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I don't normally do this, but since there was a song to inspire me to write this, I'm going to listen to it every time I write this story. Listen as you read!

It is called Deathbed by Relient K.

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VOTE FOR PEDRO-

LAST ON SILENCE-

Instead, he plastered a smile on his face, looked to his buddies, and poured it all over me. The ice in the water shocked me, and my eyes flew open. I wiped the water off of my face with my arms, but winced when I realized that this was where my bruise was.

I cradled that arm against my chest. I couldn't tell the difference between my tears and the dripping water.

I heard laughs coming from all around me and my eyes prickled with tears as I looked up at Edward.

He looked confused as he looked at my arm, huh? That didn't make sense… I looked down to see my huge, black and blue bruise, it had grown about 2 inches and it was darker than what I was normally used to, he had used more force.

I gasped and tried to twist my arm so that it was hidden from his view.

He looked up at my watery eyes questioningly, but didn't say anything. He looked at my too full lips again, swollen from Charlie's slap, and something flashed in his eyes.

AND NOW ON SILENCE-

He looked at me, and I swear it was the very same look you'd expect to see on a child who looked confused as to why his parents were getting divorced.

I was too shocked to move. My hands shook as my wide, teary eyes looked up at him. The laughter around the room seemed to dissipate the more I felt blood pound in my ears.

Edward's nostrils flared. His hands clenched. His eyes pierced mine.

He raised his fist to the rest of the audience, loosening it to make it a signal to stop the noise.

It was immediately silent.

Everyone looked to him to see what he was going to do, myself included, but I was most likely more fearful than they were.

He opened his mouth to say something but I shook my head to myself before he could, using the table to quickly steady myself before getting up.

I fearfully averted my eyes as I turned away, but an angry hand stopped me by grabbing my shoulder and roughly keeping me in place. He spun me around and the tears I had tried to keep at bay were now flowing freely.

I waited for the blow, closing my eyes and turning down and to the right, I whimpered as the time passed.

I heard Edward's breath still as he let go of my shoulder. I opened my eyes in shocked as he looked at his hand in disgust, and then to the scared and lonely expression that adorned my features.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard… but by what?

He raised his penetrating gaze back to my eyes and looked a bunch of things. Worried, maybe? Repulsed at me. And most of all, angry.

Edward Cullen was angry, and for me, that was a horrible, horrible thing.

"Fuck." He hissed under his breath, just like Charlie did.

I waited for the blow, the hissed cuss word was usually a good way of knowing when it was going to happen.

I didn't know I was sliding to the floor, cradling myself, until I hit the floor.

My tears and sobs were exploding more and more now. I dug my face in my arms as I waited for his foot to come in powerful contact with some part of me.

"Out."

Edward's voice was loud and clear, and, naturally, everyone followed his order, probably reluctantly filing out.

I whimpered. We were alone, and he could hurt me however he wanted.

I felt a sudden heat next to me and looked up, shaky, to find Edward kneeling down beside me, looking at me with intense questions in his eyes.

Peeking behind my arm, I stared back. It felt like hours that I was stuck in this position, and I was surprised he hadn't taken his chance yet.

He lifted his hand and raised it, as if to touch my face, but he backed away, quickly standing up.

As he stood there, he stared down at me, never breaking his hold on my eyes. He reached out his hand for me, and I blinked at it, only a few tears still coming out.

This would be another trick. I bit my lip as I felt it coming.

He sighed, stiff. He broke me down with only four words.

"Bella. Just take it."

It was the first time he had ever said my name and I gasped. It was something about his voice. Something that made me believe that he wasn't going to try anything.

I looked into his eyes and I was only a bit surer. I hesitantly grabbed his offered hand and he gently hoisted me up, and I was surprised as I stumbled to catch my balance.

He looked at me, probing my eyes and he probably saw that my fear was gone. He saw that I knew he wasn't going to hurt me now, and he backed away and left the room, throwing my arm and my mouth another glance.

BASBASBASBAS

I stumbled home early that day, well aware that I wouldn't be able to hold out for a full day of school. I needed to think. What did it mean?

Did Edward really… help me out today? Edward?

After a while of thinking, I brushed it off. He wasn't helping me, he was probably just sick of my annoying cries.

But why would he call me Bella? Would he be calling me Swan again tomorrow?

So many questions swirled around in my head, but since I couldn't answer any of them, what was the point?

I pushed away the thoughts, and went to get my iPod. I went downstairs to make dinner early.

I put on Deathbed by Relient K on repeat.

