Chapter Six

"Holy shit Alice. Did you sleep with an alien? That thing is creepy looking."

Alice ripped the ultrasound picture out of my hand, "This is my child Bella. There is life in me, and you just insulted it. Apologize to my little alien uterus tenant."

Pregnancy has been every interesting with Alice. Between the cravings in the middle of 3rd period for pickles in frozen yogurt (which she then convinces me to leave with her and get) and the midnight phone calls of tears I think its safe to say that pregnancy is nowhere near in my own future.

Sighing I moved from the top of the picnic table where Alice and I were sitting to the bench seat in front of her. "This child was only created sixteen weeks ago and I've already apologized to the thing thousands of times. This kid better be damn adorable."

Looking down at me Alice shrugged and stated, "Who knows. Genetics are fucked up things."

Laughing I placed my right hand on Alice's small bump under her shirt. "I am sorry little fetus. I love you and can't wait to meet you in five months."

"Now was that so hard?" Alice asked as I snatched back the picture from her hand.

I shook my head and looked closer at the picture. "So can you tell if it's a boy or girl?" I wondered. "Man or woman? Duke or Dame? Guy or doll? Bloke or Shelia?"

She smiled, "The doctor said that he could tell us if we wanted to. But Jasper and I have decided to wait until it's born to know."

I groaned, "You're just doing that to piss me off aren't you."

"Oh yeah, when the doctor asked us if we wanted to know I just shouted, 'No! I have to torture my friend Bella!'" she mockingly exclaimed. Alice then leaned back on her one hand and started to absent-mindedly rub her stomach with her other. She has had this glow about her lately these days. It made her seem even more angelic than usual in the early morning sun. "We just thought that there aren't to many good surprises in the world right now so why not be guaranteed a great one. And it'll make the birth more special."

"How poetic," I scoffed, a little disappointed in this new development. Ever since Esme came back for Alice three months ago things have gotten better on the Alice baby front. Jasper got a job at the local mechanic shop assisting in motorcycle repair and another job at one of those history museums in Port Angeles. He's saving almost all of the money for the baby even though Esme and his parent's are also going to be helping financially.

All of this has been learned from Alice since I still haven't spoken with Jasper since I dumped the Gatorade on his head. There have been some looks and silent head nods in the hallways and whenever our paves were crossed by our new common element of Alice. But we don't speak. After more than two years together of almost never shutting up, we can't seem to find any words for each other. The guy that was once the biggest part of my life five months ago has become basically a stranger. A part of me did miss him, its hard not to when you have so much history with a person. But at the same time I feel like whatever marks Jasper left on my life are slowly being consumed by something much more powerful.

Alice is making bits of money as well by selling accessories online that she makes from crocheting and other shit. She's tried to pull me into it with her for a while but that changed quickly once we realized I have almost zero hand coordination. Everything she makes looks professional and flawless, mine looked like the unborn baby in her stomach made them.

As happy as Alice seems to be at times, there was always sadness to her in those rare moments when she actually slowed down and relaxed. I mean she is still just a teenager thrown into an unwanted pregnancy with a boyfriend she met a month before. Along with Carlisle still living in Seattle and not having had talked to her or Esme since he left, Alice's life is from perfect.

I held up the sonogram picture once more and looked at it closely. This little blob is a person that I helped in the creation of. I should tell Alice. I should tell her that I ruined her life. It's only going to get worst the longer I put it off.

Just grow some balls and do it.

"Alice," I sighed and looked up into the blue eyes of my friend, "I think that you should kn—"

Beep beep beep . . . beep beep beep

"Shit. Sorry I have to go to work," I jumped up and silenced the alarm on my phone, slightly relieved. "Here you go," I said holding the sonogram picture out to Alice.

Alice shook her head, "No Bella. I want you to have that one. I have more in my purse. The little bean's Auntie Bella should have a picture."

Too touched to decline I simply nodded and gave her a hug, "I'll talk to you later." Before I left I lifted Alice's sweater and placed a big raspberry on her swelled stomach. "Goodbye little bean."

A little squeal escaped Alice's mouth as she quickly pulled down her sweater, "Your lips are so cold! Aren't they getting any action?"

"Puh-lease. You know the answer to that," I defended. "And we both know that my pillow, who by the way has been pretending to be Ryan Gosling lately, doesn't count."

