A/N First of all I wanted to just clear something up. Bella did not do the hard drugs. If you read back through that section she tried but couldn't push herself to do it, which is when she freaked out on the table and spooned with the pillow.
Secondly a playlist for this chapter is up on the blog.
Lastly thank you to everyone who has reviewed, recommended, favorited this story. It means a lot. And no we're not done with them yet ; )
Edward
"Edward stay back!" Carlisle yelled again. I'd had a hard time just standing there doing nothing. "Just let us work son!"
I clenched my teeth and stepped back, pacing back and forth just beyond the curtain. With each slow step and each tick of the clock I felt the panic seep more and more into my chest. I'd occasionally peek into the thin sliver of space between the curtain and every time I did I regretted it.
The nurses and doctors were frantically moving around Bella, shouting out all these things that I would have understood if I had a clear mind. But now it just sounded like mumbles of absolute nothing. Jake sat in the chair next to wear I stood with his head in his hands.
"We've got vomit!" One of the nurses yelled. I stuck my head inside and watched as she turned Bella's unconscious face to the side just as she threw up.
"Okay get the equipment, we need to move fast on this," Carlisle said as he looked up at me. My hand shook, gripping tightly onto the curtain as I watched. The metal loops above me clanged against the pole and I tried to steady myself. Carlisle sighed and started towards me. He forced me outside and pulled the curtain tight behind him, closing off any view I had of her.
"What's going on? Is she going to be okay?" I stuttered, almost unable to get the words out.
Carlisle turned towards Jake and crouched down. "Jacob I need to ask you a few questions okay?"
"I don't really know anything Dr. Cullen."
"Well just start from the beginning. Any little thing might help."
Jake nodded and ran his hand across his forehead. "After Edward left I went in the backyard to get her and take her home but she wasn't there. So I went back inside to look for her. No one knew where she was. I finally caught up with Jessica and she said that Bella had been in there and seemed really upset about something. She thought she saw her go her dad's office." He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "She showed me where it was and I was just about to go inside when I saw this guy sneak out."
I felt my fists automatically clench at my sides. "Who was it?"
"I don't know. He had his hood up, I didn't see his face. But I ran in there and she….she was on the couch completely passed out and looking like that." He nodded in towards the curtain. "I tried to wake her up, even slapped her to get her to open her eyes and she just….she wouldn't." I tried to hold it together as a tear slipped down his cheek. "The room was a complete mess, the table was turned over and there was this white stuff all over the floor."
"White stuff?" Carlisle asked. "Was it liquid or powder?"
"Powder I think."
"Carlisle please tell me it's not what I think it is…" I whispered.
"I don't know son, we took some blood work and I put a rush on it. Should be here shortly." He stared at me for a moment later before walking up to the nurse's station. I know he was trying to whisper but I heard it anyway.
"Can we please get a rape kit ordered?" He said to the nurse.
I felt all the oxygen rush of out my lungs in one large whoosh as my knees buckled beneath me. I grabbed the wall for support to keep myself from crashing to the floor.
I wasn't a very religious person. Never had anything against it, I just wasn't. But at the moment I prayed more than I ever did that she hadn't been…
I told God that I'd do anything…anything to not have her go through that. I knew it'd be her worst fear come true and that she wouldn't survive it. I wouldn't survive it. A nurse bustled past me and into Bella's room. A moment later a slew of people walked out, taking lots of machines with them.
"Dad what are they doing? What's going on?" I asked.
"We had to pump her stomach Edward. She'd consumed a lot of alcohol. We're running…another test right now." He shifted his eyes to the floor. "I'm going to go call Charlie." He turned around and left, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my heart.
I sat down next to Jake and buried my head in my hands as we waited. I don't know how long we sat there, but I felt completely disconnected from the world. I didn't hear anything anyone was saying, I didn't notice the people rushing around in front of me. I just sat there and counted the tiles on the floor below me again and again.
"Edward?" Carlisle said, tapping me on the shoulder. I jumped and looked up at him. He nodded towards the corner, a silent code for me to follow him.
"Relax son she's going to be okay." He patted my shoulder. "We got her tests results back. There were absolutely no drugs in her system, just a lot of alcohol. She was suffering from alcohol poisoning, that's why she was so unresponsive. We got it out of her stomach and she's just going to need a lot of rest now."
