Its getting goooooooddddd....! Another short chapter, so...

I slowly stood up from the bed, my lips tingling in an odd sensation. I stood for a moment both frozen in my own shock and not sure what to do, until Edward stood next to me. Suddenly, I just couldn't look at him because I was confused about what I was feeling. Edward started toward the bathroom but I stayed where I was, unsure of what to do next, and just as I was about to head to my room and retrieve my pyjamas, Edward gestured me in with him. I slowly followed after, and he patted the marble counter.

For a second I deliberated. "Bella, please sit on the counter." Edward wasn't even looking at me, but I quickly complied before he had to repeat himself. He turned around and set a group of bottles and cotton balls, as well as medical tape and bandages, on the counter beside me, and I felt myself shudder. I must have been worse than I'd thought, then I'd guessed to myself. Still, Edward didn't continue talking.

"This will hurt a little," he said so quietly, that I barely heard him. "Just take a deep breath and it will be over soon." He soaked a little white puff in a clear liquid, and I knew exactly what it was as it touched a spot on my forehead. It sent hot electric shocks through my skin, starting in that one area. My hand clutched to the edge of the counter. "Here." He handed me a dark blue towel to scrunch in my hand as he started to dab all over the place: my whole face to my neck and to my exposed chest, and upon his request of remove my sweater, my arms and deeper cleavage. I couldn't fathom how he knew they would be there.

"So who did it?" he finally asked. "Who hurt you, Bella?" I didn't say anything as he taped gauze to a long (and quite painful) gash on my arm. "Tell me right now, or I will call the police and report an attack," Edward threatened, voice full of sureness. "If you just tell me the truth then its not necessary."

Like I didn't know he deserved to know what happened. As if I didn't already have a clue that Edward should know. But I couldn't bring myself to tell him the absolutely truth, mostly because he was right to begin with. He told me to stay away from James, and in my effort to abide by that, I got myself attacked and raped. Just like Rosalie.

"I don't know who it was," I mumbled, "that attacked me."

"Did he do anything else, Bella?"

I think I knew what he was implying. "No." My voice shook, quivered, like a erupting volcano.

He nodded slowly like he was really processing this. No more words were spoken as Edward fixed me up securely. I wondered how he knew all this stuff, how to clean cuts and fix them up, but I didn't want to break the silence to ask. In the end, I was bandaged up like I was almost...well, like I got into a fight, and needless to say, lost. But I guess I really did lose something that night. My skin felt raw under all the bandages.

"Here. You can wear these tonight." I snapped out of my trance to look at him and where he gestured to the counter beside me. There was pile of material, one that looked like soft fleece.

I slowly picked up the first item: a big white T-shirt that much have belonged to Edward. "I...I can go get my own pyjamas," I said quietly. "Its okay. Really."

But he shook his head. "Its okay, Bella, just wear them."

Edward turned away and closed the bathroom door behind him.

I wondered if I should put up a viable fight or something. But I didn't. I slipped his clothes on, leaving my bra on the floor of his bathroom with my bloody hoodie. The sweatpants were larger than was needed but comfy. The shirt was just as large and without a bra, my breasts were not hard to see. I let out a deep, uneasy breath.

There was a brush on the counter, which I used to quickly whip through my hair. I hoped he didn't mind too much. My eyelids were slowly drifting with fatigue, exhausted after the entire day; I was too tired to try a shower.

Opening the door I saw Edward flip his phone closed, spread out on the bed. I slowly walked over, hoping for an invite before I just went for it, but laid down on the side I was familiar with: farthest from the bedroom door. "I thought you said that Alice knew you were coming home," he said, actually slightly accusing.

"I—I never said that," I told him. "But did you tell her where I am?"

"Yeah, she was hysterical," he laughed, voice humourless. "But glad your alright."

"Um...Edward..." I said awkwardly, slipping under the thick blankets. "Thank you. A lot." I was still settled on that one brink between stable and teetering. I didn't want to go crazy about this in front of him – heck, I didn't even want him to know that I was raped. I would be in a hospital getting a thorough exam.

Head on the pillow, I watched as he turned off the lights and crawled into bed, also wearing sweatpants. The late moon shone white into the room, as bright as the sun and bathing this face in the pale glow. I sucked in a breath and held it when I felt his hand brush my hair back from the left side of my face. The hand didn't move, only stayed cupping my cheek.

"And I hope you will tell me what happened soon, Bella," he whispered. I swear that when he leaned in the kiss my forehead, my heart stopped completely.

My hand brushed over his forehead so lightly as to not wake him up. His hair was so unruly and he slept deeply beside me. Edward was confusing me. I was confusing myself. I wondered where we stood, but was too afraid to ask. Embarrassed. What if I was interoperating it wrong?

He kissed me. No, we kissed once. The second time he actually kissed me himself. It felt so...weird. Not really a bad weird but it didn't send through many emotions I wasn't too sure about. I don't know what I thought about it, though, because I just couldn't really think.

