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RPOV

She was hiding something.

It was so obvious and everyone was tip-toeing around her, terrified of pressuring her into telling.

"Bella?" I called to her. She was upstairs with Edward. They'd spent a lot of time up there together since she'd come back. From the sounds they'd been doing nothing more than holding each other and talking. Emmett and Jasper have a bet going; how long it will be until they'd finally do the deed. Emmett thought it would be soon, and Jasper a bit longer. I had no idea. It all depended on how Bella recovers from what was done to her.

But she appeared at my side in moments, Edward grumbling upstairs.

"What is it?"

"Would you like to go somewhere with me?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, trying to find the ulterior motive.

"Clothes?"

"I'm not Alice"

"Shoes?"

"I'm going shoe-shopping tomorrow,"

"Any accessory of any kind?"

"Nope, no clothes shopping of any kind,"

"What's the catch?"

"There isn't one,"

"Let's go then!" she smiled, happy that I'd want to spend time with her.

We took my M3 and we sped into the city. We were walking through the parks, talking about another one of Alice's crazy shopping sprees, when I decided to get straight to the point.

"What are you hiding?"

The question stopped her in her tracks, but a false smile was fixed on her face.

"I'm not hiding anything,"

I met her gaze squarely. She looked away first and I sighed with annoyance.

"Look, Bella, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Felix took advantage of you and-"

"I know I don't have to be ashamed of what Felix did. That's great in theory, not so much in reality." She snapped at me. I understood her reaction all too well. To be told not be ashamed over and over, when all you can feel is violated is useless. You feel like you should have fought more, you should have been stronger. Or if you lie passive that you should have fought, that maybe you could have stopped it if you had.

"What is it, Bella? What are you keeping bottled up?" I pushed, my voice gentler than before, but all she did was shake her head fiercely.

"If you can't tell me then tell Edward." I advised her, talking to Emmett had helped me, so maybe it would work for her, "it might help more than harm,"

She shook her head again, less fiercely this time, but her eyes were wide with fear.

"He'll hate me," she whispered,

"No he won't. Edward loves you. He could never hate you; he's waited over 90 years for you."

"You're wrong. I'm a terrible person. I let-" she clasped her hands over her mouth to stop the words from pouring out.

"Bella, I don't know what it is, but you have to tell him. It's hurting him to see you struggle through on your own,"

She looked at me for a moment before nodding. A wealth of emotion showed in her eyes. It was dominantly fear, shadowed by pain and guilt. But there was a trace of hope flickering in their depths. Hope that maybe she could be forgiven, and Edward would still love her, no matter how stained and broken she is.

"Can we go back then?" she asked softly.

"Sure," I replied, leading her back to the car. The journey back was in silence, I left Bella to muddle through her thoughts in privacy.

"Thanks Rosalie," she whispered as we pulled into the garage, hurrying out to see Edward as soon as the engine stopped. We could both hear the piano clearly, and I knew she had found him when the music stopped and Bella spoke in her delicate voice.

"Edward, can I talk to you?"

Um…if you dislike anything that was said in this chapter, please feel free to tell me about it, and I'm sorry if I offended anyone.

Also I actually have no idea how old Edward is at this point, but I'm pretty sure it's over 90 years. Or at least I hope it is anyways.

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