Alice shook with laughter, "Get out of here! You need to go and make some money to spoil my child."

I shook my head as I walked backwards away towards my truck in the parking lot of the park, "The only thing that kid is going to get from me is life lessons on how to annoy the hell out of you!"

Alice's laughter grows soft and then is cut off when I shut my door. Before pulling out of the space I took out the picture once more. "Maybe I didn't do such a bad thing," I spoke quietly to myself as I put it standing up in front of my radio.

"Want to help me create our own personal love shack Bella? I have a tent for you." Mike Newton proposed with an eyebrow wiggle and puffed up his lips. As he leaned up against the staff locker next to mine holding up a tent that needed to be put up for display.

I smiled and slammed my own mustard yellow locker, "As tempting as that sounds. My shift is over, Romeo. I only worked till 3 today. You should have asked me half an hour ago. Lord knows I need some action," My voice dripping with sarcasm.

Mike shook his head and grinned, "You see I hear that tone in your voice but I also know that nobody has been up to bat since Whitlock. I just want you to know that if you need to let someone throw a quick curve ball," he lightly placed his hand on my shoulder, "I'm ready in the dugout."

I mimicked him and put my other hand on his shoulder and nodded, "I really appreciate that Mike. If I ever need some quick and underwhelming action but some guy smelling of grape Big League Chew, you will be my first call."

He dropped his arm and started walking backwards back towards the showroom, "Oh don't worry about it being underwhelming baby." He then started humping the tent kit as he slowly walked back into the main storeroom.

Always a charmer, that one. Maybe one day I'll finally get around to filing a sexual harassment suit. But he's just a horny teenage boy whose parents own the store. Besides he's never laid a hand on me and it is actually pretty entertaining sometimes. So I just go with it. No harm, no foul.

I pulled out my phone to text Rosalie and Emmett about our trio Saturday dinner date tonight as I exited the store. As I approached my truck I looked up from the tiny screen to see a tense looking Edward leaning against the door. "Hey Ducky," I smiled and adjusted the purse strap on my shoulder. "What brings you to Newton's Olympic Outfitters? Need some camping gear?"

He answered by clenching his jaw with a quick shake of his head.

My eyes widened in recognition, "I know what this is. And I knew that this day was coming so I have been practicing." I cracked my neck and started bouncing up and down to warm up. "You are here for an impromptu dance-off. Thought you could catch me off guard Masen? Isabella Marie Swan is always ready. Always."

"Um . . . no. I-I-I . . . I want to tell you something," Edward stammered without even cracking a smile.

I stopped moving at the tone of his voice and took a good look at him. In all these months that I've known Edward I've never seen him like this: nervous and just plain twitchy. He's changing his footing every five seconds or so and is avoiding meeting my gaze. "Of course," I spoke softly as if I was afraid to scare him off like a baby bird, "You can tell me anything." I pushed back the small voice in the back of my head that echoed that I couldn't promise the reverse, I couldn't tell him everything that I wanted to.

Edward nodded slowly and ran a hand threw his bronze hair. After a few moments he then licked him lips before speaking, "I want to show you something."

Normally I would have made some joke about his penis or ambiguous third nipples but the way he was acting is telling me that this is not the time or place for hairy ass cheek jokes. "Then show me."

"Its . . . its in Port Angeles," he stuttered a bit.

Without skipping a beat I replied, "Then shall I drive or will you?"

One text message to Rosalie apologizing and 20 minuets later, Edward and I were passing into the city limits of Port Angeles.

He hasn't said a word since we climb into his car and he speeded off. This is the longest we've ever been together without speaking. The radio isn't even on. The only sound is the loud purr of the Volvo's engine as he was driving like a bat out of hell. It's deafening. I'm going stir crazy.

I met Edward only three months ago. How many months does it take for a serial killer to kill someone if they're the type that befriends you first and waits for you to trust them before they pounce? Holy Shit. Wait. No. If he were going to kill me he would have done it by now. No one who was planning on killing me would have hung out with me for this long without killing me yet. I mean, I'll be honest; I can be really fucking annoying sometimes.

The car then turned into the parking lot of a multi-leveled brick hotel-like building breaking me out of my paranoid inner rant. We drove pass the sign that was next to the parking lot entrance to quickly for me to read. I waited for Edward to park and turn off the engine before asking, "Where are we?"

