A/N- you guys have been awesome to me. Seriously you have, thank you all for understanding me and for not immediately dumping me because I didn't finish our precious stories. Their lives will go on- I promise. It's just the timing I'm not so sure of.

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(B)

I stared at the clock on my wall; it was 3 in the morning. I had mass tomorrow and James and his family would be coming with Charlie and I.

I shifted my attention to the text I just got from Alice,

B, Remember what I said.

I text her back hours ago, but she hadn't replied to my ceaseless questions. I stared at the ceiling over my head, would James ever really hit me?
I dialed the number I had memorized by the age of 11.

" Bella? Sweetheart, what's wrong? Its 3 in the morning." Came a groggy, husky, sweet voice. James was sleeping and I had called him- but he picked up. His guard was gone and he was the sweet, loving boy I fell in love with all those years ago.

" James. I'm scared." I whispered, my voice shaking and even I could hear the tears threatening to escape.

" Baby? What's wrong? What's going on?" his voice was frantic and I could hear him bunch up the sea blue sheets that I picked out when we were room shopping.

" Would you- would you-" I asked but my teeth bit my lip. I hissed and waited for the stinging to go away.

" Would I what? Bells come on Baby your scaring me." He whispered, his voice shaking with fear.

" James. Would you ever hit me?" I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I let out a shaky breath.

" W-w-What? Wh-wh-why are-are y-y-you asking m-m-me t-th-this?" I let my eyes close as I heard his ragged breathing on the other side of the line.

" I need to know, James." I whispered, my heart clenching at his sobs. Knowing how close to home it hit him.

"Y-you know-" he began, his voice raspy.

" No. I need to know if you'll ever lay a hand on me." I said firmly. My breath stable but my mind racing as I heard his breath be let out in a whoosh.

" No, God No." he began to cry then. Over the phone, and I hung up. Hearing his sobs broke my heart.

I jumped out of bed and slipped on my shoes and jacket. I climbed down my window and ran into the forest. I took the short cut by following the river, and arrived on Maeven Street.

I looked for the familiar house and swiftly climbed up the vine that led to his window. It was open as mine always was, and I saw his face hidden amongst the pillows.

He heard the side of the bed sink down slightly underneath my weight but didn't question who it was. He knew, as I did, that whenever the window was open and the bed creaked. It was each-other.

I slowly gathered him into my arms and kissed away his tears, he gripped my waist so tightly it hurt but I didn't complain. I held him as I cried against me, and then as he slowly drifted off to sleep again.

I slowly stood up again and deftly hopped out of the window and onto the tree. And as my eyes slowly shut closed in my own room, I remembered-

He never answered the question.