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Chapter Ten

EPOV

I was tired as hell and more than a little confused as I headed over to my parents' house after dropping off Bella. Everything had taken on the surreal quality of a carnival funhouse over the past twenty-four hours...from Bella's collapse at the 5k, to her inexplicable breakdown this morning. What I'd told her was true – her body was still recovering from the shock of the heatstroke – but I couldn't help but think there was more to it.

Seeing her flushed face as she lay crumpled in my arms on the way to the first aid tent had been one of the most frightening moments of my life. I had no idea why she'd been so insistent about wearing that heavy sweatshirt, but I knew now that I should have insisted she swap it out for one of the promotional t-shirts they were giving away at the registration tent. I didn't know if it was modesty or what the hell possessed her, but it was more than a little bizarre, especially in light of her actions this morning.

There hadn't exactly been a convenient moment to bring it up, but I knew too that I should have warned Bella about exactly how out of it I was in the first thing in the morning. Growing up, mornings had been my parents' version of sodium pentothal…when they knew I'd been up to no good, they just had to wake me up from a deep sleep in the morning and I'd spill my guts about anything. I had absolutely zero filter or impulse control right after I woke up.

Not that I was blaming it for what had transpired between Bella and I…it had just made me brave enough to say the things I did, and what had followed had been completely mutual and thoroughly enjoyable. At least until she freaked out and started begging to give me a blowjob.

Part of me had been ecstatic and ready to tell her to go for it. I was a man, after all, one with a raging hard-on and the cause of said hard-on wiggling her sweet little body against mine. But there had been one point where everything just seemed to shift and change…when I recognized that her motivation was no longer the languid pleasure that had been burning in her eyes. She'd seemed almost desperate, but afraid at the same time.

And then for her to hit me with the whole 'we need to talk' thing, followed up immediately by her insistence on driving separately tonight…yeah, the feelings in the pit of my stomach had not been good.

But then when I emerged from the bathroom, she met me in the kitchen all smiles and there it was: everything beautiful about the Bella that I was rapidly falling in…well, if not love, then its first fucking cousin…with. It was like nothing had happened. She even made me coffee, and I liked seeing her in my kitchen, coffee in hand, wearing the mismatched getup Rosalie had brought over.

Bella had gotten under my skin like no other woman I'd ever met. We'd had our first date just over a week ago, I'd just gotten out of a long-term relationship less than a month ago, and yet she had me bowled over, flipping my world on its axis. I had to concede that all of Emmett's yapping about knowing that Rosalie was the one for him was making a hell of a lot more sense now.

Because if I didn't care so much, if she didn't mean so much to me, then I wouldn't be so fucking fixated on whatever it was that she had to tell me tonight.

From the moment I arrived at my parents' home, I snapped automatically into the dutiful son mode. Both my parents discreetly inquired after Bella as soon as I arrived, and satisfied with my reassurances, turned their attention toward making their guests feel at home and welcome. It wasn't until almost three o'clock that my mom was chatting with the last remaining guest, and my dad steered me quietly into his study.

"Thanks for coming this morning, Edward, we would have understood if you weren't feeling up to it."

I rubbed at my eyes, knowing there were dark heavy rings under them. "Yeah, well, I dropped Bella off and I know she was going to get some more sleep. I didn't mind."

"And Bella's all right?" My father's voice was calm and kind, but I could tell he was in doctor-mode.

"Yeah, she's fine. Still a little out of it, but I'm meeting her for dinner tonight. If she's not back to normal, I'll let you know."

He nodded. "For my own peace of mind, could I ask a favor?"

"Sure, Dad, anything."

"Even though I'm not her regular doctor, I'm not going to feel completely at ease until I talk to her myself. Are you okay with giving me her number and letting me follow up over the phone?"

I laughed, but knew he was completely serious. My dad cared more about his patients than they probably realized, and he took his job seriously. "What's wrong, Dad, don't you trust my clinical assessment?"

"Of course I do, but I treated her, remember?"

"Yeah, and she'll probably appreciate your concern. I think she's kind of embarrassed, though." I grabbed a piece of notepaper from his desk and scrawled Bella's cell phone number on it.

"Really? Why is that?"