"And the other test?"
"What test?"
I shuffled my feet and looked down at the floor, trying to mentally prepare myself.
"The rape kit Carlisle. Was she?"
"No," he said seriously. "There were no signs of consensual or nonconsensual sexual contact."
"Thank God," I sighed. "Thank God." I bowed my head and wiped away a few tears. "Can I see her?"
"Yeah. She'll be sleeping, but you can see her. I'll warn you Charlie's on his way though." He led me back to her room and ushered me inside. She didn't look quite as scary as she did before. I mean all the tubes were still there but there was almost something peaceful about her. Just like she was sleeping. The perfect angel.
I sat down in the chair beside her and glanced down at her hand, perfectly relaxed beside her body. I ran my fingers over the top and all the way down to the tip of her finger. I hesitated a moment before I sat up and slowly crawled into the bed, laying my body down beside hers.
"Bella if you can hear me squeeze my hand…" I whispered as I entwined my fingers with hers. I don't know if I imagined it or if she did, but I swear I felt the slightest bit of movement against my skin.
"I'm just going to pretend that was a yes." I turned my body towards hers and watched her chest rising slowly up and down with each breath. "I know this probably isn't the best time for this, it would be better if you were…awake. But I love you and I…I don't want to be away from you anymore. I can't." After realizing that I could have lost her I decided in that moment that I was going to fight harder than I did before. It was a shitty way to realize it, but the wake up call worked. Just knowing that she could have been taken away from me ignited a spark somewhere deep down inside me and I suddenly didn't care about Charlie or his threats or anyone else. If I had her by my side I could face anything that they threw at me. I might not like it, but I could face it. I could be brave for her.
Since when did everything in our relationship have to revolve around anything but us? It didn't seem right. And it wasn't. I planned on making it right, no matter what it took.
I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before lifting myself up off the bed. Carlisle was standing at the nurse's station thumbing through some paperwork.
"Dad I need your help."
After I explained everything to him, he reluctantly agreed to help me and led me to a small room down the hall from Bella. I think it was a meeting room for families and doctors to talk about patients. There wasn't much to it. Just a few chairs facing each other and some God-awful paintings on the walls. My leg bounced up and down as I waited. I wouldn't lie, I was scared shitless, but it didn't matter. I had to do this.
I felt myself tense up when I heard his voice.
"I don't understand Carlisle. Why can't I see her right now?" Charlie said. He was angry. I could hear it in his voice.
"I just have some last minute paperwork for you," Carlisle replied.
The door handle turned slowly and I held my breath and Charlie and Carlisle slipped inside.
"What the hell is this?" Charlie yelled, putting his hands on his hips. "I want to see my daughter now!"
"Charlie I can assure you that Bella is okay. And I understand that you want to see her, but I just need to speak with you first."
"This is bullshit," he turned to Carlisle but he had already walked out and closed the door.
"Sit," I nodded to the chair across from me.
He huffed, completely surprised that I was telling him what to do, but eventually sat down. "What could you possibly have to say to me?"
I took a deep breath and started talking. "I think you're stubborn. I think you're a coward."
Charlie laughed and started to get up.
"Sit down. I'm not finished," I said sternly. He hesitated for a moment, but sat back down. "You were right. Bella is messed up. But so are you. And so am I. Charlie I'm so unbelievably fucked up, you have no idea. And now the person that we both loved the most, more than anything in this world is laying in a hospital." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "I mean…do you have any idea what could have happened? I do, because I've been dreading this since you walked through my door that day. It's plagued my mind, made me paranoid as all hell. But I still didn't do anything because I was scared of you." I laughed under my breath. "But I'm done Charlie. I'm done waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass and see what's right in front of you. Your daughter is dying. She's slowly killing herself. Are you really so fucking blind that you can't see that?" I shook my head and stood up. "So I've done it your way, but we're doing it my way now. Because your way sucks. I'm not asking for my job back, but I'm telling you I'm going to be with her, if she'll still have me. And if you don't like it that's just too fucking bad." I walked out the door, leaving Charlie to digest everything.
"Oh good. You two didn't kill each other," Carlisle said as I walked back to Bella's room. I sat down beside her and took her hand. I expected Charlie to burst in a minute later and tell me to leave, but he didn't. I eventually heard him coming down the hallway, his footsteps slow but deliberate. He pulled back the curtain and didn't seem surprised to see me there.
