A/N: Chapter 14! How exciting!

He looked at me for an immeasurable moment.

"Please don't ask me that" he whispered, a tear in his voice.

"Why not?" I asked, slightly frustrated.

"Because I don't want you to know" he mumbled and I untangled myself from his arms and stepped back.

"Why not?" I asked again, more rudely this time. He sighed and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Don't be melodramatic please, Bella" he said, exasperated.

"I'm not" I said stiffly and he rolled his eyes and began to turn around and head for the stairs.

"Okay" he muttered sarcastically.

"Hey!" I yelled and he stopped and spun around with a sigh. "I think I deserve to know".

"I don't" he shrugged and then began to walk upstairs. I couldn't understand why he was being like this; I couldn't understand why he was being so rude about it. It was a simple question to which I wanted to know a simple answer. I flew up the stairs and rounded around to stand in front of him.

"Why are you so stubborn?" he asked rhetorically, visibly annoyed.

"I'm only as stubborn as you are" I rebuked and he grimaced.

"It's my story Bella" he hissed and I gaped at him.

"So why don't you tell it to me?" I asked, softly this time.

"Because Bella, not all stories have happy endings. Not this one" he finalised and walked around me and up to the third floor. I stood after him, not understanding why he wouldn't tell me, but at the same time knowing he might never end up letting me in. The thought frustrated me and I stomped up to the room in which I knew Alice was staying.

I threw the door open and slammed it behind me and slid down it until I was sitting on the ground. Alice wasn't in the room and I looked around to see that she had decorated it. The grand duchess that sat against the wall was covered in her belongings and knick knacks. The room oozed with the look of Alice and I smiled slightly, having missed it so terribly.

I sat there seething for another few minutes and then I noticed that there was another room attached to this one. Steam came out of under the door and I heard the sound of water rushing through pipes. It was a bathroom and shortly after I noticed it, Alice opened the door and walked out towel drying her hair.

"Bella?" she seemed surprised to find me in her room.

"Hey Al" I tried to smile and she rolled her eyes.

"How'd it go with Uncle Carlisle?" she bit her lip and seemed hesitant to ask.

"It wasn't an overly joyous conversation" I said and took a second to glare at her. She blushed apologetically and I instantly forgave her.

"I'm so sorry Bella, I was just talking to him about you and then it sort of slipped out" she defended and I nodded, having known the horrors of accidental speaking.

"It's okay, I just wish Edward hadn't heard it" I mumbled and looked down, blushing. It was true; I hadn't wanted him to know the twisted inner working of my mind, but his response had been nothing but lovely in the way he had just simply hugged me. That is, until he turned all Harry Houdini on me.

"Oh?" She said a little too nonchalantly and I glared at her.

"You asked him to spy didn't you?" I accused, knowing full well that Alice had a knack for getting people to spy on others for her, using her intense skills of persuasion.

"I wanted to know what your response was… and what Uncle Carlisle was saying to you" she confessed and my anger dulled down to a level of muteness that I didn't even want to comprehend.

"Well… Edward isn't talking to me right now" I mumbled and she shot me a confused look.

"Was it something that happened in the conversation?" she asked, floundering.

"No… it happened after" I bit my lip trying to shy away from her scrutinizing glance.

"What happened, Bella?" Alice asked, watching every move my face made.

"I asked him" I replied and she cocked her head to the side.

"Asked him what?"

There was a moment of infinite silence. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, and the majority of me was hoping Alice could enlighten me on the entire Edward situation.

"What happened to him… I asked him what happened to him… his scars I mean" I trailed off and looked away from her, not wanting to know what her reaction was. Apparently, she was livid.

"Are you insane Bella!" she shrieked and I cringed and huddled myself closer to the door I was leaning on. Alice was pacing, throwing her arms around in erratic movements.

"I thought it was a valid question".

"That may be so but Bella; he doesn't want to talk about that. I'm pretty sure he hasn't even dealt with it himself. It wasn't a normal thing like dropping hot water on yourself, or being in a house fire, it was nothing like that Bella. You can't just ask him what happened; he has to tell you himself" she rambled on angrily for quite a long time.

"Okay I get it, Alice" I huffed and she stopped dead on her tracks to glare at me.

"I don't think you do. What happened to him is something I can't even picture. Do you really wish for him to open up about something so horrific? Why do you want him to relive that just to curb your curiosity?" she rambled again and I suddenly felt very guilty. The way Alice was putting it made it sound like something so much worse than what had happened to me, yet I shied away from what did happen to me. I suddenly understood why everyone was so reluctant to talk about what happened to Edward, and my guilt made me very nauseated.

"Is that a bathroom in there?" I clarified and Alice stared at me.

"In the middle of this conversation you have to use the bathroom? Really, Bella?" she sighed, annoyed.

"Is it?" I said, trying to minimise the amount my mouth was open.

"Yes".

With the confirmation, I bolted to the bathroom and threw myself over the toilet bowl, hurling anything that I had consumed recently, out of my body and into the water in the bowl.

"Bella?" Alice called as she ran into the bathroom. "Bella, are you sick? Would you like me to get my uncle?" she fussed and I was about to protest when another bout came over me.

After another five minutes of that, I was crumpled up on the floor with my cheek pressed against the cold tiles, trying to catch my breath.

"Bella, what was that?" Alice asked idly as she sat beside me, rubbing my arm.

"I don't know, just thinking about what Edward may have had to go through made me so guilty, I just needed to.. Well, you know" I pointed to the toilet and she pursed her lips.

"You really like him don't you?" she spoke and I was very confused at the turn of events. "I mean, you wouldn't be feeling so sick about it if you didn't care for him so intensely. It's nice to see someone love him so much" she smiled and I gaped at her.

"Love? Who said anything about love?" she said and sat up to be level with her.

"Isn't it obvious Bella?" she giggled, "you love him" she repeated and I felt a strange, warm feeling spread in my stomach as I thought about that. Did I like Edward? Of course I did. Did I love Edward? I didn't even know what love was, but what I felt for him was more than like.

"I… whoa" I blanched and she threw her head back and laughed.

"I am so excited, Bella. You have to tell him" she squealed and I interrupted her.

"No, Alice. I can't tell him that. You know I can't even take it when the machine at the store rejects my payment card, imagine me when he rejects me" he rambled and she broke my babbling by bursting into raucous laughter.

"You think he would reject you?" she laughed intensely and I felt embarrassed. "Bella, I'm pretty sure he is in love with you" she smiled and then jumped up and ran out of the room before I could say anything. I heard her yell something out into the rest of the house but I couldn't make out the words. She came back in a few minutes later and smiled when Carlisle was behind her.

"So," he said, smiling, "I hear you're not well".

A/N: Cool?