A/N: IIIIIIIIIIIIII'm back! As I said, it was a crazy week, and this weekend is going to be extra busy and hectic too, so if I don't update at all this weekend, DO NOT BE ALARMED!!! Seriously, I have a huge Shakespeare summative assignment, and an unreasonably short amount of time to work on it, along with 4 quizzes, 2 projects, 2 tests, and trigonometry homework. I'm SO stressed here! There hasn't been a single night this week where I've gone to bed before 1:30am. Today is my first not-too-busy day, so be thankful, people! Sorry if I sound cranky, it's the stress. Nothing personal.

OH MY CARLISLE! I was so shocked form the amount of LOVE you guys gave me last chapter! I was blown away with it! I got a total of… -calculates in head- … 23 reviews! That has to be double the amount I usually get! Hopefully we can beat that ;)

Sorry for this incredibly long author's note, but there's still one more thing I need to say (even though most of you probably aren't reading this). I have another story Idea. I got the inspiration from a death god's eyes in "Death Note" which is a super cool anime. Some of you may hate anime, and I actually don't watch it either, but my sister got me hooked on it. It's not corny or cheesy in the slightest. It's quite adult (not sexually, but the concept and scenes can be violent). I totally recommend it to everyone over 12 years old. It's about a guy who finds a special notebook. If you write the name of a person in that notebook, that person will die. Anyway, totally check it.

Okay, I got off topic, but the point is, my new story isn't about some notebook, but about a certain thing death gods can see. You can read the summary on my profile. It's called A Vision Stained with Red and it's a Twilight fic (of course). I put a sneak peek of it (the prologue and part of the first chapter) at the bottom of this chapter.

That's enough of me! On with Chapter FIFTEEN!!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Edward took my silence and completely panicked look as confirmation. He took a step forward into the room. I took one back. I was screwed. I messed up. And now Edward knew. It was only a matter of time until Phil figured out that someone besides myself knew it was him.

It was only a matter of time.

Edward Cullen had pretty much figured out my secret. Was he going to tell the police? God, no!

But then another thought came to me and I prayed to God he wouldn't ask.

"Why did you tell the police you lost your memory?"

God hates me.

Chapter 15: Your Guardian Angel

I stood there silent, staring at Edward, shocked and horrified. I tried to keep my face composed, but I could tell her was able to see the horror in my brown eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. All that work I had done, all that effort I made towards distancing myself from Edward, so he wouldn't find out, had gone to waste. Nothing, it was for nothing.

Edward stared right back at me, his eyes intensely curious and concerned. I knew he only wanted the truth, who wouldn't? He deserved the truth, considering the way I had been treating him. I felt awful having to lie to him, but it was either that or put him in more danger than he already was. He already knew too much.

"I-I did lose my memory", I said pathetically. Even if I hadn't stuttered, it was an obvious lie. Why couldn't I have thought of something more creative?

"That's a lie, Bella." He took another step forward and I turned around so my back was facing him.

"If you know who did it," he continued, "you didn't lose your memory. Why, Bella? What happened?"

Okay, so lying wasn't going to work anymore. Not that it ever worked in the first place, but I needed to change tactics. But… what other tactic was there? Begging? Or I could just ignore him. But Edward was stubborn. Just as stubborn as me if not more so. If I remained silent, he would wait until I talked.

Edward stepped around me so I was facing him. He bent down his head so I could look into his eyes.

"Tell me why you lied to the police, Bella." He said deliberately slow, as if he wanted each word to sink in. For me to understand how he wanted, needed, to know.

But I needed him not to know.

We just stared at each other for what seemed like years, but were only a few minutes. Finally Edward looked away and ran a hand through his hair. He always did that when he was uneasy.

"Bella, just talk to me." He pleaded, an edge of frustration to his voice. I knew my silence was hitting a few nerves.

"There's nothing to talk about." I said defiantly. I may had been quiet, but I was still determined. I wasn't going to give in. Did he understand just how important it was that he didn't know? I guess not, but it wasn't his business. He should butt out.

But I did understand that morally, I should tell him. He deserved to know and if the situation was reversed, I knew I would be just as insistent on Edward as he was on me. But that was because I had feelings for him. I wasn't sure whether or not I was in love with him again. I had fallen out of love during the years apart, and now I was in such emotional turmoil, I no longer knew what I felt for him. I was confused.

