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EPOV

When I got back to the hotel, Bella wasn't anywhere to be seen.

She must have still been down at her spa day.

I was glad that she didn't not go. I knew that she wouldn't be happy that I had arranged it for her without her knowledge, but she also wouldn't waste it.

I walked through to our bedroom and removed my shoes before I flopped down starfish style on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling for a while, running through what I had just done.

I had said goodbye to my parents.

Somehow after speaking with that priest, it felt as though there was a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders. I didn't know how, but what he had said affected me more than I thought it had. Telling someone about my eating disorder seemed to help. I don't know what it was, but telling a complete stranger about my anorexia and cutting really seemed to take a weight off my mind.

I climbed up onto the bed completely, laying my head on the pillow and rolled over onto my side and closed my eyes, waiting for Bella to return. I must have fallen asleep because a short while later I was being awoken to the smell of lavender, roses and …… pancakes? That last one was a bit off.

I opened my eyes to see Bella sitting next to me, a small smile on her face. She was where the lavender and roses were coming from. But it was the pancakes I was confused about.

"Hey, sleepy." She whispered, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Hey." I mumbled back sleepily.

"I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some food." She smiled, reaching behind her, picking up a plate that was resting on the bedside table. "Here." She placed it on the bed in front of me, placing a knife and fork on the bed beside it.

"Oh, so that's the pancake smell was coming from." I mumbled sitting up and resting back on the pillows. I picked up the plate and smiled at the fact that she'd gotten me blueberry pancakes even though it had to be sometime in the mid-afternoon section of the day.

She laughed slightly and I leaned forward and kissed her. She leaned on the pillows and rested her head on my shoulder while I ate. I looked down at her and saw that she had her eyes closed. She had an etherial glow about her and I knew that was from the various treatments she had had today.

I finished my pancakes and placed the plate on the table next to my side of the bed. At feeling my movement, she opened her eyes and smiled at me, widely.

"Good pancakes?" She asked softly, her arms snaking their way around my waist, her head dropping back onto my shoulder.

"Delicious." I mumbled, pressing my lips to her forehead. "Thank you love."

"Thank you." She whispered, nuzzling her head into my shoulder even more.

"What for?" I asked, confused. She was the one that had just fed me. What was she thanking me for?

"The spa day." She giggled. "We're still on the same day, and you've already forgotten."

"Sorry, love." I ran my fingers through her hair softly. "I've just had a lot on my mind today, is all."

"I was wondering about that." She mumbled softly. "Where did you go today? You have to tell me, but … just know that I'm here."

"I, um, I went to …… see my parents." I admitted and I heard a small intake of air come from her. "I needed to see them."

She lifted herself up onto her elbows and pressed a soft kiss onto my lower jaw. "What happened?" She spoke softly and gently, knowing that this was a hard subject for me. I was sad to admit that I was a little surprised when she didn't ask why I hadn't told her where I was going.

"Not much really." I admitted. "I spoke to them. They didn't really say much back. I don't know." I sighed, slowly, looking her in the eye and seeing nothing but love there. "I just felt like I had to see them. To at least go and visit them. You know, put everything behind me."

"Did it work?" She asked gently.

"I think so." I nodded my head. "I mean, I don't feel………I don't know. It's hard to describe how I feel. Like I can move on, you know? Like I'm not being bound by them anymore. It's hard to describe."

"It's okay," She whispered, her arms snaking their way around my waist again. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But…I'm proud of you."

"What?" I was confused now.

"I'm proud of you." She smiled up at me. "It took a lot of courage for you to go and see them today. Even more for going on your own. You're becoming so strong Edward. I'm so proud of you."

I didn't say anything. I just kissed the top of her head gently and rested my head on top of hers. Nothing else needed to be said. Unlike a lot of people we didn't need to talk about mindless topics just to pass the time.

"So," I whispered after a while. "How was your day?"

"It was good." She mumbled. "The massages here are to die for." She giggled, snuggling into me even more. "I ran into Brandi, you know from the plane?" I nodded. "She, Taylor's mom, sister and aunt were there. Taylor's mom and sister were really nice, but his aunt, she was …… plainly put a bitch. I mean, she looked down on Brandi so much, and the way she spoke to her. It was like she was something she'd found on the bottom of her shoe. I really wanted to put her in her place, you know? Show her that she can't treat people the way she treats Brandi."

"Ooh, wanna retract the claws there?" I asked, chuckling and she pouted up at me.

"Nope." She smiled at me. "I swear, if she hadn't left when she had, she would not have any eyeballs right now."

"Meow!" I grinned down at her and she grinned back up at me proudly.

"Well, she's a bitch anyways." She grumbled and all I could do was chuckle at her. "Don't laugh at me." She mumbled, trying to sound angry. In my mind all she pulled off was a cute grumble which made me chuckle even more.

"I'm not." I told her, a grin on my face.