"I'll give you a minute." I stood up and started walking out but he grabbed my shoulder. I finally looked at his face and saw that his eyes were red and puffy. He'd been crying.
"Wait I need to…say something," he sighed. "Thank you. You….you were right." I knew that was like the Holy Grail coming out of his mouth. I don't think I'd ever heard those words from him before. "I'm…I'm going to make an effort alright? Just please, don't flaunt it in front of me. And if I ever walk in on what I walked in on before I will kick your ass. I know you love her Edward, I was just…"
"Being a dad. And an overprotective asshole."
"Yeah." His face turned serious. "And one more thing, don't ever talk to me like that again." He pointed his finger at me and turned around to go sit next to her.
"Yes sir."
I headed down to the cafeteria to get myself and Charlie some coffee. I was hoping she'd be awake soon. I was going to tell her everything. Maybe not right away, but soon. I was going to tell her about my fears and the threats and about Charlie, whether or not it was true or not. She needed to know. I needed her to understand. It didn't excuse how I acted but it sure as hell explains it. But I'm done using all that shit as a crutch. I'm done with it.
I moseyed back towards Bella's room, completely freezing outside her curtain when I heard her voice.
"I'm fine Dad," she said softly.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Are you cold?" Charlie asked. I smiled a little only imagining that she was rolling her eyes at him.
"I guess I'm a little thirsty."
"Okay I'll be right back." Charlie quickly ducked out of the area, almost knocking into me. "She's awake," he smiled.
I nodded and hesitated before I stepped inside. She was sitting up in her bed, her eyes focused on the Cops episode on the television.
"I've seen this one," I said softly.
Her head snapped towards me and she started fidgeting nervously with her blanket. I sat down in Charlie's chair and watched her as she diverted her eyes down to the bed. She could feel my eyes on her and tried desperately to avoid looking at me. I could see the fight with herself plainly on her face.
"It's okay Bella you can look at me."
"No I can't."
"Why not?"
"Why are you here Edward?"
I cocked my head to the side. "What do you mean why am I here?"
"I mean…I mean thanks for checking on me, but you can go. I'm okay now." She looked back up at the television and my brow furrowed in confusion.
"You don't…want me here?"
She shook her head. "It's just…"
Charlie snuck inside, interrupting her as I sat paralyzed. She didn't want me here. I guess I'd thought about the possibility that she wouldn't want me but I never dreamed it'd happen. I kept my eyes fixed on her as Charlie handed her a glass of water.
"Um…I'm going to go," I said softly. I stood up and handed Charlie his coffee.
"Can you do me a favor?" He cleared his throat and took a step towards me. "Can you go to the house, get some clothes and some things for her? I think she'd rather have you do it than me or Riley."
"I'm not really sure Riley would let me in," I said, my voice completely flat. "Maybe he should just do it." I was really trying to avoid it. She obviously didn't want me here; I doubt she wanted me going through her things. It didn't mean I was giving up, but I wasn't going to push her now. Not now.
"I'll call him and let him know you're coming. Thanks Edward."
I sighed and walked out. I drove slowly to Bella's house, trying to drag out the process. I sat outside the gate for five minutes before I pressed the button.
"Swan Residence?" Riley's voice echoed.
"It's Edward."
"I'll buzz you in."
The loud sound rang out as the gate slowly inched open and I drove inside. I parked the car and swung my keys around nervously in my hands as I walked up the stairs. I didn't know if I should knock or just go in, but Riley opened the door before I could make a decision.
"Come in." He held open the door and I stepped inside.
"Thanks. I just need to pick up a few things for Bella."
His face contorted for a quick moment before he composed himself, but I'd definitely seen something. Almost like he was pissed about something. I don't know if it was my confrontation with Charlie making me brave, but I took a step towards him.
"Just curious, where the hell were you at tonight while she was almost drinking herself to death?"
"She snuck away from me at the grocery store, what was I supposed to do about it?" His face was cold, unfeeling. Like he didn't even care about Bella really. There was something behind the façade but it wasn't something that had anything to do with her.
"You were supposed to go after her. You were supposed to call every fucker in town asking if they knew anything. You were supposed to go to every house….check every place she could be. I made your mistake once, but she didn't end up in the fucking hospital."