He was still clutching the steering wheel and keeping his gaze down. "St. Raphael's Psychiatric Hospital of Port Angeles."

"Look I know I'm a bit crazy, but you don't have to commit me. My craziness has actually downgraded a whole hell of a lot in the past few months." I panicked.

That son of a bitch finally looked at me and then actually cracked a small crooked half smile. "As much as I, and many of our friends, may believe that you will need to have that happen one day. Today is not that day."

I looked at him in confusion. "Then why are we here?"

He took in a long breath before saying, "There is someone I want you to meet."

"Room 429," Edward stated as we stood in the hallway in front of the closed door.

I nodded, "Yup . . . so . . . did you drive me all this way just to show me the door . . . or what."

He shook his head and turned to me, "Look I don't know how to tell you exactly about what's in there yet. I thought that once we were outside of the door that the words would just start flowing out of me like word vomit but here we are and . . . I have nothing."

I am seriously freaking out but if I freak out then Edward will freak out and then I won't find out anything. "Well why don't you just show me and then maybe later the words will come."

With a deep breath in, Edward nodded and moved forward to knock on the door.

A pretty girl with her blonde hair in a ponytail and dark blue eyes wearing purple scrubs opened the door part way. "Hello? Oh Edward, how are you today?" She said with a smile once she recognized that it was him at the door.

Edward nodded, "Oh you know the usual, Kate. Um . . . how is she doing today? Can she have visitors?"

"She is having a better day than yesterday. She's recognizing most everyone today," Kate responded. "Please come in, she'll be glad to see you." Kate stepped back and opened the door to let us in.

I took a step forward but Edward stood still. Turning back towards him I held out my hand silently showing him my support. He looked at my hand for a moment, paused for a deep breath, and took it leading me into the room.

The room looked like any typical long-term hospital room; television mounted to the wall showing soap operas, uncomfortable looking couch and chairs, but there were also some personal touches like photos and a few plants. In the middle of the room against the far wall was a hospital bed where Kate was whispering to a middle-aged woman in a ratty old t-shirt two sizes too big against her small figure. Once Kate stood back up she gave us a smile and with a quick remainder that she'll be down the hall at the floor's station she left closing the door behind her.

"Edward?" The soft voice of the women in the bed called over.

Dropping my hand, Edward moved across the room lighting fast to the armchair next to the bed. "Hi Mom."

My mouth opened in surprise. We've never really talked about it, but I just assumed that his parents were just out of the picture or dead since he lived with his aunt and uncle. Why did he bring me here? Why do I have to meet his mom in the loony bin?

"I brought a friend that I'd like you to meet," Edward smiled at his mother and gestured to me to join them. I snapped out of my mini-freak out and grabbed another chair to sit next to Edward. "This is my friend Bella, Mom."

I awkwardly raised up my hand in a small wave not knowing exactly what to say, "Hi, it's so nice to meet you . . . Ms. Masen."

She just stared at me. She was a woman that you could tell was once a stunning beauty but age and hardship have withered her looks. She was still attractive compared to other women around her age but she's not what she once was. She had caramel brown hair stripped with bits of gray that was naturally loose curled that reached her shoulders. Her face was heart shaped and she had some light freckles covering it. There was a giant pink scar that went from the corner her left eye past her temple that disappeared into her hairline. But what struck me the most were her bright emerald eyes with the gold flakes that were exactly the same as Edward's. But unlike her son, her eyes had a vague distant look about them. "I'm sorry have I met you before?" She said with a scared tone of voice.

Edward reached for his mother's hand and talked to her in a calm steady tone, "No Mom. You've never met Bella before. This is the first time you've met her, but I've told you about her before. Do you remember?"

She just shook her head, "No."

That made Edward wince a little but he quickly composed himself, "Well she was the first friend that I made at my new school Mom. You know when we moved here from Chicago a few months ago?"

"Oh, well hello Bella. I'm Liz." She gave me a shy smile.

I smiled back, "Hi Liz. So tell me, what is going on in the city of Salem these days? It's been a while since I've watched the sands go through the hourglass."

The sun was beginning its journey down, even though it was hard to tell underneath the cloud cover. Edward and I were back in his car and passing the town limits of rainy Forks when he finally broke the silence that has been weighing between us since we left Liz. "Thank you . . . for coming with me today."

I turned back from the window and shook my head. "Why?"

