This chapter is going to be longer, I think lol. I am just gonna write or type I guess until my heart is content. Several people guessed very closely and correctly about will happen at the photo shoot. I will try to make sure to mention all the names, but if I miss any, just let me know and I will make sure to mention them in the next chapter. Here we go! I hope you enjoy it!

The rest of the week went quickly, mostly due to the fact I woke up Thursday morning feeling like shit. I called into work and took a sick day. I threw up a total of twelve times that day.

When I woke up Friday morning, I wasn't feeling any better. I hadn't managed to keep any food down that I had ate since Wednesday night. I was very relieved to have the day off without having to use another sick day.

I made my way out to the couch and flopped down with my blanket, pillow, and remote. I flipped on an episode of Tom and Jerry since it was early morning and nothing that was worth a shit was on. It was about fifteen minutes into the show when I remember how funny this damn cat and mouse were. I was laughing my ass off and for a moment I felt a little better. That was until my phone rang.

It was Jacob. I hadn't talked to him since last Friday night when we went out. I instantly got sick to my stomach with guilt. I gulped as I reached for my phone.

"Hey Jakers." My voice cracked. I wasn't sure if it was because of nerves or because I had a sore throat to go along with my massive puking streak.

"Hey Bells. Uh, don't take this wrong, but you sound horrible sweetheart."

"I'm sick. I had to skip work yesterday, but luckily the office is closed today, so I don't have to use another sick day."

"I'm sorry. I would come take care of you, but the trip got extended. I won't be coming home tomorrow. I have to stay for another week yet."

"Damn. I miss you Jakers. Why do you have to stay?"

"I have to stay because my boss...is a jackass."

"Why did you pause like that?" I chuckled. He cracked me up.

"Making sure my boss wasn't around. I snuck into the hall so I could call you."

"You rebel."

"You know it!"

"Do I need to beat your bastard of a boss up so you can come home now?"

"No you don't have to do that Bella. And besides, you would have to fly to Colorado first."

"But I feel like kicking someone's ass!"

"You are sick! How in the world do you think you could kick someone's ass?"

"I could kick your ass."

"Don't kid yourself Bells." He laughed.

"Meany."

"Oh wow meany. I'm scared!"

"You should be."

"Nah. Your fairly harmless."

"I could do some serious damage if I wanted to."

"That's probably true."

"What day do you get to come home next week then?"

"Saturday afternoon."

"I'll be waiting."

"As will I."

"I'll let you go. You need to get back to work."

"Fine...I will try to call you this weekend sometime. Get to feeling better."

"Trust me, I will try to feel better."

"Alright, I gotta go. I love you."

"I love you too."

"See ya soon."

"Bye Jakers."

I heard the line go dead and hit my end button. Tears began to swell up in my eyes. It killed me to hear how happy and loving Jake had been. I felt like I wasn't giving him what he deserved. I tried to hold my tears back and failed.

I was balling my eyes out at this point and sobbing. Whenever I attempted to settle my tears, I just started dry sobbing. I sat on my couch in my high school sweat-shirt and sweat-pants crying and wiping my nose on a tissue. I was a complete and total mess. The guilt was eating me alive. There was nothing I could do about it either.

I didn't know why I continued to cry for so long, but every time I thought I was done, a new wave of emotion hit me. A vision of Jake would pop in my head and I immediately became upset again.

I'm not sure how long I sat there crying, but I knew it had been quite a long amount of time. It was only when I heard a knock on my door that I broke out of my trance.

I threw my blanket to the floor and wiped my nose once more on one of the many tissues that had piled up on my coffee table. I tossed my hair up in a pony-tail and furiously pushed the tears off my face.

"One second!" I yelled as I ran towards the door.

I yanked the door open and my jaw dropped. Edward was standing at my door with a bouquet of pink roses in one hand and a thermos in the other.

"Hey."

"What...What are you doing here?" I choked out. My voice sounded even worse than when I had been on the phone with Jake.

"Angela said you called in sick yesterday. I wanted to check on ya. Make sure you were ok."

"How, what, but, you, and, me, why?"

"Is that an invitation to come in?"

I nodded my head and stepped aside. I closed the door behind him as he set the thermos on the counter. I was utterly confused, upset, and felt like shit. I was a wreck.

"I brought you some chicken noodle soup. It's my mom's homemade recipe."

