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7. Edwards POV of aftermath

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Maroon 5 – She Will Be Loved

I got home after school; I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss... the anonymous kiss. I'm sure it had to be Bella, who else could it be? She has the softest, plumpest lips, which felt so foreign to me yet so familiar at the same time. It was a chaste kiss, but I wished it would last longer, I wished it became more passionate.

I didn't confront Bella about it, she would obviously blush bright red and get embarrassed about it, what if it wasn't her? Then I would just look plain stupid, however no other girl came to mind.

What if it wasn't a girl? Oh my god, it couldn't be a guy!

I have nothing against homosexuality, but I definitely do notswing that way. Trust me; I have been turned on way too many times by girls to be gay. I remember, when I got a hard on with Angela... thank god she didn't realise at the time...

Could it be Angela? ... No! Of course not! Like she would want to kiss you? Just 'cuz she kissed you once, doesn't mean she wants to do it again. Where was she today? Bella did say she saw her in the morning.

Alice and Emmet went to Rosalie and Jasper's straight after school finished, which left me on my own as my parents seemed to be out to. In the kitchen lie a note left by my mom saying:

I will be out late honey,
I have left food in the fridge, so please just heat it up.
Ring me if you need anything
mum x
p.s. I hope you picked up the groceries, I told you to... thought so...
I've left some money on the counter

Oh fuck! I forgot about the list she gave me in the morning, I grabbed my keys, shoving the money in my pocket as I exited the house. I peeled out of the driveway, trying –and failing- to stay under the speed limit. I got to the store in record timing and picked up everything mom needed.

As I left the store, the rain started to descend, heavily. I quickly made my way to my baby, throwing the groceries into the back. On the way back, my wipers were working over time, through the haze I saw a figure walking in the rain. I squinted, trying to work out who the figure was.

Angela? What is she doing walking in this weather? Is she crazy?I mentally scolded her.

I pulled up beside her, rolling my window down.

"Angel?" I asked her, though she kept walking in her daze – she must have not heard me. I called her name louder this time, so that she would hear me clearly. She looked at me confused, her hair sticking to her face. Behind her glasses her eyes were red as if she had been crying and her clothes were soaked, hugging her delicious curves.

Delicious? What the hell?

"Are you going home? I'll drop you off." I told her, waiting for her to get into my car. She just kept staring at me as if she couldn't understand what I was saying to her.

I got out not caring about the pelting rain, and walked in front of her, grabbing hold of her freezing hands. "Angela? What's wrong?" concern prominent in my voice. Her olive skin looked pale and her eyes were bloodshot, making her milk chocolate irises seem black.

"Come on, I'm taking you home." I told her, pulling her to the passenger side of my baby. I opened the door for her, helping her in; my mom raised a gentlemen. The car was filled with some classical music and Angela didn't say a word.

Ten minutes later we arrived at my driveway, not bothering to turn off the car. I grabbed hold of Angela's hand bringing her into the house. I told her to go upstairs, shower and dress in some dry clothes, she always kept a fresh pair of clothes in Alice's room, just in case Alice thought it was appropriate to throw a spur of the moment sleep over.

My clothes would have to wait, I was starved, I heated up the lasagna and extra for Angela, 25 minutes had passed and she still wasn't down.

I wonder what's taking her so long; she never usually takes this long...

I walked up the stairs, cautiously knocking on Alice's door. She had her own en suite bathroom, where as Emmet and I had a 'Jack and Jill' bathroom. It was a bathroom shared between two bedrooms, where both of our bedrooms have our own doors leading into the bathroom. We didn't mind sharing when Emmet and I were younger but... let's just say as we got older Emmet forgot to lock my side of door... resulting in me walking right in while Emmet was in the shower. Not a pretty sight, still I get shivers thinking about it.

I didn't get a reply, so I knocked on a little louder. Again, no answer. I anxiously stepped into her room, but she was nowhere to be seen, I looked to my left to see Alice's bathroom door wide open.

She must be doing herself up or something...

Walking in, I heard the shower running, there underneath the shower head sitting on the floor; she sat with the water running all over her. She was still dressed in the clothes she had came in. I ran over to her, turning the cold shower off. I crouched down to her on the side of the tub; she was shaking and mumbling something to herself. I took hold of her hands in mine, trying to warm them.

"Angel, please. Speak to me. What's going on?" I give her a few moments, but she doesn't make an attempt to respond.

"Fine don't tell me, but let me get you out of her first, okay?" I ask her firmly.

I lifted her with ease out of the tub not caring out my own clothes, taking her into the bedroom, where I sat her down on the bed. She still was not looking at me, she was totally spaced out.

"I need to get you out of these clothes; you'll freeze and catch pneumonia." I was about to lift her shirt up until her breathing hitched.

"I'm dirty Edward; don't touch me you'll get dirty too." She said, her voice sounding lifeless to my ears and barely an audible whisper.

"Angela I don't... what are you talking about? Does this have something to do with Eric?"

"You don't understand, I'm dirty. Please don't touch me. You –"tears where streaming down her soft cheeks as her voice hitched-"you... you don't want to get dirty!" she sobbed harder now. I put my arm around her, trying to calm her down. She tried to pull away but I wouldn't let her. She stood up, trying to escape but I had hold of her hand, bringing her down to sit on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her as she sobbed into my shoulder.

"I'm dirty Eddie, and I can't wash it off... it's not coming off! Why is it not coming off?" she looked up at me, her eyes innocently wide. I had no idea why she was talking to me in code, but I thought better than to question her about it, I just held her body closer to mine; warming her up.

"I don't know Angel, everything will be better soon though. I promise." I didn't know what I was promising, but it seemed like the right thing to say at the time.

I sat like that, with her in my arms for god knows how long before her sobs quieted down and she slowly got off of me and took her clothes to change in the bathroom. I have no idea what was going on with her, but I sure as hell was going to find out.

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