"Liar." She countered and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"True." I didn't argue and she slapped my stomach lightly, before wrapping her arm back around my waist and sighing. "I love you." I sighed, closing my eyes, wrapping my arms around her.

"As I love you." I could tell she was getting sleepy. All those oils and aromatherapies today must have wiped her out. I heard that they had a kind of calming effect.

I breathed in her scent and closed my eyes. Even though I had been asleep for a while already today, I could feel the longing of sleep washing over me again. I ran my hands through her hair as she started to mumble slightly. Wow! She had fallen asleep fast.

I rested my head back on the pillows behind me and sighed gently, allowing the deep washes of sleep to engulf me once again, only this time I was in the arms of my beautiful wife.

I was standing in the middle of the playground, watching the kids around me, playing, chasing each other, doing the things that normal kids do. I looked around and saw the faces of kids that I remembered, but couldn't quite recall their names. It had been such a long time since I had seen them, when actually it had probably only been a few minutes.

What was going on?

"Edward!" A familiar voice called. I turned to look at who it was and I saw a group of kids, both boys and girls, standing there waving at me. I grinned and waved at them. My friends.

You're going to be on my team, right, Edward?" A sandy haired boy grinned at me, running along next to be.

"Robbie!" A girl shouted, clearly not please. "You got him last time. It's our turn to have Edward on our team."

"No, I didn't!" He countered, sticking out his tongue. "If you remember, when we last played, Edward was on Alex's team."

She stopped and thought for a moment. "Oh, yeah. I forgot." She bit her lip and shrugged innocently. Something told me that she hadn't forgotten, but was just trying to make it look like she had. Perfect little girl ploy.

I knew what they were fighting about. We were playing baseball and I was the kid to have on your team. My school participated in Little League and I was the best player on our team. It didn't matter what position I played, I was the best. I normally played second base when playing with the team, but when it was at school for fun, I went where I was needed.

Robbie stood there and stuck his tongue out at the little girl. Rebecca. That's what her name was. Everyone told me that she had a crush on me, but I didn't like to think about that.

Hey, I'm seven.

To me, girls have cooties and are things to run away from.

And I'm not planning on changing my mind any time soon.

I grinned at the confrontation they were having, knowing that it was about me. What can I say, I liked being fought over. It made me feel good. It doesn't happen that often, so I might as well get what I can now.

"Come on, you guys. Let's play." Alex called from across the field. They'd settled their dispute and as it turns out I was on Robbie's team today. Not that I cared. All that mattered was I got to play.

I took up the bat and looked at Alex who was playing pitcher today and grinned at him. "Hey, Alex!" I called over, gaining his attention. "You think you can beat me this time?"

"No problem Masen!" He only used my last name when he was serious. He wanted to beat me. The only time he won at baseball was when I was on his team.

I made a face at him and he frowned at me. He didn't like it when I made faces at him. He thought that I was being childish. And every time I had to remind him that we were children. That seemed to stump him every time and he would get annoyed about the fact that I was right.

Even though there was a rivalry between us, it was only when we were on the baseball field. Other than that we were best friends. We had grown up together. We were born within the same week and our mothers had become friends while in the hospital. They were best friends and Alex and I had spent pretty much every day together. We were strong friends.

Unless we were playing baseball, that is.

We had played a fierce game that lasted most of lunch. Well, it was fierce to us anyway. It was probably pathetic when you were watching from the outside. We didn't care. We were having fun. And I was whooping Alex's butt, so it was all good. My team won again and Alex was not happy. He would be in this strop until the end of school, but as soon as his mom came to pick us up it would be forgotten.

"Edward!" Alex called, running up to me. He didn't seem to be in the usual strop he was after he lost.

I soon found out why.

He came barrelling into me, sending me flying across the field.

These fights between us were not uncommon. But we normally fought at home. It was unsual for us to fight like this, even a play fight as it was, to break out in school.

Everyone around us was laughing and clapping. Why I don't know. They probably thought it was a real fight.

"Johnston!" An angry voice called. "Masen!"

We stopped fighting immediately and looked over to see our teacher running over to us, a look of anger on his face. We looked at each other, knowing that we were in trouble.

"You two come with me!" He stopped and pointed between me and Alex. We both stood up and followed him slowly. We knew that we were in trouble. He led us to the principal's office and stopped. "You two wait here." He pointed to the chairs next to the door and we sat down, not looking at each other.

"We're in trouble." Alex state, pointing out the obvious.

"Yup." I nodded, popping the "p".

We sat there for a while, waiting, wondering what was going to happen. Lunch was over and everyone was back in class, but we weren't allowed to go back to class until we had been "dealt with" by the prinicipal, apparently.

"Edward!"

"Alex!"

We both looked up to see two worried mothers and two angry fathers walking towards us. We looked at each other and braced ourselves for what was about to come.

"Edward! Are you okay, sweetie?" My mother ran up to me and took my face in her hands. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"Mom! Mom! Mo-om!" I moaned, trying to pry her hands away from my face. "I'm fine."

