When I woke up, I was at home in my bed. I was no longer in my vomit covered clothes. I highly doubt that my dad or Edward would have cleaned me up and changed my clothes. That means that Alice was here. I pushed myself up on my elbows and started looking around. There in the corner, in the rocking chair was Edward. I suddenly felt horrible for the way I had treated him. I just couldn't let myself think about any of this anymore. I had to lock this whole horrible thing with the newborns and Victoria and Jacob up with all of the other blocked out memories from my life and throw away the key.

We both sat there staring at each other for a long moment. I finally spoke.

"Edward, I am really sorry for how I reacted earlier."

He smiled a very sympathetic smile at me before coming over to hold me.

"Love, that was yesterday, after being unconscious for 3 days I really didn't expect you to sleep for the 14 hours that you just slept." he smiled my favorite crooked smile. My heart melted. How could I have been so mad at him earlier? Right, all that it now locked away.

"What happened when I was out?" I asked

He looked down, staring at his hands, "Well, what was the last thing that you remember?"

I thought for a second, "Um, I remember Alice launching herself at Rosalie."

He busted out into a fit of laughter. It startled me, but I just looked at him, waiting patiently.

He was talking in between laughter now, "Well, …. Good thing our kind can be put back together…. Because Alice ripped Rose's arm off and started beating her ….with her own arm…ahahha."

My eyes were huge now. Oh my gosh, sweet little tiny pixie- like Alice had done that to Rosalie.

"Exactly how do you put her back together?" I asked curiously.

He raised one eyebrow, clearly debating on whether or not he should tell me. "Well you have to set it just like you do with a broken bone and Carlisle had to put a half body cast on her until the venom fixed it."

"What if it was turned the wrong way? Would it grow back together like that?

Once again he started laughing. I looked at him puzzled.

"Well, Alice actually tried to do that when she was helping Carlisle but Emmett caught her." he chuckled once more. "After all of that, nothing really happened. We told your father that Billy had called Carlisle asking if anything would be done, Billy wanted Carlisle to turn um.. Jacob.. So he would still be here, but it was too late."

He looked up at me to make sure I was still okay. I kept my poker face on. And waited for him to continue.

"So we told Charlie that Billy called Carlisle and then when we got back home that we told you, so that's how you knew what happened." He stopped, thinking that was all I wanted to know.

"So what did happen?" I kept my poker face, it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be, I just kept that key thrown away.

Once again he looked down and started talking, "Well you already know that a newborn was hiding and Leah was being stupid and Jacob pushed her out of the way but couldn't defend himself. The newborn grabbed him and crushed the majority of bones in his body, both lungs were punctured, and his heart was bruised." he paused and looked up to make sure I was alright. I just reached out and gently caressed his face. Then he pulled up to start talking again. "The story that your dad and everyone else knows is different though. Everyone thinks that he was on his motorcycle and crashed into a tree and went flying off and hit another tree" Of course, the stupid motorcycles, my dad would definitely believe that.

I looked up to see him looking at me waiting for me to start crying again. Instead I grabbed his face and started kissing him passionately. He followed with me. His tongue was memorizing my mouth he repeatedly traced his tongue along my lips, my teeth and was massaging my tongue with his own. I decided that this the right time. This was the right way to make me forget everything that had just happened. I slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled back looking hesitant. Then he started kissing me again, even more fierce. He slowly pulled back and lifted my thin t shirt over my head. Then he breathed deeply as if he was trying to calm himself.