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What happened last chapter:

Edward…

The pain threatened to overwhelm me, I hugged my knees closer to my chest.

The feeling I felt was not fear nor dread.

It was far worse. It alone could ruin everything.

The feeling I had was more powerful than I'd ever felt before, it gripped me, holding me, bounding me where I lay. It was far worse than hatred, far more irrational than fear, far more lethal than horror.

Desire.

The most deadly thing of all.

***

Hiding the Hidden Truth.

My face was swathed in cotton; buried in my pillows, my head sandwiched in between them, whilst I desperately waited for sleep to take me under its peaceful wing. But unfortunately, it did not… I lay spread eagled across my bed, unable to sleep. My head filled with too much information, too many thoughts, too much of everything.

I gave up my pitiable attempt at sleep; it clearly wasn't working.

I tried to figure out what I knew, from what I suspected.

Number 1: I knew the Cullens were vampires.

Number 2: I knew all about Bella's past.

Number 3: I suspected that Alice's visions had been to do with me.

All of this ended up to me still feeling totally and utterly: useless. I was pathetic. Weak. Human. Why did that word sound so ugly compared to vampire, why did I feel the need to see Edward, to hear his velvet voice, to see his face…

But I couldn't think about him now, doing so would prevent me trying to decipher Bella's confusing past, so detailed and intricate. It had all hit me so quickly. I was shocked at my reactions over the past few days. Both times in which I had experienced my gift, I had either fainted or came very close to doing so. This had never happened before, normally the thoughts would hit me but I would merely stay still, looking silly; but fainting-no, I'd never done that.

Bella's past was so detailed, even though it had came at me so quickly and un-expectantly, I could still remember every aspect, every single element of it was locked up in my mind, which was now suffering because of it.

Bella was besotted with Edward, this much was certain. Her thoughts and memories did not do justice to his presence, Edward was so much more than what Bella could see, the devotion in his eyes when he looked at her, the way he moved around her, forever careful, forever proving his adoration.

The knot in my stomach twisted painfully.

Bella had been through a lot, there was no point in denying this factor. She had struggled, so far, with two sadistic vampires. James and Victoria. I did feel sympathy for Bella, the pain she had experienced, emotions she had had felt and guilt. But, at the same time my other emotion towards Bella, albeit irrational, was stronger and it boiled inside me, igniting a fire.

Rage.

I was angry at her. For what she was doing to Edward. She loved Jacob, and yet still loved Edward and could not choose. Did she not realise how much pain and remorse they would both feel if either found out about the other? Did she not realise how much Edward had done for her, how much he cared about her, how much he would do for her, in order to keep her safe?

And she was throwing it all back in his face - just like she had done to Angela, honestly, she was hanging out with a werewolf for crying out loud!

Yes, it was true that, I didn't know much about the matter of werewolves and their self control. So, maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to judge them. But still, from what I had seen through Bella's memories, it didn't look too safe; Emily's face, loomed in front of my eyes. I shivered slightly. No, I don't think being a round a werewolf is exactly the safest thing to do.

But, then again, vampires aren't exactly renowned for being cuddly, are they?

I looked at the clock, it was 12:00pm, midnight; the darkest hour and yet I still didn't feel tired, on the contrary, I felt wide awake.

One of Bella's memories flew at me then. And I was scared; surprised; and very shocked all at the same time.

The meadow.

Edward's and Bella's meadow: the beautiful place in Bella's memory that had been so enchanting, and perfect, where Edward had stared at Bella and she had stared back. The diamonds showering off his skin, he was so perfect, so happy so (I though about Jacob,) …easily deceived.

But, none the less, it was exactly the same.

My picture in Art, the meadow, eerie and dark, filled with mystery and hidden secrets. Naturally there had been one big difference between the meadow in my picture and the one in Bella's mind. In Bella's memory, the meadow had been beautiful, intense and perfect, Edward had been beautiful, content and whole.

