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EPOV

At this point, I didn't care about speed limits. I raced home in a desperate attempt to comfort Bella before she completely fell apart. Judging by how hard she had been crying, something was seriously wrong, and that tore me up inside.

Seconds seemed like hours as I drove home, praying that nothing had hurt Bella or the baby. I loved both of them too much to see anything happen to either one of them. I finally reached our driveway and parked hazardously, past the point of caring.

I minute I burst in through the door, I spotted Bella. She was curled up on the first step of the stairwell, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees and her petite body trembling with sobs. I hurried over and dropped to my knees in front of her; wrapping my arms around her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, kissing the top of her head repeatedly. "Bella, you're scaring me. What's wrong?!" She weakly lifted her head up and her red, watery eyes met mine.

"They know." She finally said, still sobbing. "They know how terrible I was; they know how I gave up my own baby."

"Who knows?" I asked, desperate to understand what she was telling me.

"Bree and Carmen. They asked me about it, and I just lost it-" Bella started to explain through her tears, but I stood up abruptly, and she trailed off; staring at me with wide, glassy eyes that still leaked floods of tears. "What are you doing?" She asked as I stormed out of the house, livid.

I was past the point of reasoning. Where the hell did they get off asking Bella about the child we had given up eight years ago? Did they have no empathy or tact? I walked up to Bree Crowley's door and pounded on the door three times, knowing she would still be home.

"What the-" Bree opened the door with an angry expression on her face, but when she saw it was me, the expression instantly changed to one of guilt and fear.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" I asked in a low voice, looking at Bree and then over her shoulder at Carmen, who wore the same expression.

"Edward, we didn't mean to-" Carmen started to say, but Bree cut her off.

"Come inside, we don't want to cause a scene." She said briskly, and I honestly almost ripped her head off.

"Cause a scene?" I spat once I walked into the house and Bree closed the front door behind me. "You two already caused a fucking scene- Bella is at home right now, inconsolable because of something you two said to her. Care to explain?" Carmen blushed and instantly looked down at the floor, but Bree held my angry gaze, although she no longer looked so sure of herself.

"We just asked her if she had given a baby up for adoption when she was a teenager. It was no big deal." Bree said in a small voice.

"It was obviously a big deal to her, or she would have told you about it in the first place and she wouldn't be so devastated right now." I retorted, and Bree blushed.

"I'm sorry, we just didn't think she would be so sensitive about it." She mumbled, biting her lip.

"Well, what you brought up tonight was probably the single hardest thing Bella and I have ever had to do." I said through my teeth. "Bella practically hates herself for it, even though it was the best thing for all three of us. I know that the two of you just don't understand the sacrifice we made, and how we would like to put it behind us now. But I would appreciate if you would apologize to Bella tomorrow, and just let it drop. It's none of your fucking business."

With that, I wrenched the front door open and walked out, slamming it behind me.

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When I got back inside our house, Bella hadn't moved, but she was no longer crying. I sat down on the steps next to her, and she looked up at me.

"Thank you." She managed, her voice rough.

"Why don't you go get cleaned up, and we can talk about this?" I suggested gently, kissing her with loving tenderness.

"Alright." Bella whispered, and stood on unsteady legs. I stood as well and watched her slowly walk upstairs, her shoulders slumped and her head hanging.

Several minutes passed, and Bella appeared again at the top of the stairs; her face ashen and something clutched in her head.

"Edward." She said, her voice cracking. "I think-…" She looked down at whatever was in her hand. "I think something's wrong." Bella whispered, holding the object out to me.

Her underwear. Stained bright red with blood.

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