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Chapter Six

EPOV

When I got to the hospital, I was sent strait to the emergency room. But Bella never came in. She was really weird. She ran over to me so fast, and stopped the van with her hand. That wasn't something a normal person could do. A young, blonde doctor walked in, interrupting my train of thought.

"Hello, Edward. My name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. How are you feeling?"

Cullen? This must be Bella's dad.

"I'm fine. I'm really happy Bella was there though. She got to me so fast, and if she hadn't been there, it could be alot worse."

"You're very lucky. Well, all your vitals look fine, I think you are free to go home now." Dr. Cullen smiled, and walked out of the emergency room. Charlie walked in afrer afew seconds, and I got up to meet him at the door. As I was walking by, I noticed Tayor sitting up in one of the crisp, white beds. She was covered in bandages, and she looked terrible.

"Hey, Edward?" She asked.

I looked at her.

"I'm really, really sorry, okay? I was going too fast, and-"

Hey, I'm fine. Don't stress out. You're in worse shape than I am."

"Yeah, I guess your right. But I'm still really sorry."

"I'm fine, Taylor."

"Okay."

I continued walking toward Charlie. He looked really worried.

"You okay kid? Angela Weber's dad told me what happened."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just really have to talk to someone. Meet you at the car?"

Charlie nodded and left. I walked out into the halway, where Dr. Cullen, Rosalie and Bella were talking.

"Bella? Can I talk to you for a second?"

She left the conversation she was having and walked over to me.

"What?" Bella hissed. Even though she was inches shorter than me, her facial expression was still threataning.

"Okay, I'm probably going to sound crazy, but when I saw you, you were across the parking lot, next to your car. In less than two seconds, you got over to me, and stopped the van with your hand! You left a dent in it!" I said.

Bella sighed. "You're right. You do sound crazy. I think you hit your head pretty hard when you fell, because I was standing next to you, and no one can leave a dent in a car."

"I don't beleive that. Are you going to tell me what really happened?"

She looked at the ceiling, deep in thought. She finially replied, "No. I don't think I will. Can't you thank me and drop it?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She muttered. Bella pivitod on her heels and sauntered down the hallway, Her Brown ponytail swinging behind her.

She was so polite when I talked to her yesterday, and she was actually quite cute when she was mad. Wait, did I just say she was cute?

I turned around and headed towards the hospital's small parking lot. I saw Charlie waiting for me in the police car. I jumped inside, and we drove home.

When we got in the door, Charlie handed me the phone.

"Why'd you give me this?"

"You may want to call Renee..."

"You told Mom?" I almost yelled. Ugh.

After a long phone call with Renee, I worked on my english essay a little, and went downstairs to make dinner. I actually liked cooking, and I was pretty good at it. Everything that Charlie made was either burnt to a crisp, or it was instant microwaveable food.

I decided to make spaghetti, and after a quiet dinner, I went upstairs to go to sleep, and Charlie went to the living room to watch baseball.

Outside, while the rain was pouring down, I started thinking about what happened today. I needed to know the truth. It was going to drive me crazy for the rest of my life if Bella didn't tell me.

BPOV

"You could have exposed us, Bella! What were you thinking?" Rose hissed.

"I was thinking that it would be very bad for all of us if his blood spilled! You don't understand how hard it is for me to resist!" I replied.

Rose started yelling profanities in her mind.

"Would you stop it? What else could I have done?"

Apparantly Rose didn't have an answer, so she started cussing me out again. I punched her in the arm. It did not hurt either of us, of course, but hopefully she would stop thinking every word in her ever so colorful vocabulary.

"Bella, Rose, stop it now!" Carlisle angrily whispered.

"WOULD YOU TELL HER TO STOP CUSSING ME OUT?" I yelled.

"Rosalie Hale, stop it now! Bella's right. It would have been alot worse if Taylor Crowley's car had hit Edward. Let's just be happy that no one saw Bella run over there." Carlisle said.

We all heard footsteps coming down the hall. They stopped, and I saw Edward standing there.

"Bella? Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked.

We will leave you two to talk. Carlisle thought.

I strutted down the hall to talk to Edward.

"What?" I said harshly.

"Okay, I'm probably going to sound crazy, but when I saw you, you were across the parking lot, next to your car. In less than two seconds, you got over to me and stopped the van with your hand! You left a dent in it!"

"You're right." I shook my head. "You do sound crazy. I think you hit your head pretty hard when you fell, because I was standing next to you and no one can leave a dent in a car." Well, obviously I could, but I would never tell Edward that.

"I don't beleive that. Are you going to tell me what really happened?"

"No. I don't think I will. Can't you thank me and drop it?"

"Thank you," Edward said impatiently, expecting me to tell him my secret.

"Your welcome," I whispered. I turned around, wanting to get away.

000

That night, I ran out of the house, going nowhere in particular. After a minute and a half, I found myself standing in front of Edward Swan's house. I heared heavy snores coming from the room on the northern side of the house. I guessed that that was Charlie. I silently ran to a window, and climbed up the siding. I looked inside. Edward was sleeping in a bed on the opposite side of the room. His unruly, but beautiful bronze hair was sticking up in all directions, and his perfect, stunning green eyes were closed. Wait, did I just use adjectives like beautiful, stunning, and perfect to describe Edward?

Luckilly the window was unlocked. I tried to open it, but it made a horrid squeaking sound. I would have to bring some oil for next time. Did I just say next time? I wondered that if after 108 years, I finially went crazy.

Once I managed to get the window open without causing too much noise, I climbed inside Edward's room. Yep. I was crazy. I sat down in an old rocking chair across from the bed. For an hour and three minutes, Edward slept soundly, but then he started talking.

"It's too green here." He murmured. I chuckled.

He didn't talk again for awhile, but when he did, it really caught me by suprise.

"Bella. I love you..." He whispered.

Bella, I love you?

My cold heart that had been dead for so long started beating again. I walked up to him and caressed his cheek.

"I love you, too, Edward."