A/N: So...I was meant to upload this yesterday...and I was going to! But I logged on and saw A Day Overdue were ustreaming...and I can't help but swoon over those scottish nuggets of amazingness...but HERE YOU GO :)

All of this was meant to be in EPOV but Bella was nagging at me saying she wanted her say. And who am I to deny her?

As always please review...not only does it inspire me but if a has reviews more people tend to read it :P

I do not own Twilight but I do own a brand new Wicked and Jersey Boys soundtrack :)

Happy Reading!

Frenchy_x

Chapter Thirteen : BPOV

"Why do you care?"

My voice sounded strange. Like it belonged to a stranger, not me.

My question seemed to startle him. He blinked rapidly and his mouth fell open.

I shook my head lightly and turned to leave, he once again grabbed onto my forearm and his fingers constricted around my open cuts.

I hissed in pain but tried not to whimper. Suck it up Swan, you've been through enough these past two days that a little physical pain should be the least of your worries.

His eyes had never left mine though so he saw me flinch.

Very slowly he cradled my arm in one palm and pulled my sleeve up to my elbow.

A small part of brain was registering that the school quad had emptied and we were late for class. A larger part was screaming at me to stop him. He can't know this. No one can.

But I didn't move. I was frozen as the moved the fabric and saw my forearm.

His eyes left mine for the first time since he'd called my name and they examined my arm.

Cuts criss crossed all the way up from my wrist to the crease of my elbow.

Most were healed, many more was simply scar tissue. But he didn't care about them. His eyes were fixated on my most recent acquistitions. Three livid cuts spanning the length of my arm were extremely visible against my alabaster skin.

He didn't know how deep they were.

But I did.

His fingers traced down them gently, when I closed my eyes I couldn't even feel his fingers on my skin.

Suddenly I was jerked forward and he was pulling me along after him. I tried to keep up but the past few days had taken a negative effect on my body, most seriously my knee. My legs twisted under me and I hit the ground. Hard.

I didn't even try to get up. The pain was excruciating, my knee felt like it was exploding, my head ached and my ribs throbbed. Edward had dropped my arm as I fell and it lay limply at my side, showing my shame to the world.

But I couldn't get up, so I gave up. I just lay there, face against the concrete and cried.

"Holy shit Bella!" Edward crouched by my head "Are you okay?" His hands fluttered uselessly above my body.

Am . I. Okay?

"Do I fucking look okay?" I tried to glare at him but my black eye made squinting painful so I most likely looked like I was winking at him.

It struck me that once again I was crying in front of Edward Cullen.

Fuck. This.

Taking a deep breath I pushed my myself up into a standing position, only crying out once. Edward had tried to help me up by putting an arm around my waist but I pushed him away.

"What the fuck Edward?" This time I really did glare.

"Shit, I dunno, I was just gonna take you back to my car..." He pointed over to the silver Volvo next to my truck. Of course. "I figured you'd want privacy for what I'm about to ask you." He looked my straight in the eye and I momentarily lost my train of thought.

His green eyes smouldered at me.

"Wh...What were you go...going to ask me?" Jesus Bella. If I could get away with it without agony I would have slapped myself right there.

"Do you cut yourself?" He said it. No fuss. No beating around the bush. Just straight to the point.

I think I liked a little bush beating.

"I'm not discussing this with you in the middle of the school quad." I paused "We're late for class" I tacked on.

I'm sure he's realises that Bella.

"We're not late if we don't turn up. Come on" He took two steps then looked back and held his hand out "You can trust me Bella" His eyes looked so sincere that for a split second I believed him.

I took his hand.

He led me to his Volvo and opened the passenger door.

Who says chivalry is dead?

In what seemed half a second later he was opening his door and sliding into the car. I pulled my sleeve down to my wrist and fidgeted in my seat.

"Put your seatbelt on, I don't want to get in accident and like maim you on my dashboard" He almost said a nice thing until he tacked on "or my leather seats"

Ahh so he wasn't worried I might hurt, he was worried about the upholstery.

Nice.

Not wanting an argument I clicked my seatbelt on and Edward pulled out of the parking lot.

We drove in silence for maybe ten minutes until I found that courage to ask him.

"Where are we going?" My voice sounded quiet, timid and a little bit fearful. He latched onto the fear.

"Don't be afraid Bella..." he reached over and stroked my face, I leaned into his touch subconsciously. He slowly pulled his hand back and placed it back on the steering wheel. "And to answer your question, I don't know. I've only lived here for two weeks." He looked over and winked.

"Turn left here" I knew exactly where I wanted to go. Edward glanced over at me, clearly shocked by the pain that laced my voice.

There was only one place I could tell Edward everything.

Our place.

It's time to go back to mine and Jake's meadow.