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So to celebrate I'm announcing the introduction of a playlist, which can be found on my profile. The playlist isn't really so much as playlist as it is a list of the songs the chapters are named after. Most of them are pretty self-explanatory but I've picked certain versions of certain songs because they illustrate the atmosphere of the chapter in one way or another.

A special shout to Nat again! You still have your five red gummi bears waiting for you, bumface!

Also to ToTheLastStar... I heart you so freakin' much. Your reviews make me smile. I have heaps of experience with little kids, which is where I get most of my inspiration for Bella. Also "Uncle" is a game... in some other countries they call it "Mercy". One person hurts or tickles another and when the person being hurt or tickled surrenders they shout "Uncle".

Don't forget to read Stripped by punkfarie and This Sort Of Thing Just Doesn't Exist by iheartthedoctor.

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Nothing is ever going to be the same.

Did I do the right thing?

Why did I let her talk me into it?

Why did it take so little for her to talk me into it?

Why do I feel like this is going to go horribly wrong?

All of these thoughts and a thousand more were had been whirring through my head ever since Bella skipped her way out of my room last night. Now I could hear her stealthily making her way across to me and I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes and see her bright eyes and dazzling smile. I knew she was going to be over the moon this morning.

"EDWARD!" she squealed, launching herself at me and bouncing slightly as her legs hit the mattress. My mouth filled with hair as she buried her head into my neck, shifting slightly and getting all comfy laying there on top of me.

"Morning," I sighed, patting her unruly curls down, arms encircling her. She lifted her head and I spotted a bit of chocolate on her cheek. She'd obviously had Nutella on toast this morning. I wiped it off and kissed her forehead, and she tilted her head up and kissed me right on the mouth. There was a part of me that wanted to hold her close and just lie there all lazy, just gently kissing her and telling her how much I loved her all day... but there was a slightly bigger part of me feeling sick about it all. She was too... young for this scene – too innocent. I was stealing her innocence. It was wrong. It had to stop now.

"Bella-"

"You're the best," she sighed, burying her head in my neck once more. I felt her smiling against my skin and I cringed because she had just interrupted me telling her that I wasn't going to kiss her anymore, and she was on such a happy buzz. I pushed the thought of verbalising those particular feelings to the side and opted for just... stopping. She would eventually get it if I just didn't do it anymore, but how was I going to stop her from doing it? Would it hurt her too much if I pushed her away? The only thing I could do was try. Starting from that moment, I wasn't going to kiss her anymore. At least not until I knew she understood the concept of relationships and sex and love and all of that stuff... as much as anyone could, anyway. I sighed and breathed in that mysterious scent of jasmine, roses and Doritos and shutting my eyes in the blissful peace that only she could bring me.

"You are too," I whispered, shifting to kiss the tip of her nose. She went to give me a 'real' kiss but I pulled away. "I love you," I told her, hopefully distracting her enough to forget to be hurt by the fact that I rejected her kiss.

"I love you," she echoed pressing her forehead to mine and holding my face in her hands. We stayed like that for a while – I lost track of time and only paid attention to the feeling of her soft skin against me, her warm breath on my face, her heart beating against my chest.

Someone broke us out of our world with three hard wraps on the door. In a panic, I shoved Bella away. She gave a squeak and tumbled in a mass of limbs onto the floor. She stood and grumbled, rubbing her head as she made her way to the door and flung it open.

"Go and wait for me in the office, Bella, you're late for lessons." I saw Carlisle's stern expression from behind Bella and I wanted to jump up between them – to protect her from his malice. The way her head hung broke my heart and she brushed past him and glided away. Carlisle turned his gaze on me. "Don't make her late again."

***

BPOV

"I'm not sure this is the right time. She's formed relationships here."

"It's now or never. We need to know how much she remembers."

"I don't think she remembers anything at all."

"Well we need to know for sure."

I leaned against the doorframe, staring in with the door only open the tiniest bit. I wanted to call Edward down so he could hear this. Jasper was talking on the phone again, and now I could hear who was on the other end. It was more than one person and it sounded busy wherever they were – there was a lot of background noise.

"We're going to question her right now."

"Let us know."

