A/N: She's baaaaaack. ;) Miss me? You know you did. xD Um.. I have nothing to say here, really. Below is a recap of the last few chapters;

Previously on Dismantle and Repair: Bella was walking home from Edward's apartment, in the apartment, two guys were robbing the place and beat her up. Landing her in hospital. Edward being the saviour he is, offered Bella to stay at his place. She accepted.

Now, this chapter wasn't originally supposed to be that depressing. But when life gives you sour grapes, it pours into your writing. Hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to tell me what you think by reviewing. ;)


BPOV:

"Really, Emmett. You don't need to help me move my stuff into your place. There will be hardly any things left to get."

"Belly, stop fussing. You might find something that you'll want to take with you."

"Call me Belly one more time and I'll do more than fuss." I glared at Emmett.

"Down there, tiger!" Edward laughed, stopping to take my hand in his.

"Fine," I sighed. "But I'm telling you that this is a waste of time." I said, as we got to the front door.

"Don't be so dramatic, Bella." Emmett said, as he walked through the doors. "I'm sure every.. thing.. is not.. gone?" He finished the sentence with a gulp.

His voice trailed off as we reached the inside of my apartment. I knew what he was expecting. Furniture, paint still on the walls, doors still on their hinges. Which was quite the opposite of what we saw.

I don't remember much from when I was last in my apartment. I couldn't remember what it looked like. I just remembered those guys that had beaten me lifeless.

The doors were ripped from their hinges, the paint from the walls had been scraped. And not one thing had been left behind. No chairs, no tables, no cabinets. Not even the curtains on the walls.

"When Alice said it was bad.. I didn't think that it would be this bad. They really did a number on you, huh?" Emmett said, whistling through the cold apartment.

It was no longer my apartment. It felt alien. It was like those building places and you see the houses they're building. You have no right being there, and when you step inside – it feels cold, haunted.

That was how my apartment felt. Although, I guess to call it mine would be a lie.

I walked into my bedroom slowly, trying not to pay attention to the broken down bunk beds that they had left behind.

I guess carrying out a bunk bed would look too inconspicuous.

Reaching under the wood, I found a broken piece porcelain. It was half the head of the tallest of my Russian dolls. The ones that have five unique dolls in one. And each one you take out gets smaller and smaller.

It was given to me on my sixth birthday; a week before my grandmother died. And now, the last remains I had of her, were gone.

"Hey," Edward whispered, coming up beside me, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I sniffled, standing up. "Just.. they left this. A very small part of a doll I got when I was a little girl."

"Well, do you want to take it with you?"

"I wouldn't that be silly?" I asked, unsure.

He shook his head simply. "If it's important to you, it doesn't matter how silly it is. If it's important to you, then we're taking it." He smiled.

"Thanks, Edward." I whispered.

"Anytime." He said, taking my wrist in his hand and rubbing it soothingly. "We better go back out there to Emmett. He probably wants some food since you apparently have gone." He smirked, and then stopped. "Sorry. Bad joke."

"It's okay. I'm hungry too. Let's go." I smiled, leading the way out of the room.

"Find anything?" Emmett asked, who was coming out of the kitchen.

"Not really. Just a broken doll. Nothing else here, really. Everything is really.. gone." I said, looking around the apartment that I had once called home.

"I guess it's really over, isn't it? I no longer live here." I said, sadness immersing in my tone. "Sorry, I'm getting all weepy like a girl over an apartment. Let's go. There's nothing left to be done here."

Edward and Emmett both left the apartment ahead of me, giving me some time.

I didn't understand why I was so emotional. I guess it was because this was my first, real apartment. And now, it was gone.

"Goodbye," I whispered to the dead apartment, closing the door behind me.

This was the end of an era. And now I was off to start a new one.

Life is full of changes. You can either weep about it, and be resentful. Or, you can be grateful for the change and move on. And that's what I was doing. Moving on, toward my new life.

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"And this is your room." Edward said, opening the door for me.

He had just given me the grand tour of the entire apartment, showing me everything was.

I stepped inside the room and saw that there was already sheets on the bed and some drawers for me to put my clothes inside.

The walls were painted in yellow, you could see the fading paint on the wall, revealing scratches of white.

The tiny window has no curtains, which didn't really bother me. I loved to look out of the windows, night or day, without any barrier.

The room was tiny, like a closet. But I really couldn't complain. Edward and Emmett were so generous, letting me live with them like this.

"So, um. We didn't really have much time to get you anything. But we figured we should at least get you a bed and sheets. Plus, the desk of drawers to put your clothes into it when we buy them."

"We? No offense Edward, but there is no 'we' in buying my clothes. I have plenty of money to buy new clothes for myself." I laughed.

"But it's not fair," Edward spoke softly, trying to win me over with his puppy dog eyes. "It's not your fault that your clothes were stolen. It's the least I can do."

"Edward," I sighed, kneeling down and placing my hands on his shoulders. "It's okay. I already have the money from my job. I can afford it. You don't have to baby me."

"But, Bella, your job at wal-mart can hardly afford for your expenses." He pouted.

I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to give up easy. Stubborn man.