I shrugged, not wanting to spill my guts to my dad about the morning's events. "She seems really modest about some things, not to mention the fact that she's convinced she made a huge spectacle at the 5k. I tried to tell her that people were dropping left and right but I think she's embarrassed that she met you that way…if she remembers it."

"I understand," Dad replied quietly. "I just want to make sure she's all right, and that she knows she can come to me as a doctor if she needs to."

"Uh, okay." I shook my head, completely bemused, as I handed over the piece of paper with Bella's phone number on it. "Why are you so worried, though? I told you she seemed fine."

He folded the paper neatly and tucked it into his pocket. "She's special to you, isn't she?"

I wasn't going to lie, and he'd see right through me even if I tried. "Yeah, she kinda is."

"If she means that much to you, then her health and well-being means a lot to me. That's all."

"Thanks." I exhaled gustily. "I bet she'll be relieved to hear it…I'm pretty sure she thinks she made a really bad first impression on you and Mom."

"I trust my son's judgment in women," he disagreed, clapping a hand on my shoulder as we stepped out of his study together. "And there does seem to be something very special about Bella."

I couldn't argue with that.

I hung out for another half hour or so with my parents, before splitting around four o'clock. It was still way too early to head over to where I was meeting Bella, but I didn't really want to go home either. I wanted to talk with someone I trusted, someone I could talk to about Bella's weird behavior.

I already knew that Sundays were a bad day to bother Jasper, since he spent most of it prepping for the upcoming week's classes, so I dialed Emmett's number instead. He may not have been my first choice for a heart-to-heart man-talk, but I'd been impressed with how insightful he'd been about his own relationship with Rosalie. Getting pussy-whipped by a chick appeared to be one of the best things to ever happen to him.

"Dude!" He answered his phone with ridiculous enthusiasm. "You're just the guy I wanted to talk to!"

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Well, I figured you'd still be glued to Bella after last night, that's why I didn't bug you. Where are you?"

"If you've got beer in the fridge, then I'm headed over to your place."

"Of course I have beer in the fridge!" He sounded indignant. "Get your ass over here, I've got something for you."

"What?"

"Come on over, and I'll show you."

I shook my head and moved into the right turn lane to head to his place. "Fine, I'm on my way. But I'm meeting Bella at seven, so don't think this night is all about you."

"You're seeing her tonight? Oh that's even better! Okay, talk to you in a few!" With that, he hung up.

When Emmett opened his front door for me a short time later, my first thought was that he'd been robbed. His living room looked like a tornado had blown through it. "Whoa…what the hell happened in here?"

"I need your help," he replied, his face completely void of any bullshit. "I've had this…revelation. Like a come-to-Jesus moment."

"Uh-huh," I said skeptically, amazed that Emmett knew what a come-to-Jesus moment was. "And what's that?"

He gestured behind him. "The porn, man, the porn stash. It's gotta go."

I stared at him in complete disbelief for a moment before a snicker bubbled up from my chest. "You had a come-to-Jesus moment…about your porn?"

"Yeah. And I'm passing it on to you."

I couldn't help it; I only half-smothered that laugh that was shaking me now. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Nope."

Still snickering, I crossed the room to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge. "So…please tell me what brought this on?"

He bulldozed a stack of DVDs off his recliner and gestured for me to sit. I did, and after failing to find an open spot under the mountains of X-rated material, finally perched my bottle on top of a copy of Slutty Schoolgirls IV.

"So, okay, this is what I'm thinking," Emmett began, an earnest look on his face. "I don't need this shit anymore, since I've got Rose. Plus, she doesn't know about the amount of porn I've got, and I don't want her to get the wrong impression if she does find out. So I figure I'll get rid of it now, you know?"

"Yeah, okay...so why do you think I'm in need of it, huh?"

"Think about it, man...where are you supposed to get rid of a porn collection you don't need anymore? I seriously doubt the Salvation Army or Goodwill would be willing to accept that. I could throw it in the dumpster here, but then some kid would probably find it and then there'd be a mad hunt to find the pervy sex offender in the neighborhood."

"Have you tried Freecycle?" I couldn't help it, but I really couldn't hold back my laughter when Emmett's expression turned to one of semi-deep thoughtfulness.

"Huh, no, but...hey, fuck you! I'm doing you a favor here, don't be an asswipe about it!"