Jasper turned off the speakerphone and I waited a couple of seconds before knocking on the door. He still jumped in shock – like he'd been caught. If only he knew how caught he really was. Edward wasn't going to stand for this once I told him. I gave him a look that told him so, but of course he didn't understand.

Carlisle came in a couple of minutes later with three mugs of coffee. I didn't like coffee, but I took the mug anyway, blowing on the steaming liquid and taking my place across the deck from him and Jasper.

"Bella today isn't much of a lesson. I won't take up too much of your time," Carlisle promised, smiling over at me. I didn't like his smile. It wasn't honest. "Today is more of a quick quiz for you."

"Okay," I nodded. "What's the topic?"

"You are."

"Well that's easy," I smiled, thinking maybe today wouldn't be so bad. All I had to do was answer some questions about myself and then I would be free to see Edward and then Edward would kick Jasper's butt for talking to people about me. Carlisle reached under the desk and pulled out some kind of machine. Jasper came over to me and started sticking white circles on me. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused. Why did I need this stuff to answer questions?

"This machine will give us some extra information," Jasper said. I still didn't get it.

"I don't understand..."

"Bella, this machine will make sure that your answers are right."

"Can't you tell me if they're right? You know me." The idea of this whole thing was starting to bother me. Carlisle ignored me and turned on the machine. Little pens started scribbling on paper, but they only made patterns, not words. I couldn't understand how this was supposed to tell them anything, but then again I didn't understand how they could read my blood either.

"Okay are you ready?" Carlisle asked.

"I guess so..." I mumbled, looking into my lap. I didn't like this one little bit. I saw him turn to Jasper and Jasper nodded, holding his own pen and paper.

"What is your name?"

"Bella." That one was easy. I even knew why my name was Bella. It was because that is what Edward decided suited me best – because he thought I was beautiful.

"What is your last name?" I frowned at Carlisle, who simply stared expectantly. What did he mean my last name? I didn't have one!

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Cullen, I guess."

"What was your name before you lived with us?"

"I don't know. I guess I didn't have one."

"Where do you live?"

"I live here, in this house."

"Where did you live before you lived here?"

"Carlisle you know I don't know that!" I cried, leaning forward. What was wrong with him today?

"How old are you?"

"I... I don't know!"

"Who are your parents?"

"You and Esme," I mumbled, tears falling from my eyes and down my cheeks. I didn't like this. The way he was asking these questions was like he didn't know me at all! It was like we had just met and I was trying to lie to him. Jasper kept glancing down at the machine and scribbling notes down. "What is Jasper writing?"

"You're here to answer questions today, not ask them. You ask questions every other lesson we have."

"But this isn't a less-" Carlisle slammed his fist on the desk, making me jump. I cried. "Stop it!"

"Stop talking, Bella and just answer these questions! Can you do that or not?" he boomed, making me shrink back into my chair. I wanted to fold myself up and disappear.

"Not without talking," I whispered. Jasper chuckled and rolled his eyes, Carlisle sighed.

"Moving on," he muttered, clearing his throat. "Who are your parents?"

"I already told you. You and Esme."

"Who were your parents before you met us?"

"I don't remember any parents before you."

"Why were you in the forest?"

"I don't know."

"How did you get there?" I closed my eyes and thought hard. I thought back to the earliest thing I could remember. The first thing I remember is pain. A lot of pain. I screamed, my back arching off the damp ground and then curling into itself. I cried. Then my boys came. That is all I could remember.

"I don't know. All I know is that I was hurt."

"Who hurt you?"

"I don't know. It just hurt a lot."

"What hurt?"

"Everything."

"Why did it hurt?"

"I don't know."

"Where did you come from?"

"I don't know."

"Who are you?"

"Bella."

"What are you?"

My heart stopped. My heart broke. Dr Cullen and the rest of my family had always worked so hard to make me feel like I was one of them, but in the back of my mind I was always so sure that I was different to them. I had to be different to them because it was the only thing that made sense. But they always assured me that I was just like them, but that something very wrong had happened to me and that's why I seemed different.

Now that he had asked me that question, I knew he never truly believed that I was like them at all. He always thought I was different, and he was trying to find out how different I was so he could tell those people and they could take me away.

"I am Bella," I answered, because my name was the only thing I was sure about.