AN: Happy almost New Years. I'm going to Seattle with my family so this is my last update of 2010! I just finished it, so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, other than a few characters...:)

After about another hour, I left the Carters' and drove to the Cullens' in Edward's volvo. Well at least I tried to drive to the Cullens'. I was driving down the road-a flat one, no less-when the car started acting up.

"What the hell?" I said, staring at the Volvo's windshield.

I pressed the gas pedal harder and harder. It didn't get any better. I groaned. The car wasn't going to go any faster than ten miles per hour. I pressed down harder again, and still nothing. I took an annoyed breath in and stepped on it, full throttle. The car made a squeaking noise.

Edward's perfect car was not working. It was really really pissing me off. How many times has Rosalie worked on it? Maybe she wasn't so perfect after all.

I was pondering these thoughts, aimlessly, when another car behind me, started tailgating me. It didn't seem to recognize that I couldn't go any faster no matter how much I tried. It started to speed up behind me. I still couldn't go any faster.

The car behind was really scaring me. It started to speed up again, trailing closer and closer to Edward's bumper. I completely freaked out. I started jumping on the pedal, practically. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" I screamed, stomping on the pedal with every once of strength I had.

Without a warning my car jerked forward. Hard. Then it slammed harder. And harder. And even harder. The whole Volvo was shaking, forward and back, hurting my neck and giving me whiplash in such a way it could only mean one thing. I had just been hit.

And it wasn't an accident.

I screamed, a blood curtailing shriek, that wasn't able to be control. I felt my eyes fill up as every once of fiber in my body tried to push away the memory it triggered.

By the time I looked back to see who had hit me, they were gone. I was the only other car on the road so it was like there were any witnesses. I opened my door, wondering silently if I'd imagined the whole thing.

But the bumper was destroyed.

Six times. It had been hit, six different times, all over the bumper. I reached out to touch it, jerking my hand away, feeling the heat radiating off it. I looked around for anyone. A pedestrian, just happening by. A friendly car. Maybe the hit and run driver. But nobody was anywhere close to me.

I walked around to the front of the car, sobbing and frightened. And I knew why. My memory was shouting out to me, of the last time I'd been in a car accident. Not counting the time with Tyler's van. And suddenly I was there.

I was in the passenger seat, driving away from the ice cream shop Renee worked at when I was little. Nate was driving Summer's car, or at least her old one, the one she didn't need anymore. I was blasting the radio to 94.5. Overprotected by Britney Spears came on. Novalee made a baby noise. It was a happy one so I kept it here.

"Turn off that shit, Isabel."

"Don't swear in front of your daughter, Nathann." I scolded, though Novalee didn't mind. She was still beaming in a way only a baby could, I knew even though I wasn't looking at her.

He snorted. "You do it all the time, babe." Nate said, rolling his eyes.

"Two wrongs don't make a right."

"Only it's not wrong when you do it."

"What's wrong with you? You sitting on your dick or something?"

"Oh yeah, Princess, that's so much better to say in front of our baby." Nate rolled his eyes.

"Better than half the shit you say." I exclaimed.

"There you go again!"

"Shut up!" I yelled, causing Novalee to cry.

Nate didn't notice his daughter. "Wow, didn't know your periods could came back so quickly after having a kid!"

"If you could remember your daughter's birthday, it was a month ago!"

"So!"

"Periods do come back that quickly, dumbass!"

"What have you been reading! Picture books!"

"At least I can read!"

"Oh please, Novalee is so gonna pass your IQ before she even goes to Kindergarden!"

"My daughter is already smarter than you!"

"Oh, so that's how it is! The second we fight, she's only your daughter!"

"When her father is being a retard, then yes!" I yelled. Novalee's yelling suddenly overpowered Nate and me. "See, look what you're done." I grumbled at Nate, before turning around in my seat to look at my baby.

"The only thing I did was you." Nate said, speeding up.

"Nova, it okay, baby. Daddy's just a jackass." I comforted, reaching out my hand. Her tiny hands wrapped around her fingers, putting them into her mouth.

"I'm sorry, doll. Mommy's on her period so she's just a tad bitchy right now." Nate said to Novalee. "Please excuse her, she's fussier than you." I leaned over and slapped his arm.

"Ouch!" He yelled, waving his arm in the air.

"Don't corrupt her."

"What do you think you were doing?"

"Pull over, Nate." I said, changing the subject.

