A/N: This ones a little bit short but I'll be uploading the next chapter later this afternoon so fret not my lovelies! I'm confusing myself with this a little bit because I've written up to chapter 17...so I keep losing track on what I've uploaded and what I haven't and my beta is never around when I need her *sad face*.

As always I do not own Twilight, but I do own a brand new A Day Overdue album with my drawing in the liner notes...yes I was excited :)

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Chapter Twelve: EPOV

My weekend passed without incident. Mostly because I spent most of it sulking in my bedroom.

My mom would come in and check on me and I'd just tell her I was missing home. That shut her right and she'd given up by 5pm on Saturday.

I had to talk to Bella.

I had to explain everything to her. Even if it made me look like a pussy.

What if she hates me now?

That thought upset me than I expected it to. It sent a physical pain ripping through my chest.

Getting ready for school on Monday was easier than it should have been. I really hate Mondays.

But today I might see Bella.

Dressing in my torn jeans and tight V neck t shirt I shrugged on my leather jacket and I was ready.

I ran down the stairs and straight out the door without even checking in the kitchen.

Alice could ride her Porsche today.

I shouldn't be this excited to see her. She wasn't my girlfriend. Fuck, she probably doesn't even like me. Yet here I was acting like a love sick puppy over the possibility I might get to see her.

Jesus Cullen you're whipped.

I made it to the school in record time and yet somehow still a little late. The car park was almost full so I had to pull into the only free space I could find. Next to a rusting red Chevy truck.

It almost defiled my Volvo being so close.

I picked my notebook off the floor. I knew my way round now so a backpack to hold everything was no longer needed. I was making my way to my locker to pick up my Spanish textbook when I saw her.

She was cutting across the quad on her way to class. Her head was down, her hood pulled up and she was limping badly.

No one seemed to notice her as they knocked into her again and again. I watched her struggle for about 20 seconds before I couldn't take it anymore.

"Bella!" I shouted across the quad. She froze, but didn't turn. I jogged up to her all smiles "Hey! How..." The air left my lungs in an instant when she looked up at me.

Holy fuck...

Her lip was cut and very swollen, she had a black eye and a violet bruise reaching from her temple to the top of her cheekbone. I saw the cut on her forehead and it seemed to be healing nicely. The stitches looked horrendous against her skin.

What the fuck had happened to her...?

I looked into her eyes and I was chilled by what I saw. She looked dead. No not dead, there were some emotions in them.

Hurt, Fear, Desperation but mostly just complete desolation.

She looked like someone had given up.

"Bella..." I choked out in a pained whisper, my hand reached up of it's own accord and went to stroke her face.

She shied away from and winced at the sudden movement. Probably broken ribs as well...

"Please..." her voice was raspy "Edward...don't" Her eyes met mine and they shone with tears. She attempted a smile before she turned in the direction of the main school building.

"Wait!" I grabbed her forearm and regretted it when she winced. "Look I'm sorry. But you've got to tell me what the fuck happened Bella?" I loosened my grip on her arm but didn't let go completely.

She looked up at me through her lashes and whispered "Why do you care?"