In my drawing however; the meadow had not been happy and bright. Beautiful yes, enchanting and intriguing, yes, but perfect? No. The only perfection had been Edward, even though sadness had filled his features. He had looked different, remorseful and filled with despair, not whole. It didn't take a genius to guess the difference between them, the perfect meadow had a happy Edward. The one I had drawn had had a sad Edward. The difference was: Bella.

Edward could only, would only be happy with Bella by his side.

But still, why had I drawn it? I did not possess the future like gift that Alice had, but, how did I draw the meadow. There was no mistaking between the two, both were alike, merely shown in different light. The one with Bella in; was in daylight, dawn. The one without Bella; was in nightfall, midnight.

I had never been to the meadow. But now, I wanted to. Desire gripped me again, I needed to see it with my own eyes, convince myself this was not all a dream.

If it was a dream, I was sure of one thing: I did not want to wake up.

With these thoughts still swimming in my mind, I drifted of into an uneasy sleep; where my dreams were filled with fire and ice, two opposing forces each destroying the other, leaving only destruction in their path…

***

I woke up, looked across at my clock and mentally kicked myself. 7:30 am: damn, I'd overslept!

My eyes groggy, I aimed a kick at my inefficient alarm clock, which now, I would have to replace, I got washed hurriedly, threw on a pair of jeans and a pale shirt, and rushed downstairs. My stomach rumbled unhelpfully, but I decided not to skip breakfast; I had lost a dangerous amount of weight since I'd moved here, not having enough time to worry about food.

Quickly grabbing some toast, giving my dad a quick peck on the cheek (except I missed, and kissed his forehead instead) I dashed outside, towards the car. The sky was grey and cloudy, for some reason, this made my mood lift slightly; before I remember the reason: the Cullens wouldn't be at school if it was sunny.

My mind was still buzzing, but thankfully, not as much as before. The nights sleep had cleared my mind. So, whilst in the car, I decided what I would do.

I was not going to tell the Cullens I knew there secret.

If they found out in time, then I would deal with it there and then.

Right now I needed to concentrate on whatever I could possible to keep Edward at bay, I could not think about him when I was around, he-being a mind reader, would surely realise I knew.

Wait.

How, why, had Edward not moved away already? He could read minds, he would have read mind, seen my gift, known I could discover his whole family's secret. Did he already know, or could he not read…no, that was impossible.

There was only two reasons I could think of why he was still here.

Firstly: he could read my mind, and seen my powers, he'd either noticed I was not a threat or, he could have thought I could have a use.

Secondly: he can't read my mind… (this thought was my favourable one, I knew It was highly unlikely, but; would this explain the intensity of his gaze throughout Maths? The reason why he had been so kind to me, talked to me? All in curiosity?)

Knowing Edward could read my mind, made me feel anxious, through my mind, he could access Bella's memories, her feelings towards Jacob. It would tear him apart. It was all too risky, there was only one thing in which I could do to keep Edward and Bella safe. Keeping my thoughts in control, simply wouldn't work, I knew this much; the moment I looked into his eyes I would crack, and my thoughts would be revealed.

There was only one solution.

I was going to have to avoid him.

I pulled up into the lot, grabbed my bag and dashed out the car. I probably looked like a fugitive, constantly looking over my shoulder; making sure he was not near. I saw Angela and let out a sigh of relief, I had history with her, first lesson.

Before I came to Forks I had worried about my lessons in History, coming from England, I did not know much about the American History and I was worried I wouldn't be able to keep up. But, now I'd seen both Angela's and Bella's past; I knew practically all there was to know. I'd reached Angela now and was surprised, the moment she looked at me, her face paled and concern filled her gaze.

"Lucie…" she asked warily, still looking at me strangely, her eyes worried.

"Angela, what's up, you ok?" I asked, what had happened?

"I should ask you!" she said, still looking at me.