"Why?"

"Because I need to feed her," I said, unzipping my jacket.

"In the car?"

"No, on the street corner!"

"Make sure to leave a tip jar."

"NATE!" My yell was louder than my daughters but not by much. She got mommy's volume!

"So your just gonna feed her in the car? Can't you wait for a rest stop or better yet, your house?"

"Jesus, Nate, like you've never seen my boobs before! You got me pregnant for God's sake!"

"Not so you could feed my daughter in the car, like white trash!"

"We are white trash!"

"We don't smell," Nate said. "I wouldn't have gotten you pregnant if you did"

"We've had sex after I got pregnant, Nate."

"Guess it's a good thing you don't smell."

I sighed. "Are you going to pull over?"

Nate paused. "These windows are not tinted, Princess."

"And?"

"What if someone sees you?"

"Then they see my tits."

"And you don't care?" Nate looked grossed out.

"Nah, Nate. You know me. I'm so proud of my double D milk filled prego tits, I'm going to feed Novalee on hood of the car!" I exclaimed.

Nate rolled his eyes. "Well, now I'm really not pulling over."

I shoved the memory away, fast as it came, before I could get to the hard part. I picked up my phone, from wherever it was lying and dialed Nate's number without thinking.

"Hello?" His voice rang

"Come get me." My voice was broken.

"What's wrong, boo?"

"Just come get me!" I yelled, sobs heaving from my chest.

"Be right there." The line disconnected.

I looked up at the sky, wanting to be a cloud or sunray or a star-

Star. The word stung just to think, knowing what it represented to me. I realized that sting was the tears in my eyes, falling faster now.

Like lightening striking, Nate's truck skid to a stop, right behind the Volvo. I just now realized I hadn't been near his truck in the whole time Nate had been in Forks. And to think there were so many fond memories in that car. Like the time it broke down on the freeway. Or the time it had an oil leak in the parking lot of Fred Meyers. Or the time Nate and me drove it through Millie's garage door. It's hard to believe Nate bought it new.

Okay, so I did have good memories of the car. Like the many times Nate and me had sex in the seats of the car. I'm surprised people still sit it in.

Nate was examining the damage of the back bumper. Then he saw me. He raced over to me, lifting me into his arms. "What happened?"

"Someone kept on tailgating me, and my gas pedal wasn't working and then the car behind me rear ended me six times." I said into his shoulder.

"Six times?"

"Yeah,"

"What an dick. Where'd they go?" Nate looked around.

"It was a hit and run."

"You wanna tell your dad?"

"No." I almost laughed at the idea.

"Do you want me to," Nate offered.

"Would you?" I asked.

"I'm not afraid." He taunted.

"Give me a ride to the Cullens'." I said, climbing into his car.

Nate climbed in and started the thing up. "You're just gonna leave your boyfriend's car here."

"I'll get his sister to pick it up." I said nonchalantly.

"Wow, nice sister. Mine would never come get my truck." He said starting it up.

"Probably 'cause they know what we've done in here."

"Or what they've done in here."

I jumped. "EW!" I squealed.

"Calm down, Princess."

"You better be kidding!" I exclaimed.

"I am."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"You swear?"

"I swear."

"On your life?"

"You got it, Baby B." I blanched at the dreaded nickname the guys insisted on calling me.

"On your mom's life?"

"On mommy's life."

"On your dad's life?"

"Sure, why not."

"On your sister's life?"

"Of course."

"On Aidenn's life?" No way I was gonna mention Ryann.

"Duh."

"On any of our friends' lives?" Besides Taylor.

"I swear to God."

"That's not good." I said, but didn't let him respond. "What about on Lucas' life?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"On Meme's life?"

"Yeah."

"On Elle's life?" I had the urge to ask.

"Undecided." He said, without thinking.

"On my grandparents' lives?"

"They're dead."

"That's mean!"

"Sorry." He tried to grab my hand. I shook him off. "Of course on your grandparents' lives."

"On Charlie's life?"

"I guess."

"On Renee's life?"

"Yeah."

"Chad's?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." He knew it was the answer I wanted.

"On my aunts or uncles lives?"

"Yeah."

I held my breath as I asked this one. "On Ryann's life?"

Nate didn't respond for a solid minute. "Not. A. Chance."

"What about Lauren."

"Sure."

"Angela."

"Yeah."

"Jessica."

