Hello everyone, I felt like updating so here is the next chappie. Next time probably won't be so quick, just warning you. I have very irregular updating patterns.

Enough with the author's note, here's the chapter.

My stupor was broken as the front door swung open.

I was lucky, it wasn't the face I was dreading seeing. Still, she was still in my family and the look of disappoint on her face stung.

"Edward … what have … you did …" she huffed; I hadn't seen Rosalie at a loss for words before. Her mind didn't help that much either.

"I know Rosalie, so just don't. I stuffed up, ruined it for family … and … and… I'm sorry," Rosalie was one thing but I hadn't been at a loss for words in my entire vampire life.

Then my sister's thoughts took a turn that I wouldn't have ever suspected. Sympathy tainted every thought and her voice flowed with the emotion, "Edward, it's ok, everyone slips."

She walked over too me and grabbed my hand tenderly and led me into the house. Rosalie had never shown this sisterly side to me before. It was reassuring; if Rosalie could forgive me I was sure the rest of the family would too.

I repeated these words in my mind, trying to find strength and courage within them but I was still scared. Scared of what they would think of me and terrified of what would happen if they didn't.

I might not have found any strength from those words but I did, however, find strength from the hand that held my own. The heat, though much less than anything else I touched, comforted me and warmed a little part in my chest. I held on to that heat and drew enough strength from it to walk into my house and sit across the table from my loving mother.

Her golden eyes were full of concern. I closed my eyes; ashamed of the crimson I knew that they would be. I heard her quietly stand from her chair; there was the gentle pat of footsteps on the ground before I felt her hand lay on my shoulder.

"Edward …" she began but I cut her off. I couldn't stand it.

"Please, just … wait," I begged as I removed her hand.

I waited until I heard her sit down again. I chanced a glance and knew at once that I shouldn't have. She looked sad at my rejection. Her eyes looked glassy and bulged at the bottom, she could never shed tears but looked like she could have. The site panged in my heart and a wave of guilt flooded through me. My small amount of courage faltered and the door began to look very tempting.

Rosalie and Alice reentered the room. They sat on either side of Esme. I could feel them surveying me. I hid my face in my hands.

I didn't know what to say or what to do. I didn't want to relive the moment but I had to tell them. They had to know, they were my family and they deserved to know the truth.

But I knew I would only want to tell the story once, so I would wait until the rest of my family was there.

I can't say that seeing the rest of my family was a relief. The look on my father's face hurt me incredibly. Shame and guilt flooded through me. I knew Jasper could feel it for he started rubbing his temple.

What was a relief was when Jasper used his power on me, calm and even a little courage flooded through me. No guilt or shame or self-loathing showed though I knew it would come up as soon as he stopped.

I threw Jasper a grateful look. Shock crossed his features as he saw my eyes but he quickly replaced that look with an emotionless expression. I couldn't feel shame at this or even feel self-conscious at this look and frankly I was glad I couldn't.

I took a deep and unnecessary breath before I started my story.

See, Rosalie isn't really such a bitch.

Nope, still not a cliffie. Nothing is happening for a while, as I'm sure I've told you. Next chapter Edward tells his family what happened.

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