"What…?" I trailed off, she grabbed my arm-firmly, but gently, and placed me on a chair, looking down at me, her expression critical.

"Lucie, what happened? I come into school today, and everyone's saying you fainted, nearly got hit by a car and-" I cut her off.

"Oh, that…" I mumbled, darn… I forgot about what people would've seen. "You see, I can explain…" but I couldn't, how could I explain what had happened yesterday?

"Oh, really?" said Angela, her tone doubtful. Huh? Was she angry at me? My expression fell, revealing my hurt, Angela noticed and her voice was soothing when she talked again.

"Lucie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I was just worried, you know how quick news travels round this place."

"Yeah, I really do." I said, standing up and walking with her to History, vaguely contemplating how many more people I would have to retail my story too, groaning at the thought.

"You ok?" said Angela, having heard my groan.

"Fine," I lied "just wondering how many people are going to ask about what happened." Angela laughed at this and turned to face me, having reached the History block.

"You really don't like attention, do you?"

She had no idea how right she was.

"Hate it." I whispered, smiling as we walked into History.

The room was small and stuffy, desks took up the little space there was and an old looking man was writing up the date, the teacher. The room was already full of people, thankfully Edward was not one of them, my thoughts, as yet, were safe. But for some reason, no-one was sitting down, everyone was lined up against the wall opposite, Angela walked towards it, as if it was a regular occurrence

"Mr Gorge likes to arrange his seating plans like this, whenever there's a new student." Angela whispered as we took our places in the crowded line. Ugh, I'd forgotten I was new, this was only my third day. It felt like I'd already been here for 3 years.

"Right." said Mr Gorge, peering up through his spectacles, his bushy eyebrows raising. "As you probably all know, we have a new student: Luciana Raven."

"Lucie." I corrected bored of the continued repetition of each new class.

"Lucie will sit next to Eric I think," He continued, carefully placing each student in different seats, the whole process took over half an hour.

One everyone was seated, Mr Gorge started his lecture, I knew what he was talking about already, Angela's knowledge really was massive. I didn't need to take notes, and neither, it appeared did Eric, as he slipped a note next to me instead.

I opened it up, wondering what it was about.

I'm so sorry!

Hmm? What he mean, he was sorry? I wrote a note back and slipped the paper next to him.

Why are you sorry?

I nearly ran over you yesterday, I didn't see you, I could have killed you! I'm so sorry, please, please forgive me!

Your forgiven, it was my fault, no-one normally faints in the middle of the road, don't worry about it.

His eye brows pulled together at this, shocked at my calm state, I knew most girls would react differently to a comment like this. But then again, I wasn't like most girls was I?

You sure your ok? I mean I saw Edward Cullen save you, I don't know what would have happened if he wasn't there, then that little girl- Alice ran over. Did you get home ok? Are you sure you should be at school?

Ugh… why was everyone is this darn town so worried about my health!

I'm fine honest, Alice drove me home- wait, what did you say, about Edward?

Didn't they tell you? He just ran to you, pulled you away, saw my bad driving…

Come to think of it, I did recall Alice telling me that, but at the time, I think I was slightly delirious, what with trying to evade the school nurse.

No, they told me, sorry I forgot, don't worry about me, I'm really fine this sort of thing only ever happens to the incredibly misfortunate, i.e. : me

Well, ok then, if your sure your ok.

I decided to change the subject, this conversation was becoming a bit repetitive.

Well, this lesson is… interesting.

Welcome to the wonders of History, my friend!

I smiled at him, but stopped, Mr Gorge was approaching handing out work sheets, soon the lesson was filled with the sounds of pens scratching against paper. Thankfully, Eric seemed to want to do well in History, as he stopped talking-well, note passing- and eagerly began work. I couldn't help thinking he was being a bit too eager, evidently trying to impress.

The lesson passed and soon I was once again with Angela, walking swiftly to Physics, it was only when I reached the door of the class room, that I remembered.

