I suck. I know I suck, and I'm sorry. My excuse?
I've been working this horrible job, but it's literally the ONLY one I could find because I live in a small college town, and all the jobs are taken.
So I work from 4:30pm until 7am the next day, 4 days on and 4 days off. On top of that, MWF I go to class from 10am until 2pm. So....most of the time I'm
running on 0 hours of sleep. So....I'm sorry, and I'll try to update, but until I can sort out my life, it'll be hectic.

Ch. 25-Don't tell them...

I heard the doors to the balcony open and shut, then felt the bed dip under someone's added weight. I knew it was Edward from his smell. I don't think he uses cologne, but this boy smells better than anyone I've ever met.

"Hello, love. I heard you and Jacob pull up a while ago. What took you so long to get in here?"

"Rosalie cornered me, then Carlisle forced me to talk with him and Esme....it didn't go well."

"You should open up to someone, Bella." he sighed "It would be better for you." Edward laid down beside me and gently pulled me into his side. "Even just a little bit, talking helps. If you don't they'll just force you into therapy. They did that with Emmett when he wouldn't talk about how his parents died. There was a car crash, and we all knew he'd seen everything, but he wouldn't talk about it. He had nightmares, like you do, but after a few sessions he said it actually helped. He wasn't too receptive at first, though."

"I don't wanna talk about it. It's not going to help. I just want to try and forget."

"Maybe you should talk with someone, and then try and talk with your Mom again. Just call or something. I know what she did was wrong, but she's your Mom..."

"It's too late for that."

"It's not too late, not yet."

"It is Edward....she's dead...he...he killed her." I whispered it, hoping maybe Edward wouldn't be able to hear me. But when his arms tightened around my waist I knew he had.

"Bella-"

"No, just don't. Don't say anything. And don't tell them...please? She kicked me out, then I went back trying to get Renee to let me move back in until I turned sixteen, at least, then her boyfriend came in and shot her. Then himself. I called the cops...and Billy's handling the funeral. Every thing's taken care of. There's no reason for Carlisle and Esme to know anything."

"Bella, there is! This is something really important going on in your life. You need to tell them!"

"NO! And you're not going to change my mind. For now, I don't want anyone else to know. You can't tell them. Please?"
He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this. "Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for being here so I could. Can you say something? Anything....just to get my mind off Renee...."

"Okay love, well as you know, Carlisle and Esme adopted Alice and me when we were younger...."

Edward and I laid in my bed together, talking about various things, for about an hour, until Esme called everyone together for a late lunch. The table was pretty quiet. Rosalie was glaring at me, but not saying anything; Carlisle and Esme kept looking at me, worry evident in their eyes, and Edward...he just kept holding my hand the whole time. I'm glad he's left handed, so he can hold my left hand with his right and eat at the same time. I didn't eat much, I don't even remember what Esme cooked, and I knew Carlisle noticed when he frowned at my plate. After lunch Alice decided it was a good time to take me shopping.

"I already have clothes, Alice." I tried to protest.

"But please, Bella! You're starting school on Tuesday, and I want you to have something fabulous to wear!"

"I don't like shopping, Alice. And who's to say I don't already have something 'fabulous' in my closet? You liked what I was wearing the other day!"

"I did, that's why we need more stuff like that! Come on Bella! I just want to spend time with my new sister!!" Oh no, she's doing the puppy dog eyes!! AHH!!

"Fine."

"Yay! We can all go! Boys, Rose go get ready for the mall!!" I was not happy about this, and Rosalie was coming too...but at least Edward would be there with me.

Emmett wanted to drive Edward's Volvo, but when I pointed out that there were only five seats and six of us he relented and we took my car.