I had moved into the Cullen's house later that night, after that horrible argument with Charlie. That was a week ago. I still haven't talked to my father. I don't know what to say. I was currently sitting in my room at my desk where I was supposedly doing homework. Edward was sitting in the rocking chair I had brought, well he had brought from my house along with the rest of my things. I had made him sit across the room from me so that I might not be so distracted from my homework.

I had decided against sharing a room with Edward. At least for now. Of course, every night when I went to sleep he came up to my room and laid down with me in my new bed. I just wanted to have a little place to myself. I was still adjusting to him being back in Forks and our new living situation. I was used to being by myself most of the time, so having a room that was my own was comforting. Plus, it was just down the hall from Edward's room. Esme had done a beautiful job with decorating this room for me. It was a surprise for me. Evidently, she had been working on it before Edward had left. It was the most beautiful shade of dark blue. It was against the back of the house, so it had a wall of glass just like Edward's room. Along the wall opposite the door, Esme had done a wonderful recreation of Van Gogh's Starry Night which she had known was my favorite painting. It was underneath the painting, along the same wall, that there was a rather large bed covered in a soft, cream colored comforter over beautiful crimson bed sheets. The rocking chair was at the end of the bed, next to the window. Along the center wall, opposite the overgrown window, was an enormous bookshelf that covered half the wall. The book shelf was split in the middle with a space in between for a desk which my old computer, much to Edward's dismay, was sitting on. He said the computer was too old for this room and too old for me. Really, he was just trying to find an excuse to buy me something and I knew it. Against the wall with the door, there was an enormous flat screen TV. That was all Edward's doing and the only reason I went along with him on this was because he said it would give us a reason to stay in bed all day and watch movies.

I was thinking about how crazy the past couple of weeks had been. Charlie and I weren't talking. I had moved in with Edward's family. Edward had come back...that was the craziest. I had hoped he would, but never thought he actually would want me back. I still couldn't believe it. In fact, I caught myself being surprised every morning when he woke me up. I was still hesitant around him. Very hesitant. And he noticed. I think he was more hurt by this than angry. But I couldn't help it, I mean, what if I upset him again? Would he leave me again? I know he said he wouldn't, but our newly instated relationship was so very fragile and I was doing any and everything I could not to break it. Still, I try to enjoy what time I did have with him. But I did not move an inch every time he kissed me, even though I desperately wanted to. I knew I couldn't give him any reason to get angry with me if I wanted him to stay.

"That doesn't look like you're doing homework," said Edward with a smirk on his face.

I snapped out of my reverie and realized I had been staring at my bookshelf with my mouth half-open. Slightly embarrassed, I turned in my chair and rolled my eyes at Edward.

"Oh, bite me!" And I turned back around in my seat, laughing with myself in my head about my unintentional pun.

"Excuse me?" He said incredulously. I turned back around in my seat to see him sitting straight up in the rocking chair.

"I was only joking Edward, Im sorry! I didn't mean to upset you!" I didn't think about what I said before I said it, and I should have, and now I've upset him, and he's going to leave me, and Im going to be left alone again. Except this time I have nowhere to stay. I've moved out of my father's house. Where will I go? My heart was racing and tears were about to spew over.

Edward was at my side in an instant. He carried me over to my bed and laid down next to me. "Bella...bella...what's wrong? I was only joking with you, too. Why are you so upset?"

When I realized he wasn't upset like I had thought he was, I was even more embarrassed. I tried to dismiss it, "It's nothing. I guess I've just been getting worked up about little things a lot lately. Stress, I guess."

"No Bella," he put his cool hand on the side of my face and gently moved me to look at him, "that's not all it is. I don't doubt that you've been under tremendous stress lately, but something else is bothering you. Is it Victoria?"

Oh God, I hadn't even thought about her lately. There has been so much on my mind lately! The thought of Victoria added more tears to the pool in my eyes and they started to spill over.

"Bella, please, talk to me," he pleaded.

"I can't...y-you wouldn't li-like what I have t-to say..." I sobbed. I couldn't tell him what had upset me more than the fight with Charlie and more than the thought of Victoria finding me. I didn't want to upset him or see the heartbreak in his eyes.

"Bella, you can tell me anything. I don't care if it's about me or not. I just want to know what has been torturing you all week."

"Oh E-Edward...y-you're not torturing me!" As soon as I said it I realized my mistake. I looked at his face and I could see the hurt in his eyes. He dropped his hand from my face and sat up quickly on the bed. I couldn't let him leave me again. "Edward! Please, please don't leave. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please..." and I couldn't finish because I was crying too hard.

Suddenly, as if it was a miracle, he picked me up and cradled me in his arms. "Is that what this is all about? You're worried about everything you do because you think you will make me leave you again?" I could hear the hurt in his voice, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I just held onto him and kept crying into his shoulder. I'm positive that if he had been human than I would have been hurting him with how tightly I was clinging to him. "Oh Bella..." and then he did something I definitely did not expect him to do. He lowered his face to mine and kissed me. This was not like any of the other kisses we had ever shared. Not even like the ones he had given me after I had woken up from our trip back from Italy. It was sweet, but determined. Passionate, filled with love, sadness, longing, and most of all, hope. He lowered me back on to the bed without ever breaking the kiss. I carefully put my hands on either side of his face, still aware of the tears streaming down my own, and when he didn't pull back I moved my hands to the back of my neck. It must have been the encouragement he needed because, if it was possible, our kiss became even more passionate. I ended up being the one who pulled back first, and when I did I curled my head underneath his chin and tried to enjoy the feeling of his arms wrapped around me.

After I had calmed down and we were both laying under the covers I looked up at him. His loving eyes were just staring down at me. I couldn't help but feel pathetic for the way I had been acting towards him. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. I knew he heard me, though.

"Bella, you have nothing to be sorry for. As much as you wince when I say this, I know this is my fault. But I will make it up to you, I swear. I need you to know though that I am not going to leave you. Even if you wanted me gone, I don't think I would be able to go. I made a huge mistake. I know you said that you forgive me, but I want you to trust me and to love me without worrying about me leaving you again. It's never going to happen, I swear it."

It was my turn to do something unexpected. I knew it was careless, but I put my hands back to their previous position around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "I believe you, Edward."