I tried to rearrange my features into something resembling solemnity, already thinking about how I'd relate this conversation to Jasper. "No, not at all. So...you were saying?"

Emmett relaxed again. "Seriously, can you think of any other way a guy can dispose of years of porn? And not just dumb shit, the really good stuff. What are you supposed to do with that?"

"I don't know, enlighten me." I took a long pull off my beer, thinking that in so many ways we really hadn't come that far since our college years after all. I might be a doctor, Emmett might be known as the most hard-ass agent in his field, but here we both were, trying to figure out where to hide his nudie videos.

"As I figure it, I can't keep this shit around because Rose might think of it as an insult. Like, she knows I have some stuff, what guy doesn't? But she can't find out about the cabinet, otherwise she's going to question my motives."

"Okay..."

"So I'm going to try and maybe give some of it away on Craigslist, but for the best shit...I want you and Jasper to have it."

I choked on my beer. "Uhhhh...okay?"

"No, really. I went through and made sure Rose wasn't in any of the stuff I have left, she's got an Excel spreadsheet of all her films and everything. So don't worry about that. But there's plenty left over for you, or for when you want to, y'know, set the mood with Bella."

I squinted, trying hard to imagine a scenario when Bella and I would need something to ignite the sparks between us. "Really, thanks for the offer and all, but..."

"No, it's my pleasure," Emmett insisted, before tossing a paper grocery bag at me. "Any woman who tells you she isn't turned on by porn is lying. Or even if she hasn't seen enough porn to know better, just wait until she does see it. Good times for all, my friend!"

I unrolled the top of the paper bag and took a tentative look inside. "Jesus, Emmett, it's not like I don't appreciate the offer, but I don't think I need this much help." There were at least a dozen DVDs inside, but thankfully no sticky magazines.

"Consider it a lifetime investment," he replied, unperturbed, gesturing at the stacks of DVD cases around him. "That shit never gets old. I didn't give you anything too freaky, that stuff sells for mucho dinero on Craigslist, especially the harder-to-get films."

"Yeah, uh, that's great." I rolled up the top of the paper bag again, not completely dismissing the idea of watching it myself...or with Bella...at a later date, but not entirely cool with telling Emmett that either. "Swear to God there's none of Rosalie in here? Because it won't be my fault if I catch a glimpse of something, just saying."

He scowled at me, obviously displeased at my question. "No, motherfucker, there's none of Rose in there. I haven't watched most of them in a while, but there's no way I didn't triple-check that shit."

"Well, uh, thanks for that, I guess."

"You're welcome," he replied, his good cheer back. "I'm sure Bella will appreciate it too."

I groaned. "Stop, just stop. We don't need any help in that area, trust me."

"Oh yeah?"

"I'm not giving you details, but she was begging to give me a blowjob this morning."

Emmett's eyes bulged. "Damn! Well at least you don't have to worry about her enthusiasm in the sack."

"Yeah, but I stopped her because, I dunno, it just seemed really weird. She was literally begging to go down on me."

Emmett's brow wrinkled. "I fail to see why that's not hot as hell."

"Because she..." I thought back to the desperate look on Bella's face, her frantic insistence. "It wasn't sexy at all. It was like she was freaked out, and offering that up since we couldn't have sex."

"Why couldn't you have sex?"

"I..." My words froze on my lips as I realized I hadn't really processed that particular little bit of information. "I don't know. She was all into it, we both were, and then all of a sudden she's freaking out and saying that we couldn't. I don't know if she thought we haven't known each other long enough or what. But then she hits me with this speech about how she wants to tell me something tonight, and that she'll drive herself there."

Emmett pursed his lips and began making stacks out of the DVDs. "That's not good."

"I know," I sighed. "Fuck, saying it all out loud makes it seem even worse than I realized."

"Well, what's the worst she can say?" he offered. "That she has herpes? That she was on the rag? Chicks get freaked out about that."

"Ugh, fuck you. Hey, if it was something big, don't you think I'd have picked up on it by now? Or that Rosalie might have mentioned it to me last night?"

"No...remember what Jasper said? Those three girls are tight as hell. If Bella didn't want to tell you something, neither of the other two are going to."

I pondered over the truth in his words. "Maybe I should put the squeeze on Jasper?"

