Elizabeth's POV
I had picked up the charm on the floor and then led Peter out of the house, knowing Esme and Carlisle would wan some time alone, I turned over my shoulder only seconds later to see them run off into the forest towards the direction of that old cottage. Gross, I thought to myself. I really shouldn't be thinking about that. Peter and I walked around on the deck, that ran the perimeter of the Cullens house. His hand linked with mine, we talked,
"Liz, why did you not want me at first?" Peter asked, breaking the silence between us. I thought about it and looked at him,
"Because It would have meant I was venerable."
"What's wrong with that?" he asked.
"If I'm a venerable person, then I fall for anything, or anyone. And I can't be like that...Not again." I told him as tears started to form in my eyes. We sat down on a porch swing together and his arm wrapped around me.
"Liz, what do you mean, again?" He asked. I was going to tell him. He deserved to know.
"When I was in high school, I started going out with this guy. Back then I had always been a tough person, I never led my guard down, But my friend said if I kept this guard up, I would never get a boyfriend. So I let it down, just for one day. And I fell for this guy. We started going out and I never put the guard back up." I, unbuttoned my pyjama shirt and took it off, revealing my bra, but more importantly the scars that covered my back and stomach. Peter gasped and his eyes widened "He slapped me, punched me, beat me, and at one point got me so drunk at a party...that...I., well lets say I lost something I shouldn't have at that age..." I put my top back on and continued, "One day I managed to work up enough courage to hit him back, but in the end he dumped me. I was so ashamed of what happened that I found the guard and put it up again. Haven't taken it down since. But when I met you, I felt my guard crumbling again. And for three years it's gotten worse and worse. I finally decided that I could trust you completely and when you asked me out, my guard fell and every memory from high school came back. I just needed time to think before I answered your question," I told him. But this point I was crying into Peters chest. Both his arms wrapped around me, soothing me as I cried.
"Ssshhh, Lizzie, its ok. I would never do that to you. Ever... Is that the reason you've always been single?" he asked. I nod, not wanting to speak. "Oh Liz" Peter said. He squeezed me tighter. "Your not alone any more"