Edward.

He was in the class, the moment I walked in he would access my thoughts, see Bella's memories, find out the truth.

"Angela, I, I feel slightly sick." I said, thinking fast, stopping her, desperately hoping my acting skills were up to scratch. They worked, Angela immediately looked concerned, she sat me down as I swayed slightly, trying to look paler than usual.

"Ok, ok, ok… I knew you looked peaky!" She said quickly, hurriedly talking. "Do you want me to take you to the nurse, I think you should go home, you did nearly get run over yesterday."

The nurse: NO!

"No, it's ok, I just need to go to the bathroom," I said weakly, standing up, "please, could you tell Mr Banner I'm feeling sick, I don't think I can concentrate on Physics in this state."

"Well, if your sure, but if you feel any worse, be sure to go home!" she called, I walked towards the nearest bathroom, as Angela went into Physics.

I'd just about evaded Edward. But it had been close, too close, I walked into the grimy toilets and sat on a stool, thinking. It was all getting risky, I mentally checked the lessons we had today, History, Physics, Ethics, Gym, Maths. Only the last was a problem, the rest were fine, well no- they were all pointless subjects compared to my problems, but still, at least Edward would not be in those classes. Maths. How could I go to that? I could not go home, not evade him forever. I would just have to keep my thoughts locked up, I would not let him see. That was crucial.

***

It was lunch now. I'd miraculously recovered to return to Ethics class and explained again and again that I was ok to people, assuring them, it was just a coincidence that I felt sick, the day after fainting. I'd managed to avoid Edward, but again, it had been close, he had walked out of a music class after Ethics, causing me to practically sprint into an empty classroom, hoping he hadn't seen.

The cafeteria was my next problem. I had to attend to lunch, I couldn't let more people think I was sick, this was getting ridiculous. A pang twisted in my stomach, I could feel the Cullen's presence, I didn't look at them, afraid when I saw them, my thoughts would spill out.

For the first time since I'd moved to Forks, I actually listened to Jessica Stanley.

She was the perfect distraction, filling my head up with her trivial dramas, babbling on about Lauren's crush on Mike, I couldn't help but hear her evident affection for him too.

"So, Mike asked you to be his partner in Basketball." she said loftily. I would have to tread carefully, Jessica seemed prone to overreaction, I was sure If I said too much, she would exaggerate the story massively.

"Yes." I said carefully.

"And… what was it like?!"

"Um, we played basketball, Lauren nearly hit me in the face and-well that was about it." I stated. Angela giggling slightly beside me.

"Yes, but what about Mike…do you like him?" she said impatiently.

"Um, sure, he's nice." I said, unsure of what she meant.

"Oooohhh!" crooned Jessica, "Someone likes Mikey!" Umm. Really no..

"Uh, No I don't, not like that-" I spluttered, hoping that Jessica wouldn't notice the blush rising to my cheeks, it was not due to the mention of Mike Newton, just my embarrassment.

But Angela saved me.

"Honestly Jessica, just because you fancy him, doesn't mean Lucie does, can't you see she's not interested?" At this comment Jessica turned to glare at Angela.

"Shut up Angela, we all know how much you love Ben!" She spat. Uh oh…

Angela had turned red, I felt immense sympathy for her, Jessica really could be one nasty piece of work. But before I could defend Angela, Jessica stood up and angrily flounced off across the cafeteria, I saw her lips move as she started talking to Lauren, who shot glares across the table at me, as she heard the gossip. Great.

"Angela, you ok? Thanks, for standing up for me." I said tentatively, Angela was staring down at her fork.

"Oh-what- oh yeah, don't worry I'm fine, I couldn't let Jessica talk to you like that, she's always spreading rumours…" Angela trailed off slightly.

"I know, but thanks, and don't worry about Ben, haven't you noticed the way he looks at you?" I wasn't lying, Ben had always looked at Angela with admiration, I had seen it both threw Angela's memories and my own.

