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On the way to the stairs that leads to the upstairs bathroom. I felt so helpless, and pathetic, and dirty in a way that I shouldn't. I was aware that Charlie being abusive wasn't my fault, but maybe if I were just a little bit of a better kid he wouldn't be so angry all the time. Maybe.

"Alright now" Angela took a deep breath as she prepared herself to wash me up, again I felt pathetic. Edward was asked to leave the room because of my indecent appearance. I didn't realize that there was blood on my cloths until I saw them in the light. So now I sat on the toilet with the seat down, in just my bra and underwear looking over myself with what I am sure was a disgusted expression on my face. I could see Angela's eyes getting watery as she looked my up and down. A tear dripped slowly down her face.

"Angela" I said quietly.

"Hmm?" She went down on her knees and started cleaning up my legs. I was glad dried up blood didn't smell.

"I have been such a bad friend to you," I admitted Edward helped me inside as Angela held open her front door. She had told me her parents were on some political thing in Virginia; they had left for a week, thinking Angela was responsible to stay home alone for a week without having a party, I agreed. Edward had to lift me up to get up shamefully.

"Yeah, you have been" She agreed. She giggled a little, I matched it. "We all have those days Bella, or years in your case" She laughed again; I was surprised it wasn't a bitter laugh. This isn't how I pictured this would go. I pictured something like her yelling at me for all the horrible things I've done to her and then telling me we could never be friends, I wasn't good enough to be her friend. But of course that wasn't Angela.

"I wish I could take back the last 2 years of my life, I want to take them back so badly" I had said that so many times in my head my never aloud, it felt good.

"Don't we all" Angela sighed. There was a comfortable silence after that, both of us going over the last 2 years of our life in ours heads.

"What have you been up to?" I asked casually.

"Ahh, you know. Same old, same old. You missed my Sweet 16." She laughed, I frowned. "It was boring anyway, me and Ben, a cupcake, and birthday hat." She said it like she really liked it though. "That was actually the night when he first asked me to be his girlfriend" she looked wistful. I smiled this time.

"You and Ben, huh?" I laughed and she did the same.

"You and Edward, huh?" She laughed "The New Kid. You cougar" I couldn't help it, I busted into laughter ignoring the pain in my rips. We both laughed until we couldn't breathe. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed this much, probably with Angela.

After I caught my breath I decided to continue speaking.

"I don't know what Edward and I are" I admitted.

"Really?" I nodded. "Oh, well you'll find out soon" She said wisely.

"Why do you say?" I asked curiously.

"Just the way you look at him, and the way he looks at you, the way you look at each, it's like you're in love. Weird choice of words but true none the less. Not like a high school sweetheart kind of love either though, the kind that you see in couples that have been married for 50 plus years, the kind that never dies" She explained.

"Well before we've been married for 50 plus I think we need to start dating" I joked. She laughed.

"True, true. When do you think that will happen?" I didn't know how to answer her. I hoped it would happen soon, as matter fact I hoped he would but through the door, confess his love for me and we would all live happily ever after. But then again I didn't want that, I wanted to suspense and awkwardness that comes with the schoolyard romance, being perfect is overrated. But it's sometimes fun. I suddenly wished I had said that out loud and not in my head, Angela would get it.

"I don't know, whenever and whatever happens, happens" That pretty much summed it up. She smiled, a knowing smile.

She held out her hand and I put my arm in it, she began to clean the blood off that too. I looked down at my legs. They looked a little less gruesome, still gross though.

Angela sighed loudly, I looked at her face and she was examining my arms closely.

"Bells, this one might need stitches" She gestured to a cut arm my arm, I didn't feel it before, or notice it. I shook my head.

"No, no. It doesn't." Even while I was saying this I knew I was lying. I realized why I wasn't feeling it before. It was numb.

"Bella-" Angela cooed, but I interrupted her by getting up, slightly pushing her out of the way.

"It's okay Angela, it doesn't need anything, just slap a Band-Aid on it and then lets get out of here, I'm starting to smell blood" It was true, the smell of blood was filling my air system and I knew falling down was not an option.

Angela looked like she was going to say something, but then decided against it. "Alright, lets go get Edward" I led us out the bathroom and into her upstairs hallway. I knew this place well .She let me borrow some of her cloths to sleep in. It smelt like home. Edward was seated in the kitchen, playing with his hands until he noticed we had walked into the kitchen.

"Hey" He

stood up and walked towards me helping me to a seat. Angela's phone rang in the other room so she excused herself, this is what I had been dreading. Now I was forced to explain myself, the situation. I sighed and was about to start speaking when he did.

EDWARD POV

"Your father abuses you?" The words burned my throat. I dared to look up at her. She was bruised, badly. I looked down right away. "Bella" I couldn't think of anything to say. I heard her sniff and unthinkingly looked up. She was crying.

"I am so sorry Edward" Tears streamed down her face but he voice wasn't weak; it was quite the opposite actually. Why was she sorry?

"What?" My voice sounded sort of sharp, unintentionally. She didn't flinch.

"I am really, really sorry" She sniffed.

"Why?"

"Edward" She took a deep breath. "I don't know what we are, and that's okay, but I had possibly the greatest day ever when I was holding your hand, and then I come home, and that happens, and now everything I've ever kept secret, is your baggage too, and that's not right, it's not fair to you Edward." Now it sort of made sense.

"I don't mind," I said faintly.

"Why wouldn't you mind?" She asked, like I was stupid.

"I don't know what we are either, but I was hoping we could be something, and if we were to do that, all my baggage would be yours, yours mine. I hope you wouldn't mind, and don't except me to mind. I know you're not that average girl Bella, I haven't even known you that long and we've been through so many together, not only that but I think I love you" My eyes widened with what I had said. I didn't mean to. I meant to shut my mouth and continue with the love part inside my eyes. Oh wow, I've ruined this.

"Oh" She mouthed. "I do too" I couldn't tell what she meant, did she mean she loved herself too? Or she loved me back? I was beginning to hate the four-letter word.

"What?" I risked asking to get a straight answer.

"I love you too," she stated.

I smiled so wide my teeth felt like that would pop out.

"Cool" So adolescent, immature, it seemed to even out the content of the situation.