"Thanks."

I stood frozen by the door. I didn't know what to do or how to act. I had been crying non-stop one second, and the next, Edward is here with soup. Soup? For real? I am majorly confused.

Edward walked over to me and put his hands on my face. I looked up through my tear soaked eye lashes and sniffled.

"Bella, are you alright?" The look of concern on his face and the caring tone of his voice threw me over the edge. The tears began to pour out of my eyes and I wrapped my arms around his abdomen. I cried into his chest as he rubbed his hands up and down my back.

I honestly can't remember how long we stood there like that, but I do recall him scooping me up and carrying me to the couch. I continued crying as he held me on the couch. I was clinging to his shirt tightly and I was positive that it would be drenched in my tears by the time I stopped crying like a baby.

I finally felt my eyes become dry and I sniffed. I raised my head up off of Edward's chest and looked up into his eyes. He brushed a stray piece of hair that had fell out of my pony-tail behind my ear.

"I'm sorry." My voice sounded like the definition of shit. It was weak, scratchy, and barely audible.

"Why are you apologizing Bella?"

"Because I've been crying on you for who knows how long and you don't even know why I'm crying."

"Does it matter if I know why you're crying? I know you're upset. That's enough reason to let you cry without questioning you."

"I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"I can be a sweet person."

"Maybe."

"If you don't mind me asking though, why were you crying?"

"It's difficult to explain because I don't even understand it myself."

"That's fine. Forget I said anything. I take it you were crying before I got here though?" He pointed at the mountain of tissues on the coffee table.

"Oh that's gross. I should throw those away." I went to get up, but Edward held me in place on his lap.

"Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Edward..what time is it?"

"It's about...one thirty." He said while glancing at his watch.

"Holy shit! What time did you get here?"

"Around eleven thirty."

"I cried on you for two hours?"

"Apparently."

"I had been crying for probably two hours before you got here then."

"Whoa. What could possibly upset you so much?"

"It's nothing."

"It must be something if you have cried about it for four hours."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Fine, but you need to eat."

"I haven't been able to keep anything down since Wednesday night. I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Bella, your stomach is growling. It's worth a shot."

I noticed the vicious growl of my stomach and blushed. That was embarrassing shit dude.

"Maybe just a little soup wouldn't hurt."

"That a girl."

He picked me up before he placed me back on the couch.

"I'll be right back. Try to relax."

"Yes Dr. Cullen."

"That's my father!" He yelled as he disappeared into the kitchen. I shook my head and pulled my blanket up around me. I skillfully chucked the remote at the TV and managed to hit the off button on the TV itself.

"What the hell was that? Bella? Did you injure yourself?"

"Cool your jets amigo. All is good."

He reappeared with a tray that had a bowl in the center of it and a glass of water in the top right corner.

"You are sure you aren't injured?"

"I am sure."

"Alright." He handed me a spoon and sat down next to me. I ate a few spoonful of soup and tried not to moan. It was that good of soup ladies and gentlemen. Moan worthy. Very moan worthy.

"This is legit shit buddy boy."

"Ha, I'm so glad."

"Mmm. You should be."

I polished off the whole bowl and my glass of water. Edward took my tray back to the kitchen and came back with a fresh glass of water. I pointed at the coffee table, silently telling him to put it on the table.

As soon as he plopped down on the couch, I crawled over to him and cuddled into his side. I rested my head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around me and swung my legs across his.

"Feeling better."

"A little bit."

"Good."

"Don't you have better things to be doing on your day off?"

"Nope. And besides, the rest of my weekend is jammed packed."

"Oh really? What do you have to do this weekend?"

He looked like he was thinking about it before he responded.

"Nothing at all."

What a turd muncher.

"Wow, you really are busy!"

"I am. Actually, all I have to do this weekend is baby-sit my cousin's dog."

"What's its name?"

"Brittney, she's a beagle."

"Aw! I love beagles!"

"They're okay I guess. My cousin dresses her in skirts and stuff though."

"And what is wrong with skirts."

"Nothing if they are mini-skirts and are on a two legged creature."

"Oh so you don't mind kangaroos in skirts then?"

"I meant humans."

"Like guys? You like boys in skirts? I'm telling Alice!" I reached for my phone, but he yanked me back into his chest. I was giggling like a three year old and he was shaking his head.