I swayed to the haunting and cheery music, and don't ask me how music can be both, this song is, as I cooked dinner.

I had decided to make steak and potatoes.

I looked, glared actually, down at the sizeable bruise. I think that the very side was just yellowing, it would probably be gone in a week or so.

I licked my lips, the swelling had gone down considerably. Good.

The more I cooked, the more I excused Edward's odd behavior to a fluke, or just getting me to shut up.

Like Edward Cullen would ever care whether I was sad or happy.

I put Charlie's dinner in the over at an even temperature to make sure it wouldn't be cold.

BASBASBASBAS

When Charlie got home I stiffened in my bed, immediately awakened from my nap. I wanted to just stay here, but I knew I couldn't. It was one of Charlie's rules that I had to go down and greet him.

I came down, waiting for him at the door and opening it for him.

"Hello." I said in a monotone and gave him a completely fake smile.

He raised his eyebrows in response.

See? Charlie's note was just a fluke, as well, he didn't love me either. It was just something he did after hitting me to shut me up.

It always worked.

I got his dinner and he ate it, swirling the meat around in his mouth and then nodding his head at me. I was dismissed.

I resumed my nap.

BASBASBASBAS

"Isabella fucking Marie Swan get your ass downstairs! Now!"

My pulse quickened and I shuttered, robotically moving downstairs.

Charlie glared at me, towering above me as he took his large, police trained fist, and connected it with my cheek.

I couldn't help it, I shrieked and fell to the floor, clutching my face. I was stunned as I looked up at him. I felt more blood than ever pool into my mouth.

I spit most of it out, and blinked at the amount of it. It scared me more that it was replaced in my mouth as it filled up again, now just falling from my mouth without control.

I gurgled and gagged and Charlie pulled me back up, not at all in the gentle way that Edward did.

"How dare you skip school!" so that's what this was about.

I shuddered.

"I-" I spoke through the blood, or tried to, "I- didn't mean to… it…"

He took me by the hair and hurled me to the wall.

"Don't you ever fucking do it again, bitch." He glanced at the floor, "And clean this shit up." He pointed towards my blood and I nodded, rejoicing as he walked away.

BASBASBASBAS

It'll be okay… just drive a bit faster…

I had been late for school, I was about 5 minutes later than usual, making me get to class just before the bell rang.

I sighed in relief as I listened, or half listened, to the teacher.

I slept in this morning, I'd had no time to do anything at all… I just threw on a pair of jeans, my chucks, and a long sleeved shirt.

I didn't need any more attention for that thing… I had glanced at my cheek this morning, there was a bit of a bruise there if you looked hard enough, but someone who wasn't paying much attention would just think it's a shadow.

Of course it'd be darker by the end of the day but I couldn't help that.

BASBASBASBAS

Naturally, my classes all went by too fast, and I found myself to be nervous when I was walking into the commons for lunch.

Nervously, I set my stuff down on the lunch table, and fished through my bag for Wuthering Heights . My brow furrowed when I couldn't find it.

I shook it around and after about ten minutes, I realized that it wasn't there. But I never lost my books… maybe I had left it here because I was in such frenzy yesterday…

I looked underneath my table. No…

Something else was wrong too. Everything was … quiet. Edward Cullen's lunch period was never quiet. Suspiciously, I looked up to the 6 aligned tables to my far right.

There were people there, all right… but everyone was silent… I looked to Edward's usual spot, confused, and he was there too.

He was looking straight at me. Everyone else was, too. They looked confused probably because of the same reason I was.

Edward Cullen was looking at me.

Tyler, the guy next to Edward, leaned in his ear and whispered something that made him angry.

Again, Edward's voice rang loud and clear. "Shut up."

Edward looked angry at whatever Tyler had said, and glanced at me again.

I carefully averted my eyes, wanting to give him privacy.

My heart ached. They were probably putting together their next plan to bring down Bella Swan, because yesterday was probably a hoot and a holler for them.

Angela, a girl on the other side of the table who never once laughed in my direction, looked not at my eyes, but lower.

Like my cheek lower, and the more I looked at the other kids, the more I realized that's where they were looking too.

And that's exactly where Edward's angry eyes were pinned.

I swirled my tongue on the inside of my cheek, only to find swelling. I gasped, moving my hand to cover it up.

Edward's eyes were going a mile a minute.

He looked angry for a moment, and he looked at me questioningly. Not only questioningly, there were a million different emotions in his eyes that I couldn't even begin to decipher.

