A/N: So sorry for the late update! It got later than usual. I was just plotting out this chapter for so long. Forgive me? I have edible Edward. ;) Okay, not really.

Thanks to Jamie for editing.


"Wow." I sighed as Edward's fingertips left the keys of his piano.

I had been living here for the last two weeks. Cooking meals, buying edible food. Let's just say that I don't know what Edward would have done if he kept eating all that food Emmett kept buying.

Speaking of Emmett, he's temporarily moved in with his girlfriend Rosalie. So, we don't see him around here that much, except to check up on us.

After much persuading, I finally got Edward down to playing something on the piano for me. I honestly didn't see why he was so reluctant. He was so amazing at it!

He started with a rendition of Clair De Lune, then melted into The Sugar Plum Fairy and ended with a very smooth ending of Moonlight Sonata.

"Did you like it?" Edward asked reluctantly.

"Did I like it? Edward, it was beautiful!" I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. "I think we have the next Beethoven on our hands."

"Oh, really Bella." He scoffed, pushing me away playfully.

"Yes, really. You're amazing, Edward. I just wish that you would see that." I murmured, kissing his lips softly.

But he didn't kiss me back. If anything, he seemed hesitant.

"Edward, what is it?" I asked, bringing his chin upward to make him look me in the eyes.

"Bella, I have to tell you something." He said, his eyes almost looked pained.

"Okay. Well, what is it?" I asked, threading my fingers in his hair.

"Can you help me over to the couch? I'd rather I were more comfortable when I tell you this."

I nodded and lifted his body in his wheelchair. I smoothly lifted him onto the couch and he settled into the cushions.

Edward was getting more and more used to my helping him. I know that he doesn't like being treated like a baby, but he understands that I only want to help.

"So, what's up? What did you want to talk about?" I said, relaxing in the cushions beside him.

"Bella.. what I'm going to.. or what I want to say to you isn't going to be easy. But, we've been dating for a while now and I'm sure you wondered how I got to like this." He said, waving his hands over his legs.

"Edward, you know that doesn't matter to -"

"Bella, please." He said, interrupting me.

I nodded and gestured with my hand for him to continue.

"I'm not sure that I'm going to be able to tell you everything without turning into a babbling fool, or having one of my 'episodes' as Emmett likes to call it when I think of it. But I want to tell you. I need to tell you how I got where I am now."

I nodded wordlessly, deciding it was better not to speak. To let him find his own aura and be able to tell me what he wanted to.

"I was seventeen. Much different than I am now. Some would call me a punk, others would call me a 'bad ass'. Some would even call me a player, so to speak. I was the typical bad boy. I would drink, smoke some pot, be out at all hours. I was definitely partying with the wrong crowd. I see that now. And, I even had the typical black leather jacket." Edward chuckled darkly.

"I was best friends with this guy who I had known since childhood. He was my best friend, I thought I could trust him. He would bust me out of jail, cover me with my girlfriends and so on. I was really not a nice person back then.

"My parents didn't approve of my lifestyle; said that I was putting it to waste when I could make so much more of myself. They kept telling me that I was a good kid and that I just needed to find myself again. I was still doing well in school. I wasn't failing. Straight B's. So, they didn't feel the need to force me to stop hanging out with the crowd I was hanging out with. Sometimes, I wish they would have. I wish that I could go back to my past self and tell him that what he's doing is a sham and it isn't worth it."

I reached out for Edward's hand and stroked it reassuringly. Letting him know that I was listening to every word and I wasn't going anywhere.

"So, every year, my gang and I would go up to Vancouver and ride our motorbike's there. We knew it was dangerous and life threatening. But the people that we were, the person that I was – we just.. didn't care. I didn't care at that point. All the girls came out to cheer us, of course. And my girlfriend at the time – Tanya – she supported what I was doing with everything that she had in her.

"That year was the time my best friend and I begun to part. We weren't as close as we used to be, but I always had his back. I knew there was something up with him. Something he wasn't telling me. When I was with our friends and my girl's, he had this look in his eye. Like a cobra getting ready to strike. It was quite terrifying. Like I couldn't see trace of the Jacob Black I used to know.

Then at the competition, I left my motorbike with Jacob; he said that he would take our bike's up to the starting line so I could talk with Tanya, who was giving me my annual pep talk. Of course, back then, I didn't suspect anything.

"During the actual competition, I never really felt much but the high. It was an amazing rush, like you were floating on air. Then, just before I was about to launch from the path I was on to the road on the other side – I saw Jacob's face. It was a face that I would never forget. Like, he was prepared to take everything I ever had away from me. No matter what the cost. It was a look that was almost animalistic.

