.A/N: Happy Ramadan for all you Muslims out there. Sorry for taking my time but if you've ever been in Egypt during Ramadan you'd understand why lol. No time for babble, I know you want the chappy. So…Enjoy!

Recap:

I cried and cried that night. I had fallen and the side of my face had hit the ground but it never made me stop. I was crying out the weakness in me, to be strong for her. To leave her. To hurt her. To die.

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Fight

I promise to take away

All the pain that made you fade

I promise to stay

And make up for every mistake I ever made

EPOV

"Edward…" I heard a whisper pull me out of my head. I was shaking from head to toe. But I would have been worse if it wasn't for Damien's help. I didn't feel like I was going to break down, I just felt very tired. I was… sad… that was what I could say of what I was feeling, even if it was an understatement… it was true.

"Yes, Damien." I answered quietly staring at my hands that were lifelessly lying on my crossed legs.

"What you did was hard… but… wrong…" he whispered cautiously.

I lifted my eyes slowly to meet his, feeling confused and a little hurt. He wasn't the first to tell me this, but didn't anyone see it from my side?

"Edward, you can't make decisions for the both of you. Even if you meant well, Bella has her own mind and she knows what she wants. She has the right to think, say and do what she desires. It won't do you any good to control her decisions that way."

"Control?!" I picked the word in surprise. Control? Me? I was her slave! She could do whatever she wished with me. And he says I control?

His gaze turned pleading as he whispered softly, "please don't get me wrong. But… tell me something… what does it mean to control someone?"

"To take their will away or force them to do something they do not want," I answered automatically.

He nodded slowly, not breaking my gaze. "Okay. Do you really think that you didn't force Bella to do what you thought was right?"

"Oh," was all I said. The silence seemed never-ending as I thought over what he had said. He was right. I did not give Bella a choice. I forced her into my version of right.

"So you see. All you had to do was talk to her. Tell her how you felt and she would have found a way to make you feel better. Talk with her Edward. You need to learn how to talk."

He was right again. I needed to learn to talk to Bella. Maybe if I learned how to do that it would stop all this useless pain... but there was one question.

"How?" I whispered helplessly.

He smiled sadly, and said, "by being honest. Tell her everything and trust me, when she sees that kind of courage from you she'll do the same. That's her cure, you know," he added.

"Really?"

"Yes. She's not really paralyzed. It's just that her subconscious doesn't want her to walk. All she needs is to talk honestly and to be happy."

"I'm trying to make her happy," I mumbled pathetically.

"And it's working. Some of her walls are starting to fall. I can see that. But she's still scared." He leaned in a little and his golden eyes met my almost black ones, "she won't admit it, but she's still afraid you will leave again. It's not in her hands. It's a normal human reaction."

"You're right," I whispered as I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall of the wooden closet.

"What do you feel like doing now?" he whispered, sounding concerned.

"I do not know. I just want to sit like this and think about her. I've been in pain for too long…" I breathed without opening my eyes.

"Would you like me to leave you alone?"

"No!" I said almost at once. No, I did not want to be alone. I've had enough of feeling lonely.

"I'll stay," he whispered, and put a hand on mine as emphasis.

--

After two hours of silence and comforting, I ended up in the protective embrace of my older brother. I felt so small in his embrace and I liked it. He was almost like a father to me.

"How are you feeling now?" he whispered.

I smiled, "much better. Thank you."

"You're most welcome, bro," he said with a short chuckle.

Dingling…dingling…

I heard and felt his cell phone ring. I pulled away from Damien as he reached in his pocked to pull out his cell phone. He glanced at the caller ID and nodded absentmindedly.

"Hey Char!" he said casually.

Charlie!

"Hello Damien. How are you?" I heard him say.

"Fine, fine," he said with a small smile.

"And how's Bella?"

"Better than ever," he assured him.

I heard some arguing on the other side of the phone and it sounded like there was a female.

"Damien! Damien! I want to talk to Bella. Please!" the woman said, her voice almost pleading.

"Renee, calm down. She's sleeping now and I'm not beside her," he said but his voice was firmer than before when he talked to her.

"Can I talk to her when she wakes up?"

"I don't think that's a good idea Renee. You know that," his voice was getting stronger and I was getting more and more confused. He looked at me and the look in his eyes said that he would explain later.

Charlie then took control of the phone.

"Damien, tell me the truth. Is he treating her right or is he making things worse?"

"He knows I'm here?" I mouthed to Damien in shock.

Damien nodded. "On the contrary Char. She's progressing. She hasn't had a seizure in two days."

"Well that's good, I guess…" Charlie sighed in what sounded like relief.

"Don't worry Char. If anything happens I'll tell you."

"Thank you Damien."

"You're welcome. Goodbye."

"Bye."

Damien clicked off and put the phone back in his pocket. He met my confused eyes and didn't need me to tell him to explain.