Edward's eyes narrowed. I assumed he had lost the whole 'be nice about it' method and was going for the 'you better tell me or I'll rip your face out' one. I normally would have been scared by his change of character, but I was distracted and I knew he'd never actually hurt me.

"Tell. Me." He said each word individually.

"No!" I nearly shouted, shaking my head furiously. I wasn't backing down. Not if I could help it.

"Why not?!" His eyes became angry and frustrated. I could understand. I could also relate.

Screw lying, it never worked anyway. "Because you don't need to know." It was the truth; he didn't need to know. Quite the opposite. He just didn't know that, and I sure as hell wasn't telling him.

"Don't you see? I do need to know, Bella! I need you to open up to me. Let me in. I'm sorry for whatever it is that's making you shut me out. Just let me back in! Please."

I'm sorry too.

"You wouldn't understand." I whispered.

"What exactly wouldn't I understand? How do you know I won't? You never even tried telling me!" He tightly gripped my shoulders and I grimaced. I knew Edward had a bit of a temper problem, but I was rarely on the receiving end of his anger. It seemed as if we were fighting now more than ever before. I hated it. I just wanted things to go back to normal, with Renee still around, no fights, no threats, and Edward as my best friend. It was too complicated with all this drama mixed in.

"I c-can't", I said weakly. I closed my eyes, waiting for his next out burst. And I wasn't disappointed.

Making his grip on my shoulders even tighter, if that was possible, Edward shook me. Hard. I felt my neck snapping painfully and before I could suppress it, a small whimper of pain escaped through my lips.

Edward stopped as quickly as he had started and let go of me, stepping away. I felt tears sting my eyes at his actions. I must have really pushed Edward off the edge for him to react like that. He had never laid a single finger on me before. I didn't realize just how much me telling him meant to Edward.

But that didn't change the fact that he had lost control for that small moment. It only took that for me to be afraid of him. Resisting the urge to rub the back of my neck, I quickly took a few steps back, away from Edward and closer to the door.

"Bella?" Edward said quietly, shocked at himself. His arms were outstretched towards me, hi eyes were wide with surprise and clouded with guilt and remorse. "Bella, I didn't mean… I'm so sorry."

Looked away from his face. I couldn't look at him right then. It was too painful. I knew he never meant to hurt me, but it was the fact that I had driven him so angry that he resorted to physical action that made me feel so… horrible. Edward didn't deserve this. I shouldn't had let myself get in so deep with him. I should have known it would have only brought pain. I suppose I did know what the outcome of such indulgences would have been, but I was too selfish to do the right thing. The smart thing.

Edward reached towards me and I immediately flinched away. It was an involuntary reaction. My mind knew that Edward wasn't dangerous, but my body believed otherwise. I didn't blame it.

"Bella, I'm so sorry. Please don't look at me like that."

Look at him like what? I then realized what I must have looked like to him. I was leaning away from him, tears stains on my cheeks, my eyes terrified. But the terror wasn't directed at him, but at myself. At my carelessness and at this situation in general. I couldn't have screwed up any more than this, could I?

"I'm sorry I made you angry." I whispered, not moving any closer to him.

Edward closed his eyes and let out a big breath through his nose. When he opened his eyes again, they no longer held the anger, frustration, and guilt of before. They were now surprisingly tender, with hints of the guilt still there. This just made me confused. Was he bi-polar or something?

"Bella, I wasn't angry at you. I could never be angry at you. Impossible." He shook his head. "I was more angry at the current situation," Likewise. "I'm frustrated, not at you, but at the fact that you've lost so much trust in me that you don't feel you could tell me about something as important as your mother's death."

He thought I had lost trust in him? No, never. He didn't understand.

"Edward, I trust you. It's just that…" I drifted off, debating on what I should say next. "It would be better if you didn't know. For both of us."

"I don't see how. Bella, please. Whatever it is that you're hiding about this Phil character, I want to know. I can tell that it's eating you on the inside. It's a burden you shouldn't have to carry alone. You said you trust me, so tell me."

"It's not that simple, Edward. I want to, but I can't keep thinking of only myself. Your life and safety matters too."

"What do you mean, my 'life and safety'?"

Whoops. Heh, heh…

"I don't mean anything." I said much too quickly. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me skeptically. Of course he wasn't buying it.

