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Bella's POV:

The front door opened then closed. I could hear footsteps go through the kitchen. Please oh please don't come upstairs I thought.

"Bella?" Charlie's voice boomed up the stairs.

I stared wide eyed at Edward like a deer in headlights, the pain in my back forgotten for now. I was barely dressed with a boy in the bathroom with Charlie home.

"I'm up here dad" I called. Edward stood there looking like he was deciding something. So help me if he talked to my father. . he must have read my expression for his face had anger etched in it. I slowly shook my head. "I'm just getting in the shower then I will start dinner for you" I said.

"Ok, take your time." I heard the TV on a sports station and let out a sigh of relief. I wobbled over to the bath and turned on the water.

Edwards POV:

This was by far the hardest decision I've had to make. I could easily get Charlie and show him everything. If I did that Bella would never talk to me again, I was being selfish. But she did say she would lie, she would run away if she had to. I couldn't let her do that. I kept my mouth closed.

I watched Bella try to get to the bath faucet. She bent over and turned on the water. In doing so her towel slid down her back a few inches. There were claw marks on her back, I quickly looked away, anger boiling inside me. If I ever found out who did this. .

Bella's POV:

I turned around, Edward was looking at the wall like he was going to murder it. I cleared my throat and he looked at me. "Could you turn around please?" I asked. He looked slightly embarrassed and turned around. I quickly turned on the shower to wash all my cuts and dried blood off. I washed my hair and tried to scrub my cuts trying not to make any noise from the pain. After I was finished I still felt dirty, like it was impossible to ever be clean again. I grabbed a towel, tried to dry off and wrapped it back around me.

I started for the door, but Edward stopped me. "What do you need?" he asked.

"I'm perfectly capable of getting everything myself thank you" I replied. He simply raised an eyebrow and led me to sit on the toilet. I couldn't argue, I felt so worn out.

"I'll be right back" and with that he was gone. I felt slightly embarrassed having Edward going through my stuff, but a part of me could care less. He came back a couple minutes later with some sweats a long sleeved shirt and some clean underwear. I could feel myself blushing, something I hadn't done for years. I started putting them on, I was doing fine until I tried putting the shirt on. I gasped as it touched my back, afraid that my back would start bleeding if I pulled it down.

Edwards POV:

I heard Bella gasp and I spun around without thinking. Her back was to me with her shirt pulled up. Bella's back was covered with scratches, some fairly deep, there appeared to be a bite mark on her side. As much as I wanted to look away I couldn't. How could she protect someone who would do such a thing? I walked up behind her and helped her pull her shirt down careful not to touch her skin.

"Thank you" she whispered.