He opened his mouth to say something then shut it before saying, "Why what exactly?"

"Why what?! Why everything!" I exploded.

"Alright, alright. I know I have some 'splanin to do Lucy. Just calm down," He shouted right back at me.

I scoffed, "Some 'splanin to do?! This isn't a fucking sitcom Ricky-damn it. Edward!" Then he dared to start smiling at my mistake. "Fucking hell, pull the car over!"

"Bella, be reasonable we're almost back to the store," Edward tried to reason.

It just set me off even worst, "PULL THE MOTHER FUCKING CAR OVER EDWARD ANTHONY!"

He slapped the steering wheel and yelled back, "FINE!"

My head was thrown back against the window as he quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. I was out of the car and storming into the rainy woods before he even had the car fully stopped. "BELLA!" I heard being shouted at me as I stomped off into the trees. But eventually he did catch up to me and he grabbed my arm, effectively stopping me from moving any farther away from him.

"Why are you so angry with me?" He asked still with a hint of anger in his own voice as well.

"Why am I angry with you?" I screamed. "Why the fuck wouldn't I be? You take me to meet your mother, who is in the mental hospital, with no explanation and no warning. Do you know how terrified I was? I could have said something totally ridiculous and made a complete ass of myself to your mother."

Edward's jaw tensed as he rubbed his damp chin with his hand, "Look I know that what I did was pretty dickish but you need to . . . calm down . . . and understand that its really hard for me to talk about my mother. But the thing is that I wanted you to know. I want you to know about the things in my life that I'm not brave enough to talk about. I know I caught you off guard and put you in an uncomfortable position but that was the only way I could think of to tell you."

I shook my head, "Well you showed me. But you do realize that I need more information than just that your mother is in the hospital. Then you tell me that you can't explain because it's to hard for you? You can't just show me something like that then not expect me to freak out when you still can't talk to me about it!"

"Okay!" He screamed turning away from me and punching the nearest tree with a loud deafening thud. My eyes widened in shock. I've never seen him angry like this. I've seen him mad . . . at movies and at Jasper. But I've never seen him this level of angry before, it was like he was uncontrollable. I felt my body temperature drop and chills ghost through my body. After that, time slowed down. I wasn't sure how much time passed before slowly he relaxed his tense body and turned back toward me. The look on his face was recognizable even through the downpour of the rain.

Shame.

His eyes locked on with mine before he spoke again. "Okay," his voice was shaken and soft. His body straightened back up as he made his way back towards me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper. Don't be scared."

I swallowed my fear and lied, "I'm not scared. I'm not a little girl."

Edward just shook his head, "I'll explain . . . everything. Can we please just go back to the car and get out of this rain? I don't want Charlie to kill me for you getting hypothermia."

"You promise you'll tell me if I get back in that car?"

"Yes." His voice sounded so sure, the stubbornness that is so embedded into me couldn't help but give out.

I let out a sigh of defeat and stomped my way pass Edward and towards the car. I yanked open the passenger side door and plopped down on the worn leather seat. The door slammed to a shut next to me as I stared through the wet windshield at Edward's dark figure pace around the wet forest. Even through the rain blurring him into a tall black blob I could see a jolt of copper color that could only be his hair. This is a different side to Edward that I've only seen glimpses of in smaller moments. I don't know how to handle him like this.

After his seventeenth lap around the small wooded area, Edward stalked his way towards the Volvo. My eyes never left him the entire time. From him pausing outside of the driver side door, hand on the handle, to him finally getting in and shaking the water out of his hair like a dog. He still didn't look at me while his fingers started drumming on the steering wheel.

The need to say something was very dense in the small space as Edward's finger tapping filled the air with fast and slow thuds.

Thud. . . thudthudthudthudthud . . . thudthud . . . thud . . . thudthudthu-

A loud groan erupted from my throat as I reached over and yanked his right hand into my lap. "For the love of God! That is the most annoying sound. Take all the time you want just please never make that sound again."

Edward nodded slowly and finally turned towards me. But his eyes weren't on mine, but rather on my two hands holding his. He began with a long sigh; "My parents met at the University of Chicago in 1991. Liz was a sophomore from the suburbs of Illinois trying to get a degree in education when she met my father Anthony Masen, the junior business major from the upper class society of Chicago. The two started dating despite the Masen family disapproval of the pairing. The next year my mother became pregnant with me. When my father made it known that he was going to marry her, his family disowned him completely.

