Hey everyone I know it's been a while since my last update and I am really really sorry, but I hope this chapter makes up for it. This is a bit of a emotions chapter and is shorter than normal, but my beta was amazing and added so much to this that I'm going to say she was my co-writer so give a shout-out to Flamepelt3377 if you review. Thanks Flamepelt you are the most amazing beta I could ask for. So I hope you enjoy the chapter.

"Edward!"

I shot straight up in bed when I heard this. My angel was screaming and thrashing in her sleep.

"No, stop!" she yelled again as she threw her arm at the headboard.

"Shh…Bella," I whispered in her ear, trying to calm her down. "Bella." I grabbed her around the waist trying to comfort her as I spoke, but it wasn't working.

"Edward!" she yelled again, even louder than before.

"Bella, I'm right here," I said, but still got nothing. I grabbed her arms and held them above her head and straddled her thighs so she wouldn't hurt herself.

She began to tremor throughout her entire body, and it was crushing me. I couldn't comfort the only person who loved me, and she was scared of me now. "Bella. Wake up." I told her firmly.

To my relief, she stopped trembling, but still looked terrified.

"Bella," I whispered before I kissed her forehead, cheeks, and then her lips. I wasn't expecting a response, but I needed something to calm her down. She responded slowly at first, but soon she was responding like she did back at the cabin.

"Edward," she sighed, and that single moment made all the pain go away, just to know she was still mine. I noticed how her breathing was still ragged so I got off our bed.

"Hold on," I told her. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass and filled it with water. I walked back to our room and handed the glass to her.

"Thank you," she muttered and took a long drink. She set the glass down on the side table and licked her lips.

"Bella," I sighed. I started trailing kissed down her neck and noticed a large red mark. My eyes widened and she tensed up. I stroked the mark with my finger.

"Ow," she whimpered. "What's that?"

I pulled her tight against my chest and positioned her on my lap. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Edward, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Bella, you don't know?" Light sobs started ripping through my chest for two things: because she was terrified of my touch when she wasn't conscious, and she was hurt by that man. I hated to think of him touching her, kissing her, even looking at her. He needed to die.

"What?" She looked at me with her doe-like eyes wide.

"He bit you." She looked confused for a second then she shot straight up and ran to the bathroom.

"Oh crap!" I heard her yell. I noticed the anger and the fear all smashed in to those two words. She walked out and sat back down on my lap. "I have to hide that from Charlie, he can't know about this," she said as she he pointed to the mark on her neck.

"I agree, but you are definitely not as fine as you say you are." I paused and she opened her mouth. "Bella, just listen for a second." She stopped trying to speak and looked at me. "You were thrashing and screaming- and then you wouldn't calm down." Sobs were beginning to rack my chest again, thinking of everything that has happened lately. "You thought I was him."

"How could I ever think you were him? I love you more than anything!" She looked at me, her eyes filled with confusion.

"I know that, but when you were sleeping your subconscious takes over, and it is still frightened by me touching you." I remember reading about cases like Bella's in my dad's psychology notes.

"Edward, I don't think I was frightened by you. I think it may just be stress and me reliving it in my subconscious." She was in denial; I could tell she was making up a reason to comfort herself.

"Bella, I read a million cases like this in my dad's notes; it's a common case of Post Anxiety Stress Disorder. You just are not scared while you are awake but while you are asleep." She seemed to understand but the understanding was mired with another emotion.

"You think I have a mental disorder," she accused to me. I felt my eyebrows raise in shock.

"Bella mental disorders and stress disorders are not the same thing." I stated trying to calm her down.

"Yeah. But they are still a disorder! You, Edward Anthony Cullen, the school emo who has been sent to be treated for depression twice before his sixteenth birthday, think I have a disorder." She was laughing slightly, but she still seemed angry.

The words she said hurt more than she knew, so instead I laughed.

"Bella, I was only sent once, but I was diagnosed twice." I chuckled and she stopped laughing. "And no, you don't have the disorder." She calmed down. But she does show symptoms, I thought to myself.

"Thank you." She crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. "Now what time is it?" she asked looking to find a clock.

"About four thirty," I said looking at my wrist watch. She smiled and walked towards the bathroom. I heard the water turn on, and I knew she was going to take a shower.

"Edward?" I heard her say wearily a few moments later.

"Yes?" I stood up and walked towards the door.

"Can you come here?" I opened the door to see her standing still and looking in the mirror, her body covered in small purple bruises. Many on her arms, legs, and stomach. My sight started to get fuzzy and I walked out of the room, away from her sight. I can't believe him! He hurt her mentally, emotionally, and physically- he needs to pay for doing this to her.

"Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"What was the douche's name?"

"Marcus." She responded but I heard her voice waver.

"Okay, thanks."

I walked out to the living room and felt my anger constantly growing. I had to get rid of my pent up anger, so I turned to the wall and punched it with all my might, which left a hole in the wall.

I rolled my eyes at my stupidity and got my cell phone out. I dialed Jasper's number and waited for him to pick up. "Hello…?" A very groggy and half-asleep Jasper asked.

"Jasper, what did the guy who attacked Bella look like?" I asked.

"Edward? Why are you calling me at 5 in the frickin' morning?"

"Not important. Jasper, what did the guy who attacked Bella look like?" I asked again, a little annoyed.

"Uhh…short black hair, probably about 6 feet tall, around 180 pounds and about 25 I think."

"Okay, thanks Jasper."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Oh, and Jazz? Tell Alice that Bella is already up so she can come over whenever her heart desires."

"How did you know Alice would be up already?" he asked in a confused, should-I- be-scared? sort of way.

"She's my little sister, and she has to get up at 4:45 exactly so she can pick the perfect outfit, perfect shoes, matching purse, do her hair and makeup, and be ready to help Rose and Bella, too." Jasper was silent for a while.

"Oh, okay, bye Edward." He hung up his phone.

Next I will call Emmett, who I knew for fact would be up.

"Hello," Emmett answered in his annoyed voice.

"Hey, Em, what's up?" I asked trying to get him in a better mood.

"Well, you just interrupted my workout for the day."

"Sorry Emmett, now what did Bella's attacker look like?"

"Black hair short, extremely pale, about 178 pounds." Emmett knew weight when he has to lift something, he's almost as accurate as a scale. "Hazelish eyes, little under six foot tall, and I'd put him at around 26 for an age." He stopped for a moment. "Why?"

I wandered into the kitchen and sat on a bar stool.

"Because, Bella woke up screaming and thrashing when I touched her this morning." He was quiet. "She also has bruises all over her and he left a serious mark on her neck."

"I'll be right over." I heard the phone click and knew this could not end well.

"Edward?" I heard Bella call from the living room.

"Yes, love?" I asked her in my sweetest voice.

She walked into the kitchen and pointed to the living room. "Do you mind telling me what happened to our wall?"

Well?!? wasn't it good she is such an awesome beta right? Please review and give her a shout out, or you will have to wait longer for the next chapter. ( that's evil isn't it) Well I'm going to go and start working on my next chapter. Bye-Bye ZANDER