DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS GO TO STEPHENIE MEYER. ALL CHARACTERS ECT ALL BELONG TO HER.

EDWARD POV

What am I going to tell her?!

"Hey Bella, We're vampires. But good vampires" Image her face.

This is impossible, and it doesn't help the thoughts I could hear from downstairs, some encouraging and some not so encouraging,

"Go on then" Bella whispered sitting up straight so her legs were crossed and she was now staring me straight in the eyes.

Right, Ill come out straight, and I was just about to say it when I tuned into my families thoughts.

"what he is doing!?" -jasper

"IF HE RUINS EVERYTHING I WILL MAKE HIS LIFE HELL" -Rosalie

"Oh, it doesn't matter, she'll think its a joke." - Emmett

"Oh Edward! Not yet!" -Esme

"Go on Edward!" - Alice.

"Edward. Now is not the time. She has enough to deal with. You know that." - Carlisle.

It was the voice of my father i listened to. The logic in this thought was staring at me. I knew it was the truth. She didn't need to know yet. She would be at her mother's hopefully soon. I took a breath, her sweet, smell causing me pain, her blood singing to me more than anyone's ever had. I winced and looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes.

I couldn't do this , I couldn't risk her running away and alerting everybody of what we supposedly are, even though we could move locations fast enough before anybody got suspicious enough to investigate it still wouldn't be convenient, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I didn't think about it, not what Bella would think, or what she would do next. I didn't care; I just wanted to get out. I needed to get out. It was necessary.

I ran out the room slightly to fast, leaving a confused Bella sitting with a gormless expression on her face, but hurt showing in her eyes. Possibly thinking what I was going to say, but I'll never know as I couldn't seem to read her mind, she might just be blocking it without noticing. She was fascinating.

BELLA POV
He's horrible. Rude. Self-centred. Mean.
Does he not care what he's doing to me?! He waltzes in to my room, set on telling me this big secret that is so important and extremely necessary I don't tell anyone. So, I decide to humour him and be polite-even thought I was curious- and he sits down takes a breath, winces as if he smells something nasty, and just charges out of the room really fast! I'm sick of him! I'm sick of this family! I'm sick of this house! I am sick of Forks. Forks was my home, my sanctuary in the continuous boring thing called life. Now, with Charlie gone, it's turned to a stranger. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere anymore. Edward has just helped me come to this conclusion. And now I can't let it go on much longer. I need to get out of here. I fell back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I never realised how fond I was of this room. I hadn't been out of it for a long time. A single tear slowly rolled down my face. I sighed and sat up. I walked over to the mirror for the first time since Charlie's death I wanted to look at myself. It was so hard seeing his eyes copied into my face. It made the pain and sadness so much harder to deal with. I closed my eyes, cleared my head, re-opened my eyes and began to tie up my hair. I went into the bathroom attached to my room and splashed cold water onto my face. I needed that, when I went downstairs I didn't need them to notice I had been crying. With their creepy identical eyes, pale perfect skin, and every movement being so graceful and unordinary they couldn't blame me for doing this. My Mum obviously didn't think through her marvellous plan of me staying here, they could be axe murderers with a torture chamber in the cellar for all she knows! I walked over and grabbed my suitcase from under the bed, opened it and layed it on the bed.

It was empty- pretty much how I felt since Charlie died, I sat there looking at it for a long moment until I started to get cramp in my leg and decided to stand up and start packing, unless there super weird creepy hearing has already detected me packing my bags but I think I'm winding myself up now.

As I'm packing the Sneakers and other various clothes Alice had bought me I went over the events of the past hour in my head, something weird about it wouldn't stop bugging me, the way he ran out. Well 'ran' is an understatement, it was more of a blur, and he seemed to be next to me one minute then out the door the next. I started to zip my bag up when I realised the picture of Charlie, my mum and me was still placed on my bedroom table, I snatched it up put it in my case and headed for the stairs.

It was only when I got to the top of the stairs that I realised my laces were un-done and ducked down to tie them up, when naturally my head hit the case and sent the case AND my body flying down the stairs landing with a thud on the hard laminate floor, I looked into the clear living room doors to see the all the Cullen's – except Edward, sitting on various chairs and all looking at me with a shocked expression.

It was silent until Emmett's booming laughter filled the air,

"Emmett, shut up!" Rosalie sneered, hitting Emmett on the arm.

"OWWW! Rosie that hurt!" Emmett pouted rubbing his arm and then coming over to me with that unnatural speed everybody in this house seemed to have, he picked up my case and put it by my side and ran back into the living room passing Esme walking towards me with a comforting look on her face.

"Bella, Darling where are you going?" She said.