"Edward." My father walked up behind my mother, and looked at me angrily. I was slightly afraid of him now. He had never looked at me that way before. I didn't want to know what was behind that look. "We're going to sort this out right now."

He was not happy. He had just been at the hospital for like a full day, and I knew that this was the last thing he wanted. I wish I could just tell him that they had it wrong.

He motioned for me to stand up and we went into the prinicpal's office. I looked back at Alex who seemed to be getting the same treatment from his parents. We were both in trouble. But why I didn't understand. We hadn't done anything wrong.

We walked into the principal's office and she motioned for the three of us to sit down, me in the middle. I looked at my parents as they sat down. My mother was looking worried, and my father was looking angrier and angrier as the moments passed.

"Now," Principal Browne looked at me sternly. "I hear that you were fighting today Edward. You know how serious that is. Now, would you like to explain to us what happened." The three of them looked at me expectantly and I gulped.

"Well, Edward." My father gestured for me to explain.

"Well, we weren't really fighting at all." I said quietly. "We'd just finished a game of baseball and we were play fighting. It wasn't a real fight."

"Even if that's true Edward, you know how serious we take that kind of behaviour at this school." Principal Browne looked at me over her glasses in an accusing way, as though she didn't really believe my story. "Well, I can't let you off, even if it was just play fighting as you say it was." I nodded my head, slowly. "I think detention after school for the rest of the week and if you could take him home now I think that would be best."

I looked at my father who looked even more annoyed than I had ever seen him before. He sighed and nodded. I didn't want to think about what would happen if I argued at all now.

"Come on." He said forcefully, standing up and grabbing my hand.

Walking out into the hallway, I saw that someone had brought my stuff and my mother picked it up, following my father and me. He was walking so fast that it hurt my arm. I couldn't keep up properly.

He shoved me into the car and slammed the door. I had never seen him that angry before. If I was scared before, I was absolutely terrified now.

As he got in, he slammed his hands on the steering wheel.

"Dear, calm down." My mother said softly. I looked at her and I could see that she was worried as well. It was written all over her face.

"No, Elizabeth." He snapped, turning on the ignition. "I get home from the hospital to a phone call saying that Edward's been fighting. Not the way I wanted to spend the rest of my day."

"But Dad, I wasn't really fighting." I argued back. "We were only-"

"Quiet Edward!" We were moving now, so I did what I normally did and watched everything go by out the window. "I know you said you were play fighting, but that doesn't matter. What you did was irresponsible. You should know better Edward! I thought that your mother and I had taught you better than that. It's time you stop acting like a child and grow up."

What was he talking about? I am still a child.

"But Dad," I argued back again, a smug edge to my tone. "How can I grow up when I am stil a child."

"Dammit, Edward!" My father was really angry now. "Don't you dare answer me back like that young man!"

"But-"

"No!" He shouted at me. "I will not be spoken to like that by my own son! I did not raise my son to speak to me as though I-"

"Daddy, look out!" I screamed.

There was a car swerving straight for our car. My father hadn't noticed until my shout and the next thing I knew it was ploughing straight into us, striking my father's side of the car and causing us to spin out of control.

We struck something and I saw my mother's side of the car crumple into nothing, her still fastened to the seat by her seatbelt. She couldn't escape. I wanted to scream out, to cry out as loud as I could, but nothing would come out. Neither of them were moving and I could smell something like smoke.

The car was on fire. I tried to unbuckle my seatbelt but it wouldn't budge. I closed my eyes tightly, only to hear someone calling my name in the distance.

"Edward!" I heard the voice calling out to me. "Edward, love! Wake up! Please, love, wake up!"

My eyes snapped open and I saw Bella hovering over me, tears in her eyes. I wiped my hands over my face to find that I was sweating buckets and there were tears streaming down my face.

"Oh, thank god." She murmed pressing her lips to my sweaty forehead. "I was so afraid." She mumbled. She looked at me, the tears in her eyes spilling over. "What were you dreaming about?"

She sounded so worried and I knew that I couldn't lie to her. Not about something like this. She would find out eventually. "My parents." I mumbled, sitting up slowly. "The day that they, um……the day they died." I heard her gasp slightly. "It was like I was actually there again. Reliving it."

"Oh baby." She wrapped her arms around me, but I shook my head slightly.

"Give me a minute." She pulled back and nodded, understanding and I got out of the bed.

I walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face a couple of times. I looked in the mirror and saw sheer terror in my eyes. I hadn't seen that look in my own eyes since the actual accident.

What did this mean?

I hadn't had these dreams, or nightmares, more appropriately, since I had started to starve myself. It had proven to me the way out for me. Why had they come back now? What had caused them to return.

Whatever it was, it was not good.

I didn't know if I could deal with these nightmares again. Well, it was only one. Reliving the accident over and over again. Could I do that? I didn't think I could.

But how was I going to get them to stop?

Things don't seem to be going too well for Edward do they?

How will he get his nightmares to stop again?

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