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Bella's POV

Edward sat across from her, his frame hunched as he buried his face in his hands. He was sorry, he had said so, had begged for her forgiveness, and with not even a hint of reluctance she had given it to him. He had had every right to snap. She was keeping everything from him, her rapist, her feelings, even her touch.

Slowly, she looked up at him through her eyelashes, gazing upon his beauty. She could give him one thing, she thought, and even though fear tried to hold her back she climbed to her knees on the couch. Edward looked up curiously, eyeing her carefully.

Bella leaned forward and gently touched her lips to his, tasting what she hadn't tasted in far too long.

Deepening the kiss slightly, she slid her hands to his shoulders, grasping at the tight muscles that lay just beneath his shirt. Taking her lead, he took her arm gently. The fear that came with his touch stiffened her back. She tried to ignore it. She trusted Edward. She did, but the memories were trying to break through.

Jacob's-hands-slid-down-her-side-resting-momentarily-on-her-hips.

She pushed herself tighter against him, trying desperately to have this kiss, to not allow "that" to ruin everything.

That's-what-I-get.

Tears began to stream down her face as the memories poured in with every touch of Edward's hands. She deepened the kiss further, frantic to keep this.

It wasn't until he lifted his hand to caress her cheek that they broke apart. He had felt the tears.

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to keep the hurt from his voice.

She ducked her head. "I can't stop thinking about it."

Her words surprised him. He hadn't expected her to talk to him about it. He tucked her chin. "Try not to."

She shook her head. "I have, but it won't go away. The way he grabbed me, the weight of his body, the way it felt when he did "it." It was all meant for you. Every touch, every kiss wasn't just taken from me. Edward, you were robbed too and I can never give it back." She hesitated. "And as much as I hate all of that, what was worse of all was the way he looked. You should have seen his eyes." She said distantly. "They were so angry, so full of hate. I thought when he was finished he would kill me."

Silence filled the void of emptiness, vibrating off the walls and sending chills down her spin. When she could bare it no more she looked up. Edward was tense, his face not hiding any of the agony he was obviously feeling.

She realized her mistake instantly. Had she not just told Edward that she had not seen the attacker's face, that she, herself, did not know who he was?

"Edward…"

"Who was it?" his whisper was broken.

Again the tears washed her face. "If I tell you, you'll hate me."

He took her face almost roughly. "I would never hate you, Bella Marie Swan.

Never."

And for the first time she believed him.

"Jacob." Her voice cracked. "Jacob did this."

Yes-another-cliff-hanger!