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A/N: OMG! I TOTALLY FORGOT TO UPDATE! I'm so sorry to all of you out there that had to wait for this! I truely hope you enjoyed the last chapter and that you enjoy this one. (Sorry Again)

Screaming Silently

Chapter 7

Edward POV

Is it possible to get to a stage were you are so sore, it hurts to think about how much pain you will inflict on yourself if you open your eyelids?

I was eternally grateful to Emmett for taking my mind off it for a few hours but I had no idea I would end up in so much pain. It felt like every muscle in my body wanted to shrivel up and die. The sad part is that a little part of me wants them to because it might ease the pain.

"I'll take a wild swing and guess that you're in a bit of pain," said Emmett in his booming voice. I chose to ignore the bad pun and replied with a noncommittal grunt.

I felt his hand come behind my head and lift it, despite my neck muscles screeching in protest. I felt a cool glass against my lips before I felt water in my mouth. God forbid, it hurt to swallow.

"I have something that'll take the edge off the pain," he continued, still helping me drink. "Problem is, it's a deep tissue massage thing so its going to hurt when I rub it in but it'll be better afterwards I promise."

I nodded and he rolled me over, pulling off my shirt. I had the chance to smell something foolish before an icy cold feeling tricked down my back.

"AARGH!" I yelled, shooting upwards. "It's freezing!"

Emmett pushed me back down onto the foldout couch and began to massage my back. He was surprisingly tender for such a large man and his strong fingers were good at really grinding into the multitudes of knots in my back.

"I'm sorry for not pulling you up sooner," he sighed. "I really didn't believe you capable of two hours of continuous work. I mean, it didn't even register that we'd been out there that long until the tree fell and you jumped right on in to start hacking it to pieces. On top of that, I'm still marvelling that you were able to get halfway back here before I had to carry you the rest of the way. I think you were asleep when I pulled you out of the shower and I'm not surprised."

"Thanks for doing it," I said quietly. "I like it that you didn't stop to ask me questions. I guess I came to you because I knew that you knew what I needed."

"Something that piques my interest though, is the why part," said Emmett. "You have never gone to such physically exhausting lengths before and I can't help but wonder why."

"It's a girl," I sighed. "I'm worried about her and the only thing that's stopping me driving to Seattle to find her at the moment is the fact that I don't think I could stand long enough to get to the car."

"The girl you saved when she jumped off the cliff?" asked Emmett.

"She didn't jump!" I said furiously, irked that people jumped to conclusions. "Her ex-boyfriend pushed her, intending to kill her. She was so scared that he would come back to finish the job but she had to go back to Seattle for some reason. Alice went with her and they're staying at Alice's place but I'm still so worried."

"Wait a minute, Edward," said Emmett. "You're worried about a girl you've known less than a week more than your little sister, despite all she went through just a couple of years ago?"

"You know that the bastard who did that to her is dead," I said. "The asshole Bella was going out with is still alive and she is practically defenceless and scared out of her wits. I have faith in Alice that she won't relapse despite the scars that she still bears. One day she'll meet a guy who respects her for who she is and she'll be happy. That, and I now have the resources and connections to do every possible background check on any guy and the power to have him…chucked out on his ass."

It might have been seven years since that prick hurt my little sister but the scars were still with all of us. She got a boyfriend named Ben or something in high school and we all thought it was cute how she talked about all the fabulous things they had done. Then one day, dad noticed the circles under her eyes and the rashes on her legs and arms. We all questioned her about it but she didn't say anything. She became more and more withdrawn and we barely saw her anymore.

One night, she didn't come home. We set up a massive search party which eventually found her unconscious in the woods: she had overdosed on marijuana and then suffered some pretty nasty blows and cuts all over her body. It took a long time for her to fully recuperate but I dealt with the situation whilst she was out of it: I hired a professional guy and he took care of it all. She never found out what happened.

"Ok Edward, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt on this one," said Emmett. "Just make sure you call Alice every day and check that they're alright."

"That's a given," I replied, knowing that I would blame myself if anything happened to either one of them.

Bella POV

I didn't sleep much that night. Every time I thought I was drifting off, something outside would make a sound, James face would jump to mind and I would find myself twisted in my sheets, drenched in a cold sweat.

It was early Friday morning when I pulled myself out of bed and into the shower. When I was sufficiently relaxed, I grabbed my clothes and got dressed. Alice had got me a nice pair of stonewash jeans so I combined that with a white shirt and vest. My cast made it difficult in the shoe department but I had a black brace on it now and I merely put a black flat on the other foot.

I wasn't prepared for the sight that met me in the kitchen. Sitting slumped up at the bench was a very different Rosalie to the one I had met the day before, cradling a humongous mug of coffee. Her silky blonde hair stood up in an impossible array, somewhat resembling a beehive and she was dressed in a giant, fluffy robe of the most lurid orange I had ever seen.

She gave me a look as I rounded the corner, as if daring me to judge the way she looked. I couldn't have cared less, especially when I saw that she had made a whole pot of coffee and it looked like she was willing to share.

"Morning," I said, pouring myself half a mega-mug. "Do you want me to make you something to eat whilst I make myself something?"

"Mmm," came her noncommittal reply which I interpreted as a yes.

I grabbed out all the ingredients I would need to make French toast an set about it. By the time I had put the first pieces in the pan, an immaculate Alice floated down the stairs looking primped and preened for another day. She took one look at the both of us and pursed her lips then whipped out a silver cell and walked out of the room.

I handed some pieces to Rosalie and she thanked me then did the same for Alice and myself. The tiny one reappeared and sat up to her breakfast.

"We have a 9:30 with Giovanni and an 11:00 with Pierre," she said spritely. "After that, we can go and do whatever Bella needs to do and hopefully be back in time for that 3:15 with Bree."

I didn't even try to comprehend what she said, focusing instead on my breakfast.

"Don't you have a 1:30 with Heidi?" asked Rosalie, regaining the woman who I saw yesterday. "Her order was only $3,750 but it has taken so long that I'm beginning to think that she may not have the money."

"Seeing as she rescheduled so many times on us, I thought it only fair that I return the favour," said Alice slyly. "Besides, Bella has things to do and we cant neglect them. Some things are more important than others. Speaking of which, do you have a cocktail dress, Bella? We have a designer party to go to on Sunday night and you need something to wear."

"I don't need to go," I said. "I can stay here and just veg for the night if you have other things planned."

"I'll take that as a no then," said Alice, turning to Rosalie. "Go get changed and I'll meet you in the car in 15 minutes. If you can't get that knot in your hair out, put a hat on."


A/N: Gotta love em! In regards to the rather...crude message I recieved from *someonewhoshallremainnameless* (you know who you are) if this story is minutely incorrect, I suggest you try and write your own. I'm mature enough to disregard your comments but, seriously, if you dont like it then dont read it.

To all you other awesome peeps, i will try and leave a more regular update. Sorry. (Remember to review IYW)