This chapter is a repeat of the last chapter, and I hate that, but I thought you might have wondered what Edward was doing the entire time.


EPOV:

She was an angel.

And Clinic Girl was looking back at me. And so was the guy next to her.

All I could see was red. I was completely overcome by the need to throw the guy next to her away, and take her home with me. My jealousy was clouding my eyes making everything blurry. And I couldn't stop staring at her. She was too perfect. And there was something wrong.

I could see it in her eyes, which were a beautiful deep brown you could get lost in for hours, but I could see the pain like it was reflecting off of her. She wasn't happy, and I could see her entire body was tense.

I could also see the big guy next to her, with his hands all over her. He had short black hair, a horrifying smirk, and muscles that went on for miles. He intimidated just about everyone in this room.

I couldn't see past the fact that he was here with her though.

I knew they couldn't have been relatives, they didn't look alike in the slightest.

I was sure that this was not a friendly relationship by the way he was touching her hips, and the hand that looked like it was making its way toward her thigh.

I didn't factor in that she might have a boyfriend when I decided I was going to look for her. I forgot that with her beauty she might have millions of guys showing up at her doorstep at any time.

I didn't want to believe that she might have been mine.

As I was pushing my thoughts through the tunnel of despair I hadn't noticed that Emmett and Jasper were still standing in front of me with weird looks on their faces.

I hadn't realized that I'd been standing there staring at her disappearing figure the entire time. And my friends were wondering what was holding me up. I could see Emmett looking behind me for something that wasn't there.

I knew I needed to go home with my friends, I was the one that drove us here. I knew that they were waiting for me to walk out.

I couldn't leave her here looking like that though. I'd been waiting for her all week, and I wasn't just going to let her go after seeing her discomfort. Boyfriend or not.

"Guys, there's something wrong with my head. I think I'll just walk back to my place." I said to both of them, tossing Emmett my cars keys.

I could tell that they were very confused by my statement, and I had only let them drive the Volvo once each, threating their manhood if they ever touched her again. So I could see that they thought there was something seriously wrong with me. Though I couldn't focus on anything but Clinic Girl.

I gave them a small smile, and then made an excuse that I was going to use the restroom, and they should just head back to my place. I could see they were both wary about leaving me alone to walk home, though I knew they wouldn't protest, especially Jasper he always knew that when I needed to be alone, I needed to be alone.

I wanted to tell them the truth, but I could hardly believe it myself. I didn't want them plotting out something that would only destroy my hopes of ever being with Clinic Girl. And I didn't want Jasper to feel even worse about his girl.

So I headed to the bathroom, trying to spot them out. I couldn't see all the tables but, in the corner, I could see the burly figure of the guy she was with. I could also see they were both sitting in the same seat, Clinic Girl leaning away from his embrace, him not getting the point and putting his mouth at her ear.

And although all I could feel was rage and jealousy that someone else was touching her when I couldn't, it gave me some hope that she seemed as uncomfortable as I felt watching this.

I also knew that she was ready to escape.

I sat there watching them for a while, avoiding the weird looks I was getting from all the customers, and trying to ignore the suggestive looks the female waiters were giving me.

Clinic Girl continued to lean away from him. And I could feel my anger raging beneath my blood, ready to burst out and punch him at any moment. It was a good choice to stay as far away from them as possible.

And suddenly I watched Clinic Girl dive from her seat, getting away from him quicker then I thought possible. And even though I couldn't see her face very well, I could tell she was just as surprised as me.

She practically ran to the place where the bathrooms were, holding her mouth like she was about to puke. I heard the big guy laughing at her as she ran away, and I felt furious, why wouldn't he help her if she was feeling sick? What was wrong with him?

She needed someone.

I couldn't feel my body moving as I got even closer to the bathroom. I needed to be there for her. She didn't deserve to be alone.

I could hear her gagging in the ladies room, and it took all my control not to run in there and hold her hair back for her.

I couldn't believe the guy she was with wasn't in my position helping her.

How could you leave someone that beautiful alone to puke her guts out?

I wasn't going to let her be alone.

No matter if she had a boyfriend.

I waited for her outside the door. Wincing every time I heard another gag. She wasn't going to have anything left in her soon.

It would have to stop soon.

Right?

As I listened, the sounds haunted. All I could hear was the quiet sniffling coming from the other side of the door, I felt my heart sink at the fact that she was probably crying alone.

All I wanted to do was comfort her, be there even as a friend, because no one should be alone while they're crying. It's unfair. And lonely.

Suddenly a tiny body was slamming into me, making my figure shake.

I hadn't noticed that Clinic Girl had opened the door and come out. She was looking down at her purse, her eyebrows pulled together.

And suddenly her name hit me like a slap in the face. It was Bella because she was beautiful. She probably would always be. Even if she was crying.

