Chapter 2 ~ But I thought I was over it...

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After convincing Edward that I "just thought I recognized someone" on the channel, he dropped it completely.

Thank God... He left around 6:30 so I could get started on dinner before Charlie came home around 7. It took

me 10 minutes to decide what to make for dinner, but that was only because my mind kept going back to that

show on T.V. It just...brought back so many memories. That was it...That was all. I was just reminded of my

past. Nothing more. I hadn't thought about it for 2 years and then it all came rushing back. That has to have an

impact on someone, but I had to focus... On forgetting. During dinner, Charlie seemed to notice a change as well.

He kept throwing suspicious glances at me every few minutes. My leg kept bouncing up and down and at one

point, it hit the table we were eating on which scared Charlie shitless. Once we finished our silent and awkward

dinner, I flew up to my room with the excuse of an essay due soon. So here I was sitting criss crossed in the

center of my bed, nibbling on my fingernail. Then my mind unexpectedly went to the newspaper. I mean, THE

newspaper. It wouldn't hurt to take it out... Before I could change my mind I opened my closet door and pulled

out the box at the left corner of the closet floor. But the damn box would not budge. I sat there for at least 5

minutes glaring at the box and trying to pull it out.

"YOU STUPID BOX! STOP BEING SO DUMB AND JUST COME OUT ALREADY! UGHHHHH! I SWEAR ONCE

I GET YOU OUT-" Before I could finish my angry sentence, I saw Edward with an extremely amused face. I was

frozen in my position of attempting to get the goddamned box out.

"Do you need some help there Bella?" Suddenly the dumb box decided that this was the perfect time to come

out of it's hiding, but since I was still trying to pull it out, I went flying back with the stupid box. When my back

hit the wall, I noticed that Edward's eyes were trained on something next to my feet. Oh, damn. It was the

newspaper. The newspaper with myself on the cover. The newspaper that showed myself in a very revealing

outfit on stage, performing when I was a burlesque dancer in the club my mother owns. KILL. ME. NOW.

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