"I like girls in skirts. Not guys. Just girls. Preferably you."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because you look pretty damn hot in skirts. Especially those tight ones you wear to work."

"You mean pencil skirts?"

"Yeah those things. Damn hot stuff right there."

"What great charm you have."

"I have very good charm?"

"Is that a fact?"

"Why yes, it is."

We were looking straight into each others eyes and for a second I thought he was going to break the eye contact. I wsa correct. He broke the eye contact and swapped it for lip contact.

I placed my right hand on his cheek and leaned closer to him.. His hand went to the small of my back as my arms wrapped around his neck. These kisses were even slower than the ones in the elevator. I loved them though.

We kept on kissing and kissing for quite some time. That is until a bird hit the mother effing window.

"Damn birds."

For once, I agree with Edward.

We sat there together in silence for a long time. It was nice to just be held and forget about all my worries. I swear, in his arms, all my problems seemed to evaporate into thin air.

"This is definitely not how I had planned to spend my day off of work."

"How did you plan on spending the day before you got sick?"

"I was gonna go visit Charlie. I haven't seem him in several weeks."

"Do you go see him often?"

"Not as often as I should. It makes me feel bad. I try to go and see him, but I always seem to find a reason why I can't go."

"At least you try to go see him. It's the effort that should count." For some reason I detected a meaning behind what Edward said. Was he implying that he didn't make the effort to go see his parents?

"I try to look at it that way. And then there's my mom. I haven't seen her since Christmas and its mid April."

"Where's your mom at? I guess I don't know much about your family. I moved out before you moved here."

"How much do you know about my family?"

"I know your dad is Charlie Swan. Other than that, nothing."

"Well, I was born here in Forks. My mom and dad got married straight out of high school and mom was pregnet in less than a year. She decided to skip college and stay home with me. That was until I was a year and a half old."

"What happened then?"

"My mom, Renee, wanted more in life. She packed me up and left."

"Oh."

"We moved to Phoenix and that's where I grew up."

"So did either of your parents ever re-marry?"

"Charlie hasn't. Mom re-married a guy named Phil when I was eleven."

"What's he like?"

"Phil?"

"Yeah."

"He's nice. It was just awkward for me since I grew up in a household without a dad. That's why I moved here whenI turned sixteen. Well that, and the fact that mom missed Phil when he traveled."

"That was an extremely grown-up decision for you to make at that age."

"I guess so. I just hated seeing her unhappy. I felt like it was my fault."

"It wasn't your fault."

"It felt like it."

"Is that the only reason you came back to Forks?"

I remained silent. I didn't like to talk about the real reason why I had made the move to Forks my sopomore year. I didn't know how Edward picked up on that. The only other person beside Jake that knew was, well Alice. Alice is Edward's sister, so I guess they must think alike.

I stared straight at the wall as I got lost in the in memory lane.

"Bella?"

"What?"

"Are you gonna answer me?"

"What did you ask me?"

"What's the real reason you moved to Forks?"

"I don't like to talk about it."

"Alright. But its good to talk about things that make you uncomfortable."

I snuggled into Edward's arms more and fist my hands around his t-shirt.

"I dated this guy shortly before I moved to Forks. His name was James. He was the guy every girl wanted. Captain of the football team and he was only a junior. He had long blond hair that he kept in a low pony-tail and ice blue eyes. He was the image of a bad boy. James got every girl he wanted, when he wanted."

"Continue. I mean, if you want to of course."

"James started showing interest in me and I fell head over heels for him. We started dating during the middle of the football season. He let me wear his extra jersey on games days and gave me his class ring. We spent all our free time together. We had been dating for about four months when I went over to his house to meet him before we were gonna go to a movie. He told me that the door would be open and just to come on in when I got there. I walked in and found him with this girl in my grade, named Ally on his couch. She ran out of his house when she saw I was there. I asked James how he could do that to me, but he just brushed it off like it was nothing. I tried to break up with him then and there, but he..he.."

I started stuttering. I hated talking about this part of the story. The memories were too painful.

"He what?"

"He...slapped me."

"He slapped you?" Edward sounded like he was trying to contain his anger.

