All things considered, this isn't that bad an update. I had time to write, so I did. Without further ado, enjoy. And don't forget to review!

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I need professional help, but don't we all?

BPOV

He took a deep breath and began……

I waited with bated breath in anticipation of his explanation. If I were normal, I would be more interested in what he was doing in my room in the middle of the night. If I were normal, I would currently be demanding an explanation. If I were normal, I would have screamed bloody murder when I saw him, thus alerting Charlie and ensuring Edward would become well acquainted with a hospital bed. At the very least, if I were normal, that is, I would have thrown him out of my room and told him never to darken my door again.

However, who ever said I was normal? I didn't. Neither did anyone else. That's because I'm no normal. Which was painfully evident from the fact that instead of any of these rational and logical thoughts entering my mind, all I could think, or care, about was Edward finally telling me what I wanted to know. It was completely illogical. Irrational, even. But that fact didn't change anything. I wanted to know. No, I needed to know.

Edward was still preparing himself. What could be so difficult for him to say that he would need to spend this amount of time in preparation? I took his hand and began to draw soothing circles there in an effort to calm him. To no avail, unfortunately. His breathing became rapid and he was almost hyperventilating.

''Bella!' He exclaimed. Concern swept over me. Was he okay?!

''I'm sorry.'' He said. ''I can't do this. I need more time. I'm sorry. But before I leave, I want you to know this, I love you. Very much. Please remember that.''

My jaw dropped. How dare he? He had promised. I opened my mouth to protest, but before any sound could come out, he was gone. Just like that. As if he'd never been there.

Maybe he hadn't. Was I really so obsessed that my mind was purposefully fooling me into believing that he was there when he wasn't. I doubted that it was healthy, if it was true. No! I shook the thoughts from my head. I didn't have a mental illness. I wasn't so love struck that I'd conjured his visit from my imagination. I told myself this adamantly. However, as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder. Had I imagined it all? It wasn't humanly possible for someone to move that fast, after-all. And what would Edward be doing in my room in the middle of the night? When I finally fell into unconsciousness, in the wee hours of the morning, I didn't what I believed. What I did know was that waking for school would a next to near impossible feat.

EPOV

I ran as fast as I could. As far as I could. I had almost told her. Almost told our secret. But I couldn't. I wasn't ready. But I had no doubt in my mind that she would be angry. She had become suspicious. It wouldn't be long before she started to look into things herself. Then she would start to find answers. Of course, she would not straightaway believe what all the evidence pointed to. She was too logically minded for that. That was part of the reason why I didn't tell her. What if she didn't believe me? What if she thought me insane, and wanted nothing to do with me? I was afraid. Though, she may want nothing to do with me anyway, how could I have allowed her to catch me? She had told me that she loved me. But the love she held for me could not hold a candle to that I held for her. I groaned. I had royally messed things up. How could I have been so foolish? I was so preoccupied with her beauty, I hadn't realised that she was awake. She must think so little of me now. A common stalker. I buried my face in my hand and once again groaned.

The sun was beginning to rise. I may as well go home. Alice could give out to me. Emmett could laugh at me. Rosalie could shout at me. And Jasper. Jasper could take pity on me. Great. I think I'll stay here thanks. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Right on cue, Alice.

Get your butt home. NOW! I have something to tell you.

Alice.

My sister. So articulate. I did as I was told, and ''got my butt home''. I entered the living room and she pounced.

''You're an idiot!' she exclaimed.

''I could've told ya that!'' boomed Emmett. Then he burst into raucous laughter as if he had just said the most hilarious thing in the world.

''Shut up!'' Alice and I said simultaneously.

''Fine.'' He huffed and crossed his arms. I turned back to Alice. Better to face her wrath now and get it over with. However, to my surprise she didn't look wrathful. More thoughtful than anything else.

''Oh, Bella. Silly, naïve Bella.'' She mumbled to herself.

''What?!'' I exclaimed. ''What's going on? Is she okay?!'' Alice turned back to me and her face hardened.

''You were stupid to get caught like that.'' She emphasised her point by poking me in the chest with surprising force. ''You should have waited. You were exceptionally foolish not to tell her then. She would've believed you. You were inconceivably stupid to show her your true speed. But you're extremely fortunate. You have been offered a reprieve. She has convinced herself that it was all a dream, a hallucination, the work of her overly active imagination due the fact that she's obsessed with you. whichever way you care to phrase it. Now you have two options. You can tell her that it all actually happened and explain to her what we are.'' Rosalie raised her voice in protest at this. She did not want Bella to know. That much was apparent. She had made her opinion on the matter painfully clear. I did not like that option. I needed more time. I needed to think. To phrase it perfectly in my mind, so that when I said it, she would actually believe and not run off screaming to the world that I was a blood-sucking monster.