"Okay."

"Mike."

"Whatever."

"Me."

"Nah."

I gaped at him. "Just for that." I rested my feet on his dashboard.

"Get your feet off my dash." He swatted at me.

"Nope."

"Bella-"

"Don't Bella me."

"Shorty." He gave me a look.

"What!"

"Put your feet down!"

"Make me." I taunted.

"Gladly." He reached for my legs.

"NATE!" I screamed, making him jump back to the steering wheel.

"What the hell, Princess!"

"Sorry. You weren't looking. I didn't want to get in an accident."

"Yeah it'd be hard to explain to the police how we got into two accidents today."

"Probably. Charlie will blame me for this anyway."

"Why?"

"Because he blames me for everything."

"Like what?"

"Getting pregnant."

"Seriously, Princess. I doubt he even believes it."

I was stunned, looking back at Nate. "Wait, what?"

"Your dad probably doesn't believe us when we say you got pregnant." Nate shrugged.

"You really think so?"

"Yeah." Nate nodded, "Now would you take your feet off my dashboard."

"Not a chance."

"Your legs don't even reach. You have to bend in some funky position with your back."

"Not true!"

"I don't call you Shorty for no reason."

"Now you just killed your chances of me taking my feet off your dashboard."

"Ha Ha."

"I'm serious."

"I can see up your dress, you know."

"I know that new for you."

Nate just laughed. I mumbled something intelligible to even me, at first.

"What?"

Then I realized what I had just asked.

"Would you swear on Novalee's life?"

"I would throw myself off a cliff with man eating sharks at the bottom for our little girl."

We didn't say anything after that but he knew I felt the same.

When we arrived at the Cullens' Edward wasn't anywhere to be seen, but by the time I opened the door to Nate's truck, he was in front of me.

"I'm sorry." I said, throwing myself at him. Edward caught me and lifted me up.

"Why, sweetheart?" His eyebrows pushed together.

"Because I got your car wrecked."

"Bella, that car can be replaced. How are you?" He searched my eyes, seeing the fear there.

Then we realized we weren't alone.

"How did you know she was rear ended?" Nate asked, walking over to us.

"She called me first." Edward lied smoothly.

"Why didn't you come get her?" Nate asked.

"He didn't have a car." I lied for him.

"Couldn't borrow one?" Nate motioned to the cars parked in the driveway.

"Does Summer or Julianna let you drive theirs?" I asked, coolly.

"Summer did once."

"Look how that turned out." I snapped.

Nate looked down. I bit my lip but didn't say anything.

"I'll see you guys at school," Nate said.

…

"A therapist?" Edward suggested, after I told him everything that had happened that day. I had wondered how to help myself control my grief.

"No!" My head, which was hanging downwards shot up. "Why the hell would I go to a therapist?"

"Because they're paid to help people with their grief…."

"I don't need no fuc-"

"It was a suggestion, Bella," Edward reminded me.

"And a really stupid one!"

"Are you feeling okay?" Edward asked, looking at me like I had three heads. I realized suddenly, this is how I talk to Nate, not Edward. Still…..it's really annoying to have to talk to two guys two different ways. It's like being two different people.

I'm starting to think this before Phoenix and Post Phoenix stuff is just based on my mood that day.

Still, it was really annoying.

"I am feeling fine, Edward." I said, separating my words and not meeting eye contact.

Edward sighed, turning over to face me, on the edge of his bed. "Tell me why you have such a problem with therapists?"

"I just do."

"That's not reason."

"It is to me."

"Bella….." Edward groaned. I looked at him, but didn't say anything. "Do you know how badly I want to be able to see inside your head?" He asked.

"Well you can't."

"Why are you so snappy today?"

"Why do you ask so many questions!"

"I always ask you a huge amount of questions." Edward said, almost like he didn't know me.

I groaned, throwing myself backwards onto the bed and covered my eyes with my hands. "Charlie," I mumbled.

"Charlie?" Edward sounded shocked he was brought into this conversation.

"He saw a therapist after my mom left him. He told me that last year after you left me."

"Oh." Edward said, his hand running through my fanned out hair. "You don't have to see the same one, sweetheart."

"I know that," I exclaimed, throwing myself back up. "I just don't want to see one at all."

"I know you don't right now-" I turned and looked at him.

"Can you just drop it?" I asked, without much feeling. He knew I wasn't asking, I was telling.