This time, I didn't hear Edward Cullen's final rebuff, not even a laugh came from his perfect lips.

This time, he stood, and the jocks followed, but he motioned them to sit down. He walked directly towards me and my breath caught when he sat down next to me.

"What… what happened?" He said lowly, making sure no one could hear him.

I shook as I searched for a reason in my head.

"I'm clumsy." I said hastily, getting up to leave the lunchroom.

I looked back to see him staring at me in anger and disbelief. Could he see through me?

BASBASBASBAS

I skipped my next period class.

Instead of going to class, I sat down beside the building… and just let myself break down.

I leaned my head against the brick wall, pounding my fist against it in anger as hard as I could. It didn't make me feel as good as I thought it would.

I choked back another sob as I felt my hand begin to throb. I sat on the ledge of the entrance column and slid closer to the edge, estimating the 10-15 foot drop and if I could get down safely.

EPOV

I angrily exited the lunch room, not even waiting for them to follow me.

Clumsy? She blamed it on bad footing?

How dare she? Did she think I was stupid?

God, I couldn't even focus, it was driving me insane to not know where those bruises came from.

I fucking bet it was Tyler… maybe Mike.

They always wanted to take it further than what my rules suggested.

Hell, Tyler , who thinks he's just the shit, suggested today that we… rape her.

Hell if I was ever going to let him live to talk to her again.

Bella had looked so… broken today, I was so distracted that I couldn't focus on physiology and I skipped.

I still couldn't get past the fact that Bella Swan had lied to me.

Bella Swan was clumsy, sure, but not that clumsy.

Bella Swan was being hurt, I knew that much.

Bella Swan was trying to be strong and not tell anyone. But why not tell her dad? He was police.

But Bella was always strong, she could have gotten me in jail with her dad… but she never even told him.

Bella Swan was smart too, I thought as I walked out of the commons and towards the school doors, I mean, the best comeback I could come back with was, 'If I didn't know any better I'd say you needed some new books.'

Bella Swan had always come to school with bruises, but they were little enough to blame on clumsiness. Lately, they had gotten worse.

Bella Swan was lying outside of the school doors, face down and surrounded by a few drops of blood.

I gasped.

BASBASBASBAS

I gently laid her down on my couch, biting my lip now, unsure of what to do.

I looked at the scrapes that ran up and down her body, sighing as I walked to the kitchen to get… anything frozen I had.

I took a ton of stuff out of my freezer and walked back, lightly patting the cold food on where I knew it would hurt. I pursed my lips as I looked at the dark purple bruise on her cheek.

Was her mouth bleeding?

Careful not to move her unconscious or sleeping body, I reached a finger inside of her mouth and lightly swiped the side.

I took it out and was thankful to see that there was no blood, but I did feel a couple of cuts, probably from her teeth when she was… hurt.

I sat on the opposite couch from her and just looked at her, regretful as to who would do this… the bruises I mean.

I knew she was clumsy, she had fallen off of a ledge for Christ's sake, but not so clumsy as to run into a wall the size of a fist.

Why hadn't she told her father? I was a fucking monster, she probably jumped, thinking about Edward Cullen.

My hand tightened on her copy of Wuthering Heights , which I have no clue why I took…

I wish…

No. I can't go back now.

She stirred on my couch and I stiffened, what conclusion would she draw up from this. Me just staring at her while she slept on my couch, holding her favorite book. I gently put the tattered book back in my backpack.

She'd probably think I'd kidnapped her or something.

"No… Stop…" she spoke quietly, but my drifted gaze still snapped to her face.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was huddled into herself. Worse yet, she was still unconscious, but at least I knew she was alive other than the fact she had a pulse.

What the hell was she dreaming about? What did she want to stop?

Was she dreaming about me? Or the person who had hurt her?

Suddenly, she shrieked in her… sleep, I guess, and clutched her midsection. I was debating whether or not I should wake her.

"Ch-" she screamed before shooting straight up and rubbing her eyes, calming herself.

When she registered that she had frozen foods all over her, she gasped and looked down, throwing them off of her. She looked up and around, but I didn't speak.

Lastly, she landed her gaze on me and shrunk back into the couch, eyes wide like they always were when she saw me.

"What am I doing here? Where am I?" she asked me, worried.

I liked it, I liked the fact that she was so forceful with those questions.

"We're at my house." I stated simply.

She paused.

She gulped, "Why, though?"

I shrugged, "I skipped physiology and was going to go home, but you were lying on the ground, with some blood around you," I fidgeted as I explained. "What was I supposed to do, leave you there to die?" I grumbled out finally.

