Okay, I've got really bad PMS right now. If this message makes it seem like I'm pissed, it's because I am!!!!! Here are some things you should know.

All relationships are meant to be CANNON. Liza may get with Jacob, but she's won't get with Edward. EVER!

CP is short for Cerebral Palsy and spaz-die means Spastic Diplegia. I encourage you to use your favorite search engine. If you want a Liza-style explication of her/my case, say so in your review.

Liza's tendency of getting sick has nothing to do with #2. It's just something Liza/I have problems with.

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If you hate me now, you do NOT have to finish reading this story.

Enjoy chapter six: The Port.

Anna

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I hated the idea of spending the day with Bella's friends.

"They don't have anything with sleeves," I muttered. "I don't even know where to start."

"Sleeves? Why do you need sleeves?" Jessica was hooked. Must be looking for gossip.

"You asked." I picked the first dress that was size. A sparkly blue strapless.

"Dang," one of them said. "That looks amazing."

"Is that a tattoo?" Bella gasped. "Charlie's going to kill you."

"See, that's why I need sleeves."

Angela smiled. "I have a jacket that color, you can borrow it."

I smiled. "Would you really?"

I bought the dress right away and sat with Bella, watching the other two try on the various dresses.

Some older boys walked pass the window and tapped on the glass.

"Awkward," I said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh, that's uncomfortable."

"Oh my god."

"That's disgusting," Bella snorted. "I think I'm going to the book store now."

"I'll come with you." I stood with my bag. "Can I put this in your car?"

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We walked out, Bella carrying a copy of 'Legends of the Slapping Beaver.' It was dark out.

Someone cat-called. "Hey, babes."

Bella grasped my arm. "Liza, we're being followed."

We were being pushed away from town. "No," I whispered. "We're being herded."

"Come on, have a drink with us." Two more were in front of us. "You two are pretty."

"Cute twins," they started to push us between them.

"Don't touch me!" Bella cried, kneeing one of them. "Stop it!"

I shoved one of the others away from me, knocking him to the ground. Cullen now would be a good time to save the day.

"You're going to regret that, little girl." He threw a punch with so much force that I stumbled backwards. The one behind me grabbed my shoulders.

"RUN, IZZY!" I screamed. My one concern was getting her out of this unhurt. I knew what boys like this were capable of. "NOW, IZZY!" I tried to elbow the boy behind me. "GET OUT!"

"Don't be like that," he whispered in my ear. He started to pull off my jacket.

"LET HER GO!" I heard a familiar growl. "BELLA, GET IN THE CAR!"

"Make me," the boy hissed.

Cullen got up in his face. "Trust me, I can." His eyes flashed.

The boy dropped me, sending me onto the ground. "Liza!" Bella called from the car.

"I'm okay," I muttered, struggling to stand.

Edward wasn't breathing again. I touched my eyebrow. Blood was on my hand. "Shit." Sorry. "I'll get in the car now." I pulled open the door and pushed back the seat back. My hand was shaking. "I'm okay." I repeated.

As I pulled the seat toward me, Edward got in. "Distract me," he hissed at Bella. "So, I don't turn around at rip that boy's head off." I knew he went it literally.

"I'm going to run over Tyler Crowley tomorrow?" she offered. It was more of a question than statement.

"Why?" My voice cracked. Cullen's anger was scaring me. I took a deep breath. I went into a fit of coughing.

"He seems to think he's taking me to prom. If I total his new car, he won't be able to drive any one to the prom."

"Maybe you could hit him so hard you'd break his neck?" I offered. "Then he couldn't even go to school." I tried to laugh but it came out as a sob. I'm going to be sick.

"Edward," Bella practically yelled. "Pull over. Something's wrong with Liza."

"If I pull over," he growled. "I'll turn around and kill those boys." His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard that he was nearly breaking it. "You don't want me to do that."

"He's right," I whimpered, fighting the urge to vomit. "Trust me." Bella didn't know at that point. I parted my hair, covering my swelling eye with my bangs. "I'm fine."

We were nearly in Forks. "I want answers, Edward," Bella said, angry. "I mean it."

"Yes. No. To get to the other side. 1.7745…"

"She doesn't want to know the square root of pi." I muttered. "How close are we?" I put my head on the window.

I saw lights and heard sirens. "Dad's still here," Bella whispered.

"That's my father's car at the end," Cullen replied. "Shall we?" He pulled into the police station lot before I could say no.

Breathe, I ordered myself. Come on, Ducky. You've got this. I got out behind Bella. You used to make people cringe in fear.

"Carlisle, what's going on?" Edward asked. "Did something happen?"

"Waylon is dead," the doctor said. "It looks like an animal attack."

I sunk to the ground. I had faint memories of the man, but that wasn't why. I felt like shit. My hands were still shaking. I was freaking out.

Carlisle looked at me and nodded. "Bella, why don't you go see your father? Waylon was his friend."

"Okay…" She looked back at me, fear in her face.

"What happened?" Carlisle asked his son, as he took my pulse. I pulled my hand away from his cold skin.

"They were attacked. Liza tried to fight back." Cullen was keeping a distance. "The most they got was her coat."

I hadn't realized they took my coat. I didn't feel cold; I just felt sick. "I'm fine," I lied again. "Really." Never been better. "I've faced worse."

The doctor half-smiled, trying to hide the worry. "Ice that eye, Liza. You're going to be fine."

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Like always, my black eye and the bruises on my arms were easy to hide. Charlie raised his eyebrows when I limped down the stairs in long pants and a turtle neck but didn't ask any questions. For the first time since the accident, I was dreading Gym.