A/N: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I'm still Hannah. And also, I would like to say hi to i.heart.twilightxx since she gave me the nicest review ever! So. Thank you.

After Edward left I knew my Dad was going to make me talk to him about what just happened. I was disappointed that he made Edward leave, but at least I knew he liked him. He made most people call him Mr. Swan, except for Alice, Emmett, and now Edward.

"Bella. Why didn't you tell me what was going on?" He asked me, I could tell by the look on his face that he was blaming himself. I didn't want him to ever do that.

"I'm sorry Dad." I said, about to cry yet again. "It's just that I know what a good friend Billy is to you, and I didn't want to put a strain on your relationship with him. It would be like someone driving a wedge between Alice and me." I finished, gulping at the thought of not having Alice anymore.

"Bella, I'm your father. You can tell me anything. Whether it drives a wedge between Billy and me, or not. It is my job to take care of you, and protect you. Especially from things like this Bells." I hated the expression he held. It was a sad cocktail of disappointment, anger, and shame.

"I know Dad, I'm sorry." I said for what seemed like the tenth time today.

"Bella. How many times has this happened?" He was angry at the thought that I had put up with this a lot. It's not like he would notice, I got enough marks and bruises falling on my own. No one would have suspected anything fishy.

"This was only the second time, Dad. I promise. When I broke up with him, and he brought the flowers that was the first time. That's why I broke up with him." I said completely honest.

"Bella. I'm disappointed in you that you didn't tell me what was going on. I don't even want to think what would have happened if that boy hadn't thought to come back. You shouldn't have let us leave you alone with him, Bella. You have to be smarter than that, you can't put yourself in dangerous situations." He took a deep breath, I knew he didn't want to lecture me in my fragile state, but he needed to.

"Well actually Dad. Edward knew what had happened with Jake. He was planning on coming back as soon as you and Billy were off the street, but my truck stalled, so he had to go around the woods." I explained. Hoping he wouldn't be mad that Edward didn't say something.

"He knew? And he still left you here alone with Jake?" I could have seen that coming.

"Dad, please don't be mad at Edward. I made him swear the he wasn't going to tell you." I was practically begging.

"I can't be mad at him, after what he did today. I do want to know what's going on with you two, however." Uh-oh. I don't even know what's going on with us.

That's a good question. I mean, what is going on with us? He was about to kiss me. Was it a kiss that meant he liked me? Was it just a spur of the moment event that would never happen again? I was zoning out.

"Bella. I asked you a question. You two seemed pretty comfortable when he was about to leave." I wished for once that we could just talk about Jacob again.

"Well, I like him dad. A lot. I don't know if he likes me back though, so before you go drilling him about his plans for the future with me, please let me figure that out." I recalled my Dad having the boyfriend talk with Jacob, who he had known since Billy had him. I shuddered at the thought of the kinds of things he would ask Edward, whom he'd just met.

"Bella. I think he likes you. I saw the way he looked at you, and after this whole fiasco with Jake you bet I have every right to ask him anything I want." He was beginning to do that fatherly again, and I couldn't argue with him.

"Dad." I grumbled. "Please please please don't embarrass me. I have only known him like two weeks. We don't have any plans of getting married or anything." I briefly daydreamed of marrying Edward. Seeing him in my head looking sharp in a tux made the thought of a wedding bearable.

"I'm not going to embarrass you Bella. I wouldn't do that. I don't want you going out with that boy until I talk to him though." He was serious.

"Okay fine Dad. I need to go upstairs and take a shower. Do you think you can handle just making a sandwich or something for dinner?" I asked him. I just wanted to sleep.

"Sure. Do you want me to bring something up to you?" He asked.

"No thanks. I think I just need to relax." I knew I wasn't going to win, but I declined anyway.

"Bella. You have to eat something." He said sternly. I had a bad habit of not eating when I'm stressed, and my dad didn't like it.

"Okay. Father knows best." I said jokingly. "Thanks dad." I gave him a quick hug, and headed up the stairs to the shower.

I showered quickly and brushed my teeth, even though I knew I would be forced to eat something soon.

I looked at myself naked in front of the mirror. I looked terrible. Most of my body was bruised, probably from being thrown against the wall so many times. I put on my most covering pair of pajamas, I didn't want my dad to see more bruises than he had to, and went to my room.

I began e-mailing my mom about how school and life was going, leaving out all of the drama.

I had just hit the send button when my dad knocked on my door, bringing me a bologna sandwich.

"Thanks dad." I smiled as I noticed that it was cut diagonally, just as I had insisted it would be when I was a kid. I wouldn't eat a sandwich cut down the middle.

"You're welcome Bells." He patted my head. "I love you, honey." He said almost sounding embarrassed. Sure, my dad and I did love each other, but we never said it.

"I love you too dad." I replied still a little dumbfounded at his verbal display of affection.

"Goodnight."

"Night."

I ate my sandwich, and went to go sit on my roof. I needed the fresh air. I could see Edward across the street in his room. His silhouette was stunning as he did everything with grace.

As much as I enjoyed watching Edward when I knew he couldn't see me, it was beginning to snow. I climbed in bed and slept peacefully knowing that Edward was right across the street, and that I no longer had any secrets from my Dad.

I woke up the next morning, a little earlier than usual, but couldn't get back to sleep. I decided I would make breakfast even though Dad was already gone, and I didn't usually cook if I was alone.

