A friend told me if I didn't update soon that he'd slap me, so to avoid my face from being high fived, here we are. Enjoy ;)

Everything that night went on so…awkward. He never even suspected that I'd punished myself. He had no idea what he was dealing with, and no idea what I was capable of. I could've killed myself with those razors while he was out. That never even crossed his mind. Hilariously, he took me for….normal. Ha. What a stupid man.

I went to sleep, dreading what would happen. I knew it would. But I was starting to hallucinate from the lack of sleep. As soon as my eyes closed, I fell asleep.

Bella was bound tight by rope. She screamed and struggled but couldn't get out of the restraints. It was dark. It was familiar, but different as well. Blood was splattered on the walls and floors like it was part of the wallpaper. She tried to scream but her screams were muffled by a clammy hand that was clamped tight around her mouth. She could feel heavy breaths on her as the man whispered to her, "Shhh…it'll all be over soon…" A syringe came in sight and stuck into her. Her screams became more frantic, and then quickly ceased all together. She couldn't struggle. She couldn't scream. All she could do was watch.

More people came through her front door, with leering grins on. There were words exchanged, but the scent of the blood and whatever was injected in her made her dizzy and lethargic. The lead guy, slowly trailed his hand to her pants and began unbuttoning….she couldn't move. She could only watch as they…they…

I woke with a jump, my eyes shooting open in raw fear. It took me a moment to realize I was screaming and swiftly stopped. I always knew the dream was coming, and it was always the same dream. But it never failed to scare me out of my wits, and knock the wind out of me.

Edward came rushing in, a wild expression on his face. "Bella! What's wrong!? Are you all right!?" He said frantically, his hair tousled and going in every direction. I nodded and even gave a smile to be more convincing.

"I-I'm ok…it happens every night. I'm sorry for disturbing you…" I was going to wake him up every night with this. How stupid was I. Such a bother. He walked over and grabbed my shoulders. That's when I realized I'd been shaking from fear. His soft, green eyes blazed through mine, and I couldn't help but blush. "I'm okay, Edward…really…" I whispered, looking down awkwardly.

"Well, okay Bella…get some sleep." He said in a calm, musical voice. I could only nod and before I had a chance to blink he was gone. I had no idea what just happened. All my fears seemed to go away. Sort of.

It didn't take long to fall back asleep. I was thankful that there were no more dreams for the time being. That was always a plus. When I woke up and went into the kitchen to cook breakfast (it was the least I could do. I mean, the man was letting me stay in his house and he didn't even know me), I peeked into his room. Sparks of warmth flew in my tummy as I looked to the sleeping figure tangled in blankets. His face held a beautiful mask of peace, and it was kind of beautiful. He didn't look like he'd be waking up soon, so I took the opportunity to go into the bathroom and look over the cuts on my wrists, along with making new ones.

Once I was out, I used what was in the kitchen. He didn't have many raw ingredients, so the best I could do was make a small batch of blueberry pancakes, some orange juice, and a pot of coffee. They'd just cooled down when he came in and stared at me, with that same astonished face. He stared at the pancakes, eyes wide "Y-you don't like it…?" I asked softly. I knew this was a stupid idea. And maybe he didn't even like blueberries? 'Stupid, stupid, stupid…' The voice in my head screamed. I believed it too.

"No! I just…thank you! You didn't have to do this!" He exclaimed, looking at the food and now smiling. He took a seat and dug in while I sipped at a cup of coffee, not planning on eating. "After this, go get dressed. I'm going to take you to get some warm clothes." He took in my black sweater, which hand many small holes in it, along with my over worn and faded jeans which I caught a side look of in the trash, "It'll take a while for us to get to the good mall in Port Angeles." I stared at him.

"Um…I don't have any money…" I mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed for myself.

Edward simply looked up and let out a beautiful, melodious laugh, and replied simply, "I know."

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