"They got married at the courthouse with only Liz's parents and her older sister Esme with her own new husband Carlisle as witnesses. Anthony completed his degree and got a job at this real estate investment company while Liz had to drop out of college. They lived in a small one-bedroom apartment trying to make a real marriage out of a forced situation. When I was born, Liz stayed at home to take care of me while Anthony would work all day and most of the night in order to keep the family afloat. Liz became more and more bitter towards Anthony about working so much while he didn't see any way around his work schedule.

"But as I grew older and Anthony slowly advanced up the corporate ladder, things in our family seemed to become easier. We moved into a slightly bigger apartment and the times where Anthony wasn't working were the best in my childhood. Chicago is a city of millions but at those times it felt like the only people in the entire city were the three of us. My parents and I were happy in those moments. There were trips to the park, picnics, countless museums, the zoo, camping, hikes, and even a couple vacations to the great lake with Esme, Carlisle, and Alice. Those are the moments that I like to think about when I think back on my childhood.

"In early 2000, Anthony received a call from his mother. My grandfather had died and she wanted him to come back to the society world that he was shunned out of for marrying my mother. He agreed and soon our lives were thrown into a blender basically. With his family now accepting Anthony back, his trust fund that was supposed to be given to him when he graduated college was now instated. We moved to a penthouse apartment near Hyde Park, I was sent to the best private school in the city, Liz was able to go back to school, and Anthony used his new connections to become one of the biggest names of real estate investment in the city. Every weekend, and a lot of weekdays, my parents were gone to a fundraiser or party or business trip while I was sent off to Esme's. Our time together as a family became non-existent.

"Anthony was gone more than my mother though. Their marriage was becoming strained and almost non-existent. It was obvious to everyone, even me at seven years old. Liz didn't want any part of society life and was reluctant to even go to functions as Anthony's date. She became bitter as the world that he gave up for her slowly reclaimed him. She didn't like that I was going to become apart of that same world more and more as I grew older. He thought that she was holding him back and that she had been since they met. The stress of the failing marriage was invoking a drinking problem in both of them.

"In 2002, a few months before I turned nine, I came home from school to find my father in his study kissing a woman on his desk. Her name was Heidi. I've met her a few times at some of the society functions that I was allowed to attend. My father noticed me in the doorway and pulled me aside into my room. He told me that if I loved my mother then I wouldn't say anything to her or anybody about what I saw. So I didn't say anything.

"In October later that year, Liz and I went out for the day to the aquarium. We had the best day. She had been so busy trying to finish her degree and attending events with my father that we hadn't had a lot of alone time together in months. She woke me up that morning and surprised me with renting out the entire aquarium. I ran all over looking at all of the different fishes. I even got to feed the dolphins. It was incredible. But when we arrived home that afternoon, my father was in the living room on the couch with a half naked Heidi.

"The screaming that filled the apartment was terrifying. I ran to my room and closed the door, but nothing could shut out the noise of my parent's marriage blowing up. After a couple of minuets my mother came bursting through my door and grabbed me by the hand, pulling me towards the door. As she lead me away from the apartment I looked back towards my father, still in the living room, pouring himself a giant tumbler of bourbon. He didn't even spare a glance as his wife dragged his son and herself away from him.

"We were in the car speeding away from the city towards Esme and Carlisle's house. Liz was losing her shit and the guilt inside of me was just exploding. So I told her. I told her that I knew Dad was kissing that Heidi lady for five months now and how he told me not to tell anyone if I loved her because it would hurt her too much. My mother, with the most shocked and horrified look I could ever imagined, turned to look at me in the back seat while the car was still in motion. The car then veered into oncoming traffic. I screamed at her to turn around but she wasn't quick enough and we were hit by a SUV. The car flipped over in the middle of the highway.

"Liz hit her head pretty hard against the broken window. The glass sliced through her skin and over her temple. Just half an inch deeper and she would have been dead. She suffered severe head trauma and brain damage, sending her into a coma that lasted for months. While she was in the coma, Anthony filed for divorce and gave up his rights as a parent. Esme, who was my mother's guardian while she was in her comatose state, didn't contest the divorce so it was finalized and I was then placed in Esme's care.