"No way," Emmett replied immediately. "She told you she wants to talk to you, right? Don't go snooping behind her back while she's trying to psych herself up to talk to you. Just listen to what she has to say, and don't freak out on her. I mean, unless she tells you that she's really a man or something, and somehow that doesn't seem likely."

I groaned at his logic, recognizing the truth in it. Whatever secrets Bella was keeping from me, I needed to hear them from her. She'd opened up to me about her father, I hoped she'd feel safe enough to share whatever else was on her mind. And I'd have to make sure I made her feel that safe. She was already too important for me not too.

"Awww, damn, Vampire Bitches Bite Back!" Emmett plucked a DVD from the pile he was sorting, grimacing as he did so. "This one is a classic, I wonder if I could get away with keeping it?"

"Dude...you just gave me an entire sack full of porn and told me to watch it with Bella. Somehow I don't think Rosalie will mind if you keep a few for the two of you."

He lit up immediately at my words and started a new stack of DVDs that he'd deemed keepers. I checked my watch, then kicked up the footrest on the recliner, watching as Emmett sorted through his porn with all the care of a Library of Congress archivist. I had plenty of time before I had to go.

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BPOV

"Hello, Bella? This is Dr. Carlisle Cullen…Edward's father."

It may be a cliché, but I swear in that moment I felt my heart stop and then drop like a stone to somewhere far down in my stomach. My legs crumpled under me, whether from the shock of hearing his voice or getting out of bed too quickly, I wasn't sure, but I ended up leaning against the dresser with the carpet scratching my knees. "Hello."

"I hope you don't mind that I'm calling...Edward gave me your phone number."

"Okay." I couldn't think, let alone speak, beyond single words now.

"I just wanted to call and check up on you. My son got you to the first aid tent before your case could become much worse, but I wanted to hear from you myself."

"I'm...I'm okay." My voice squeaked and I tried to quietly clear my throat before continuing. "I feel a lot better now, thank you."

"I'm glad to hear it. I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, but you seem to mean quite a lot to my son, and as such, your well-being is my concern."

"That means a lot to me, Dr. Cullen." Deep steady breaths, Bella. "He, um, Edward means a lot to me too. I mean, I know we just met, but I...I really like him a lot."

"I'm glad to hear that," he replied evenly. "So no residual symptoms? Nausea, headache, disorientation?"

"No, not anymore. I'm really fine."

He was quiet for a moment. "What I'm going to ask you next will go no farther than me, Bella, please understand that. But I can't in good conscience allow it to go by without asking you."

Shit, evidently I'd just lied to Edward's dad, because nausea was suddenly boiling up sick and heavy in my stomach. "Okay?"

"My intent isn't to embarrass you, or to force you to talk about something you'd rather not." His voice was gentle and kind. "But I couldn't help but notice certain...marks on your body. And as a doctor, I wouldn't feel right unless I asked you about them. You can tell me as little or as much as you like, this isn't something I would ever share with Edward. Is someone hurting you?"

I blinked, not understanding his question. "What?"

"Bella...the marks on your body, along with your insistence on keeping them covered, made me think that maybe someone is hurting you, physically. And if that's the case, I can provide you with resources to get help, should you need it."

As his words slowly sank into my mind, I felt the heave of nausea become worse. He thought...Dr. Cullen thought I was being abused. Oh God, somehow this was even worse than the wretched scenarios I'd imagined where he'd called me out on my extracurricular activities and threatened to tell his son. Once again, these kind people were thinking only the best of me, and I was lying, lying, always lying.

"It's not..." My voice was barely a croak. "It's not that, Dr. Cullen, I swear."

"If you're not able to talk about it right now, I can..."

"No, honestly, I'm not being abused." I said it out loud, hoping to convince him that no one was standing over me, coercing me. "It's...what you saw is a long story, but it's not what you think. And it's not something you need to worry about. It was an accident, and it's not something that'll ever happen again. I swear."

"Bella..."

"Please, just...please believe me." I was going to cry now, I knew it, and I just wanted to get off the phone before it started. "Thank you for calling me, I appreciate it. Goodbye." I didn't wait for his answer before I clicked to end the call, and then I just curled up on my side, right there on the carpet. And I stayed there, crying, until Rosalie heard me, came in, and pulled me back together again.