He took step towards me. We were so close now that my chest bumped against his. If he thought he scared me he was in for a surprise.
"You better watch yourself kid."
"Or what?" I laughed. "You going to beat me up?" I started up the stairs towards Bella's room. "Something's going on man. I don't trust you." I pushed Bella's door open. "And I'm going to find out what you're hiding so you better watch yourself."
Bella
When I turned thirteen, I got a call from my grandmother asking if I felt any different. When I talked to my dad after my first day of high school he asked me the same thing. Both times the answer was no. I was never one of those people to wake up one day and say "Yeah I feel different." But when I woke up in that hospital bed I felt different. Older. Sick of the games I was playing. It was strange to think that it hit me like that, but it did. I opened my eyes and was cascaded by an ocean of white. White walls, white curtains, white blankets, white chairs. I knew exactly where I was even though I had no idea how I got here. And it scared the shit out of me.
I remembered seeing Edward at the store. I remembered Tanya. I remembered sneaking out on Riley. And I remembered my run in with Edward later. It made me sick to my stomach to think about it. How could I be so stupid?
"Bells?" Charlie said, as he leaned over my bed.
"Am I grounded?" I asked.
"Yes." He nodded. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," I sighed and tried to run my fingers through my hair. My hand was painfully pulled back down towards the bed and I realized I had an I.V. plugged into my skin. "I'm sorry Dad."
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Are you cold?" He asked. Almost on cue my dry throat started screaming at me.
"I guess I'm a little thirsty," I admitted.
"Okay I'll be right back." He disappeared out into the hallway. I looked around for a minute before flipping on the television.
"I've seen this one," Edward said, stepping inside and taking a sip from his coffee.
I didn't understand why he was here. I doubt Charlie called him. Maybe Carlisle? I was still furious at him completely unable to even look in his direction. I was embarrassed that it'd come to this. I didn't know why I cared what he thought but I did. I was sick of being the kid he was always looking after. It was an old routine.
He asked me why I wouldn't look at him and as soon as I did I knew why he was here. I saw the guilt all over his face. He thought it was his fault I was in here. And I couldn't bear to inconvenience him just because he felt bad. It just made me feel awkward.
"You don't…want me here?"
I sighed and shook my head. I wanted him here. I was still in love with him and I wanted nothing more than to feel his arms around me again. But not like this. "It's just…"
Charlie stepped through the curtain and interrupted me. Edward quickly excused himself, mumbling something about leaving. I missed him as soon as he left but I was fighting it. Missing him was just setting myself up for more hurt. I wasn't going to put myself through that when he didn't want to be with me.
An hour later Charlie brought me in some fresh clothes and my toothbrush. I guess Riley must have brought them up. It made me a little uncomfortable that he was going through all my stuff, but was still thankful that I could brush my teeth. My mouth tasted like vomit and pretzels.
I was discharged by dinnertime and back at home. Charlie forced me right up to bed and insisted that he wait on me hand and foot. He brought me up dinner. And he brought me up breakfast the next morning, and lunch, and dinner. He refused to let up for three whole days and by the time he would let me even walk to the bathroom by myself I was going insane.
"Dad, can you just…." I sighed as I opened the bathroom door to find him standing outside.
"Sorry honey I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine. Do I have permission to go downstairs today?"
"I was actually coming to get you. There's something downstairs for you." He cleared his throat.
I shuffled towards the stairs, weak from lying around all the fucking time. I started down the stairs and was suddenly bombarded by the smell of flowers. The foyer was completely full of them. At least ten bouquets, all in vases on the table or on the floor.
I slowly walked down the stairs, holding tightly onto the railing as I descended. I reached the bottom and leaned over the first bouquet. There was a small card sticking out from the middle with the words "I'm sorry" written plainly in the middle. Nothing less, nothing more, not even a name. I moved through all the bouquets and they all said the same thing. I'm sorry.
"Dad who sent these?" I pulled another card from a bouquet.
"I did," Edward said. I turned around as he stepped in from the living room holding another bouquet. "These are for you." He handed me the flowers.
"Thank you," I said softly.
"I'll put these in water." Charlie reached out for the flowers and took them into the kitchen.
"Um…would you…would you want to go for a walk with me?" Edward ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes, almost as if he was expecting rejection. Thankfully for him the part of me that was still in love with him couldn't say no.