"Bella…"

"Please, Edward. Drop it." I said, my voice was firm, but my eyes were begging, betraying just how important this was.

"No, I won't drop it. Don't you realize how much it kills me, Bella? Seeing you hurting and practically tearing yourself apart with all this, and being unable to help you, not only affects you. I hate how you feel you need to keep this from me. It's creating a barrier between us and it definitely isn't helping with you being so stubborn."

"Like you." I retorted. "Edward, this isn't just something I can talk to you about and make it all better. And don't you give me that 'you don't know till you try' crap. This is so much bigger than that."

"Bigger? Just how 'big' is this?"

Whoops again. Damn it!

I shut my mouth and stared at him with fiery determination in my eyes. He immediately became frustrated again, but this time with a hint of annoyance.

"Bella, I care about you…" Edward said. I already knew he cared about me; he was my best friend, how could he not? But hearing the words said aloud with such sincerity, although they were not the words I had once craved most from him, were enough to make my heart flutter.

Tears stung my eyes as I sunk to the floor and just sat there, not sobbing or being hysterical, just… there. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I didn't look at Edward, but more at the floor. Actually, I didn't' really see the floor. My eyes were blank.

I couldn't hide it anymore. I was stubborn and kept trying to push Edward away from the truth, but he was perceptive, and just as stubborn as I was. I knew he wouldn't let this go, and what's more, when the others returned he would most likely tell them that something was wrong with me. I couldn't have that. Maybe this way, he would keep his mouth shut. Not likely, but what other option was there? He already knew Phil was the one who killed Renee and that I had lied about losing my memory. It was not something he would easily forget or drop.

Edward came over to me slowly and sat down beside me. I could feel the intensity of his stare as I quietly said, "Edward, it would be risking your life if I told you."

"I don't care. I'm a big boy, Bella. I won't leave you, ever." Somehow I felt there was more to that then he led on. Like there was a double meaning to 'leaving me'. I just hugged my knees tighter and took in a shaky breath.

"Edward, I'm so sorry for pushing you away."

"I know."

"So sorry. But you have to understand that it was my only choice. You would have done the same if it was the other way around."

"Possibly. But you never know until you tell me." Right.

"Edward, I distanced myself from you and the other because I was trying to protect you." I kept my eyes glued to the floor. I didn't want to look up at him. For once, I didn't want to look into his eyes and read the emotions and thoughts through them like I had done so many times before.

"Bella, Phil was never caught, right?"

I shook my head.

"And you lied to the police about your knowledge about what happened. You never told them that Phil did it, did you?"

I shook my head again. This was good. He was figuring it out on his own. He was connecting the pieces together so I didn't have to tell him. I knew it was far too late now. Edward was smart and would put the clues together to solve the mystery. My only hope was that he wouldn't tell anyone.

"And, if you told me what happened, I would be in danger?"

I nodded.

"So I would be in danger if you told me about Phil and you purposely lied to the police so they wouldn't catch Phil." I nodded once more. Silence.

There were a few more minutes of quiet before he suddenly straightened his posture and I quickly glanced up to see his mouth open in an "o". I looked away again. Something dawned on him all of a sudden and my heart sank and rose at the same time, if that even made sense.

He figured it out.

My heart rose that he knew. It was like a weight off my shoulders and it was an added bonus that he figured it out on his own, with little help from me. I didn't have to go through telling him. I knew it was absolutely ridiculous, but it made me feel a little better that I wasn't the one to spill the beans on him.

My heart sunk because, obviously, this just made things all the more dangerous.

"You're trying to protect me and everyone else from Phil, aren't you?" he confirmed.

"Yes."

There was silence. We were both absorbing the full impact of his discovery.

"Bella," Edward said finally, "you don't have to tell me exactly what he said to you, but you can't let him manipulate you like this. You have to tell the police. They'll find him and send him off to prison."

I shook my head. "You mean they'll try to send him to prison, Edward. It's just not that easy. If it was, I would have told them long ago. Phil is smart. He managed to pull off not only one murder, but an attempted one too, and he completely got away with it. It's been months and they've found nothing! You can't solve it just like that." I snapped my fingers. "He will know, and he will do anything to stop the police form knowing too."

"What do you mean he also has attempted murder under his belt?"

