Said I'd update soon.

You will be survived when number 13 gets out. You would never guess it was him…

Disclamer- blah. Blah blah blah. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. Same as always. Yada yada yada….

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Ah, you decided to carry on with the tapes. I knew you would. After hearing that first tape you couldn't wait to hear who was next…because it might be you.

Edward gulped, and Bella knocked on his door. "Edward? Are you okay?" He quickly hit the STOP button and said in a rushed voice, "I'm fine Bella. Bella, you should go hang out with Alice. I need to be alone." He heard Bella's exasperated sigh as she walked away, and couldn't stop the fury that built up in him when he heard her whisper, "Mimi, that bitch! She just can't let him go can she?! She's a goddamn bitch…she deserved to die… I hope she rots in hell…"

Edward bit back the yell of rage, and tried to ignore the voice in his mind that was telling him to go out there and kill her for saying that. He blinked his eyes rapidly, wishing that the tears could come. He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry his heart out and forget everything else, but this stupid body wouldn't let him.

He reached out and pressed the PLAY button again, wanting to hear her voice again.

Ahh…who was the second reason? Who was he? Is it someone from school? An old friend? A family member? It is a person from school. Do you know who?

If you said Eric Yorkie, you would be correct.

Edward already knew what this tape was about. If he could have, he would have vomited on the floor right then and there. He had been the first person she had told after it happened.

Do you remember prom? Do you remember what I was wearing? Do you remember who I came with? In case you forgot, I shall refresh your memory. I came alone to the prom. I was a drifter. I danced with everyone and anyone. I know, I know, you thought I was a slut when I did that. I will say this now, I am not a slut. I never was, and never will be for that matter, since I'll be dead, a slut. I came alone to prom because I was looking to get away from things for a while.

The reason you did what you did, Eric, was most likely because of what I was wearing. I was wearing that short black cocktail dress that had bright neon green, neon pink, neon purple, and neon orange lightning bolts wrapping around it. Do you remember that dress? Do you remember how short it was? Do you remember how low-cut it was? I thought so.

Well, naturally, there was an after-party after prom. We hung around at Lauren's house. Oh yea, by the way, Lauren will pop up again in these tapes.

Well, back to the after party. You see, Lauren has a hot tub. So, naturally, we all got in it. We were all in our underwear, half drunk, sitting in a hot tub in Lauren's backyard. That's bloody wonderful, don't you think?

I remembered that. I was there. Alice and I decided to come to the after party, and while Alice got in the hot tub with them, I refused.

Oh how I wish now that I hadn't refused.

So, I sat with Eric on one side of me, Alice on the other. I'm good friends with Alice. She is not supposed to ever hear these tapes. She tried to help.

Well, I was talking with Alice, when Eric moved closer to me, and pressed his chest to my back. I giggled about it, hey, I was half drunk.

But then Eric pulled me onto his lap. He put his arms so tight around me I could barely breathe.

It hurt, but I only giggled. That's when I felt Eric's hand on my thigh.

Edward choked up instantly. He didn't want to hear this. He didn't want to her it play by play, if that is what she was going to do.

He kept on moving his hand upward. I came to my senses and smacked him away, moving away from him. I looked wildly around for Edward, but I couldn't see him.

Oh my god, I had been in my Volvo listening to music at the time. Alice had come with me.

I moved away from him more, but he slung me over his shoulder and carried me into the house. I screamed, but everyone just laughed and let him carry me into the house…throw me on the bed…

STOP.

He could barely take this. He didn't want to listen anymore, but he had to. He had to know who was next, what that person had done. He also had to know where he was on this. Was he number thirteen? Was he the one that would have these tapes forever?

PLAY.

It was all over fairly quickly. It only lasted about fifteen minutes. He doesn't have much stamina.

Did he really just hear Mimi say that? Did she really say that? Despite the sadness of the tapes, he laughed.

I'm serious, he doesn't, and for that I was glad. For those of you who are slow, just to let you know, Eric raped me.

Edward let out a strangled, muffled cry, covering his mouth with his hand. He remembered everything that night. The thumping they had heard, the screaming, Mimi's face when she had told him…how her eyes had been deeper than he had ever seen… her face had shown the emotions of a broken little girl, not the strong, independent Mimi he knew and loved. For the first time ever, that night he had seen her cry.

Don't try to deny it, Eric. Don't say it was just the alcohol getting the best of you. You knew what you were doing. You told everyone at school that you had screwed the scene girl, Mimi Van Alen Sterling.

Congrats, Eric. Hope it makes you happy now that everyone knows the truth.

That was it. That was all it took. Edward let out a yell of fury and hurt, and fell to the floor, crying as best he could.

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Sad, isn't it? Don't you hate Eric now?