She blinked and looked confused.

"Um…" She said eloquently.

"What happened. Please tell me." I enquired.

Her eyes tightened and I pursed my lips.

"Bella…" I said, and her eyes and her overall look softened, she seemed to like hearing me call her that.

She squirmed, "Why do you want to know?"

She bit her lip, a nervous habit of hers, and she winced as she felt the pain of the bruise. Her eyes watered immediately.

Boldly, I moved to the other couch, much to her distress, and took one of the frozen foods and gently pressed it against her face, rubbing some of her hair out of the way.

She immediately blushed and looked down and to her right, but I felt a bit more pressure against my hand.

I tilted her head back up.

I sighed, "I want to know because… I guess, I want to help." I said earnestly.

She started slightly and looked up at me.

Without regarding my response, she gently pushed my hands away with her, creating some sort of a weird current, and stood, ready to leave.

She stumbled a bit, but regained her balance and started walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked her, getting up.

She turned around, "I'm going home."

"Why?" I asked, sounding annoying even to myself.

"Because… I have to make dinner for Ch- my dad."

He works at the station, he wouldn't have been back before 6 o clock and-"

"What time is it now?" She cut me off, urgently.

"Um… 7:30… but-"

Again, I was cut off, "No!"

She yelped, quickly opening up the door and running. Did she even know the direction of her house?

She hesitated at the road before her. It was at least a 2 hour walk, not to mention if she went the wrong way…

I ran after her.

She heard me and turned around.

"Why do you have to get home so badly?" I asked.

She had tears in her eyes and looked very frustrated. "Because he'll be… mad."

I cocked my head to the side, "Who will be mad?"

She shook her head, "I don't know! But I have to get home and it's late and he's-"

I cut her off from her sobbing sentence by pulling her into me and smoothing out her hair, when my parents were here, they always told me to comfort a girl when she cried, and this is the first time I had used this with Bella.

I did comfort her, and I surreptitiously pulling her to my car to drive her home.

She didn't protest and I put her in the car, and didn't ask where we were going as I drove, rather quickly because of her upset, and we got there in ten minutes.

I pulled up in front of their house and saw a figure pacing in the living room. Charlie was worried about her.

I got up and took Bella out of the car and started walking with her to the door, she made whines of protest.

"No… go away!" she hissed at me and I was confused, Charlie would be happy I'd brought her home.

I knocked on the door and she looked down in defeat, "I'm sorry for this…" She said quietly, further confusing me.

The door was opened roughly and there stood chief Swan… not a look I'd ever seen him where before, but he was seething. He glared at her, but when he saw that I was there too, his face tightened and he smiled, it seemed forced as he pulled her away from me.

"Nice to see you, Edward." His voice was tight too.

His hand patted Bella, and she just blinked at it, it was almost a gesture just to seem casual.

I nodded in response, my eyes still locked on Bella, unsure of what to do.

The door was shut, gentler this time, and I stayed where I was.

About a minute after he had shut the door, the yelling started.

But it wasn't a usual parent/daughter argument, Charlie was the only one yelling.

I leaned up against the door and listened further.

"Why did you stay out all day, Isabella? I had to make myself dinner!-" Wait, wasn't he worried about her?

I heard her take an intake of breath and something hitting something.

I felt so… sick, why was I standing out of this girl's house, listening to her exchange with her father? I backed away, getting in my car to drive home, still thinking of the odd words passed.

BASBASBASBAS

I wasn't my usual self the next day at school, as I stood, talking to my friends, I wasn't as into it as usual.

Tyler, the idiot, noticed.

"What'd wrong, dude? You look like a zombie."

"Thanks." I replied dryly.

He smirked at everyone, "I still say you'd be happier if we'd had Bella…"

He snickered and I glared, stepping up to talk to him, he backed away slightly.

"Don't you fucking dare go anywhere near her, or any of you for that matter, you know I said nothing physical, at all." I said fiercely and all nodded, blinking.

"Continue." I said and they started talking again.

I saw Bella, standing near the door, staring at us with wide eyes.

Oh God, had she heard that?

But when I looked at her, I noticed something more important.

I fucking knew it.

Her neck was hidden by a turtle neck, but you could see about a half inch of red sticking out. She also had a cut lip, and her bruise on her cheek was intensified.

Before you ask, yes, I know I didn't reveal any of Edward's feelings… it was on purpose. So was the second chapter good or bad?

The next chapter, we'll finally be getting somewhere! Ha-ha.

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