He wasn't dropping it either.

"In my entire existence, I've learned the one of the few way to get over a trauma is to talk about it." Edward explained. "You wont talk to me, or Alice-"

"I talk to Nate." I said, quickly, only to realize a second later I probably shouldn't have.

Edward and me sat in silence for a long time, not facing each other. Finally he quietly said, "Go."

"Go?" I said, turning towards him.

"If you talking to Nate helps you, then go, find him. Because Bella there's only so much I can do!" Edward stood up and started to walk away.

"No, wait!" I yelled, jumping up as well.

I hadn't realized up to this point, Edward felt helpless around me. I was shutting him out, despite everything else.

But I loved him. That counted for something, right? In the back of my mind, I caught myself thinking what I had said to Nate earlier.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" I had shouted.

But then I remembered what else I had said, nearly after that.

"I love Edward."

If the situation were reversed, would I have to clarify my love for Nate, to Edward?

I didn't know.

Edward had been staring at me all this time. "I'm sorry." I started. "I'm sorry I'm so hard to deal with."

Edward brought one hand up to his face, "You're not hard to deal with, Bella. You're hard to read."

"I don't try to be, I just am. I talk to Nate because Nate was there, he understands." I felt weird. Like I was selling Nate out to Edward. But if I said something like, 'Nate gets me and how I feel.' I would feel like I was acting like I liked Nate more than Edward. And I didn't. I just didn't know if I liked Edward more than Nate.

I sighed, looking back up at Edward. One thing was still clear to me though.

I loved him.

Edward and me must have been thinking the same thing because he opened his arms as soon as I got ready to run into them.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me to his level. "I love you."

"I love you too, Isabella. I love you too."

I wouldn't lose him.

But I wouldn't lose Nate either.

…

Over an hour later, I was lying on Edward's bed, in a Victoria Secret tank top and cropped yoga pants. Not particularly slutty but comfortable.

Edward and me spent the last hour talking over everything. We promised that if I opened up to him more, he'd stop bugging me so much about my past. Then we just talk about the car accident today and other, light topics.

Emmett came up five minutes ago, challenging Edward to a wrestling match, with Jasper in tow, who planned on taking on the winner. Edward didn't want to go, but I all but insisted he did. If I was going to ditch him to hang out with my friends (loose name for Nate, I know) then he could ditch me to play with his brothers.

I was content to just lying across Edward's bed, but his sister had other plans.

"Bella," she tugged on my arm. "Come on, I'm giving you a make over."

"Noooo." I whined. "I don't want one."

"Come on, Bella! Don't ruin my fun!"

"You're ruining mine."

"Bella, I have no memories of being a little girl, playing with Barbies. You do. Please have mercy on the less fortunate." She said, in a extra little voice, just to add to my sympathy.

"Wow, Alice…..No!" I really know how to beat around the bush.

"Bella, please!" She yelled back.

"No!"

"Come on!"

"God, Alice! All you need now is to stomp your foot!"

"I'll stomp it extra hard and knock you out of that damn bed."

"Don't make me come over there, you little short ass bit-"

At the moment Edward walked into his room. "You guys, we don't need fighting, okay."

"What were you just doing outside, sweetheart?" I asked unsweetly, with attitude.

"Real fighting." He clarified.

"Whatever." I mumbled in Alice's direction, as I pulled Edward down next to me and leaned against his arm.

"Bella-"

"What!"

"Calm. The. Hell. Down." Alice said, separated.

I looked at Edward. "What's her problem?" I asked him. The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Bella, you're always angry, nowadays." Alice pointed out.

"So!"

"Bella-"

"I lost a kid, Alice. I know you don't have a maternal bone in your body but the least you could do is respect mine." I would have stood up but Edward had his arm around my waist. Alice mumbled something at vampire speed. "What was that?"

"I said, You. Are. Resting. On. It."

"Don't talk to me like a mental patient. I did lose my kid." I stood up, Edward letting go of his hold. I got right up in her face. "I lost her, tragically. I didn't even get to say goodbye." It took me a minute to continue, when I was sure that my voice wouldn't break. "I don't need you policing my feelings and my emotions. You have no right to tell me I am resting on my baby's death because, guess what? Resting on it, is when I try to get free lunch because of it or to get better grade because of it, then you can say I am resting on it, but no other time, Alice. And if you had a brain cell left after your ninety years on earth, then maybe you'd know that too!"