"Charlie calls me every two days to make sure Bella's alright," he explained.

I was shocked. I knew that underneath the awkward police officer was a real father who loved his daughter and worried about her but I did not think that he would have that kind of reaction.

"But what happened with her mother?" I've been wondering about that for a while now.

"Promise me you won't tell her I told you."

"I promise." I vowed.

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"Hmmm," Bella hummed as I wrapped my arms around her sleeping self. She hugged me tighter and buried her face in my chest as she mumbled sleepily, "I was wondering when you'd come back."

I smiled sadly as I kissed her forehead. "Sorry I'm late, love."

She yawned, "no worries. Just don't go again, I miss you too much."

I chuckled, "sleep now, love. We can talk tomorrow."

I pushed her hair away from her face and stroked it lovingly.

" 'Kay…" She sighed as I started humming her lullaby for her.

Tomorrow we would talk and sort what needed to be sorted. Tomorrow I'd try to make her forget the vile things her mother told her. Tomorrow I'd erase the mistakes her mother had made but before erasing hers, I'd erase mine.

I spent the night staring at her peaceful form; touching her hair, playing with it, stroking her cheek, tucking her in… I found the need to prove to myself that this angel really did love me and really did want me.

I thought back to the words between me and Damien as I stared at Bella. What was ironic is that when I decided to talk to Bella, I had decided to let her make all the decisions; to always give her a choice, but then I ended up doing the other way round. How she took me back after all that, I did not know.

But now, I needed to talk to her. Talking to her would help me get rid of all the pain inside me once and for all. But how? What could I say? I'm sorry I deceived you????

I sighed aloud. "How are you bearing being with me, Bella? I'm so annoying!" I groaned aloud.

"You're not that bad," she whispered. I looked at her startled.

"Do you always wake up whenever I talk?" I wondered since she did that once before.

She smiled, "you move a lot when you think. It wakes me up."

"Oh," I breathed, "sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," she assured as she pushed herself up with her arms before I could help. "What's this about?" she sighed and folded her arms over her chest.

"We could talk tomorrow," I said, half concerned of sleep deprivation and half delaying. But then I remembered, give her choices! "If you'd rather sleep," I added quickly.

She raised an eyebrow at my hesitant tone. "Nope. Vampires don't sleep and vampires are not better than humans. So I'm not sleeping too!" and she stuck her tongue out.

I laughed, "Damien's a bad influence on you."

She smirked, "Emmet is worse."

I mocked horror, "oh no. Not Emmet!"

"Oh yes, and if you do not talk now you'll be the laughing stock of the century," she glared mockingly.

I smiled, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Am I forgiven now?"

She smiled and nodded, "Yes you are. Now tell me."

I wrapped an arm around her and tucked her to my side as I started, "I talked with Damien today."

"Really? Let me guess, he opened up to you about Rosalinda." She said softly.

"You're good." I said with a chuckle, "yes he did but that's not the only thing that happened."

She cocked her head to the side a little.

"We talked about you and me. What I did wrong and how I could fix things."

"What you did wrong?" she repeated in a whisper. "What did you do?"

"I left you."

She rolled her eyes, "I thought we were over that. You were trying to keep me safe."

"That's the problem."

"Huh?"

I sighed. "I should've talked with you first. I should've told you my perspective and heard yours so we could discuss it. If I had done that I would have saved us both the pain."

Bella opened her to protest but then closed it again. Now what can I say when he puts it that way? She thought.

I chuckled, "I can hear your thoughts by the way." Damien had said honesty was required.

Her eyes were wide. "You can?!" Oh my God! Now he's going to hear exactly how incoherent he makes me. How embarrassing is that?!

I smiled kindly, "yes. It's one of the things I gained after touching Damien for the first time."

Great, he gets a brother and a way into my mind. Perfect!

I held back another chuckle and hugged her tightly to me. "We need to talk Bella. I need to be honest with you and you need to be honest with me."

"I am honest with you. You know everything about me now," she said with a startle.

"No, not everything. There's still one thing." One thing that I already knew, but from Damien, and I wanted her to tell me. I wanted to help her get over it.

"What's that?" she asked, confused.

"What happened with your mother, Bella?" I asked softly, hugging her tighter to keep her together because I knew the question was hard.

"No." She whispered at once but did not look at me.

"Bella, please…"

"No." But I realized something. She wasn't refusing. She was fighting. Memories were flooding in her head and she was fighting their pain.

"Bella, calm down. I…." But I never made it till the end of the sentence.

"No!" She screamed as her hands flew up to the sides of her head.

And then… Her seizure overtook her…

A/N: Dun Dun Daaaaa! What happened with her mother???? You'll soon know :P:P:P:P:P BIG THANKS TO MY BETA MEGHAN (dragonangeleyes)!!

Terry: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU lol, I'll make it a song for you.

Harry Albus Potter Dumbldore: so glad you do. Thank you!