Whooo! Chapter 5! Thanks for all the great reviews.

And Drowning In Shallow Water-,

I get what you mean about more pronounced feelings. Things don't heat up very much till later but I promise they will.

And Cheyenne thanks for that awesome review. And it has to be cheesy. Twilight is very cheesy, no offense.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a whisper.

I was a bit afraid but nodded my head and closed my eyes tightly.

BPOV

I opened my eyes to see a home fit for royalty. It was a huge turnaround from what the outside looked like. The floors were a deep hardwood and the walls were light beige.

"You like?" Edward asked beside me. "And it looks even better when you're all the way inside."

I blushed slightly and took a step into the home. And much to my annoyance he was right; the home looked ten times better when you were inside it.

"Wow," I gasped quietly. My eyes were wide and looking across the living room.

Edward chuckled behind me.

"So what do you think?" he asked in a whisper, his lips just barely touching the top of my ear.

I suppressed a shiver and replied, "It's very lovely."

He moved swiftly around me and to the couch. He sat down and patted the open space beside him, beckoning me to sit by him. I was a bit hesitant like I usually was but complied wordlessly, leaning my head back as soon as I was comfortable on the soft cushion. I could smell his sweet smell next to me. Oddly enough it calmed me and gave me a sense of welcoming.

"I live here with my father Carlisle, my mother Esme, and my brother Emmett," he said, breaking the silence. "We moved here from Alaska a year ago."

All I could do was nod. He had a faraway look on his face even though his eyes seemed trained on the coffee table.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me," he confessed, turning the full power of his gaze to me. "I don't want you to hate me."

My mind was as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. I had no clue how to respond to that. And so, I just nodded my head once more.

He seemed to gather my situation and continued, "I've always had issues with my temper. I got into a fight back in Alaska with a guy named James. I broke his left arm and a few of his ribs."

He stopped due to a small gasp that escaped my lips. His worried eyes were searching over my face, trying to see if he should stop or continue.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "Please continue."

"He was sent in an ambulance to the hospital in critical condition. He went into a coma shortly after arriving. It was all the much worse because he was anemic. The blood just wouldn't stop. I never meant to hurt him so badly. He just got under my skin with all his snide comments. He lived and made it without and brain damage but we still thought it was best to move away. My father quit his job at the hospital and my brother broke up with his fiancée, Rosalie, so we could pick up and leave," he finished. His face was full of anguish.

"I'm so sorry," I said again, glancing down at my feet. I was confused as why he was telling me all this stuff about him.

"My dad likes to shoot me disapproving looks whenever he can and my mother keeps a distance from me like at any minute I will lash out and hurt her. But most of all I've lost the relationship with my brother, Emmett. He wouldn't speak to me for the longest time. He was and most likely still is in complete love with Rosalie. He still looks at me as if I meant to destroy his life. Even if he does talk to me it's still not the same."

I didn't exactly realize what I had done until I had actually done it. I closed the distance between Edward and I and pulled him into a hug. I didn't' want him to be in pain. It just wasn't right that he was going through the problems that he was.

My arms were around his waist and held tightly. He seemed to stiffen for a moment only to relax and hug me back. After a second of awkward hugging he scooted forward in his chair and hugged me properly. It felt like we clicked together almost like puzzle pieces. His arms felt nice encircling me and my head fit comfortably into his broad chest. I knew it was only a hug, but it felt like so much more.

It ended all too quickly when he pulled away. I expected his face to be somber but it surprisingly wasn't. When I saw his face there was a large smile on it and his eyes seemed brighter. His sudden mood change left me with a bit of a grin myself.

I also expected it to be awkward but I was once again wrong. Not that I had anything against being wrong about that. He seized my hand and pulled us both up. We were both just barely standing before he started dragging me back toward the front door.

"I want to show you my home," he said, his voice full of poorly contained excitement.

And it immediately put a damper on my mood. I just couldn't switch myself into happy mode. How could he have so much happiness in him after he told such a heart wrenching story? He was very different than I.

"So the room we were just in was the living room," he informed me, putting back on his calm and collected stature. He was quite oblivious to the face that I was having my own silent battle inside myself.

And around here is the kitchen…" he continued talking but I couldn't focus on his words. The depression I was feeling was weighting heavy on me once again. The pressure of dread was building up in me; ready to explode.

I just wanted to take one of the glistening knives and sink it deep into my wrists. I wanted to watch the red blood ooze from the incisions and the pain to sizzle and eventually paralyze me. And before I would pass out from blood loss I wanted to wield the bloody knife again and wedge it into my chest. I had wanted the tip of the sharp knife to penetrate my flesh and meat and slice a hole in my heart. I wanted to be left on the floor, gasping for air and raking at my chest with my fingernails. And after what could only last around a minute I wanted to pass out on the stained floor of some strange but beautiful person's kitchen, blood bubbling from my mouth and my eyes…

"Bella; Bella? Bella!" Edward's concerned voice sliced through my thoughts (no pun intended).

"Yeah?" I asked somewhat hesitantly.

"Are you… um…" he trailed off, thinking of a good word to use.

"Yeah," I said, trying to dispel the awkwardness, nodding my head out of habit. He gave me a sympathetic smile before continuing on.

In no time the tour of the first floor was finished and we had made it to the bottom of the stairwell. It seemed to stretch on all the way to Mount Olympus. And I wasn't sure with my clumsy tendency if I would have made it up there.

But this time he noticed my reaction and said, "I'll always be there to catch you when you fall."

That was 3 pages on a word document. And I am fairly sure my chapters will get longer; and a bit fluffier. I promise things will heat up in the next chapter. But I never told you that. I do have a bit of a cold and it is slowing me down so you might have to bear with me. I promise to update when I can, but only if you review!

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