"What? Ben looks at me?" she flushed.

"Yeah, a lot.." I said smiling, Angela smiled back, happy to reveal her hidden thoughts. The lunch bell rang and we walked briskly to Gym, which was really going to be a torturous subject. And a very long one. I was surprised, I realised, when getting changed, that I hadn't thought about Edward once, maybe Maths really was going to be ok.

Gym was, like I predicted: purgatory.

It was combined of Jessica and Lauren teaming up on Angela and me, only to be stopped by an enthusiastic Mike and thoughtful Ben, causing both malice and jealously to rise in both Jessica's and Lauren's eyes.

Like I said. It really was long, I thought it would never end.

But it did, and then I remembered Edward, and I felt nervous and uneasy, terrified my thoughts would betray me.

The walk to Maths was long. Well, no it wasn't, it just felt long due to my new profound sense of impending doom. I didn't know what to do, I just prayed I could keep my thoughts at bay, for Edward's sake.

I walked into the room. Looked at the pealing wall paper, averted my eyes to the grey carpet. Did everything, anything to keep Edward off my mind. I sat down, pulled my books out. The starter work was put up, I worked concentrating on the equations, never in my life have I worked so hard at Maths. But this was bad, I finished early, but I was ok, concentrating on the mindless chatter around the room. I was doing fine.

Then, he spoke.

"Hello Lucie." a simple sentence. Two words. Two words that snapped my control, that melodic voice, the piercing music, penetrated my thoughts. I could not concentrate on anything but, him.

I turned without meaning to, my gaze fixed upon his eyes, searching for the gold.

"H-hello." I stuttered, my voice low. I was lost. Lost in his gaze, in the intensity of his features, all perfect. But something was wrong. He was not smiling, instead his expression was pained. I looked into his eyes, gold, burning, yet not black; so he was not thirsty, not craving for my blood.

I mentally slapped myself.

I'd just thought about vampires, right in front of him. But his expression didn't waver- his eyes stayed locked on mine. I saw emotion though. Irritation was there and mingled, with-like I said. Pain.

"Lucie, can I ask you something."

Anything.

"Yes, of course, go ahead." my voice was still quiet, yet he could hear me as clear as crystal.

"Why…why have you been avoiding me?" the pain, again seeped through his words, his beautiful musical words…

What?

Wait.

How, did he know? Yes, I'd been avoiding him, but how did he realise? He was more perceptive than I'd thought.

"Oh, you noticed…" I said, glad at least that his pain was only trivial, I don't think I could have bared his pain to be intensified.

"You haven't answered my question." he stated. One eyebrow perfectly arched, (despite everything, I felt annoyed that he of all people could do that…) but his question? How could I, without revealing all.

Bella's past flew across my mind. I looked at Edward's face closer, searching for any sign of recognition, if he had read my thoughts, surely he would be dieing inside, his Bella, in love with another…

But again, his expression stayed the same, his eyes still staring at my own. I couldn't answer his question, so I asked one of my own.

"Edward?" the worry in my voice made his face change, into sympathy, "please, could you answer one of mine first?" I tried as hard as I could, breathing out the word please, willing him to accept.

"Fine, but only if you promise to answer mine."

"I promise" I whispered. He hadn't said anything about telling the truth…

"Right, so Lucie, what is it you want to ask?" his voice sidetracked me, I was lost once more…

No. Concentrate.

"Edward, tell me, am I hard to read?" It was the only thing I could ask, it would give tonnes away, but it was the only way I could be sure. Shock crossed his features at this, he stared at me, and I hope he didn't see too much. His reply was so unexpectant, so passionate, that I was rendered completely and utterly speechless.

"Very." he breathed, and he almost looked ashamed, as if this upset him, not being able to read me, not being able to access my thoughts.

On the outside, I stayed the same, my expression still shocked by his answer.