Without Rose, I probably would have sent Edward a text message, canceling on him for the evening. I didn't want to see him, or anyone else that was only imagining the good in me. Even if Edward and his family could look past the whole porn thing, it was all the lies that made me feel sicker than I'd ever imagined, hating myself for letting it get this far, and preparing myself for what was going to be one of the worst nights of my life.

It was Rose who shoved me into the shower and waited impatiently until I was done, then sat me down on the closed toilet seat to blow-dry my hair and brush on a little makeup. She picked out an outfit, pushed me into it, and then guided me to the kitchen table where she forced a turkey sandwich down my throat.

"Just in case you forget to eat tonight, but end up ordering liquid courage," she counseled.

"I can't do this."

"You don't really have a choice anymore, Bella. You could have told him a while ago, but you didn't. Now you can either tell him and see what comes of it, or dump him without an explanation and live with knowing that you not only hurt a really great guy, you threw away happiness because you were scared."

"I should just tell him we need some time apart..."

Rosalie made an impatient noise. "Okay sweets, you've only been dating him a week. It's a little early for the 'we need distance' speech. But it's long past due for the 'I do porn' conversation. Give the guy some credit, will you? How do you need me to spell this out to get it through your head? If he can't handle it, you weren't meant to be, no matter what everything else seems to the contrary. If he can handle it, even if he's not happy about it, then the two of you will deal with it. Emmett's not happy about it, but we are dealing with it. Operative word: we. I didn't take away his choices in the relationship by keeping the truth from him."

"I didn't do it on purpose," I defended myself weakly. "It was like a fucking snowball, and it just kept getting bigger, faster and there was never a good time..."

"There's never going to be a good time," she interrupted bluntly. "Not over dinner, not in bed, not at the park, not at his parents'. There will never be a good time, but I can definitely tell you that there is a worse time, and that is right after he finds out on his own. What do you think of that?"

"I know you're right," I muttered. "And I'm going to tell him, I'm just trying to think of the perfect opening line."

"Try not to think about it too much. Just explain everything. He already knows about Charlie, make sure he understands you're not doing this for the fun of it. And he'll have to realize you're telling him about all of this because he's worth it. You got me?"

"Yeah,"I sighed, before pushing away the plate with its half-eaten sandwich. "I should probably get going, I'm supposed to meet Edward in twenty minutes."

Rose shook her head. "After you told me you were going to meet him, I called him while you were in the shower and asked him to come pick you up. You sure as hell don't need to be driving if tonight doesn't go as well as planned."

"Goddamit," I started, but Rose shot me a scathing look and I shut up immediately.

"If you don't want him to bring you home, call me, okay? The last thing I need is for you to drive off the Bay Bridge in some grand gesture of self-pitying and despair."

Her words were harsh but I saw the concern behind her eyes, and I gave her a quick squeeze of thanks just before the buzzer sounded.

"I'll meet him downstairs," I said, snatching up my purse and taking a deep breath before heading out the door and down the stairs.

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EPOV

To say that my anxiety had kicked into overdrive after receiving Rosalie's phone call was the understatement of the year. Bella still wasn't feeling very well, she'd said, and it would probably be a good idea if I came and picked her up instead.

I didn't mind that, of course, but just as I prepared to press the buzzer a second time, waiting for them to allow me up the stairs to the apartment, the door opened and there she stood. Her face was pale, but she looked gorgeous as always, even when she could only muster a wan smile.

"Hi."

"Bella...are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine." She took a long slow breath. "Thanks for coming and picking me up, Rosalie's convinced I'm not to be trusted behind the wheel yet."

"It was no trouble at all, and she's probably right. You still look a little pale."

Her big brown eyes turned up to look at me then, and I could swear I saw a faint hint of tears in them. "Your dad called me."

"Holy crap, already?" I held open the car door for her and then quickly moved around to my own, wondering if my dad's nosiness was what had her so rattled. "I'm really sorry about that, he's an old-fashioned doctor at heart, and he wanted to follow up with you himself. I hope you don't mind that I gave him your number."

"No, not at all," she replied quietly. "He was really nice."

I breathed a silent sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear it. Ready to go?"

