AN: THANK YOU everyone who reviewed last chapter. This may be my last update for the weekend, I just got a second job so I'll be working 40 hours a week and going to school. But I'll update Friday or Saturday.

~Chapter 12~

Edward POV- July 4, 2010

I woke up with a start and found myself stumbling my way to the bathroom before emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. My body was shaking as I was putting all my weight onto my knees, I could feel my body wanting to give away as I threw up again. My body felt like it was on fire as sweat gathered on my brow. I heard the bathroom door creak open and Esme come in asking me if I was ok. I didn't answer her; I just shook my head no that I was not ok. I wasn't even aware of how close she was to me before she gently ran a hand through my hair resting it on my forehead.

"Edward you're burning up." She said as she moved her hand and started opening draws. I wasn't sure what she was looking for but I heard the water go on and then off. Gently I felt her place a wet washcloth on my forehead and softly running it over my face in an attempt to cool me off.

I got sick four more times with Esme there and each time she would tell me it was ok and that I was going to be fine. After about an hour Esme picked up my medicine bottle and opened it.

"Edward sweetheart?" she gently whispered and waited for me to turn to look at her. "How many of these did you take at one time?"

I started to chew on my bottom lip as tears gathered in my eyes. "I… um, I took four…" the tears started to freely flow as I added. "I'm sorry. I thought it would be ok. I… I um… took it with um… I took two sleeping pills with them…" my now I was crying and my voice was breaking and I wasn't even sure if she could understand me.

"Sweetie, you are not in trouble. But I think I'm going to have to take your pills and monitor you, are you feeling any better son?" The tears just started to flow more when she called me son and gently put her hand on my face. In that moment I felt almost loved, Elizabeth's touch was never gentle like this. I was still crying and a part of me wanted to hug Esme to feel more of her gentle touch. But I didn't, I couldn't.

What if this was all an act?

What if Carlisle and Esme were really like Elizabeth and Phil?

I couldn't let myself trust them too much; my mother's words still haunted me. I could now see that she was right and that I had been replaced, they loved Emmett and Alice and I was just a bother to them. They didn't want me, no one wanted me. That's when I pushed her away, rejecting her gentle touch. She looked slightly hurt when I looked at her, but she didn't try to touch me again, instead she got up from her spot on the floor.

"Dinner will be in about an hour are you feeling well enough to join us? Or would you prefer to be left alone?" She sounded unsure as she asked and I wasn't sure what the correct answer would be. I nervously ran my hand through my hair as I thought about the correct answer. "I, I…. want to eat dinner with… With your family."

As she left I thought I heard her say something about it being my family too, but I couldn't be sure if I heard her correctly.

When I stepped out of the bathroom I noticed my crutches leaning against the wall. I was grateful to see them there and I was almost sure that Esme must have placed them there. I went to my room and opened my closet figuring I should get dressed, seeing as my clothes were wrinkled and messed up from sleeping in them. The clock in my room read 6:20 and Esme told me dinner would be around seven, I contemplated taking a shower after I grabbed clean clothes. Deciding that a shower would be the best I balanced my clean clothes and hobbled on my crutches back to the bathroom. I had only been out of the bathroom for fifteen or so minutes but Esme had been in there and the evidence of me getting sick earlier was completely washed away. I silently thanked Esme as I started the shower and after checking that the door was locked I started to take off all my layers of clothing.

The warm water felt good running down my slowly healing body as I gently washed myself with the prescription soap Carlisle get me that would help me heal he said. I'm not sure how long I was in the shower but by the time I stepped out the entire mirror was fogged up and thankfully I couldn't see myself in it as I dried myself off and started the routine of covering up all evidence of my scars. Taking a deep breath I headed out the door and down the stairs, Carlisle had just gotten home by the look of things and smiled at me when I walked in.

AN: yes another short chapter but I'm trying to get them out of the way and get into the actual j/e part of it. I will be doing Jasper POV in the next chapter promise. As always please review they make me happy and encourage me to write more.