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The kiss was sweet. It was something that I thought I would never want, but here I was kissing the person I thought was a vile; the person that is the kindest person to me, even kinder then my mother.

He pressed his body to me slightly, making my back touch the car. Edward was holding one of my hands and the other was settling gently across my cheek. This wasn't like any other kiss I had ever had. It was different; blissful; pure sweetness.

His tongue glided along my bottom lip and I allowed entrance. It was warm and our tongues danced together. He pressed me up against the car a little more and that's when I tensed. I started picturing Jacob above me, pressing his body into mine.

My eyes snapped open and all I saw was Jacob's face. I felt his body entering mine; I let out a whimper, my eyes starting to tear up.

"Bella?" I heard Edwards voice, but it was Jacob that spoke the simple words; making them turn into words that burned my skin. The tears began to fall.

"Bella?! What's wrong?" Edwards's voice was now urgent, and the words hit me like glass. I felt fingers rubbing at my eyes, but I saw it as Jacob's tongue gliding grotesquely across my eyes.

I jumped back and felt the car hit the back of my ankles and the door hit my back. I almost fell, but some one caught me. I looked up to see Edward's hurt face, and almost sighed with relief as I threw my arms around his waist.

"Bella, what's wrong?" he asked in a quite voice.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I-I…was just…umm….thought I saw a bug." I quickly lied and collected myself. I dropped my arms, from around him, to my side.

He shook his head. "Right, okay." He paused and I thought he was about to open my door, but he started talking again. "Bella?"

"Yes?"

"I am…sorry for kissing you." He really sounded sorry, and I wish he didn't. He didn't know how much I wanted that.

"No –don't be." I said simply and then he opened the car door for me and I stepped in. He walked around the car and stepped in him self; starting it as soon as he was sitting.

Then we were off. The ride home was silent, I didn't know what to say, but then again my mind was off thinking about what had happened when he kissed me. What made me picture Jacob? Was it guilt? Whatever it was I couldn't help but think that Edward thought I reacted that way because of him. He didn't know how wrong he was, though.

I stared at my hands in my lap the ride home and when I looked up, I was startled to see we were already at Charlie's. I cursed myself silently as I had basically ruined the whole date, or at least the end of it.

"Bella, we're here." He noted, though I could clearly see that

"Yes, I guess we are." I sighed as I went to open the car door.

"Bella?" Edwards's voice held a tint of hesitation to it.

I turned to look back at his angelic face, "Yes?"

"Please, be careful tomorrow. I don't want to come back to school on Monday and hear that you are in the hospital." He gave a slight smile.

I scowled, "Don't worry, I am not that clumsy." I let my voice drip with venom.

He laughed, "Goodnight, Bella. Sleep tight."

"Goodnight. I will see you on Monday," and with that I opened the door and stepped out of the car. I shut the door slowly behind me before walking up to the front steps. I heard Edward's Volvo drive off as I unlocked the door, finding Charlie sprawled out on the couch when I walked in.

"Hey, Dad," I said as I walked into the living room.

"Hey, Bells. How was the date?" He looked up from the T.V. and eyed me.

"It was good. How was your night?" I asked as I started to turn around.

"Same old, same old," He joked. I weakly smiled and started to walk up the steps.

I was so exhausted. I felt like I hadn't slept in days rather then just a few hours. Dinner had been delicious and same with the kiss, but when I started picturing Jacob pressed against me and not Edward, I ruined it all. I think that was what made me tired.

I walked into my room, heading to my bathroom toiletries, when I noticed the time. It was a little past eleven. I gaped. Edward had picked my up at seven; I didn't know we had been gone that long. Well that explains my exhaustion.

I laughed at myself as I grabbed my bag and walked into the bathroom. I felt like taking a shower, so I undressed and turned the water on hot before stepping in. I thought about the pain it had caused me to just step into the shower last Saturday. I had cried out in pain, but now I felt a lot better. I only emotionally hurt now, not physically.

The next morning I woke to sunshine. I groaned and stretched in happiness at the thought of what I was going to do today. I decided I wanted to go exploring in the woods. I knew it wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do, but I wanted the fresh air.

After getting ready in a pair of jeans, a blue flannel shirt, and some tennis shoes, I walked down stairs to find Charlie digging through the refrigerator.

"What are you doing, dad?" I asked as I went to the pantry and grabbed a granola bar.

"Fishing with Billy." He voice was really muffled and when he pulled away from the refrigerator, I saw why. He had bread in his mouth and cheese and meat in his hands.

I stifled a giggle, "Well, have fun then." I gave him a smile that said 'don't worry about me dad', just so he wouldn't ask me if I wanted him to stay home.

"Thanks, Bells." He paused and then dropped the stuff on the counter, "You know you sure are easy to live with."

My smile grew, "You too, Dad."

Once Charlie was out the door, I quickly pulled on my parka and was out the door to my truck. I had to do at least one spin in the sun before I actually got into the truck. I opened the door and jumped up, wincing at the cold on the leather. I quickly cranked my truck and turned the heat on. Just because it was sunny out, did not mean it was warm. It was quite chilly today.

After I passed a few turns and got off of the highway, I pulled my truck over to the side of the road. Identical woods sat on either sides of my truck. I looked back and forth. Now which side do I want to go? I thought about it and decided that it would be best if I went walking on a trail that I did know.

I hopped out of the truck and shut the door, but not before grabbing my water and a compass. I headed to the right side of the woods from my truck, excited that I got to get out without getting rained on. So, I began my walk.

I tripped over a few limbs and rocks, scraped my hands, but for the most part I didn't break anything. I stayed mostly on the trail, stopping every twenty minutes to check my compass. The woods were damp, but not damp enough to get my boots soaked.