She nodded, and as we drove the bar she'd previously given me directions for, I tried to make small talk, but her responses were monosyllabic at most. I was getting more and more nervous, and beginning to wonder if I should be prepping myself for some kind of breakup speech. Weird how Bella and I hadn't even defined our relationship aloud, yet here I was already worried about her dumping me.

When we were less than a mile from the bar, I couldn't stand the tension in the air any longer. "Shit...I mean, Bella, please talk to me. What's going on?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her bite her lip and drop her head. "There's just some stuff I want to tell you, and I'm not sure how you're going to take it."

I shook my head impatiently. "Can't you just go ahead and tell me? I'm going crazy over here. If it's bad news like you don't want to see me anymore, just go ahead and spit it out. I've been imagining the worst all afternoon."

She looked over at me then, and I took my eyes away from the road long enough to meet her startled glance. "No, it's nothing like that."

"Well, what is...shit!" The sudden blare of a car horn snapped my attention back to the road, and I suddenly realized that I'd just almost blown through a red light. I stomped the brakes hard, both Bella and I were wearing seatbelts, but everything else that was unsecured in the car went flying.

"Oh fuck, I mean...God, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she mumbled, touching a hand to her seatbelt before leaning over to pick up her purse from the floor where it had been flung by the hard stop.

"I'm sorry, I should have been paying closer attention to the road. Dammit..." The light turned green and I felt my cell phone crunch under my heel as I pressed on the accelerator. "Okay, we're almost there, right?"

"Yes, it's that next drive up on the right, with the blue neon sign."

Gingerly pressing the accelerator while trying to dislodge my phone from under my heel was nearly impossible, and I groaned as I pulled into the lot, parked, and flipped on the interior dome lights. "Hell of a way for us to start our night," I grunted, trying to bend over far enough to reach the phone. I heard Bella gently place my sunglasses back on the dashboard, and then just as my fingers closed around my cell, I heard a paper bag rustling.

Oh fuck.

I snapped upright as fast as humanly possible, nearly braining myself on the steering wheel. I'd casually tossed the paper bag of porn that Emmett had given me onto the backseat, as I'd assumed Bella and I were still driving separately. I'd been halfway to the bar when I'd gotten Rosalie's phone call.

Bella sat frozen, twisted in her seat, her eyes flickering across the DVDs that were now strewn across my back seat and floorboards. Her hand reached out slowly to pick one up, and I cursed again.

"It's not what you think...Jesus this is embarrassing. You probably aren't going to believe me, but Emmett gave me all that shit. He has a collection to rival any video store's back room, but he's decided to get rid of all of it since he's dating Rosalie now, and he thought I'd benefit from having it instead..." Oh God, just shut the fuck up, Cullen!

"Have you watched this?" Her eyes were glued to the cover, and I could see in the harsh interior light that she'd picked up one with XXX-tacy Rave scrawled across the cover in neon pink letters.

"No! I swear to God, Emmett gave all those to me just before I left his place."

"Has he watched it?"

I had absolutely no idea where the hell Bella was going with this line of questioning, but at least she hadn't started screaming at me for being some kind of deviant yet. "I don't know, I mean, I'm sure he has at some point..."

She screwed her eyes shut. "Do you want to watch it?"

"Umm..." This wasn't just a trick question, it was a goddamn beartrap. "I don't know, if you wanted to watch it with me I guess I would. But I wouldn't ever make you, if that's what..."

"We can't watch this," she interrupted harshly, her eyes slowly opening again and her mouth twisting downward.

We had officially entered the Twilight Zone now, I was sure of it. "Bella, hey, that's fine. I'll get rid of all of them if you want, you don't have to..."

"No, that's not what I mean," she cut me off again. "We can't watch this because...I'm in it."

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A/N:

Well, at least he heard it from her. How he handles it...that's entirely up to him. How do you think he'll react? I love reading your theories!

I do want to make very clear that Carlisle's concern as a medical professional that Bella was being abused was in no way meant to make light of anyone who is/has been a victim of domestic abuse. If you or someone you know is being abused, don't hesitate to take action. Anyone in the United States can call the National Domestic Violence hotline at 800-799-7233. If you Google 'domestic violence,' it will usually bring up a list of local resources available twenty-four hours a day.

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