On the inside, I was screaming my delight.

Edward couldn't read my mind, or at least, he found it very difficult in doing so.

Bella's secret was safe.

I didn't have to stay away from him.

"Lucie," he said, interrupting my trail of thought, "I believe you owe me: one answer?"

Ah.

"Yes," I mumbled, "I'm sorry Edward, it's just, well- remember yesterday?"

"Yes."

"You saved me?"

"In theory, I suppose. Yes." In theory? You mean in reality…

"Well, the truth is, I was scared you hated me." Lie.

"What?" said Edward, puzzlement crossing his features.

"Well, look at it from my perspective, I wake up, in Alice's arms, You've disappeared, Alice tells me that you saved me: I could only assume you weren't with them because of me…" I was making no sense, but I couldn't think straight he was still staring at me, did he ever stop?

But then the worst emotion crossed his features.

Anger. He looked at me with resentment, his irritation seeping through his voice as he addressed me, a new cold fury in his eyes.

"I don't appreciate being lied to. Lucie." his voice was deadly silent, his anger unmistakable, he stood up and stormed out the class, hitching his bag onto his shoulder and slamming the door behind him.

Everyone turned to look at me.

The bell went, I sprung up ran out of the class.

Tears were welling up in my eyes, but I held them back, crying: a weakness. I thought about what he'd just said. His voice still penetrating my thoughts: "I don't appreciate being lied to. Lucie."

True, it had all been a lie.

But could he handle the truth?

I ran towards my car, the tears overtook me. I sat there on the front seat, water flowing down past my cheeks, drenching my shirt, proving how weak I was, how pathetic. Edward hated me. Hated me because I had told him a lie. He would never forgive me if he found out about my gift. I had to lie. I'd lied to him. To everyone I'd ever known.

Because lying was the only thing that kept them safe.

***

I hadn't realised that time was still passing. Looked out across the parking lot, my old car was secluded from the rest, thankfully, no-one had noticed me.

It was nearly deserted now.

Apart from one car.

One darn significant car.

The shiny Volvo. It was there across the car park, with no-one inside it. I slid deeper down into my seat, terrified of being caught, of being seen. I saw them, walking casually across the pavement, towards the car. Edward and Bella. The fury was subdued now in Edward's gaze, but Bella's like yesterdays was odd. Troubled.

I couldn't drive out, in case they saw me. I couldn't even move in case they saw me. So, I did the next best thing possible.

I gently slid down the window. I could hear them. Edward was talking to Bella and his face had now lost the fury, instead the irritation was there again, plain through his features.

"So, have you found out about her yet?" Asked Bella, and was it just my imagination-or did she say it coldly? Edward's eyes found hers and he sighed, defeat echoing from within him, mingled with frustration.

"No, I don't understand it, she's not like you love, different, hazy, unclear, a mystery…" Edward trailed off. And suddenly my heart skipped a beat in realisation.

Where they talking about me?

"Oh, please Edward!" Bella scoffed, "Mysterious?" she said sardonically. Again my anger towards her flared. How dare she speak to him like that! How-but I stopped thinking, Edward spoke.

"Yes, mysterious, her mind is not impenetrable, just…" he trailed off, ever calm, was he oblivious to Bella's harsh words?

But of course; he loved her.

"Senseless?" muttered Bella, the cold edge to her words, still sharp on her tongue.

"Shadowy." corrected Edward, then he turned to her, seemingly to snap out of his reverie and cupped her face in his hands. "What's wrong?" he breathed, so quietly. Yet I could still hear, I don't think I could ever not hear his voice. Bella looked up, her chocolate brown eyes deep and thoughtful, brimming with secrets, secrets that I knew all about…

"It's just…" she trailed off, blushing furiously.

"Just?" prompted Edward, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You, well, you seem to…like her." she said, hiding her face against his chest. At this point I really could have slapped the girl, not because of what she said, but because of Edward's response to it.

