I know this chapters kinda short, but it plays a biggish part.

Something was off when I woke up. Number one, I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched, and I was extremely warm, and wet. I sat up in bed to see that the cuts from the past two days were open and bleeding profusely. "Ahh!! Shit!"

The entire front of my clothes and about a quarter of my bed were now stained scarlet. It would never come out, and this was my last set of clothes. I rolled out of bed, and onto a brown paper wrapped package. Curiously, I ripped it open and saw a pair of long jeans and a black hoodie. I looked up at my window, which was hanging open, as usual. Who had brought me this?

I stood up and was about to put the new outfit on when I realized something. What happened if my arm should start bleeding again? Maybe I had some gauze or something somewhere... Then I noticed something white on the ground by the package, probably thrown aside from when I was unwrapping the clothes. I picked it up, and, sure enough, it was a roll of clean gauze. Jeez, this person sure did come prepared. I wrapped my arm, wincing at the pain. I sure did dig the knife deep that last time, in all of my frustration at the situation I had put myself in. Then that brought back the memories. I had agreed to be friends with Edward. How the hell was I supposed to deal with that now? How am I supposed to keep it a secret from Charlie? And how am supposed to keep the true Charlie a secret from Edward, after he already seemed to be onto it? Or, at least, he sensed something was wrong. But I had a horrible sinking feeling that hr knew much more than he was telling me.

I got dressed and walked downstairs. Not wanting to repeat the horrible mistake I had made two days ago, I immediately got to work on a ham, cheese, and onion omelet. As I chopped an onion, I felt someone's gaze burning into my back, making the hair on the back of my neck tingle. But every time I turned around, no one was there. It was rather creepy.

At 6:15, the omelet was done, and Charlie came down and dug in. Then I realized something. He had no drink.

Charlie noticed this the same time I did. "BELLA SWAN! YOU FUCKING IDIOT! WHY DON'T I HAVE A DRINK?!"

"I'm sorry!" I cried desperately. Hands shaking, I ran over to the cabinet holding the cups, pulling one out, I went back over to the refrigerator and pulled out the milk.

"Did you just talk back to me?!" He roared. I braced myself for whatever would happen to me now. I heard him grab the still hot pan from the stove. Oh, shit. This was going to hurt.

I screamed as the hot oils were poured down the back of my shirt, then as the bottom of the pan scorched into my back, making the grease and oils from the onion boil and pop. The frying pan collided with the back of my head, causing ringing to go off in my ears. I didn't know if it was in my head or not, but somewhere, low in the background, there was a horrible deep feral snarling.

Charlie dropped the pan by my head; I was laying spread eagle on my stomach. The oils still popped and burned, on my shoulders, my back, my neck. It was nearly unbearable. Slowly, the snarls faded into silence. The front door slammed as Charlie made his way out to the cruiser. The second I heard the car start, I was on my feet, sprinting up the stairs and into the bathroom. Desperately, I tugged off my shirt and turned the water as cold as it would go and stepped in, my jeans still on. It still burned, though. I cried out in agony, it wouldn't stop. My head was still throbbing, but I didn't even pay attention anymore. The fire that raged on my back wouldn't go out. I reached back and felt my neck, where some of the oil had landed. There was a thick coating of grease there. Grabbing a washcloth, I clenched my teeth and scrubbed the back of my neck. At first the pain flared, and I nearly cried out again, but as I got more and more of the oil off, the burning sensation slowly went down, and I sighed in relief.

I've never had a grease burn before, but apparently it's really, really painful, and for some reason I'm hungry for onions right now so I'm including them. Review, please!