"Sure," I whispered, peeking at my dad for approval.
"Go," he nodded. I didn't really expect him to let Edward in the house, let alone let me go out for a walk with him.
Edward walked to the door and held it open for me. I hesitantly stepped through and waited for him at the bottom of the stairs. He and Charlie were whispering quietly to each other and I strained to hear.
"I think she deserves to know Charlie…" Edward whispered.
"Fine," he shrugged and closed the door.
Edward sighed and stepped down to meet me, offering a smile. I started to walk down the driveway, thinking he wanted to walk down the non-existent quasi neighborhood I lived in.
"Actually I was thinking this way," he nodded towards the back of the house. Was he really taking me back to the meadow? Why would he do that? To torture me?
I nodded and followed him to our backyard. Edward glared at Riley's house as we passed and I didn't understand why, I mean besides the obvious.
We silently walked through the woods. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say, if anything. I tripped over a tree trunk and he caught me, setting me back up without a word.
We eventually reached the meadow and Edward slowed his walk until he was completely stopped. He just stood there with his hands in his pockets while I was going crazy inside.
"Edward if you have something to say just say it!" I sighed. "I'm sorry but all your silent cryptic shit is driving me nuts."
"Sorry," he smiled. "Do you want to sit down?" He didn't wait for my response as he lowered himself down onto the grass. I contemplated running back to the house and never looking back, but found myself suddenly on the ground beside him. I angled myself away from him just in case I needed to escape.
"Can you turn towards me please? This is important." He put his hands on my knees and turned my body towards him. I fidgeted anxiously and tried to avoid looking at him. "Up here." He grabbed my chin, tilting it up. And suddenly I was done fighting.
"Okay," I mumbled.
"I've been talking to Charlie about this….and he honestly wasn't sure if we should tell you because he didn't want to…scare you. But I think you deserve to know."
"Okay," I said, a little apprehensive.
"It's about the other night…when you…you know."
Did he tell Charlie about what happened between us? I held my breath as he waited.
"Bella Jake said that he found some…white powder in the room with you. Do you remember that?"
I thought back and vaguely remembered my moment. I shuddered and shook the thought away. "Yes," I said softly.
"Okay do you remember what happened next?"
"I think I destroyed Jessica's dad's table and then assaulted a pillow. Then nothing…" As soon as the words slipped out, a series of images flashed through my head. A dark shadow above me, someone pulling at my clothes…heavy weight on top of me. "Oh God…" A sob ripped out from my chest as I gasped for air. And then suddenly his arms were around me, warm and comforting. He pulled me onto his lap and I found myself clinging to him with no shame, no apprehension.
"It's okay," he whispered in my ear, running his hands up and down my back. "Bella he didn't…"
I tried to comprehend the words he was saying, but all I could feel was this intense fear throughout my whole body. I felt dirty. Unclean. Tainted. Like I needed to take a shower.
"Bella…" Edward said again. He pulled back from me and held my face in his hands. "He didn't." He forced my eyes to his as he repeated himself. "He didn't."
"He didn't?" I sniffled.
"No. They checked you out at the hospital."
I felt all the air rush out of my lungs as I collapsed forward, pressing my forehead into his. I knew this wasn't going to last, but it felt good while I had it. I told myself I wouldn't let it get like this again, but it was inevitable. We were an unstoppable force.
His hands ran down my neck and back up to my jaw as he leaned back and kissed my forehead. His lips grazed down my cheek, making a soft trail to my lips.
"Edward what are you doing?" I mumbled against his lips. "Stop!"
He pulled back immediately. "Why not?"
"I don't understand."
"Didn't you read my cards?"
"Well yeah. I accept your apology."
He sighed and looked up at the sky. "You didn't read the back."
"The back?"
"I didn't have time to put the last one in before you came downstairs." He lifted us up a little and reached into his back pocket, producing another card that looked just like the other ones. I turned it over and tried to understand the letters on the back. Ich liebe dich.
"What does this mean?"
"It means…I love you. In German."
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I reached in my own pocket and pulled out all the cards from earlier. Je t'aime. Ti amo. Ya tyebya lyublyu. Ik hou van je.
"Is that what all these mean?" I asked, fishing through the rest of them.
"Yes. I wanted to get the point across."