"I don't know exactly what had happened next. I blacked out. I remember making it to the other side, but my bike had gone haywire and bucked me off. I remember falling and getting hurt. But the next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed."

"When the doctors told me that I had lost feeling in my legs, it was like my world was torn apart. How could I move or go about daily with no feeling in my legs?! I didn't know how to deal. It was all so new and frightening to me. And the worst part was knowing that a person who I thought was my best friend, betrayed me. Someone who I had known for thirteen years! Someone who I thought I could trust! Can you even begin to imagine what that feels like?

"And then, Tanya came to visit me in hospital. I was so grateful that she still wanted me, after all that I had been through. Then I told her about my.. condition. She dumped me right there, on the spot, saying that she couldn't be with a man who didn't have all the strength that a regular man should have. I guess that showed how much she really liked me, huh? She was only in it for the sex.

Of course, I should have known that there was no way my friends would take me back. But still, when I got out of hospital, I was surprised to see them disown me and tell me to get the fuck out of their lives and never come back. It hurt, to say the least. All these people that had my back just abandoned me. Just like that! Just because my legs weren't of use. I guess they need guys with legs so they can run from the cops." Edward laughed humorlessly, laughing at his own memory.

"And, what about your parents?" I asked hesitantly.

"My parents?"

I nodded, silently telling him what I wanted to know.

"They visited me in the hospital, of course. What parent wouldn't? But they told me to pack up and get out of their house. They said they couldn't deal with all the troubles I was bringing to their house. They wanted me to grow up and stop living like a child. They told me that this was the last straw.

"So, I did just that. I left the house, with no one to go. No one to turn to.

"And that's when Jasper found me. I had known him for as long as I had known Jacob. Perhaps longer. But unfortunately, we had lost touch throughout high school. He had remained best friends with Emmett, so he knew all the troubles I had got myself into. I expected him to just walk the opposite way, but he didn't. He took me in, when probably no one else would.

"He called Emmett, let him know of my little unfortunate condition. And Emmett, being the best big brother there was, rushed over. I filled them in. They didn't pity me, but they also didn't turn away from me either.

"I stayed at Jasper's, while I still went to school. Of course, I had karma come my way with all the other students. But with Jasper by my side – it didn't feel so bad.

"I graduated and after high school, I moved out here with my funds I applied to the government for, and my grandparents' bank fund they set up for me when I was born. My parents still stay in contact with Emmett, so they know how I'm getting along. And that's it, I suppose."

"Wow, Edward. I'm so sorry." I said, stroking his arm.

"I still don't understand why people say they're sorry when it had nothing to do with them. You didn't turn me away in high school. With any bet, you probably would have stuck with me. Right?" He added, not sure.

"Of course." I smiled, assuring him. "It doesn't matter to me what you were, but it's who you are. You're still my Edward."

"You know, you're probably the best thing that has ever happened to me." I said, playing with a strand of my hair.

"What?" I said, off guard.

"Before you, I was always in my room, reading. Basking in my own depressed state. I never really cared about the outside world before. Until you. You make me want to get out in the world and live, Bella." He said, kissing my cheek.

"Hm. I never really thought about it.."

We remained in silence, going over the past conversation of what Edward had revealed. I bet he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of his chest. No more secrets.

"Say, Edward?"

"Yeah, Bella?"

"Remember the time we first went to the movies together?"

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Who was that woman you were talking to?"

"Oh." He huffed. "That was Tanya."

"Well, what did she want?"

Edward sighed, obviously not wanting to talk about her. But to my relief, he explained.

"She said how foolish she was back then, thinking how ridiculous she had been to let me go. It seemed that she had been with a lot of different guys who treated her poorly and wanted me to take her back. Someone who she obviously knew wouldn't treat her like that."

"What? I hissed. "She wanted you to take her back? Well, what did you say?"

"I told her that I already have a girlfriend who I would never give up for even the likes of her. Bella, love, you need not to worry. I don't think of her like that anymore. I don't like her even as a friend. My guessing is that she is as bad as she was back then. She was a bitch and she still is now. I don't want to run into her again. She's no competition for you."

"Well that's good." I sighed, leaning back into Edward.

"Bella, were you actually jealous?" He asked, amused.

"Shut up."

"Oh, Bella. Don't be mad. It delights me that you can get jealous of her. At least I know that you're still interested in me." He said, kissing my forehead.

"Like I could not be interested in you."