''And option two?'' I raised an eyebrow. Her eyes darkened.

''I don't think that option two is a good choice. I can't see anything specific, but the outcome is shrouded in darkness. No good will come of it.'' I was sick of the melodrama.

''Will you just bloody well tell me what it is?!'' I snapped.

''Fine,'' she retorted. ''Let it be on your head. And don't say I didn't warn you. Your second option is to allow Bella to think it never happened. That will give you time to think things over. Decide how to properly tell her. Etc, etc. Everything that you're oh so very worried about.'' The idea sounded perfect to me. It would give me time to organise things, and who would it hurt, really? The incident was nothing, completely minor in the long run. I was about to voice my opinion when it was done for me. By Rosalie, of all people.

''I think that's a wonderful idea. Absolutely wonderful. Don't you just think it is a wonderful idea, Edward? Absolutely wonderful.'' She clapped her hands and her eyes twinkled with something dangerous. Something mysterious. Something I most certainly did not like. All the same, I did think it was a good idea. Definitely the more preferable of the two. Bella wouldn't even be harassing me for answers because she would think it was her imagination playing tricks on her again. I didn't like to mislead her, but it was for her own good. Wasn't it?

''I choose option two.'' I told Alice. Then I turned to leave. However, Emmett stopped me.

''Oh, Edward. Don't forget about the small matter of the bet, and how you lost. Don't forget to fear. Be afraid. Be very afraid! It could happen at any moment.'' He said this last bit in a meagre ghost imitation. I shook my head. I was afraid, I was terrified. But Emmett? I was starting to doubt that he would be able to pull it off. The man acted like a three year old. Now, Jasper. Him I was afraid of. I would have to watch him. Maybe if I watched him closely enough I would be able to avoid the entire fiasco completely. Though I doubted it.

But I pushed that disaster to one side. It was Bella I had to concentrate on now. I had made the right decision, hadn't I? I was sure I had. No body would be hurt, least of all, Bella. Then again, if I'd known then what I knew now, I wouldn't have even considered option two. I would've run screaming from it. I would've embrace option one like a long lost brother. Perhaps if I had, things would've turned out completely different.

BPOV

I woke up to a loud banging. My eyes refused to open.

''Isabella Swan! Get up right now or you're going to be late for school!'' Charlie shouted through the door. Was he talking to me again? I scrambled out of bed and wrenched the door open expectantly. I was met simply by air. Apparently not. I could hear him downstairs, struggling to gather his things so he could leave before I got there. I sighed. Great. I could tell that this was going to be an exceptionally pleasant day. Not. I dressed quickly as I was indeed running late. I ate a quick breakfast and scurried out to my truck.

To my surprise, Edward was there, waiting for me. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I still wasn't sure if last night had actually happened. With each passing second I grew more and more sure that it hadn't. His demeanour was not that of one who had spent the night in someone's room, without said person's permission or knowledge. He didn't seem nervous, quite the opposite actually. He looked positively comfortable. His face lit up when he saw me and my blush deepened. I had imagined the entire thing. Pathetic.

I had to make sure though. I went over to him and attempted to broach the topic subtly.

''So,'' I asked. ''How was your night?'' Not so much as a flicker of change in his expression.

''Quite fine.'' He responded. ''How was yours? Did you sleep well?''

I would've liked to ask him, since he was there. But I didn't. Because I didn't think he was there. I was beginning to doubt my sanity. How could I be sure that anything was real if my brain could conjure up something so convincingly realistic that I truly believed it had happened? Edward gestured for me to get into the car and said something about not wanting to be late. However, I paid no attention. He kept up a steady conversation the entire way to school, but I wasn't listening. I was so humiliated and disorientated. If I could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy, it was a slippery slope down the road to a mental institution.

Ooh, bad Edward! Want to give out about him? Review!

Edward: Hey! That's not fair. She made me do that! I would never do that to bella!

Me: shut up! And get back to your corner.

Edward: yes, master.

Sorry about that. Anyway, any ideas as to what Edward is going to have to do for losing the bet? Or maybe, have done to him? What is Rosalie up to? What baddd thing did Alice see? Do you know how you find out? REVIEW! Though I don't know when I'll be able to update. It might be as early as tomorrow, or as late as next Friday. The exams have made my life extremely hectic. I will update ASAP though. I hope you enjoyed the Chapter. Now, I'm going to bed. Business paper 1 and 2 tomorrow. Joy. Don't forget to review!

Kate