Heh, whoops for the third time tonight.

"Please don't get angry, but…" I paused, unsure of how to put this in a way in which Edward wouldn't go berserk. He had always been very protective of his friends, especially me. He hadn't grown out of it, apparently, and I didn't want to set him off. "Phil tried… 'offing' me too."

I said the last part so quietly, you'd have to have super spidey-senses to hear them. Of course Edward had them, unfortunately.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hands clench into fists and his posture stiffen. I dared to look up at his face and found it hard and stiff. His eyes were on fire, not with joy, but with rage. Never had I seen him so fierce before. My body immediately went into defensive mode and I involuntarily cowered away from him, remembering the last time he looked angry. But this was beyond anger, this was absolute fury.

Seeing me cringe away from him suddenly made his eyes soften and his body relax, even if only by a small margin.

"Sorry." He said quietly. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

I shrugged and turned away. He reached out a hand and gently directed my head back to him. "But that doesn't mean I don't think you're being absolutely absurd, Bella. You have to tell the police this. Now."

All of a sudden, Edward got up and started walking towards the phone.

"No!" I shouted, getting up and grabbing Edward's arm. He was much stronger than me and I knew he could easily fight me off, but he listened to me… most of the time.

"Bella, you have to."

I furiously shook me head. "No! I don't have to! Edward, you don't know him like I do! You don't know what he'll do! Last time, he beat me up then threw my down a flight of stairs." I knew I probably shouldn't have said that, but I needed to get into Edward's thick skull that Phil was dangerous. So much more than just some other criminal on the run. It wouldn't have been surprising if he was watching my very move right now. Although that was doubtful for he surely would have jumped out and tried to kill us as soon as Edward realized the truth. "I woke up in the hospital after being in a coma for four days, having received several broken bones, blood loss, and a cracked skull. Edward, he isn't to be tested. We need to remain quiet."

"He killed your mother and almost killed you!" Edward said, taking the hand on his arm and pulling me closer. "You can't expect me to just keep quiet about that. True, he's very dangerous, but that's all the more reason to tell the police, Bella. We don't want him hurting anyone else."

He had a point, but I knew that Renee was the first murder he had ever committed, so a part of me reassured myself that he wasn't some kind of serial killer. It was completely stupid thinking, I know, but I just couldn't let Edward make that phone call.

"He will only attack with extreme provocation," I lied, "and this would provoke him. Edward, please. You have to trust me. By telling the police, we would only be making things worse. Phil would figure out they were looking for him, and he would know it was me." That part was the truth. "He would come for me, and you too if he knew that you made that call, and who knows what he would do. What's more, he'd probably kill or hurt other people as a warning for me. His mind works in sick ways, and I don't want to test them."

Edward looked into me eyes, just looking. I could tell he was trying hard to read the emotions in them. I knew that he could see I was telling the truth, for the most part anyway. He sensed the conviction in my words and that Phil really wasn't one to be tested with. That I had been running from him for months and that keeping my mouth shut was how I had been staying alive and unhurt.

He looked back at the phone, then at me, then back at the phone, then at me again. Sighing, Edward looked defeated. I knew he wouldn't completely drop it, I knew he still didn't fully agree with my decision, but he was letting it go… for now. He would surely bring it up in the future, but at least I had won this battle.

"Fine, but I'm only humoring you with this. I can see that Phil is a very dangerous threat if we don't keep quiet, but this isn't over yet, Bella."

I just nodded and mumbled a thank you. Relieved for now.

Edward then pulled me into his arms and I couldn't help but melt into them.

Don't get carried away. It's only a friendly hug of comfort. He still doesn't see you that way.

It hurt to know that was the truth.

Another thought came to me. Something I had almost forgotten.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Especially not Alice and the others." I said quietly into his shoulder.

"Bella, that's ridiculous. They would want to know. They should know."

"They'll insist on calling the police. Knowing Alice, she'd even go behind my back and do it. I-I'll tell them eventually, when I'm ready. Just please don't tell them… yet." I did plan on telling them, just not anywhere in the near future. Probably not for years. But Edward didn't need to know that.

"Fine. But promise me you will when you're ready?"

"I promise."

I hugged him back briefly before quickly pulling myself away. I automatically felt cold and empty without Edward's arms wrapped around me. I looked up to his eyes and saw confusion over my abruptness. He opened his mouth to say something, but I shook me head, signaling him to be quiet.