I took off my long sleeve pajama top, and replaced it with a plain black tank top, leaving my pajama pants the same. I didn't want to get dressed in my school clothes until after I had finished making pancakes, since they were messy.

It was only 7:30 when there was a knock at the door. Fear washed through me as I contemplated whether I should open it or not.

"Bella! It's me, Edward." He yelled, and I took a breath of relief.

I opened the door, and let him in. "Good morning how did you sleep? Oh….Are you going to school today?" He asked eyeing me up and down. I had forgotten I didn't get dressed. I immediately blushed.

"Yeah. I'm cooking breakfast and I didn't want to get pancake batter on my clothes." I said hoping he didn't think I was a total dork for wearing pajamas with sheep on them.

"Well I think you look cute." He chuckled. I blushed even deeper. I looked at him and noticed that his right hand was wrapped in a bandage and I felt guilty that he had hurt it fighting my battle.

"Thanks. Do you want to stay for breakfast, I made plenty." I asked, hopefully.

"Sure. I'm not over here for breakfast though. I wanted to know how you're feeling." He said as his eyebrows narrowed together.

"I'm much better now, I seriously look much worse than I feel." I assured him.

He gently brushed the back of his unbandaged hand against my once again, bruised cheek. "I really am sorry I didn't get here sooner." He whispered, looking down.

I was so sick of everyone blaming themselves.

"Edward, please don't be. I'm fine if it wasn't for you….." I trailed off. I really didn't want to get upset again.

He sighed. "Well I would do it again in a heartbeat. Anyway. I was wondering if you wanted me to drive you to school since number one, obviously your truck sucks, and number two, we have to go shopping for seeds and fish after school." He said, changing the subject.

"Yeah. That would be great, and I love my truck. So be polite." I retorted. I did love my truck. Once it was dead forever, I don't know how I would cope with getting a new car.

I dished out the pancakes, and set the butter and syrup on the table. We began to eat in silence.

"Dang Bella, these are really good." He complimented my cooking, and I blushed. I let my hair fall into my face to cover up the red. "Thanks." I whispered.

"Why do you do that?" He asked abruptly.

"Do what?" I was truly confused. I didn't think I had done anything wrong.

"Every time someone says something nice to you, you put your hair in your face." He said with a slight chuckle, as he tucked my long brown hair back behind my ear.

"I do not!" I tried to argue, but I knew he was right.

"Yes you do, and I wish you wouldn't. I love it when you blush." He said still chuckling.

"Whatever Edward. Well, I love it when I get dressed so I'm going to go do that real quickly. I'll be right back." I said playfully as I headed up the stairs, tripping on the way up.

"Are you okay?!" Edward asked appearing out of nowhere, helping me up.

"Yeah. I do that all the time." I said honestly, I seldom made it up the stairs without tripping at least once.

"I don't know what to do with you, Bella." He sighed, shaking his head while smiling.

I made it the rest of the way up the stairs without falling, thankfully. I quickly threw on some jeans, a long sleeved white shirt, with a t-shirt layered on top.

I made my way back down the stairs, and met Edward who was standing with my jacket in his hands.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked, helping me into my coat.

"Yeah. Just let me grab my bag." I said, and he held it out for me. Of course he already had it.

We spent the whole ride listening to classical music. I was surprised to find that he liked Debussy, and Yann Tiersen. They were two of my favorite composers. He also told me that he played the piano a little bit. I wish I was musical.

We got to school and almost everyone was to class already. Edward and I kept getting death stares from everyone we walked by, especially Edward.

"What's wrong with them?" He asked, like I would have a better idea than he would.

"Who knows?" I answered, and we stopped outside of my English class. "I'll see you at lunch." He said as he smiled at me.

"Yeah. See ya." I took a deep breath knowing that everyone would be asking about the bruise on my face.

I made it through my first four periods telling everyone that I was fine, that I just fell….yadda yadda yadda.

I met Edward and we made our way over to the cafeteria. As soon as I walked in all eyes were on us again, and people were whispering. Emmett looked at Edward like he was going to kill him.

"What did you do to her?" He growled quietly to Edward, knowing I would be embarrassed if he made a scene.

"Emmett! He didn't do anything! What are you talking about?" I said a little too loudly. Alice just looked at me sadly. For once she was silent. Jasper looked like he wanted to say something, but thought he should stay out of it.

"He didn't do anything? Then why is everyone at school talking about how he beat you up. If he didn't, then why are you all bruised, and his hand wrapped up like he….oh gee…I don't know…hit something!" He went a little louder.

Why everyone was looking at us suddenly made sense, it did look pretty bad for me to look like I had been hit, and for Edward to look like he was hitting something.

"Emmett. It's not what it looks like. I would never hurt Bella, ever." He assured him.

"Edward, don't talk to me. I need to hear this from Bella." He spat.

I decided it was time to tell Emmett and Alice everything. I explained all of it from the beginning three months ago, all the way to yesterday.

"Jesus Bella, why didn't you say anything?" Emmett asked, softer now.

"I just didn't want to cause a scene. I broke up with him after the first time, and I was sure it would never happen again." I said sadly. Edward grabbed my hand under the table, and I felt the electricity again.


A/N: Next Chapter Charlie has the talk with Edward haha. It should be good. This was supposed to be a little longer, but there is kind of a family emergency. You know me. I will update tomorrow, or maybe even tonight if I get back in time. I never go a say without updating. Thanks for reading! Review?