"But I…" I shook my head. "I didn't think you wanted me anymore?" A runaway tear slipped down my cheek. "You didn't love me…"
"I always loved you Bella. Always." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to mine again. "I know we both fucked up. Big time. But I'm ready now. I want to tell you everything. I don't want to keep anything from you and this is the first thing I wanted to tell you." He looked up at me. "I've been an absolute mess without you. If you'll have me, I want to be with you. And I love you."
"You do?"
I threw my arms around him as he nodded and buried my face in his neck. I missed his smell. I missed the way he tasted. I missed hearing his voice. I missed everything.
I pulled back and ran my fingers over his lips. "Tell me. Tell me everything, I want to know…I want to know it all," I smiled.
"Okay but I think we better go back to the house first because we're about to get rained on." He glanced up at the sky and I noticed the dark clouds starting to creep over us.
I stood up and pulled him with me, never letting go of his hand. We tried to make it back to the house before it started, but got caught in the downpour about halfway back.
We finally made it back to the house, completely drenched from head to toe. I stepped inside and was met with an unusually quiet house.
"Where is everyone?" I asked.
"I asked Charlie if he'd give us a little privacy to work out some things."
"Since when are you and Charlie so friendly?"
"We're not. We just have an understanding I guess."
"What kind of understanding?"
"That I wasn't going anywhere."
We both changed into some dry clothes, I borrowed some of Charlie's for Edward. I grabbed a comb to brush out my hair and started back downstairs. Edward was starting a fire, pushing the embers around with a long poker.
I sat down on the couch and waited for him to join me. He grabbed a blanket and laid it over my body before sitting down beside me. He reached for my foot and started massaging it up and down.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"A lot better now. So what did you want to tell me?"
He smiled and watched me for a few moments, in no hurry to do anything.
"Um…Just before I start can you promise to just let me finish before you say anything? This is kind of a big thing for me. And some of it's going to be hard. Okay?"
I nodded.
"I wanted to…explain why I acted the way I did. It had nothing to do with you Bella. You did nothing wrong. And that's what made it so damn hard." He shook his head and kept rubbing my foot. "I know you knew about all my fear and shit, but you had no idea how intense it was. Like anything you thought it was, times that by a thousand." I felt my heart sink with each word. "I hate admitting it but it ruled my fucking life. And at the time it held more power over me than my love for you." He turned and reached for his cell phone. "And at first it was all these little things that put me on edge. And then it was just like…bam. This thing hit me so hard it completely paralyzed me and that's when everything spun out of control. I never wanted to break up with you that day, I was just having a hard time and I had no idea how to deal with it."
"What was it?" I whispered, unable to hold it in any longer.
He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Sorry." I shrugged.
"I drove out to La Push one night after we'd had a fight, talked to Jacob. He put everything in perspective for me. And then on the way home I got this." He held out his phone and I read the screen, my stomach sinking with each line.
"Who sent this?" I whispered.
"I don't know. Emmett has guys working on it. I guess it can take awhile."
I swallowed hard and nodded.
"So I went to Charlie's office to tell him about it and…I saw my commanding officer Bella. He was there at Charlie's office. And I had no plausible explanation for it. After all of Charlie's threats my head immediately went to the worst possible explanation."
"Was he blackmailing you?" I snapped. He shook his head. "Was he?"
"I think I just jumped to conclusions, but I literally…could not breathe. I collapsed outside your dad's office, I think I almost gave Rita a heart attack."
I gently pulled my foot away from him and scooted closer, placing my hand on his chest. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was scared." His eyes stared directly into mine, showing no signs of wavering or indecision. "I'm not scared anymore."
"Good. Because I need you."
"I need you too." He kissed my forehead.
I sighed and pulled myself towards him so I could lie down on his chest. I'd been without his touch for so long I just needed to be close to him. And after everything we'd just aired out I felt closer to him than I ever had before. Sure we still had shit to work out. He was still fucked up, and I knew I sure as shit was still fucked up. But he loved me. And that was worth everything.
A/N: So many things happening! Edward is finally getting suspicious about Riley. I know a lot of you are. Just so you know we will eventually find out who snuck into the room with Bella, and Edward will eventually find out who sent the text message. Could they possibly be the same person? ; ) P.S. who thought Edward standing up to Charlie was hot as hell? Yes please!
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