"Angel-" I held up my hand, abruptly cutting Edward off.

"Edward, I'm fine. Go and spend time with your brothers. I'll be okay." I said. He looked at me hesitantly. "Go," I mouthed, then smiled as best I could.

He walked out backwards, keeping eye contact until he was gone.

After he was gone, but definitely not out of earshot I spoke back to Alice. "Listen, my life is hard enough. I don't need you making it any harder." I shoved past her.

"Bella, I don't know how we went from fighting over a make over to you telling me how hard you have it." Alice followed me.

"You're the one who said I was resting on my baby's death."

"You sure seem like it, sometimes."

"And what do you rest on, being a spoiled little bitch!"

I didn't have to look at her face to know I had hurt her. I knew it. But she had hurt me. So I couldn't regret my words. But I had to get away from her before I said something I did regret.

I slammed the bathroom door, and pivoted, looking at myself in the mirror. I had already fixed my make up and pulled my hair into a side ponytail, when I changed before. For a moment, I want to reach out and touch my reflection.

I felt so different on the inside but on the out?… On the outside, I did look almost identical to before.

February 3rd, 2005

I looked at my slightly wavy medium brown thick long hair that was only a shade darker than my eyes, totally sun bleached, my porcelain skin, my perfect pinkish red stained lips, my big chocolately brown eyes, highlighted by my pale peach eye shadow, thin black eyeliner and bold mascara.

Across the bathroom counter, just under the mirror was mine and Renee's hair products and perfume and spilled open make up bags. Being in the bathroom, you could just smell Hollister and Anchor Blue perfume, along with whatever cologne her last boyfriend was wearing.

Across the giant mirror, in Renee's cheap red lipstick, was LOOKS TO KILL. Ryann had come over to drop Nate off and needed to use the bathroom. He wrote that on the mirror while in here. Renee thought it was hilarious. I fought a smile at the familiar nickname. Looks to Kill.

I took a step back and looked in the mirror, admiring my whole body now. I knew what Looks to Kill meant and why Ryann called me that. I had the body guys dreamed of doing. I knew it. It leaked out in every action, every word, everywhere. To be fair, I kinda provoked it sometimes, only after so many guys made comments. I glanced down at my body, clad in only a white push up bra and tight low-rise jeans, my tan stomach and pierced belly button, completely exposed.

Good thing Renee was gone with her friends, to drink the night away. She probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I was so used to it, I practically expected it now. I smiled to myself in the mirror, reminding myself why guys paid attention to me.

I was nothing more than a trophy thought, a hot girl they'd wish to sleep with but never want anything else from. Other than my friends, I hated every single guy on this planet. They all undressed me in their minds, made sexual innuendos to me, smiled at me.

And as for girls, most of them wished to be me. And the rest wanted me to disappear. I'm sure they all had their own fantasy for me too, only these daydreams were of me skipping of town, shoved off cliffs, just being gone, no matter what way. In some way-okay a lot of ways-I liked this better than some of the guys thoughts.

But it didn't matter. I had to deal with all them, people who hated me, who expected something from me, who were attracted to me. It didn't matter. I was expected to be perfect. Nobody gave me a day off.

It was hard to believe I was that little girl. The one who only wanted to go to parties, and have a boyfriend, fall in love and get married and then just leave the whole world all together. Okay, so maybe a lot of 8th grade girls had that dream, so maybe I wasn't so abnormal. But I felt like it.

I glanced back in the mirror, wondering if anything like the girl I saw when I looked in the mirror. The one I remember from Phoenix. The one from PV. I looked like her. A lot. But I wondered if I really was too different to ever act like that again.

It was then decided lying back down would be the best idea for me.

I sighed, as I curled up into a half ball on Edward's bed. I almost felt like going to sleep but then I realized I wasn't alone.

Alice looked at me, then smiled smally. I didn't bother returning it but scooted over on the bed. Alice laid down next to me.

"I'm sorry." Were the first words out of her mouth.

"Me too," I whispered almost inaudible.

"I didn't mean to be insensitive. I guess I just got pissed."

"Because I wouldn't let you give me a make over?"

"No, because… You actually stood up to me. I'm so used to push over Bella, who I love but you've always kind of been, in a figurative sense, the little sister I could knock around. I never expected you to stand up for yourself, to me and I overreacted. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I whispered, like a little girl. "I overreacted too."

