. Tears three times in one day. That's more than I cried the entire year. I let the pain become part of who I was so I could avoid it. Whenever I feel myself open up I cut. That's what I've learned to do. It holds the tears in. Every time.

He pulled me into a hug and gently crushed me to his chest.

"You weren't around anymore."