I could admit, without fault, that Edward was beautiful. His hair was a perfect tousled mess on top of his head, and his green eyes, bright as evergreen trees at their peak, were so alluring in a certain way. He had an amazing body too. But that was all the physical stuff; there was also all those inner things that he did. He understood me in ways I didn't quite get, and at times it could easily scare me. Edward was smart, he was a people person. I, however, was not. Never had been.

We were opposites. I thought of the term "when opposites attract" and how that applied to us. I guess in a way Edward was like a rock – my rock. He kept me in line. He was the one to help me through the spurts of depression before my last suicide attempt. Edward was also the one to find me on two occasions, nearly dead. Maybe almost beaten.

My fingers brushed over his plump lips, parted slightly with sleep. I could still feel that tingle on my own lips. I would be lying if I said I didn't want to feel his lips on mine again, to feel his body close to mine and his hands on me again. The feelings were fresh and vibrant. I wondered if he would kiss me again.

I was just holding onto the bit that he wasn't my biological brother. Well, I could barely even call him my brother. We were a total different level than most brothers and sisters, I thought as I placed my palm on his firm cheek. Yes, he was really beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous, in fact. He hand to have many non-depressed girls swooning over him. I never really paid enough attention at school to notice the little things, so I wondered if girls at Forks High were throwing themselves all over him.

I wondered how many of them he kissed, or did other, explicit things with.

My mind wandered to what it would be like to be so intimate with someone that you loved and that loved you back. I shuddered. I couldn't imagine what it was like. The only thing I knew about intimacy was forcefulness, harsh and painful hardcore movements. What would the difference be with someone that you had that strong of a connection with? I wanted to believe that love and physical interaction were real and that they went hand-in-hand, but I really couldn't do too well in convincing myself.

I had an urge to tell about what happened. I was bottling it all up inside and I couldn't expect to just let it out.

My skin was still pressed against his, but I quickly ripped it away like it was burning me, turning around so I was seeing out the window. I couldn't stand to just look at him. Slowly I was seeing what I was doing to my family, hurting them like I was feeling. What have they all been put through sense my moving here? Pain, for sure. Blood. Suicide. Probably even drugs.

Esme and Carlisle had to be ready to give me up. I still believed that they were slowly disliking me more and more, and really were thinking about pushing me out of their family once and for all, probably before I could convince Alice that life sucks.

"Bella?"

I jumped, fisting my hand around the blanket covering the mattress. "Yeah?"I tried to sound sleepy but it fell flat.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. "I felt you move..."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied quickly.

"You don't sound like it." His voice wasn't pressing and urging, but that tone that I always heard on TV: when a man was always comforting the woman, or extremely curious about something that is on her mind. "Are you ready to tell me what happened?"

I have to, I thought. I need to tell him. I've made the mistake of keeping things in too long before, and that has always resulted horribly. Maybe...if I told him...there would be a better chance that I wouldn't start cutting or buying from that drug dealer. I rolled onto my back and looked up at him. His face was close as he had propped himself up on an elbow. If anyone were to walk in they would think that we were something close to being intimate with each other.

"You were right," I whispered, looking at every part of his face but his eyes. He didn't say anything. "James...he's...he's dangerous," I said carefully, shaking my head of the thoughts that those words brought. "I...I really didn't know what you meant, you know, when you warned me, but the whole Rosalie thing..." The story about what happened with her and James was fresh in my mind like he's told about an hour ago.

"It happened to you." His voice was quite and I could detect no anger or really, any emotion.

I paused for a second. "I just wanted to talk to him for a moment, but he was...going uptown I guess. I don't think he liked what I, what I said to him. I really didn't know...think...it would be that bad..." Looking at his his lips and chin I could see the dark expression forming.

"You..." Suddenly his voice came to life. "You said you didn't need to go to the hospital!" he roared, flying up to sit and stare down. "Fuck, get up! We need to go to the hospital now!"

Edward jumped out of bed and tried to pull me with him. I frowned. I couldn't go to the hospital, not for a rape test to be done on me. I didn't like the invasion. Most of all, I didn't like that this would lead to police involvement.

"No, Edward, I told you because I thought I could trust you!" I objected. He grabbed my hand and pulled me, but when I resisted he pulled me across the bed. "Can we at least do it tomorrow?" I complied. "In Seattle?" The drive was the last thing on my mind. "Or just take me to the pharmacy and get the morning after pill."

"No! Now, Bella," he snapped, searching around his floor. He reached down and pulled up a shirt, slipping it on.

My emotions rolled like waves crashing to shore. "NO, EDWARD!" I wailed, sobbing, slamming my fists down on the bed. It was somewhere between a panic attack and a temper tantrum. Definitely more tantrum than anything. "NOOOO!" I screamed.

In my own ears I sounded like I was in a horror or thriller movie.

It was like he just turned on the "caring man" side instantly. "Shh, Bella." I felt the bed move and my screams never faltered for a second. No, it seemed very panic attack-ish. I couldn't fell my body – like I was numb, and couldn't think or close my mouth. It was like a never-ended supply of breath I had. "Bella, stop screaming!" There was frustration in his voice.

I couldn't breathe and everything just went dark.

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