Her eyes were rimmed with red, and glassy, fragile just like she looked. Even though I remembered she had been pale when I first saw her, this was a new degree of white, it scared me, to be honest.

She was shaking, her eyes filled with panic, her lips was between her teeth, and I almost put my thumb to it to pull her lip out. Though I wasn't going to be that daring right not. Especially when she looked terrified.

Bella's lips were moving like she was trying to talk to me, but couldn't. And her eyes were searching my face now, looking for something. I could help but wonder if she had remembered me from the clinic too.

Suddenly she realized we were both just standing there, and stumbled to say something.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," she mumbled, her lips going back between her teeth. It was cute.

I laughed, but it wasn't the kind of laugh I wanted to give her. I was worried she looked terrified still like she was waiting for someone to come out and hurt her. Or maybe she thought I was going to hurt her?

She avoided eye contact with me, which sucked because I wanted to stare into her deep brown eyes because I knew they couldn't hold the truth in like the rest of her face could.

"It's fine. Bella right?" I asked her, hoping she wouldn't think it was weird I still knew her name. She'd been the one staring my dreams after all.

I also loved the way it sounded coming out.

She looked surprised, probably because I even remembered her name in the first place. Like I would forget?

"Yeah. Sorry. Edward." she finally looked me right in the eye, and I never wanted her to look away. She was much too beautiful for me to imagine being with her, especially because it seemed she had a boyfriend, but I could help myself. I wanted her more than anything else. She would be scared just hearing how much I wanted her, none the less feel it.

She looked around, trying to find something or someone that wasn't there. But she was still panicked and I saw how her shoulders got even tenser, the longer we were talking. She looked like she was going to be drastically late for something. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but she didn't seem like the kind of person that would flat out tell me, so I went for a different approach.

"Are you okay? You look like someone is aiming a gun at you?" I said looking around for that person, thinking that I would kill anyone who touched her in a harmful way. No one would touch a hair on her pretty head.

I noticed how her eyes filled up with tears, and how her entire body was now shaking.

I felt my heart cracking at her fear. I wouldn't hurt her and neither would anyone else.

She tried to move away from me, and without realizing it I reached out and grabbed her arm, trying not to wince at the way she flinched at my touch. I didn't want her to go.

I could tell that she didn't want me to know that something was wrong. She seemed like the kind of girl who wouldn't want to show any weakness, ever. It was a good and a bad trait. I just wanted to hold her now. It was so hard not to.

"Bella do you need to get out of here?" I asked gazing at her broken face, she was so scared, I could tell she was exhausted, and I knew I couldn't let her go back to that man that didn't have the decency to help her in the bathroom.

Her tears now fell down her face, I wanted to brush them away and see her smile.

"Here let's go."

I put an arm around her waist, loving the way her body felt against mine, warm more relaxed than before, and it fit like she was meant to be mine.

No Edward. She has a boyfriend.

I watched her face relax as we stepped out of the door, and the cool hair hit us. I knew she didn't want to be seen by here date. I wouldn't either, I was glad I could provide her in any way.

When we were near the sidewalk she tried to step out of my embrace, and I felt cold and empty. I also knew I couldn't let her go yet. Not without making sure I would see her some way or another. I needed to see her again so much it hurt.

As soon as I told her I wasn't going to let her walk home alone, her tears which had stopped, started flowing like a waterfall, and I felt my chest ache with the pain I felt just seeing her cry. Though I wasn't sure what I had done wrong. I just wanted her to stop crying.

"Come on, you lead the way I'll walk you," I said putting my arms around her once again, loving that she didn't seem to flinch at my touch, and instead seemed to lean into it.

As I walked her home, I could tell that she was still crying, and although I wished she would stop, I wasn't going to make her, and I hoped that maybe she could get it all out, and feel better as soon as she walked through her front door.

It wasn't that far of a walk, though I was concerned with the apartments in which she lived in, they seemed unsafe, and I'd heard bad things about this neighborhood. I didn't want her getting hurt near her house. I knew I couldn't do anything to make her move though.

When she quietly told me that we were nearing her house, I asked if I could put my number in her phone. It was a big step, but she would probably think I just wanted her to have a sholder to cry on again if she needed it. I didnt want her to think i was going to force her into anything. But I wasnt going to leave her.

If I'm being honest though, I wanted her to call me later in the week and tell me about her day, I wanted to hear her whispering my name as she dozed off in her bead, I wanted to be the best friend that she fell in love with.

I wasnt going to get my hopes up though.

She looked suprised at my request, but then nodded and handed me her phone, I quickly entered my number, sending myself a text so I knew it would be her.

And I let her walk inside.

I didnt want her to be alone and sad, but I wasnt going to invite myself in.

I could only hope that she would use my number.