"We are both ruled my our emotions," Alice smiled.

"This house is doomed."

"I know!" She laughed. "Between me, you, Rosalie and Edward…."

I immediately sobered, wanting to ask a question. "What do you think of me? Like the way I am now?" I asked.

Alice shrugged. "I like that you don't take crap from those disgusting girls anymore. And I like the way you dress too. I guess I just don't get it…." She trailed off.

"Don't get what?"

"What's the point? Why are you all of a sudden putting all this effort into showing off these pathetic teenagers?"

"I wanted attention."

"But you didn't before Nate moved to town?"

I sighed, explaining. "When Nate moved here, and everyone freaked when they thought we were sleeping together, I felt like my old self. I felt like I did when I got pregnant."

"What do you mean?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"When I got pregnant, it was like I didn't matter. Like everyone only cared about what inside of me. I've never felt so irrelevant. And that was exactly what it felt like when everyone thought I was sleeping with Nate. Like nothing else about me mattered. And then when everyone found out about Novalee and that she died, I might as well had a neon target stapled to my forehead. I suddenly became so visible. And I didn't want to be that girl who everyone saw as pathetic or an easy target or anything. I didn't want to be that sucky down Edward and Nate have to deal with because they have to. So I changed my attitude, wardrobe and everything to fix that

I explained. "All you want is to be unconditionally loved and feel like the most important person on the planet?" Alice asked.

I nodded, "That it exactly."

"What about your mom?"

"What about her?"

"I didn't want to ask with Francia here, but how come you're not as mad at her as you are at Charlie?"

"Because Charlie told the whole town about my kid, blamed me for it, neglected me for sixteen years of my life and treats me like crap."

"Your mom screwed you up pretty badly too."

"Well, I am angry at her too. I mean, I'm…" I trailed off, trying to fight my instincts in throwing a tantrum and telling Alice what I felt about both my parents.

"It's okay, Bella. You can vent." Alice prompted.

That's all it took. "I'm just so freaking angry! All the time! I mean, she stops talking to me, stops thinking about me, stop caring about me, for an f-ing year and then she turns around and starts talking to me, emailing me, like we haven't missed a day. She chose Phil over me! She literally forgot about me." I sighed, heavily. "I guess I should be used to it. I've always been an afterthought in her and Charlie's minds. But for her to never call, email, or anything. And then the second she does it's so me and Charlie will make up so she doesn't have to deal with me. The only reason she's even paying any attention to me now, is Charlie is calling her and complaining about me. She doesn't understand how to deal with me any better than Charlie." I felt my voice breaking.

"What do you mean?" Alice asked, quietly.

"She doesn't love me," I cried, sobs racking my body. "She doesn't want me. She never did. Neither does Charlie. I'm worthless. Pretty soon Edward won't want me either and then I'll be all alone except for Nate."

"Edward isn't going anywhere. Not again. And neither are the rest of us." She promised, hugging me. "And you're not worthless." She added.

"If I wasn't worthless, I wouldn't have two parents who are kicking themselves for ever letting a condom slip. Alice, I want different parents. I want a mother who takes care of me and pays attention to me and is there for me." I felt myself get lost in sobs. Alice brought my head to her neck. "I want a dad who is around for me, and treats me like a actual human being and not some kid he has a legal obligation to take care of! I want a dad who never forgets about me and never yells at me and holds me. I want my dad to love me. But I'll never have that, will I?"

…

After Alice and me were done talking, she went to find Jasper. I wondered around, for a few minutes, around the house to find Edward.

"Hey, Carlisle." I asked, in the kitchen, which I really don't understand why he was there. "Where's Edward?"

"Probably in the backyard."

"Thanks." I shoved past him.

"No problem, sweetie."

I ran outside, looking for my boyfriend. Edward turned as I stepped onto the grass. "Hey, Bella," he said as he shut his phone.

"Who were you calling?"

"Not important, love."

And for once, I let it go. I shift my weight from foot to foot, not sure how to tell him this.

"What wrong?" He suddenly became concerned.

"I wanna talk to you….."

"About,,,,," He prompted when I didn't continue.

"About….the car accident."

He was silent for a few seconds. "Didn't we already talk about the car accident earlier."

"Not that one….." I took a deep breath. "I want to talk about the one on November 13th…." I was silent for a whole minute. "The one that killed Novalee…"

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