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The three quotes from Twilight were:
"When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve"… (The next bit is: "when it comes to an end", but I changed it!) (It is from pg.1, come on guys!)
"I stepped through the last fringe of ferns into the loveliest place I had ever seen. I the meadow was small, perfectly round, and filled with wildflowers. Somewhere nearby I could hear the bubbling music of a stream. I walked slowly, awestruck, through the soft grass, swaying flowers, and warm gilded air with him." (pg. 259)
And
"There was a white piece of paper folded on my seat. I got in and closed the door before I unfolded it. Two words were written in his elegant script." (pg. 249)
Only aebteach guessed one of them! Come on guys!
There is another quote in this chapter. If someone doesn't PM me or review with the page number this time I'll scream! And I won't update Chapter thirteen either. So there! And if you find it (even without the page number) I will send you a sneak preview of Chapter thirteen!
Oh, and I have also submitted Chapter twelve at this point because this one is really short (1164 words) and I couldn't find a way to make it any longer. Thanks! I know that this is a really long A/N, sorry!
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer
Chapter Eleven
EPOV
When Bella started screaming, at first I held her tighter; an instinct to protect her from whatever was scaring her. But when she started struggling against me I dropped her, realizing that she was scared of me. I thought she had told me that it was alright to carry her. Well, she ran away screaming.
I continued back toward her truck, hoping to find her there. I had no such luck, so I dropped a note onto the driver's seat of her truck through the open window. I wrote 'I'm sorry' on it. I figured that if I took it slow and simple she would know that I really meant her no harm.
Well, I walked home after that. When I got home I went straight to my room and watched out the window for her to come home. I didn't have to wait long. I had a considerable head start on her, but she had a car. I watched the truck pull into her driveway and I smiled at her, but she didn't look my way. It wasn't too much later when I saw Bella in her room with Charlie.
It made me sick that her father was able to use her the way that he did. I was about to walk on over there and knock on the door to get his attention, but Alice walked in. I snapped my blinds shut and went to sit on the bed with her.
"So, how'd it go?" she asked me.
"Awful." I said.
"Oh, sorry, I was sure that is would end well! Do you want to talk about it?"
I did, really, but I said "No." because I couldn't talk bout it with her in order to protect Bella's privacy. I really needed to talk to Rosalie who already knew about the abuse. I was going to call her, but I figured that Alice didn't need to know. I decided to wait until Alice left. That didn't work out. Alice only left when my mother called us to dinner. I sat through dinner in silence. My parents understood that that meant that the date hadn't gone well. And it had, up until the very end.
After dinner I went back to my room and looked out the window. I wanted to make sure that Bella was alright. I couldn't see, because the blinds were closed. But there was a sheet of printer paper taped to her window. It said:
I'm sorry too.
I just sat down on my bed and stared at that sign for the rest of the night.
Then it was morning. I made myself look fairly presentable and then stepped out onto the street. I wanted the fresh air and was going to walk to school. I was sure that it would wake me up from whatever stupor I was stuck in. Alice was going to have to drive herself. It was my luck that Rosalie happened to be driving by to pick up Bella at the exact same time. I flagged her down.
"Hey Edward. Do you need a ride? How'd your date go?"
What is it with these females and their inexhaustible quest for knowledge? "Hey Rosalie," I responded, "I'd like to walk today, thank you, and I actually want to talk to you about Bella."
Her eyes tightened, "What?"
"Look," I said, "I know all about," I coughed, "Charlie. When we were walking yesterday I picked Bella up and then she started screaming and she ran away. I felt awful, but I want to know what I did wrong."
Rosalie pursed her lips. "I can't say much, but I'm pretty sure that whatever happened, you probably scared her into thinking that you would hurt her. I did that once, before I knew about Charlie and her. She didn't talk to me for three weeks. Actually, she avoided me for three weeks. That's how I learned about it, you know."
I nodded.
"Most physical contact scares her, actually. Why in the world would you pick her up?"
"She said it was alright."
Rosalie cocked an eyebrow. "Weird. But actually I have to go and pick Bella up... not literally. Are you sure that you don't want a ride."
"I'm sure. And I don't think that Bella would want me to ride with her in any case."
"True. I'll see you at lunch. Be persistent in seeing Bella. That's what I did. I was very persistent. She'll get over it. Don't worry, you two were made for each other!" She drove the extra few feet toward Bella's house.
I continued walking to school. I got there just in time for Biology; Bella was sitting in her normal spot, smiling at me. I smiled back, and went to sit at my normal spot, next to her. When I sat down, however, Bella scooted her chair away from me. It was like that first day all over again. She said, "Hi Edward."
I said 'hi' back. Mr. Banner still hadn't come into the room yet, I was puzzled until I saw him wheeling a huge projector into the room. The moment that Mr. Banner turned off the lights, I was hyperaware of Bella right next to me. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch her, to stroke her bruised face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, my hands balling into fists. I was loosing my mind.
My eyes, of their own accord, flickered over to her. I smiled sheepishly as I realized that her posture was identical to mine, fist clenched under her arms, right down to the eyes, peering sideways at me. She grinned back at me.