"She came out of her coma four months later. When she woke up she suffered from retrograde amnesia, she couldn't remember anything about our day together, catching Anthony in the apartment, or even the car crash. The doctors said not to worry, that within a month her memories would come back. But they didn't. Due to the brain damage suffered in the accident she now has trouble creating new memories, and it is only getting worse with age. She can, over a long period of time, but it can take her months to remember a person that she meets now. It's taking longer and longer for her to make new memories. I mean she is just now remembering that we left Chicago. Eventually she will no longer be able to transfer the information from her short term memory to her long term memory. She will only have the capacity to remember things that are already in her long term memory and the things that have only happened in the past day or so before its completely wiped from her memory.

"I go to see her every day. But she has these bad days when she doesn't even recognize me because she wakes up thinking that its 2002 and that I'm still nine and she is going to surprise me later with a trip to the aquarium. So when a grown version of her nine year old son walks through the door she flips her shit. Those are the worst days. When I go to see my mother and she looks at me as if I'm a fucking stranger and not her son." Edward broke off from his story for the first time then with a throaty sob. He threw his body away from me and leaned against the window with his face in his hands.

"Hey," I whispered as I leaned over the console and pulled his hands away from his face. I waited for his eyes to meet mine before the speaking, "Calm down. You're with me, everything's okay."

Edward let out a long sigh and gave a slow nod. He took one of his hands out of mine and gently placed it on my neck. I was pretty sure that he could feel my pounding pulse beneath his palm. I felt like I was truly seeing him for the first time right now. His face was open and vulnerable, his body looked relaxed like it was freed of a giant burden, his eyes looked trustful. My breathing hitched as his hand slowly slid up my neck and his fingers tangled into my hair. He took in a deep breath as he pulled my head towards his. His forehead rested against mine as his eyes closed. Content washed over me as I felt my own eyes close as well. I know that I could be asking any of my countless questions. I could be using useless words in an attempt to calm him down. But this was all that was needed to show my support: silence and my presence.

We stayed in our silence for a few endless moments before my big mouth had to get in the way. I opened my eyes and stared at his face that so impossible close to mine. I felt my forehead scrunch up in confusion as words came bubbling out of my mouth, "Why did you take me today?"

His green eyes opened and he removed his hand from the back of my head. As his body moved away from mine to lean against the car door, he looked like he was at a lost for words. "You know Bella," he stated "I just feel like I can tell you anything. I don't know why though. But I can tell you that it scares the hell out of me. You scare the hell out of me. I never told anybody the entire story like that before. Nobody else knows that I knew that my dad was cheating or that I told my mom that right before she crashed the car. She never remembered either."

I couldn't think of anything else to say but "You scare the hell out of me too,"

Edward's mouth broke into a small smirk of amusement. Soon his body was leaning back towards mine and his hand was on my cheek. It was bigger than usual and starting to turn purple. "Your hand is starting to swell and bruise. Doesn't it hurt?" I say with my brain not thinking straight.

He sighed, "Yeah. But I really could care less right now." He was so close; I could feel his breath on my face again.

"Well that's what happens when you punch a fucking solid tree you dipshit." I couldn't stop myself from being the sarcastic bitch that I was.

Edward chuckled, "Just be quiet for once in your life, okay?"

Normally I would be beyond pissed at that comment, but I couldn't bring myself to really care as his mouth was moving closer towards mine. I even felt myself start to inch closer as well.

As I closed my eyes I could start to feel his lips barely touching my own. But I froze. Today he was open and honest with me about his past. He told me things that he never told anyone else. He told me these things because he felt like he could trust me and that he wanted to let me in. But I can't do the same.

His lips met mine with this tender amount of pressure. It was the most intoxicating kiss of my life; I couldn't help but return it. I thought my mind went blank from pleasure but one thought pulsed through my body as he tried to deepen it.

Tell him the truth.

I want to tell him. But I don't know how. So I do the only thing I know I can do.

I panic.

Breaking away from Edward I looked away from his shocked face and stammered, "I'm sorry." And before he could say a word I threw myself out of the car and began running through the woods to the long path that would lead me back to my truck, blocking out his voice yelling after me.

A/N:

It's been a while, I know.

I hope you guys aren't to mad.

I'm working on the next chapter as you read.

I'm using creative license in Liz's mental illness. It was all based on internet research, but her memory problems as a whole can't technically happen.

Hoped you enjoyed.

All I ask for is patience.

-cynmonstrosity