There was still one more thing I had to do.

I had to now that he knew my secret.

"Edward, know that you know this, we need to stay away from each other. It's only safe. I… I can't be your friend anymore. It isn't safe. Not for you."

"Bella, please don't-"

"Edward, I can't. I need you to be safe and this is the safest way." My voice had become desperate. Why couldn't he understand?!

"Bella, no." Edward's eyes were full of pain and I wanted to wrap my arms around him again, but I didn't. "You can't just expect me to leave you, with this Phil on the loose, completely unguarded, just so I can be safe."

"That's exactly what I expect you to do. So far, no one had been hurt by him because of me and I intent to keep it that way. If that means leaving me unguarded, then so be it."

"Bella, isolating yourself won't help. Please don't do this. You think you're the only one who is allowed to keep the other safe?"

"Edward, no…" but my resolve was weakening. It always did with Edward.

"You can't go through this alone. I won't let you. I don't care if you try to push me away again. I'm not leaving you to be unsafe. I'm not going to run away like a coward to protect myself." He spoke the words with such fierce intensity, that it made me weak in the knees. I didn't collapse, luckily, but I was close to it.

He was right. It was foolish of me to think that after everything that just happened, after everything I just told him, that he would be okay with just walking away from it and leaving me in the danger zone all alone. Edward wasn't that type of person. He would do anything to protect the people he cared about. That was just Edward. I couldn't push him away even if I wanted to, and we all know how much I didn't want that.

I nodded weakly, exhausted from what had happened just now. Despite the fact that we had gone out for breakfast less than two hours ago, I felt like I would be out like a light any minute.

Of course this didn't escape Edward's all-seeing eyes.

"You should go back to sleep. You look exhausted." He suggested.

I shook my head. "I'm not tired." But I yawned, giving away my terrible act.

Edward chuckled, but his eyes were still filled with worry and pain. I allowed him to lead me to my bed without protest. It was a relief to let myself sink between the sheets, letting sleep over take me.

I felt Edward move away and said suddenly, "Stay. Just sit here or something. Please don't go." I didn't know exactly what I was saying, my mind was too tired and fuzzy to register the words, but whatever it was, it made Edward come back and sit next to me on the bed, on top of the covers with his back leaning against the head board.

"Go to sleep, Bella." He said quietly, then started humming an unrecognizable tune. It sounded like a lullaby of sorts. It quickly lulled me to sleep. The last thing I remembered was Edward whispering something too quiet for me to hear as he brushed the hair from my face, and then I was gone to the blackness.

EPOV

It had hurt me so much to see Bella in such pain. She was hurting and the burden of her secret and Phi's threat were destroying her. If there was any way I could make this whole mess go away, believe me, I would without a second thought. Anything to spare Bella pain.

The only thing I could do now was stand by her. I would never let her fall. I would protect her from hurt. I would make sure Phil wouldn't touch her.

Bella's breathing slowed and became even. She was asleep. Good. She looked so worn out; she needed to rest. Especially with what she just did. Letting me in on her secret was hard for her to do, and I'm glad she did.

I gently brushed the hair from her face and whispered, "I love you."

It hurt to know she couldn't hear me.

A/N: Hmm… longer than I thought it would be. So, Hit or Miss?

And here is the special sneak peek of my new story, A Vision Stained with Red. Check out my profile for the full summary.

I already have two stories to handle, so I won't actually be posting the first chapter for this one until AFTER Shadow of the Day is finished. SO, in other words, I probably won't post this story until around Christmas. So here's the prologue and part of the first chapter of this story. Tell me what you think!

SPECIAL SNEAK PEEK:

A Vision Stained with Red

Prologue

It is a common saying that we should always "Live every day as if it were your last".

So, contemplating on the meaning of that saying, I guess it's safe to say it simply means that you never know when you're going to die, so you might as well enjoy every moment of your life to its fullest. Well.

You may not know when you will die, how you will die, or where you will die… but I do.

No, I was not the grim reaper. That guy didn't really exist. At least, I didn't think so. But I definitely wasn't him. I was a normal human being, a teenage girl who, on the outside, looked completely and utterly average.

But I knew better than that.

You would never be able to tell by looking at my boring brown eyes that I could see so much more than anyone else.