"Across the face. I was so shocked that I just stood there. He told me we would be over when he said we were over. He drove me home and that was the end of it for a while. He apologized and I forgave him. Everything went back to normal. Then a few weeks later, he was over at my house. Mom and Phil were gone for the weekend, so we were alone there that night. He kissed me and I was fine with that until he tried to unbutton my pants. I told him no, that I wasn't ready. He told me that wasn't my decision to make. I got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. He followed me."

"What happened then?"

"We started yelling at each other. He kept coming closer to me. He tried to kiss me and I told him no. That was a bad choice, because he punched me in the eye. While I was distracted by the pain, he started to get my pants undone again. I realized what he was doing and I tried to push his hand away. That proved to be an even worse choice."

"Why was that a worse choice?"

"Cause he pulled out his pocket knife and slashed it across my arm. I don't take blood well, and I was getting kind of weak to my stomach. He kept on trying to do what he wanted to me, but I kept jerking before he could. He took the knife then and dug it into my upper right thigh. James laughed, he like causing pain. I fell to the floor and he kick me in the rib cage. The last memory I have before he walked out was him saying that it wasn't over yet. I passed out on the kitchen floor. I had forgot that early that day that Jacob was coming down to Phoenix to visit for a few days. I walk up in my bed and Jake had a cold wash rag on my head. Jake asked me what happened, but he already knew. I guess right when James was walking out of the house, Jake was walking in. Jake was only sixteen at the time, and James was seventeen, but Jacob was a lot taller and more muscular. Apparently he scared the shit out of James. We got a restraining order against James, but that didn't keep him from trying to get to me. He was obsessed."

"So if he kept coming around, what did you do?"

"At first, nothing. But then he broke into my room one night. He threatened to hurt me if I didn't come with him then and there. I screamed and Mom ran into my room with a gun. The only type of technology she has ever been able to work. Charlie taught her. James jumped out my window. We decided that night that I needed to leave and not let James have a clue of where I was going. We packed my bags and went to the airport. We called Charlie when I got to the airport in Phoenix to give him the details and I caught the first flight to Seattle."

"That's horrible. I'm sorry Bella."

"It's not your fault. It still scares me sometimes though, because mom says James hasn't gave up looking for me yet."

"What a sick bastard."

"Tell me about it."

"You must have been terrified when you came here."

"I was. The only guy I trusted was Jacob."

"It makes sense why you would have trouble trusting guys after that."

"Yup."

"Thank you for telling me that."

I nodded my head and felt tears I didn't know were rolling down my cheeks. Edward held me tighter and kissed me on the top of the head.

The rest of the day I spent with Edward, was a blur. I returned to work on Monday feeling much better and refreshed. I was stoked about the photo shoot Friday and didn't think the week would go fast enough, but it did.

I walked into work Friday morning to see that what Aro had said was true. There was barely anyone there. I went to Aro's office and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

"Hey Aro!"

"Bella dear! I am so very excited for this shoot! How are you on this lovely morning?" Aro stood and walked to where I stood by the door.

"I am great Aro. I can't wait to get started."

"Excellent! You can go head to your dressing room. The garment bags are labeled with numbers of which order I would like you to put on first."

"Alright!"

I made my way to my dressing room in the photo shoot studio. When I entered, I saw there were ten garment bags. I unzipped the first bag and decided I was fairly comfortable with what it was. Inside was a light pink silk bra and a matching pair of panties.

I got changed and fixed my hair and make-up accordingly. Soft curls, natural eye make-up, and light pink lip gloss. I slipped on my white robe and headed out to where the camera was set up. I saw a black back drop that had the words, The new Raina line, in light pink text.

There next to the camera was Aro, the photographer, Pierre. And Edward?

What the flying cow piss backwards and jumping on an elephant is he doing here? I stormed over to where they were standing and tapped Aro on the shoulder.

"What is he doing here?"

"He is the supervisor for the photo shoot of the new line. I have a meeting out of town that I simply have to attend!"

"But, but, but?"

Aro waved as he headed back to the main office.

I turned and glared at Edward who had a giant smirk on his face. I was going to make him pay.

I had not intended to end it here, but I have been working on this in my spare time for several days and I was afraid I won't get it up tonight if I didn't stop here because I have a long ways to go with the photo shoot. I didn't want to make you guys wait any longer for this chapter. I hope you liked it! Please feel free to leave your thoughts or suggestions in a review! Thanks for reading and reviewing! :)