"How about the next time we go out, you get to pay for whatever we do. If you let me pay for my own clothes that I'm going to purchase?" I offered.

"Fine." Edward reluctantly agreed. I was surprised he gave in this easily.

Which meant that whatever he was planning on doing next time we go out would be super expensive. Just great, I inwardly sighed.

"Come on, let's get some dinner." I said, leading the way to the kitchen.

"Are you sure you're up for going out?"

"No, silly. I'm going to cook you a meal." I smirked, starting to search through the cabinets.

"Bella, you don't have to do that. We can just go out, or order in."

"No, it's okay, Edward. I actually really want to cook for you. You haven't tried the delicious food that I can cook."

"I'm sure whatever you find, I will have had before." He smirked at me.

"True. But it's going to be made by me, which makes a difference." I winked, making him laugh.

I searched through all the cabinets in the kitchen, unable to find practical food.

No wonder Edward was so grumpy, he was practically living on chips and chocolate.

I found some bread and eggs, deciding to make Edward cheesy eggs on toast. Tomorrow, we would go grocery shopping for real food.

"Here you go." I smiled at Edward, who was situated at the table, handing him the plate.

"Eggs?" He smirked, lifting a fork.

"Hey, it's not my fault you guys don't have practical food around here." I said, sitting on a chair next to him with my own plate.

"What? I like microwave lasagne, what's so bad about that?" He said, licking a crumb of toast from his lips.

"You need real food, Edward," I said, patting his arm. "But, fear not! I will be going to the dungeon where they have healthy food. And alas, there's no microwave dinners!" I fake gasped.

"Very funny." He smirked, shoving a whole mouthful of food into his mouth.

"Wow, you act like you haven't had a good home cooked meal in a way. If you can call it that."

"Well, it's not every day a beautiful girl cooks me. So you're going to this so-called good food chamber.. mind if I tag along?"

"Sure. I was planning on forcing you anyways." I smirked, letting my eyes drift around the room. I fixated my eyes on a white piano.

"Who plays that?" I asked, swallowing and gesturing to the piano.

"Me.." He mumbled.

"You?" I said, choking on my eggs, and taking a swig of water. "You can play the piano? Why didn't you say something?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "It never seemed to pop up in any of our conversations."

"I wonder why." I said enviously.

"Hey," He said, grasping my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Just because you can't play an instrument, it doesn't make you any less of a person. Or make me any less attracted to you." He said sweetly.

"So, you think I'm attractive, huh?" I said, getting my sense of humour back, making him laugh. "So.. will you play for me?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Sure," He laughed, "But today's been long. How about tomorrow?"

"Sure." I smiled, repeating his words.

After dinner, I put the dishes in the sink, and we sat down to watch some TV.

He sat across the back of the sofa, and I rested my back against his chest, which his arms wrapped around me.

I was relaxed the whole time. Thank god for Emmett being at Rosalie's place. Edward told me that Emmett was destined to move out any day now, since he spent 99% of the time at hers. But, he stuck around here for an obvious reason.

I felt his head drop on my shoulder, so I decided it was time for bed.

I shifted him back into his wheelchair, where he was still drowsy, and wheeled it to Edward's room.

He had showed me his room earlier today, and I was in love with it. The stack's of vinyl's and CD's were love. His memoirs of high school, his journals, his pictures of his family.

It just made me fall for him even harder than I already was.

I pulled back the sheets, and smoothly lifted Edward out of his chair and onto his bed.

I was about to tuck him in, when he grasped my arm tightly, his eyes open.

"Bella.. can you please.. take my footwear and pants off for me?" He pleaded, almost begging.

"Of course, Edward." I stroked his cheek, reassuring him, making him smile.

This wasn't any way sexual for either of us. He needed my help, admitted it, and I would help him.

I took off his sneakers and socks. And unbuckled belt, putting it next to the nightstand on the ground.

I moved to the button to his jeans, looked up at him for approval, and he just nodded.

So I went ahead and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down slowly.

To my astonishment, he groaned, and I could see his erection poking out from his understands. My bad.

I tucked him in, ignoring the obvious thing poking out from under the covers, and kissed his forehead lovingly.

"Bella?" He whispered.

"Yes?"

"Will you stay with me here tonight?" He asked, and I swore he was almost sleep talking.

"Edward, I don't know if that's such a good.."

"Please?"

I sighed. "Fine. Only because I love you, you little sneak." I laughed, taking off my shoes and socks, getting under the covers next to him.

His bed.. my word.. it was so comfy. I would have to swap his for mine.

He interrupted my trail of plotting thoughts by reaching over and pulling me against him.

"Thanks, Bella. You're the best girlfriend ever." He slurred, giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Anytime, Edward. Just don't kiss me on the cheek like that again. I don't want to have a dog as a boyfriend." I joked.

"Mm. Me neither." He sighed.

I chuckled, knowing that by now, Edward was gone to dreamland.

Can I hear an 'aww'?

You know the Russian dolls I'm talking about, right? Google it. I used to have one when I was younger. It met its demise from my barely anger controlled mother. They were beautiful. I'm on the search for another one. *sigh*

I usually have more stuff to say, but I guess I'm so out of it. Expect an update by Wednesday! :)