The monsters, the things I saw weren't the kind who could walk, talk, growl, or attack you in any way. In fact, they were merely informative. This may sound ridiculous, but I could see numbers.

Not just any numbers. These numbers I saw hovered above every person's head. A series of numbers that, when calculated properly, told me how long said person would live.

Pretty cool, huh?

Actually, no.

For some reason, I was born with this gift, or rather, curse. Before I could even remember, I was seeing these numbers. I saw them every day. Just hovering above peoples' heads, deciding their fate, how much longer they were going to live. It was horrible having to see everyone's life spans, feeling sorrow when you saw someone was going to die young. Sorrow that he or she was going to die at all.

Not to mention that if I saw someone who was going to die in the next 24 hours, I would get a flash vision of their death. I once saw a woman on the street when I was twelve. From her numbers, I could see she was going to die in one hour. I suddenly got a vision of a car colliding with her small body. It wasn't a surprise when her face appeared on the evening news that night.

As you can tell, I hated hospitals. They were full of dying people.

These numbers had become a normalcy for me. I didn't know what it was like to not see them, so I never missed what I never had in the first place.

I expected to see the numbers above every head, they never surprised me. They were just there.

That was, until I met them. They didn't have numbers.

Hi, I'm Bella Swan, and I can see death.

Yeah.

Chapter 1: Somewhere I Belong

My head snapped up from my book when they called my flight. Sighing, I put away my book and stood up, picking up my carry on bag. The terminal was flooded with people, all heading towards different flights, their numbers all a jumbled heap. But I was so used to this that I could tell their death ages right away. The numbers were a second nature to me, so I no longer needed to pause to calculate a person's set of numbers to get his or her death age. All I had to do was look at the numbers, and I knew right away. This made me a whiz in math class. (I know a lot of people don't read prologues, so if you don't understand what she means by numbers, read the prologue!)

69, 75, 74, 81, 77, 46 – Oh, that one isn't very long.

There weren't many people on my flight, which was nice. I was always a loner. Being around a lot of people made me feel uneasy. I wasn't exactly sure why. It just did.

I was always a loner back in my old school in Phoenix. That was where I used to live with my mother and stepfather, Phil.

My fellow students avoided me, labeling me a freak. I was quiet and reserved. I didn't have many friends, if any at all. I think it was because of my curse that people stayed away from me. No one knew about it of course, but it was as if they sensed something was wrong with me, and stayed away. That and the fact I was pretty distant. I hated getting overly close to new people, especially since I knew exactly when they would die. Down to the very hour. It was unnerving.

Not even my own mother, Renee, knew about these numbers. Well, sort of.

When I was four, I spoke to her about them. I was born with this curse so I didn't know as a young kid that normal people didn't see numbers. Renee got worried and a little annoyed I was 'making up' things and told me not to speak of it again. I then figured out that I was the only one who could see these numbers.

The numbers I could handle. What I would never get used to though was the flash visions I saw upon seeing someone who would die in the next 24 hours. I remembered that my first experience with these visions was when I was seven. I saw my neighbour, Dylan. Back then, I hadn't mastered the art of calculating the numbers yet, so I wasn't aware he was going to die in 11 hours. Out of no where I had a vision of him burning, covered with smoke and engulfed in flames. I started screaming and crying. Renee couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. He died in a house fire that night.

I was partly thankful that Forks would be my new home. I was moving there to be with my biological father, Charlie Swan, police chief of Forks, Washington. The town population was just over 3000 people. The number of students in my old high school took up over half that number.

So, it was a bit of a relief that I wouldn't see as many numbers (since there were so little people) and the flash visions of people's oncoming deaths would probably cease to exist.

It was nice to get a relief from the madness of my life. Forks seemed, although dreary and boring, peaceful.

I didn't think I'd run into anything exciting there.

A/N: So there it is! Let me know if you like it! Remember, I won't be posting the first chapter till around Christmas, so in other words, not anytime in the next 3 or so weeks.

Also, I will be incredibly busy, so I apologize in advance if there isn't another update till next week (probably a week from now if I'm unlucky). I'll try to update my other story, Life ain't been no Crystal Stair, tomorrow, but absolutely no guarantees.

So, other than that, REVIEW!!!!!!!!! Show me love and REVIEW!!!!!!!!

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