He laughed.

And pain hit me, like a bullet, hard in my chest.

"Please Bella, you know I only love, will always love: you." he said stroking her hair. Bella stepped out of his embrace and looked at him, smiled and then added.

"She's a blonde I guess, makes sense." with that she pulled him into the car and they drove off, but not before I saw the flash of incredulity and hurt form across Edward's face.

As soon as he had gone. I let out a long detached breath, I'd been holding for the past two minutes. I dimly noticed I was shaking again, but none of this mattered. Nothing mattered any more. All could have imploded around me, and at this moment, I knew I would not have noticed it. I was so engrossed in thought, so deeply immersed in sadness that I didn't hear the tap on the glass.

I looked around, my eyes thankfully, had dried from the tears shed earlier, letting me see clearly who was outside my car window.

It was Alice, her face was filled with urgency.

I opened the car door and she practically hurled me out of it.

"Alice?" I asked, my voice stiff.

She looked at me, her eyes wide and then grabbed my arm, pulling me towards her. She was alone, I noticed, where was Jasper?

"Let me see your face!" she snapped, but it wasn't mean, I could here the concern and worry in her musical voice.

"Alice, I- I don't understand wha-" she was brushing the hair out of my face now, her cold hands on either side of my face, examining it.

"Oh…" was all she said. Her expression was confused now, her small face frowning, as she scrutinised me.

"Alice, are you ok? What do mean my face? What's wrong?"

"I, I… don't know." admitted Alice, stepping back from me. "Lucie, I'm sorry, I thought I saw- I heard someone say you were hurt…" she slipped. That was why she had come running at me. That was why she had looked so worried.

She'd had a vision. Of me, hurt.

I was about to ask her when she had it, what had happened in it, when I remembered. She couldn't know I knew, I had to keep it a secret. But couldn't I tell Alice, she would not tell anyone; I knew that. Alice was lovely, loyal and kind. But I couldn't tell her. Edward would find out, he would read Alice's mind. Then they would flee, and I would be left, once again, on my own.

I was still standing there, in the car park, I remembered to speak to Alice again, I had to escape, I was about to break I could feel it, my voice trembled slightly; I could only pray that it would stay undetected.

"Alice, I've got to go- my dad will want his dinner." I said hurriedly, jumping into my car once more. I couldn't stay with her, even bare to look at her beautiful face. I heard her say goodbye, but didn't reply. All I could remember was one thing. Bella asking if Edward liked me.

Edward, laughing.

The knot in my stomach opened up, leaving a gaping mass of nothing. I had seen Bella's memories, I knew what it was like for Edward to leave her. Bella had felt dreadful when he was gone. I had experienced it, felt every stab of pain when his name was said, every cry that had shaken her.

What Bella had felt had been horrid.

But it was nothing compared to this.

Edward, laughing…

As I sped along the road my tears fell and this time I did not stop them. I let them fall, let them soak my shirt, blur my vision no-one could see me. Edward Cullen hated me. Nothing else mattered. In less than a minute the world had turned dark.

I needed some space the breath, to think.

I was at the house now, my father was standing by the front door waiting for me. His eyes anxious, filled; like Alice's with concern.

"Lucie," he called, as I walked up to him. "Lucie, you ok honey? Someone just told me you fainted yesterday! You've got some hell of a lot of explaining to do missy!"

I couldn't reply, I just ran past him, tripped up the stairs and into my room.

I wasn't in the mood for explaining.

I wasn't in the mood for anything at all.

Edward's laughter continued to echo in my ears, sending me over the edge.

How much more of this, could I stand?

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PLEASE REVIEW! People- I need you! Please?

A special thanks to both ScarletRoseX and Mizz-Emz as they inspired me to write this chapter- thanks so much!

So you'll review? Please! Please? PLEASE!?

Lily- who may turn terminally ill if reviews don't arrive to save her.