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Edward's POV

Bella's nightmares had haunted her throughout the night. Several times she had woken, and several times she had refused to go back to sleep.

"Please." She had begged Edward. "Please don't let me close my eyes."

As much as he yearned to abide her, every time her eyes began to droop he would whisper a single word to Jasper so as he could help her along. It killed him to see her suffer at the hands of an invisible monster he could not destroy, but she needed her rest. She was still very much weak.

Carlisle was here now, his hunched figure bending over Bella, examining her with an expert hand. His thoughts became overwhelmed with information and diagnoses that could help her.

Broken-hand.-Three-cracked-ribs.-Bruises-covering-abdomen-and-thighs.

As Carlisle lifted his gaze to Edward's, he sent a single thought.

You-should-wake-her.

"Bella." Edward shook her shoulder lightly, as to not hurt her. "Love, it's time to wake up now."

Bella's POV

A hand rested on her shoulder and she drew back from it, recoiling into herself, and bringing her knees to her chin.

"Bella." A different voice spoke now, a softer one. Carlisle. "Bella, we need to talk."

She shook her head roughly. She didn't want to speak about it. No, she didn't even want to think about it.

"I know this is hard but we need to do this. Will you please open your eyes?"

A rush of calm filled her. She looked to Jasper. Did he really think that would take away the fear, the pain?

He smiled apologetically before turning his sights to Carlisle. She allowed her stare to follow.

Carlisle was on his knees, bending slightly over the couch, a hand resting on the arm. His face was one of sadness and she knew she had caused it. She should have never gone to Jacob's.

A cry tore from her lips at the name. Jacob. Her Jacob had done this.

When a hand reached to comfort her she once again scooted away. "Why do we have to talk about it? Why can't we just leave it alone?" she knew better than that. Of course they couldn't leave it alone. They would never leave it alone. This nightmare had replaced her holy ghost. It would forever be at her side whispering horrifying images into her mind.

"You know we have to." Carlisle voiced. "We need to know who did this."

Could she speak the name? Could she tell them her best friend had become a monster in a fit of anger? No. They would kill him.

She looked to her hands and shrugged as if that would be enough of an answer.

"Love-," Edward began.

She cut him off sharply. Building up the lie, she thought quickly. "Look, I don't know who did this!"

"How…"

"I didn't see his face. Now, please Edward, can we stop talking about this?"

For several seconds his golden eyes stayed fixed upon hers. He knew she was lying. She could see it in his expression. Would he press it further?

Before he could, she spoke again. "Can I get something to eat?" it was a whisper when spoken. "I'm kind of hungry."

Slowly, he nodded his head, hurt painting his expression.

Edward's POV

A week passed uneventfully. Carlisle called Charlie to request Bella stay here with Alice as the family went on another camping trip. Charlie was reluctant at first, seeing as it was just a few short weeks after graduation, but Carlisle had managed to convince him that little Alice needed the company and the girls would have a "blast."

Bella refused to speak but a few words, simply words like "yes" or "no" and only moved for bathroom breaks or when she was hungry.

Her pain was killing him. Everyday he had to watch, his still heart would rip a little further.

Alice was beside her now, sitting with her on the couch, and holding her hand lovingly in hers. Alice got to touch her, he thought bitterly. She trusted Alice. Angrily, he damned himself for being jealous. Of course she would trust Alice. Alice wasn't a man. She held no threat. But then again, when did he?

"Bella?" Edward heard Alice ask worriedly. "Bella what's wrong?"

But before she could get an answer, Bella was up, racing to the kitchen, and emptying her stomach's contents into the sink.

No, was Edward's single thought, don't let her be pregnant.

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