It felt like I had been walking for two days, but when I glanced at my watch, it had only been two hours. I rolled my eyes at my watch and started walking again. I sometimes whistled to myself, I talked to myself, which was something quite strange. I had never been the one to talk to myself. If people found me doing that, they would defiantly think I was mentally unstable.

When I finally came to a stop, I was in a little meadow. I had started coming to this place, when I found it, about eight months ago. I came here when I found it hard to make friends; when I was nobody. Now that I am nobody again, I felt it was time to pay this little circle a visit.

It was very beautiful; a perfectly symmetrical circle, with little flower buds of soft yellow and lavender purple. The sun shined directly into the center of the meadow.

I walked into the sunlight and sat down. There wasn't really any dampness because the sun had dried it out. I was glad about that; I didn't feel like having my pants wet with water. I lie back on the grass and let the sun drench my skin. It felt great. The warmness on my skin, the heat soaking into me; I sighed and drifted to sleep.

I didn't dream anything, I didn't feel anything, and I didn't see anything but blackness. I was actually surprised that I was able to go to sleep with the sun on my skin, but then again not.

I woke to the sound of leaves rustling and wetness on my skin. I opened my eyes to be faced with the dark sky of rain clouds; the rain coming down in little droplets on my face. I sat up slowly stretching from the stiffness in my clothes. That was some nap.

I glanced around my surroundings and had to do a double take to realize…I wasn't alone.

I jumped up quickly as the dark silhouette walked out of the shadow of the trees. I almost screamed as I saw who it was. Mr. Slate. I stepped back slowly, but he walked up to me. My body froze.

"Hello Bella." He said in a raspy voice. It almost sounded like he was trying to sound seductive. I felt myself grimace. This could not be happening. I tried to back away slowly, but my muscles were locked.

"Err…" was all I said.

"You don't seem too eager to see me."

You got that right, I thought to myself. I had to get away from him. Fast. No matter what I did.

"Why is that?" He placed his hand on my cheek.

That's when I forced my muscles to unlock and I kicked him in the groin.

"Oh!" Was all he said as he slid down to the forest floor, clutching his manhood.

And with that I started to run past him, but he grabbed my ankle making me fall to the ground on my face. I turned around on my back and saw he was crawling over to me; he started to straddle me. I thought fast and poked him in the eyes. He fell on his side and I quickly got up of the floor, but not before throwing my water bottle at his back. Making him wince.

I started running, I didn't exactly know where to run, but I was going to get out of here.

After what I thought was hours, I made it back to the truck; I got in, pressed the locks down, and caught my breath. Once I started the engine, I began hyperventilating. I did not know what to think about what had just happened. It was possibly the scariest thing.

I drove home as fast as I could, trying to push sixty. The stupid truck, though, only made it to the low fifties.

When I finally reached home, I got out of the truck and made my way quickly to the porch. I unlocked the doors, while looking left from right and headed in. I closed the door with a loud bang and snapped the deadbolt from unlocked to locked.

"Bells?" I heard Charlie's curious voice come from the living room.

"Err…yes, dad?" I said a little breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" I guess he heard the franticness in my voice.

I walked from the hall to the living room. "Dad…I-I…" I felt my eyes fill with tears as I thought about seeing Mr. Slate.

"Bella, dear, what's wrong?" he asked as he stood up and came to grab my shoulders.

"I-I…he…there…Mr. Slate…" I couldn't even form a good sentence.

"What?" he paused, but I didn't answer. "Bella? Bella, what about Mr. Slate?"

"I-I saw…him. In…the woods. He attacked me." I said in between breaths.

Charlie's eyes grew wide with fury, "What?!"

"He…he was there. I went walking today on a…trail and he came after me…" More like stalked me.

"I knew I should have told you. I just didn't think he would actually show his face around us." He said, more to himself.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I got a call at the station a few days ago." He continued, "Apparently your teachers neighbors have seen someone walking around in his house. We had informed them about what happened." I felt my cheeks burn, "Don't worry, I didn't tell them it was you, but that if they saw anything –which was unlikely- to give us a call. Now, when the old lady that lives next door to him said she saw someone walking in his house I assured her it was probably the flicker of a light. She insisted, though, so we went to check it out and well, it looks like someone has been there."

I stood there in shock; speechless.

"Bells, don't worry, Hun. Nothing is going to happen to you. I will call the station and inform them about this." He gave me a quick, tight hug and then let go, heading to the phone.

I nodded, still not able to talk and walked up to the bathroom. I stripped off my stale clothing and took a short hot shower. I got out dried myself off and then went to my room to change.

I lie in bed that night and let everything come crashing down. I curled up in a ball as dread swarmed over my mind. I drifted into sleep.

The next day at school, Edward came up to my truck to walk with me in the school. We talked about how the rest of his weekend went and then he asked about mine.

"So, what did you do yesterday?" he asked as we walked to the school doors. He opened one and motioned for me to go in.

"Thank you," I said shyly and then asked myself if I should tell him about the teacher. I decided yes; he had a right to know.

"Well, actually, funny that you ask that…" I gave an unsure laugh.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Edward had stopped walking by the water fountain.

"Well, okay, I was walking in the woods yesterday, I fell asleep in a little clearing and when I woke up some…" I was cut off by the rolling of my stomach.

"Bella, are you okay?" Edward asked. I felt like I was going to be sick.

I ran into the bathroom by the water fountain and went for the first stall. I closed and locked the door and immediately started heaving into the toilet.

By the time I was done tears had filled my eyes from the lack of breath I had got. I froze; my hand on the flusher. I had just barfed; in the morning. My eyes widened and I cried out.

Oh, shit! I thought, as realization sunk in.