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"Bella?"
I entered the room, aware of every movement I was making, aware of the amount of skin was showing through the old robe I found in the bathroom. I wrapped it tightly around me, covering the worst of the damage.
Edward's eyes flickered up and down my body quickly, assessing the damage. I could feel him choosing his words carefully. His eyes burned ice into me. I couldn't take it. I had to move.
I walked to my dresser, my legs unstable beneath me. I tried to stop shaking as I pulled a pair of sweatpants and a long shirt from the drawers. It was going to be a cold night. Edward was going to be there.
That wasn't strange. No reason for him to suspect a thing. No reason to suspect that I was choosing that set of pajamas so I could cover the majority of the blemishes and scratches covering my body.
The scratches.
From where the tree branches raked across my skin, as I was shoved to the ground by Jacob.
Jacob.
Who grabbed my arms, my thighs, my stomach. Stop, please, Jacob! No! What did I do?
I snapped back into reality, and realized I started shaking again. Edward was staring at me, worried. He suddenly appeared by my side, holding me tightly, his skin soothing against the cuts across my body. He moved his hand to my neck, pushing my hair away from my neck, looking at the marks. Four long, oval, purple marks on one side of my neck-one more on the other. Just the size of Jacob's hand. From where he grabbed my neck.
I cringed away from Edward's touch, not wanting him to see anymore, not wanting to be help, touched, caressed. He felt my resistance, and allowed me to flee to the bathroom, for something we so fondly called "human minutes."
I got dressed quickly, not looking at my damaged body. Bruises across my cheeks, jaw line, neck, leading down from my chest to my stomach, to my thighs. Scratches decorated my back and chests.
I paced quickly back and forth, knowing I had a little time. He's become accustomed to my schedule. He knows how long it takes me to change.
He'll know if I take too long.
I'll say I fell. He'll believe that. It's obvious. I fell, and Jacob tried to catch me. He grabbed my throat in an attempt to help me.
I'll make a joke. "We can't all have lightening fast reflexes like you, Edward." I feign exhaustion. He has to believe it.
He must believe it. I wouldn't lie to him.